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simp4konig · 1 year ago

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König finding out that you are hard of hearing

Gender-neutral Reader

*Slow burn

Word count: ~4265

Always ignoring your Colonel, König takes it into his own hands to finally turn your attention on to him.

What he doesn't anticipate... is that you have actually been hard of hearing all along.

*‼️Mature themes**‼️ (mostly in the form of König's overly sexual[ised] fantasies and downright delusional thoughts of you). König is a MAJORRR pervert, and you're oblivious. 😋💅✨

I AM BACK!!!! 😳😳FROM THE *DEAD*!!!!! ☠️💀🧟‍♂️And ive fot a lil smth planned for you Ghost lovers ;)

*Many thanks to -—>@trepaika<;—-🤭💖✨💓💞🩷💕 for proofreading this !!😇😇 I had no energy whatsoever to read it afger typikg this out so i am so honoired that you took time out of your day/night to help mw out and it rlly means alot 🥹🥹💙💙🩵🫂💙🩵 you better do yoir fucking biologu work afterthis 😡😡

*Thabk you so much to @reyner-lee for this request!! 🥰💖💖💕 Initiallt, i was aiming for a "idiots in love" plot where König and reader are both oblivious😩😩😩 . .... made König veey mentally unstable and psosessive instead ☠️☠️💀, mb broski😇💁🏼‍♀️🧚✨🌟💫💕💞💞💕✨

no but seriouslh i didnt mean to mwke this so mature it was meant to be a FLUFFY(mayb a little bit angsty 😳) fic as ALWAYS😡😡 so im SO sorry for dekivering something COMPLETELY different to what u probs had in mindbc lets face it this is completely diffetent to whay i initially hwd in mind too LMAO😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

*Part of the KönigxKing series (drabbles with loose plot, no world-building just a collection of one-shots)

*Edited 14/10/2023 for typos

Tag List ♡ @simpforkonig ♡ @abysslovesyou ♡ @puff0o0 ☆ @rustic-guitar-notes ☆ @happy-mushrooms ♡ @reyner-lee ☆ @lotionlamp ♡ @trepaika

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You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when your hearing worsened.

As a soldier, heightened senses were something of a blessing, especially in high-pressure situations: a 20/20 vision, a gut feeling, or even just the ability to distinguish the most indistinguishable of sounds that others would miss was something of a life-saver.

Literally.

Hairs standing on end and goosebumps running down arms could alert a soldier — you — to an assassin sneaking behind them, hand with a knife glistening under reflected light in the dark, poised ready to slit their neck.

Instead, you could save yourself in the nick of time by executing them before they had the chance to do so.

Stealth on missions was a lifeline. To sneak in and out, to extract intel, evading all detection all the while, and to disappear when you hadn't even appeared on the enemy's radar in the first place made you breathe easier on the journey home.

The ability to hear footsteps in enclosed spaces and pinpoint the exact location of someone through a mis-step on a creaky floorboard or a squeaky door hinge was vital. Crucial. An important distinction between life or death, between success and failure.

Obviously, you were no super-soldier. In fact, your eyesight was below average — having to wear contact lenses specifically designed to be as discreet as possible so you weren't a walking lighthouse sending a signal to your postion always — and you could never separate the feelings of foreboding from the foreshadowing of what was to come, the fine line between imagination and intuition blurred.

However, hearing shuffling that others wouldn't, muffled footsteps upstairs that others couldn't, hushed voices around the corner that others would miss, gave you and your team the upper hand.

You weren't the best, but you proved damn useful, more useful than someone that could see in the dark or a person that had some omniscient sixth-sense.

At least your hearing used to be put to good use. Could have been put to good use.

Up to the point when a grenade blew off right beside you on a mission.

No time to realise, no time to react, and no time to recover from the shock, let alone alone to dive for cover, a blast flung you to the side, arms and legs flailing mid-air like a lifeless ragdoll. Time seemed to slow down, and for what felt like an eternity — mere seconds in reality — you were suspended in the air.

Body suddenly thudding on solid ground with a deep thump, you hit your head so hard against the pavement that you had thought you cracked your skull. Debris toppled over your stomach, dust making your eyes tear up and cough painfully, collapsed brick all around you.

You groaned in agony as an ear-splitting ringing inside your head nearly broke your forehead in two.

You couldn't raise your limbs, body limp and weighed down by what felt like a tonne, but could feel the thick waterfall of blood through the open wound on the side of your head; staining your uniform, streaming into your mouth, the metallic taste and smell on your tongue and in your nostrils.

Confusion, disorientation. Bewilderment.

Seeing double, figures running to and fro looked like a dozen, and panic stiffened you.

Desperate blinking eyes squinting to try and make sense of the scene before you, head spinning and unable to think clearly, struggling to lift the limbs that each weighed a tonne, all you did — all you could do — was lay there. Limp.

No one was nearby to help you, and your anxiety intensified: it was just you, and broken debris to keep you company, all noise muted aside from the high-pitched screeching.

Not much is clear from that incident after that. Memories are hazy and unclear.

All you remember are hands tapping your face, tugging your arm and willing your eyes to focus. Then, those same hands suddenly lugging you up by the scruff of your collar and slinging you over their shoulder. Finding yourself being lifted off by a helicopter, and ultimately passing out in the end.

Medics told you your ear drums were inverted, turned inside out from the force, and ear canal blocked by dust. Thankfully, all you required for the head injury were a few stitches, and you wouldn't suffer any brain damage.

Still, the news of becoming hearingly impaired made your world come crashing down.

Yes, you'd still be able to process sounds, they assured, but not as well as you used to.

An official diagnosis was made, and condolences were given to you, for there was nothing that could be done to fix your hearing. You were practically inoperable as the risk was too high, and you could go permanently deaf if the procedure was to go wrong.

You didn't reveal you having a hearing impairment to anyone — why should you, anyways? Things like this happened, and there were people in your faction that have had it worse.

Besides, it wasn't like you would be permanently deaf or anything, you reasoned, so the only thing to do was keep working.

Like you used to. All things considered you were a good shot, with good aim, with good spatial awareness and reaction times.

You could keep working, keep serving your country.

Yet you didn't work like you used to.

How intensely you stared at people, their face, eyes darting from theirs and their lips, was passed off as you being attentive.

No one would have considered that you were desperately trying to keep up with everyone else, and feeling like you were left behind. To fend for yourself as the world moved in triple speed, while you were still processing your new circumstances.

Of course, no one noticed the change.

And König, for one, sure didn't.

Completely enamored by you, he thought it foolish, really, to be so taken by a soldier, one below him in ranks and younger than him.

Yet, he admired you, was your secret admirer, and let his feelings blind him to what could have been so easy to see.

Well, to onlookers, his admiration for you was far from secret. In fact, it was obvious. Very obvious.

Initially, people joked that you were going to be reprimanded by the Colonel, taught a valuable lesson for some mishap you had committed, when you'd be pulled aside. Not a single one could have forseen König's behaviour towards you.

Stares, only strategically turning his head when you looked in his vague direction. An aura of threat, had it not been for the way his eyes sparkled. Held a particular glint that no one could pinpoint his intentions, and his needing to excuse himself to go to the restroom and not return for half an hour.

Walking behind you, guarding you at all times. Making sure he figuratively — and literally — had your back. A hand that would roam, explore, and push its limits, figuring out how low he would have to go before you broke, before you'd beg for more.

Demonstrating combat moves to you under the pretence that it would help fix your reaction times, all an excuse to be near you, to touch your mid-section and rest his hands on your body for seconds longer than necessary.

Touches that he would commit to memory, that would help him reach his climax behind closed doors at the thought of feeling your bare skin, and the feeling of your clothed body having to suffice.

No, none of it showed intent to humiliate you like they thought he would; rather, it was evident that their Colonel had taken a liking to you. Favoured you among the rest.

Obviously, no one saw the perverted nature behind your interactions, the side that König revelled in.

You always seemed to appreciate the gestures, albeit hesistantly, and would blush up to your ears and would flash him an uncertain yet award-winning smile, one that made blood rush up to his face and lower half as he wondered what other sorts of facial expressions you could be making, and whether that smile would stay if you saw his most intimate self.

However, you rarely paid him any attention afterwards. Would go on about your day, as if he wasn't even there.

Ignored him, as if he wasn't worth your time, or even your acknowledgment.

He'd attempt small-talk with you when you were on your own, trying all he could to find common ground, to keep you interested —or, butt in the conversation when someone else diverted your attention from what should have been on him — but, throughout it all, your facial expression was blank. Like you didn't even recognize him.

Eyebrows furrowed, wondering why your colleague stopped talking, you'd only come to realise that König existed when they'd nudge your side with their elbow, whispered frantically in your ear, and when you turned back around you'd jump up with seemingly exaggerated fright, blushing.

Stuttering and sputtering apologies to your superior with a bowed head, eyes avoiding his, König thought that there was a triumphant smirk that you were hiding, a strut as you walked, back turned as you flaunted your way out of the room in a mischievous manner.

Teasing, testing the waters to see how long you could go on without admitting that he was there next to you, to see how long König would last before he broke.

Oh, the things that you were doing to him.

Fury brewed in König, and he'd stew over your (his) one-sided interactions, your blatant ignorance of him, your complete disregard of him. Regarding him as not worth your time, and seemingly ignoring him with an air of superiority.

So imprudent, so rude, and such a daring little thing. So fucking naughty.

Contradicting urges of wanting to yank you by the collar into a passionate kiss in front of anyone and everyone and marking you as his in his private quarters became near impossible to contain. To put you in your place, and prove that you weren't all that that you made yourself out to be.

After all, brats like you had to be tamed, and König would not stand you demeaning his ego like that.

Reprimands from unsuspecting soldiers got harsher. Spitting at others in a rasping voice, barking commands loudly from the background. Drills became a living nightmare — everyone a target for König's relentless bullying. Sparring became relentless, and damn-near a deadly duel as he was unrelenting, remorseless.

König needed to release his pent-up frustration somehow.

König hated that his love was unreciprocated, and would be in a bad temper, stomping around the grounds looking for an inferior to abuse.

He loathed how you made him feel, yet loved what you made him feel, his feelings intensifying when you were in eyesight, and the knuckles of his fists turning white, shaking with rage as you frolicked off with some dummkopf, some piece of shit saukerl that didn't pay attention to you like he did, not considering the higher-ranking alternative.

Figuratively speaking: as, let's face it, König was the full package; and literally speaking, as he had a full package of his own to satisfy your every need, and would convert you to his lover in an instant.

You were an enigma. König couldn't read you at all, and was in internal turmoil.

Why couldn't he win you over? Were you really that high-maintenance, or playing hard to get?

You had to like him back. There was no way you weren't doing this on purpose.

Were you really that unbothered? Unbothered by his advances, not caring at all?

Or, were you really just proud, too full of yourself to pay respect to your superiors?

Really, König should have taught you a personal lesson if that had been the case, one so personal you'd learn to never disrespect him ever again, and be as respectful as a little darling as ever.

...Yet you? You couldn't have been more oblivious.

Sensing a presence in the background as you scrolled mindlessly on your phone, you only became vaguely aware of something off about König when you realised the intensity of a stranger's stare, bearing down on your neck.

Glare. König's glaring at you from afar, camouflaged in the corner by the shadow of the dimly-lit room, the few flickering light bulbs all the more unnerving.

Only in close proximity did you become aware of your Colonel, imposing even while sitting down, tall even with his being hunched over.

Accidentally meeting the eyes behind the veil draped over his face, he unapologetically took up as much space in the room as he could, back straightened to his full height and long legs wide spread apart in an act of dominance.

Those eyes pierced yours, and made you shiver, all intentions of small-talk drying in your throat and, in fear of becoming tongue-tied and losing your cool, you said nothing.

Why was he just... staring at you like that? Did you do something wrong?

It made you shudder, and you shivered, trying to shake off the ominous feeling.

Never in a million years would you have thought that König had any sexual romantic interest in you — if anything, with that grim expression you'd have thought he'd had a bone to pick with you.

He looked absolutely terrifying. A beast of a man, with penetrating eyes.

Unbeknownst to you, König was undressing you with those same eyes. Penetrating, yes, but imagining scenarios where he himself would he penetrating you.

He made himself so inviting, with the spot on his lap reserved as a seat especially for you, reclining on a chair with a head in his palm as he gazed at you in interest.

He even considered making a gesture with his hand, a beckoning finger signalling for you to "Come here", just to make it loud and clear that he was welcoming you, and wanted you exactly where he had positioned himself.

Until some soldier entered the room, saw you and hit you up, starting casual banter and exchanging sarcastic remarks, which made you laugh. The tension melting in your body, you allowed yourself to relax, and forgot about what was looming in the very same room.

To König, the man was flirting with you, and with the way you had a hand clasped over your mouth, practically swooning over the guy, it was solidified.

Grinding his teeth in frustration, he jolted upright, and the chair he was sat on was nearly flung backwards from his sudden action, a deafening screech echoing in the room.

Two pairs of eyes on him, he beckoned the man over to him:

"Come here. I have a duty for you, sergeant."

Only this time, he wasn't at all inviting, and even the man beside you knew he was in for it big time with how König's fury was seething.

"Toilettendienst, weil du ein Stück Scheiße bist."

Cackling, and a sly, venomous smile under his veil. "I'm sure you'll love it, seeing as you can't mind your own business."

Your encounters with König were terrifying, but you tried with all your might to keep them out of your mind. After all, you were still struggling to get by, so to be so on edge would only make matters for you worse.

Having people repeat what they said to you over and over again was passed off as bad signal or static over walkie-talkies, yet without being able to read their lips you were practically deaf and couldn't interpret the gargling, speech drowned by the feeling of your head being underwater.

However, you managed. Managed to keep afloat, somehow. Clung on to your life raft, despite the crashing waves of the tide that flung you from side to side.

And, lulled into a false sense of security, you were contracted for another mission.

Just like before, and on all the other missions before all the ones before your injury, all seemed to be going smoothly.

No sudden movements, no noises out of the ordinary. Nothing amiss.

Except, suffocating silence had shifted and pushed its weight down against you, swirling and following your movements as it had slowly tied a noose around you and your crew's necks, making it difficult to breathe.

But you shrugged it off. You rationalised your nerves as post-morbid jitters. No way was it a gut feeling.

It was unusual how well things were going, and was second-guessing yourself after not having had been deployed in ages.

Your guessing proved to be true, and it was a shame that you realised this too late.

Ambushed out of nowhere, bullets and blood were all that you saw; blasts and bangs were all that you heard.

No one escaped unscathed. Every single one of the operators had sustained some sort of injury, yours minor scratches compared to gaping bullet wounds, stabs in the abdomen, and broken bones.

Intense guilt plagued you for hours, days afterwards, and you were unable to look those colleagues in the eyes for days, weeks afterwards.

How could you let that happen?

Clawing up the ranks until you were finally trusted, finally deemed worthy, it shook you to your very core that you failed to forsee any of this. Failed your colleagues. Failed.

No one blamed you, because they didn't connect the dots that you were the common denominator behind both incidents, the one that catastrophically failed your allies.

König, seeing you in your most vulnerable state, pounced at the opportunity to finally confront you once and for all. To settle the doubts in his mind and come to a solid conclusion.

He wasted no time in hunting you down as you were walking, alone, a predatory look in his eyes.

At last, cornering you in a remote area where no one would interrupt, nor allow you weasle your little way out of it again:

"King."

You dropped your head, avoiding his gaze. Readying yourself for the severe scolding, being berated by König, you dropped your head, cowering below him.

"Before you say anything—" mumbling under your breath, "—I will admit this myself first."

"I... I messed up. Messed up completely on this mission. I'm— I'm so sorry for endangering your men, for nearly getting the entire crew killed. It was my fault."

König's eyes widened a little. This was the most you had ever said to him in one conversation. And you sounded so... sincere.

...Could he have had the wrong perception of you all along? Were you just... Timid? Shy? Maybe a little bit introverted even, and not one for socialising?

No, that couldn't have been right.

He needed to interrogate you, press you for information, put you under pressure. You'd break then, and he'd finally figure out the truth for himself.

"Ja," he spat shortly, voice unwavering and eyes betraying no emotions. "You did mess up. My men are all injured."

You were mortified when all you could interpret was harsh gibberish. None of the words made sense to you, and you couldn't differentiate any consonants from the syllables.

You breathed in deeply, feeling so foolish for thinking of asking this, and prepared yourself for the worst:

"Sorry, sir? Can you repeat that?"

König was the one to be bewildered this time. For a few agonisingly long moments, he needed to process what you had just said. Your request.

Finally, it sank in.

Oh, you were in for it now.

What did you mean "Sorry, sir?"?

You ignored him, have been ignoring him for all this time, and you had the gall to give him attitude?

Worst of all, to fail to pay attention when he is was scolding you?

No. König wasn't having it.

Both hands slammed against the wall above you, with such a force that even you could hear a deep crack of splintering brick.

With you trapped, he wasn't about to let you go until you learned your place.

"You're not going to say anything anything more, maus?" He leans in closer, steel-blue eyes betraying no emotion baring into yours. "Pip-squeak has lost its voice, has it? You really should learn manners."

Understanding "...going to say anything more, maus?... Pip-squeak... should learn manners" it was enough for you to understand what he was implying, and you were confused. In disbelief. Bewildered.

"S-sir, I—! "

Eyes wide, you shook your head vehemently, hands held up in protest. "—It's not like that at all! I swear!"

König quirked a brow, leaning in closer. Licked his lips inquisitively, curious to hear your defence.

"I've not... been ignoring you, sir. Never. I wouldn't ever do that..."

You trailed off, averting your gaze. "...Or, at least, consciously..."

You bit your lip. Shifting uncomfortably, your fingers fidgeted, fingernails digging into the palm of your hand. How were you going to explain this?

"Y-you see, I'm—"

Bracing yourself, you breathed in deeply.

"—I-I'm— I'm actually hard of hearing."

König blinked twice. It was his turn to be confused, and he pulled away a few inches, concentrating hard.

Seeing the blank look in his eyes, you immediately clarified:

"N-not deaf, obviously! — I suppose I can still hear, in a way — but my hearing is not good. I struggle to understand people."

A defeated sigh. "Communication is tough enough because I'm not good at reading lips yet, and..."

"...with you, it is — would — have been impossible, because of the—"

A weak gesture towards his face covering "—mask..."

An awkward pause.

"L-look sir, I'm sorry for ignoring you. Honestly, I never meant to. It's just I—"

"Never heard," König said, nodding faintly. "I understand."

He understood, alright. Understood what a moron he had been all this time.

God, what a fool he was.

All this time, concocting scenarios of finding a way to prove himself to you, of asserting his authority, of sexually frustrated evenings considering all the possibilities, all personality traits... was all one-sided pining.

Poor thing, you were just oblivious.

He couldn't blame you, and was kicking himself for viewing you as anything other than a pure soul.

If he had known this, known of your condition earlier, perhaps he wouldn't have been so frustrated, so confrontational.

Now, he had ruined all his chances with you by intimidating you out of nowhere.

God, he was such an idiot.

Embarrassed, and not knowing what to say, he sheepishly slid his hands off the wall.

Coughing twice, he cleared his voice, and projected his voice so it was clearer and louder:

"King."

You looked up, face showing shame and genuine guilt.

"Gut. Keep looking at me."

To your surprise, König's hand was reaching up to his veil, fingers hooking under the the hem.

In a prolongued but fluid movement, the fabric was pulled up, and, slowly, slowly, he revealed his face.

His white chin and stubbled jawline came into view first. Only slightly defined, not modelled after some Greek God, yet not lacking definition, either.

Then, thin lips, pale pink and pressed into a tight line.

A hooked nose, crooked likely from it being broken more than once before, neither long nor large nor flat. Perhaps slightly off-center.

Keeping the fabric in place, he would not raise it higher.

After a few seconds of silence, you saw how his Adam's apple moved when he gulped, his lips quivering as he breathed in deeply.

Even seeing the half of his face, he looked handsome to you.

"Well... is this better?"

Mouth moving to reveal white teeth, some misshappen and others crowded, it looked as if he had never worn braces before.

He swallowed thickly, then his hot breath fanned your face, mouth partly-open as he panted in increasing agitation.

Blue-gray eyes looked into yours, no longer domineering. Instead, pleading.

Wanting your affirmation, to be reassured that you would appreciate him partly presenting his identity to you, the most vulnerable part of him.

To be told that you truly did appreciate this gesture after all.

A smile tugged at your lips. "Yes. Much better, sir."

You were touched.

To think, that your commander, your Colonel, the big, beefy, burly man, the masked soldier of towering stature, would go out of his way to be sensitive. To be at the mercy of you.

It made you tear up a little. No one had ever gone out of their way to accommodate you like this, and it left you at a loss for words.

"Sir, I—"

"Nein. Call me König."

Cleared throat. "König, sir—"

A devillish smirk formed on his face, and he shook his head.

"Gott, such a sweet little thing," he cooed, purposefully slowing down his speech so you could interpret it on your own. "Will need to have you getting used to you saying my name, ja?"

Those steel blue eyes had melted. Were warm. Held a fondness in them that he hadn't had before — or, maybe they had, but you had never noticed it until now — either way, you felt at ease with him. With König.

One of your biggest mistakes.

"Thank you, König. Really. For being so patient."

Rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly, you shot him a bashful, lopsided grin.

"I'm sorry that you had to be patient in the first place! I wish I could make it up to you, König. I really do."

König's mind flashed with blasphemous images of you.

Images that he had visualised in vivid detail, when he had been longing for you, longing to have you around him.

He was almost regretting what he had on his mind, yet, he reasoned, it was only fair you gave him a reward.

For his patience.

The smirk on his face became broader. Serpentine.

"Don't you worry, meine liebe. I know of a way."

A cackle, sounding forced and a little too loud to be genuine.

"I'll make sure that you'll be loud enough so that even you can hear it for yourself."

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Note: i promised yesterdag id get thus oit today ... 🥹Bit late cuz at the time im typimg this ntoe its 22:33 (gonna be later once i proofread this for the final time😫😫) Edit: its 23:25 and i have a test tmr hahaHHhahahahAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA 😍😍😍😍

Hope yoi guys like perverted König 🗿 i for one do 😇😇 (fyi, it was NOT MT INTENTION to write him in this wau I PROMISW😭😭😭😭😭it just sorta happened and i rolled witj it ☠️💀)

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xbruised-peachx · 2 years ago

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Sowa Team

(crawling out of my cave as a husk) Finally... some Gromsko x Fem Reader content... from yours truly...

Summary: Sent on a scouting mission for Specgru, you're kept company by Gromsko, among Poland's finest soldiers. Bold, light-hearted, and deep down, very caring and passionate, he makes not only a great partner but great entertainment. As the sunsets though and you have to call it a day, an injury let's him show his skills from JW GROM to you while you two settle down for the night... and maybe settle down for a little more... Word Count: 13,397 Tags: Slight medical play, slight size kink, language kink, praise kink, heavy petting, marking, face sitting, multiple orgasms, slightly possessive, creampie A VERY SPECIAL THANK YOU TOO TO EVE, @ave661, FOR PROOF READING THE POLISH AS I KNOW ZERO POLISH! I can’t thank you enough, dziękuję bardzo, I love you bestie 🥹💙 🔞+ STORY

Also avaliable on AO3! Translation at the end of the chapter!

The day was finally coming to an end, the sun starting to set over the mountains, casting warm shadows over your location. You were sent on a scouting mission, looking out on a base of a possible HVT. You were Specgru’s regular choice for scout, being small and easy to miss, light on your feet to the point you regularly snuck up on your own teammates without them noticing or you really meaning to. Obviously though, you couldn’t be sent in alone. You appreciated any company on these sorts of missions. Sure you enjoyed the nice quiet times, exploring and attempting to map a location from hundreds of meters away, but if you did it all the time, you’d definitely go crazy.

“I think it’s about time we call into HQ,” his voice boomed as he came up behind you. The orange of the setting sun lit the small bits of camo fabric that draped his helmet, practically his signature piece. Sobiesław Kościuszko, or as everyone else called him, Gromsko. “We at least know there’s gotta be someone in there that needs these guards around. It can’t be just some regular guy, right?”

You smiled softly, holding back a laugh from him being so light-hearted. You admit, you don’t really know much about Gromsko. Not that you avoided him or anything but... most interactions you had with him were from the battlefield. You know the amount of adrenaline and action brought out a new side in most people. On the field, he was loud, boisterous, a lil bit cocky but his confidence was not without merit. He was good at what he did. Though sometimes, you couldn’t understand what he was saying. With his thick accent and baritone voice, you could make out the fact that he slipped into Polish quite a bit. You’d hear passing conversations in the Specgru halls, how even when calm, he’d slip bits of Polish in there too. You yourself knew very little Polish, but you could tell he was just as vulgar in any language he spoke, often able to make out him yelling “Kurwa” when he was hurt or frustrated. From his tone, gruff and ranging from annoyance to anger, you could tell he probably wasn’t saying the nicest things to the enemy... or teammates for that matter.

“HQ, this is Sowa team, information on target, how copy?” You asked into your radio. Sowa, the Polish word for owl. Gromsko himself suggested it, which gave you a hint this was probably going to be an overnight thing as well. You didn’t mind but you knew you’d have to find a clearing near enough to this cabin in the Alps, and also you two would have to find some way to keep warm as the fall night air cooled.

“Copy, Sowa. What’s the information?” A rough, heavy British accent spoke in your earpiece. Despite his gruff tone, you knew he was calm.

“Can not confirm that target is in the location. There are a lot of guards outside though, I can imagine there’s more indoors.”

“Any rough estimate on a count?”

“19,” Gromsko cut in. “I counted 20 but someone caught me counting...”

“Any chance they’ll catch someone missing, Gromsko?” The lieutenant’s voice sounded a little bit more annoyed, with a hint of anxiety just barely creaking through.

“Nie, he was just on a smoke break at the wrong time. He got lost in the woods and chickened out.”

“Alright, if you say so, Gromsko...” His voice didn’t bleed any less annoyance hearing this. You had seen it across the mountain, you were actually helping him count with binoculars from a blind spot on the mountain, and he was right, it was just a smoke break at the wrong time. You saw as he got spotted and proceeded to take down the man a few inches shorter than him with ease. Shoving him in a bush many meters away from the location, you had overheard other guards talking about the flight risk of some others, so you figured it wasn’t that bad.

“Are we allowed to return?” You asked, even though you knew the answer was probably going to be...

“No.” Yeah... “We need absolute confirmation the target is in that cabin. You two will need to shelter in overnight. If you still have no signs of the target by tomorrow evening, we’ll bring you back. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you both said in unison. You looked over at him, his face full of determination as he looked at the ground through his yellow tinted glasses. You had to admit that you admired him. Clearly he knew when to be serious and he knew how to hold his own, but still he had a bit of light-heartedness to him, bringing warmth to an otherwise gloomy situation.

“Good. Ghost, out.”

He caught you looking at him as he took his thumb off the radio. You heard him take a deep breath out. “I think we should try and find a flat spot now, before it gets too dark. Agreed?”

You nodded. “Do you happen to have a tarp? I feel like the wind is gonna pick up, but I know I forgot mine...”

He let out a scoff laugh as he started heading north, heading for the more wooded area, you following close behind. “Afraid of getting cold? It’s quite nice to me, but I do happen to have a covering for you, maleńka.”

You looked at him a bit offended, implying you were weaker for thinking you would be cold and at least wanted some shelter for tonight. And whatever he called you... his joking tone made you think it was condescending, maybe a backhanded compliment but in a lighthearted way. You knew if you asked him though, he’d sugar coat it or translate it completely wrong.

“I suppose you’re fine then with being on watch first then, if you can deal with the cold better?” You returned the lighthearted spite, taking his own words and spinning them back on him.

He turned around to look at you, but kept walking, walking backwards. “Hey now, I didn’t say that. I think you should be on first watch, it will be much colder later at night. You can cuddle up nice and warm in a blanket, late at night. Wish I could do that.”

You could hear the sarcasm dripping from his voice from the last sentence. His mask hid most of his lower face, but you saw the way his cheek rose, showing his slight smirk. You crossed your arms, showing your disapproval to him non-verbally, but couldn’t hold a straight face. Especially while his back was turned, watching you, he didn’t see the upcoming rock wall.

He crashed against it, his backpack saving him from most of the brunt of the force, but not saving him from feeling the sudden stop. His arms came out in front of him, eyes widening in surprise. “CHOLERA!” He let out in a shocked breath, sucking it back through his teeth as his body reset to the sudden stop. “Ej dupku, why didn’t you warn me?!”

You let your laugh out, his mad face making you laugh more as you couldn’t take him seriously. “You should pay attention to what’s ahead of you, dummy. We’re on a mission here.”

He shook his head, his face relaxed more and you could almost see him start to smile. He took a deep breath, turning around and looking up the wall. It was a decent bit taller than him, taller than he could reach, but the forest surrounded every other direction, no other way forward. He made it look easy, especially due to his height, just having to put his foot on one rock and push himself off from the ground, reaching up and holding the top. He pulled his own weight up with ease, sitting on the top and looking down at you. You slowly approached, making you realize the height difference between the two of you as you had to arch your back to meet his gaze. With that gaze though, he held his hand out, offering help with the looming wall. You smiled, hoping this would finally be the end of the little games you two were playing. You got your footing on one rock, able to reach his hand and grasp it. You could tell he had a quick wicked smile and let go, dropping you but a few feet, but still threw you off and almost had you falling down on your ass.

“Okay, you prick,” you spoke through gritted teeth, getting tired from everything between you two now. You caught your footing, hearing his deep, rumbling laugh above you.

“Oko za oko!” His voice remained just as boisterous, able to hear the shit-eating grin under that mask.

You shook your head, glaring up at him, watching for him to finally meet your eyes again so you could speak, letting him know you were serious. You took a deep breath out, “Can we call a truce? We have to at least deal with each other for a night, not to mention tomorrow.”

His eyes went to the side, you hoped just joking, playing overdramatically that he was actually considering not agreeing. “Dobra. I can agree to that.” He held out his hand again. You looked up at him, trying to hide some suspicion on your face as you reached up reluctantly, hoping he wouldn’t break the trust you had to have for him for the night. He noticed it, his expression softening a moment, showing a bit of guilt. “I promise, I won’t do it again.”

You put your foot on the rock and pushed off the ground, able to reach his forearm. He twisted, providing more support and allowing him to lift you up easier, with you helping as much as you could by pushing off with whatever rock you could get your foot on. He pulled you over the ledge, grunting as he did, his breath getting slightly heavier. You both sat on the ground a moment, catching your breath as the light from the sky slowly got darker. Looking up, you could even start to see Venus twinkle in the sky. You both looked at each other again, knowing it was time to hurry up, lest you lose the daylight you had.

He helped you back on your feet and you both continued, unfortunately struggling to find a good clearing that would provide a good shelter but still hide you both for the night. He started picking up rocks, leaving them to the right of whatever path you two were on, and putting a specific dot of mud on them. As you got deeper in the forest, anxiety took over, and you hoped his rock idea would actually help you two find your path back. As you went deeper too, the foliage increased in more than just trees. You both were covered enough but still, you watched the floor for anything with thorns, or possibly anything poisonous, though you hadn’t heard of too many poisonous plants in the Alps. It spiked your anxiety even more, having to try to level your breathing while keeping up with Gromsko.

Just as you thought you were about to finally catch your breath, he called out, “Hey, over here. I think there’s a spot.” He picked up his pace, his longer strides helping him out but leaving you lagging behind. You had to break into a decent jog to keep up, unable to watch where you were stepping, praying you wouldn’t step into some thorns and hurt yourself more. You were stuck focused on him, trying to see where he was going, but also keep an eye on the floor for anything suspicious, you didn’t even notice when you stumbled a bit to keep yourself out of an incoming bush to your left that you went into a fallen branch to your right, the jog you had causing it to scrap against your side. You quickly held where it had hit, just at the side of your stomach, slicing a good 3 inches down to your hip. You sucked a breath through your teeth, seeing Gromsko hadn’t even noticed and was continuing on his trek. You sucked it up, taking a quick breath and pulling your vest down slightly, hoping that would help compress it for the moment and not make him worry.

He finally stopped after turning to his right, a few feet ahead of you. He stood there, hands on his hips as he observed his surroundings. You finally caught up and joined him, looking at the very small clearing. It was at least something, not so open that it’d be easy to see you guys, but enough of a patch to home you two for a night. He sighed and looked back at you.

“What do you think? Those trees over there I can tie my tarp to, making a nice tent for you.” He smiled again, clearly unaware that you had even injured yourself. You were sure it was nothing, just a branch, you could walk it off. You nodded in agreement, trying to hide a wince as you pulled your backpack off, setting it down in the dirt nearby said trees. You rummaged through, pulling out your lantern, letting the little warm light fill the small clearing. He had the same idea, setting his bag down and pulling out the tarp, unfolding it gently. Once he did he unclasped his helmet, taking off both the helmet and ghillie attachment and set it beside his backpack. You hadn’t even realized he was wearing a full balaclava under there, just thinking it was a mouth and neck covering, but he soon pulled that off too, putting it in his helmet for safe keeping. He rolled his neck and let out a big deep breath. “I know I wouldn’t be able to set this thing up with that shit on. Hurts your neck after a while.”

You chuckled softly, looking up at him as he stood up, still looking in your bag for the blanket you brought. “I imagine... why don’t you just go for the full ghillie suit at this point?”

He shrugged, grabbing one end of the tarp as well as some rope. “I don’t have all the components. Plus at this point I think it looks cooler, that’s how people know it’s me.” He let out a laugh of his own, cutting one end of the rope with his combat knife. He squinted as he struggled to tie the knot though, eventually relenting to the dark and pulling his glasses up to rest on his short brown hair, letting you see his grey-ish blue eyes focus more. He finished his knot, taking a moment to look back at his work, but the weight of the rest of the tarp plus a small gust of wind sent it down the bottom of the tree. “Cholera... Ej, maleńka, can you grab the other end and tie it to that tree there.”

You stood up slowly from rummaging in your bag, making sure your back was to him so he didn’t see as you instinctively winced. It was just a scratch from a tree branch, it shouldn’t be affecting you that much. “You’ve said ‘maleńka’ twice now, what does that mean?” You asked, hoping it would distract you from the stinging pain and him from noticing.

“Maleńka? It just means ‘little’. It’s nothing to worry about.” You could see his smile now clearly, a bit more of a smirk now as you caught his gaze.

“You know, you saying there’s nothing to worry about makes me think you’re not telling the whole truth.”

“Now, are you calling me a liar? I thought we had a truce?” His cocky smirk increased as he finished up his bowline knot and you did the same. “Come on, let’s tie the other corners down here.” He walked to the corner of the tarp that was facing the clearing, starting to fold it under the shelter. He crouched under the little bit you had set up, leading it under and rolling out the other side to meet the third tree, making it a nice triangle. You crouched as well, you both standing on either side of the tree, tying the final corners down.

“It’s not me saying you’re a liar just... I know how vulgar you tend to be when you speak Polish so forgive me if I don’t think you’re saying the nicest things about me.” He raised an eyebrow at you, the smile not fading from his face. “...I know what kurwa means at least.”

He let out a hearty laugh, and admittedly his deep, rumbling laugh made you smile a bit more too. “O, ona wie, co znaczy ‘kurwa’? Co za mądra dziewczyna.” His laugh continued, and you did a little over dramatic pout, trying to show your disappointment at him. “You just sound so cute saying it... I should teach you some Polish.”

“Again, I feel like you’d just sabotage me, tell me the wrong meanings of things.”

He tutted. “You think so lowly of me, just because I curse. We have to be together a night and you are already so mean to me.” He did a joking pout back at you, but couldn’t hold it without smiling. As you both tied the knots, your rope had a bit of kink in it, making you pull harder to get it through. As your body twisted though, you felt your muscle pull right on the side of your abdomen, stretching your injury. You couldn’t help but groan slightly, letting go of the rope and letting out your own curse under your breath. He obviously heard it, his face dropping from his joking demeanor to serious in half a second. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lied, speaking through your teeth. It stung like no other, but now you couldn’t hide it, though you tried your best to not worry him anymore. It was clear though he didn’t care and saw you objectively.

“Come on, get under the tarp. I’ll grab my first aid.” He had stood up, holding his hand out for you to help you up. You took it, slowly walking to sit under the tarp. Maybe it was worse but still... it was just a tree branch, it really couldn’t be that bad. You scooted over to your bag, pulling out the blanket and laying it out, just so you wouldn’t be sitting on the cold ground. He came back over, holding his first aid bag, setting it down in his lap as he sat in front of you. “Alright, where is it?”

You lifted your vest slightly, the makeshift compression clearly not working as a little bit of blood seeped through even onto your combat shirt. “I-It really shouldn’t be that bad... it was just a branch.”

“Yeah? A branch out here with dirt and moss and god knows what else on it? Ja pierdolę, you're bleeding through your shirt and I can see your undershirt is soaked already!” He grunted, scolding you harshingly and making you feel slightly embarrassed. He opened his kit, pulling out a bandage, thread and needle, and isopropyl alcohol. He also had his hydration pack nearby, a small cloth he soaked in said water. He took a small, travel sized hand sanitizer, squeezing it and rubbing his hands together. “Alright, go ahead, lift up your shirt.”

Your face fully went red, his low voice telling you that, even if it was in such a serious tone, lit something inside you. You weren’t sure if it was just some strange instinct or if maybe... You were hesitating and despite the low light, he read your expression clearly. “D-don’t look at me like that. Come on, we’re both adults.” The silence hung for a moment, still hesitant to lift your shirt for a man like him. His voice went softer, more caring, and did not help the spark that ran down your spine, “You only have to lift it a bit. I promise, I won’t go any further than we need to.”

You took a breath, hoping to calm your own thoughts and unconscious feelings, undoing your vest and throwing it aside, then rolled up your combat shirt, bringing your camisole underneath with it. He came closer, lowering himself to look closer, running his large, cold fingers along the exterior. He took another breath, you were able to feel it slightly hit the edge of your wound, but also drag across your exposed abdomen. “Sorry, maleńka, I can't quite see and I have to...” His finger ran down, barely resting them at the top of your pants. He looked up at you, his eyes full of embarrassment and pity as he nonverbally asked you if this was okay.

More heat crawled up to your face, you avoided eye contact with him, but nodded. “W-whatever you have to do...” Still avoiding his gaze, you felt as he brought them down a few inches. The silence hung a moment, wincing as you felt him stretch it open a bit. “...How bad is it?”

He took a deep breath, twisting his body to grab the soaked towel. He shifted from sitting on his knees to having his legs straight out in front of him, letting him see it without having to crane his back as much, as he started dabbing the outside gently. “I can see the dirt, even in this shit lighting... And it’s really deep...” He sighed again as he set the towel aside, looking up at you again with pity. “They don’t give me any damn soap in this thing either, so... even though it's better to disinfect with soap and water, I have to use alcohol.” You always thought it was better to use alcohol but you remembered how he was trained. The JW GROM in Poland were known as “the surgeons” not just for tactical precision, but for their thorough medical training. And even among those in GROM, Gromsko was considered among the best. You knew you were in good hands but still, the way his saddened expression looked at you really made you realize he didn’t want to go about this method. But with a very dirty but fresh wound, there had to be some way to clean it while you two were by yourselves in the forest.

You knew how much this was going to sting and mentally you were preparing yourself. One of his hands held the side of your waist, pulling the skin taught gently while the other wet a small cloth with the isopropyl.

“I’ll count off.. at three...” You held your breath in anticipation.

“One...”

“Two...”

He didn’t wait for the three, instead holding the towelette there, not letting you brace yourself fully so you didn’t have any resistance. You cried out as it stung harshly, your abdomen instinctively crunching and pulling you forward as you attempted to protect yourself from the new found pain. Your hands went down, gripping hard as you continued suck a harsh breath through your teeth, occasionally letting out a pained moan, unable to hold back.

Your eyes were sewed shut the whole time, in pure anguish. You slowly caught your breath, cracking your eyes open and able to focus. You looked down, seeing you had not flung yourself and grabbed your own knees in instinct, instead landing forward onto his thighs. You quickly retreated your grip from him, the full embarrassment showing on your face, but his as well. You could tell a flush went to his cheeks that matched your bright one. “I-I’m so sorry! I-”

He cut off your fumbling apology before you could embarrass yourself any further. “It’s...” he cleared his throat, clearly a bit more affected by this than he wanted to admit. “It’s fine. I should’ve given you something to grip but...” His gaze averted as he looked down at the slightly blood stained towelette. He held his other arm up, offering it to you as the alternative. “...I still have to clean up a little more.”

Regrettably, you were left gripping hard at his sleeve and forearm, at points wondering if he’d have to give himself some care from just how hard your nails were digging into him. Occasionally you’d rest your head into him as well, just groaning in pain as the stinging did not get any better. Once he lifted away though, you knew this was only the beginning as you slowly opened your eyes and looked at the shining metal that sat by his side next to the thin thread. “You... don’t have any numbing anything in there, do you?”

He shook his head, holding up the needle to the light and attempting to put the thread through the eye. “Sorry, if I did I would... I want to make this as easy on you as I can but...” He looked away sadly, then looked back up at you. He was just barely at your height again as he wasn’t leaning over, still just barely taller than you even when his ass was fully to the floor while you were on your knees. He got the needle threaded, then looked over at you, examining you again as he held the needle up. Instinctively, your stomach flinched away from him. You knew he was just trying to judge what was the best angle to come at it from, but you couldn’t help but suck your stomach back in an attempt to get away from the sharp object. He took a deep breath again, closing his eyes as he thought about the next words he was going to say. “...I know it’s going to sound bad again but... can you please sit up on your knees?”

You knew what he meant and even though he premented it, you still blushed again. You did as he said, assuming he knew what he was doing. He slowly scooted forward, letting his legs spread open as he straddled yours, getting close to your stomach again. At this height, though he still slightly had to slouch, it was easier to meet it, and he was but inches away from how closely he had to look. One hand held your wound steady, no doubt you were unconsciously trembling under him, while the other just barely hovered above with the needle. He looked up at you, those blue eyes big with sympathy and causing another spark to shoot down from the unintentionally somewhat sensual position you two were in. “You can grip my shoulder if you need to, but try not to move my arms.”

You nodded at the obvious direction he had to give you, taking him up on his offer and putting your hands on them preemptively. Your breath shook as you spoke, “Are you... going to give me a countdown?”

“Nope,” he said, unceremoniously forcing the needle down to make his first stitch. You cried out, instantly gripping on his shoulders and crashing your head down as you shut your eyes. You felt his hair against your nose, confirming your suspicion that you slightly lost control while giving into instinct, but didn’t lift up, no matter how embarrassed and hot your cheeks felt because you knew you’d come crashing back down either way. “If I did you’d flinch away... but you’re doing great with this first stitch.”

You knew he was lying, but still you smiled, taking his praise anyway. You sucked a breath through your teeth as you felt the needle graze you again. With the hand that was holding you still, he gently rubbed circles with his thumb, comforting you as you felt the prick again. You felt his breath hot on your stomach as you let another cry of anguish. You knew you had to be stronger than this but... damn, this hurt.

You felt his hair get slightly wet as tears instinctively fell from you, tightening your grip on him as you lifted up, looking back down on him. He was so focused on his next stitch, he didn’t even notice the weight lifting from his head. The way he was looking at you though, so determined, his brows furrowed, breath steady just tracing your abdomen. It felt so odd and you didn’t want to admit but seeing him like this seemed to be starting to turn you on.

He held his breath as he went for another stitch, shutting your eyes and moaning in agony, your grip tightening on his shoulders tightly as you hoped the pain would erase these strange feelings you were starting to have. As he breathed out, he glanced up, finally noticing you weren’t resting on him. He saw even though your face showed your pain, the moan clearly a response to it, looking up at you with your eyes shut and mouth slightly open, the moan almost being indecipherable from a different kind of moan, he felt a heat run up to his cheeks as well, trying to shake the feeling by shaking his head. He couldn’t help it though when he felt you clawing at his shoulders. He had to keep telling himself this was basically his patient... he couldn’t let what he was feeling get the better of him.

Rubbing his thumb again in an attempt to comfort, he refocused, putting another stitch in and almost immediately watching your reaction. “Kurwa...” he cursed softly under his breath, hoping you wouldn’t hear. “Dlaczego uważam to za...” he let his voice trail off as he saw you slowly open your eyes, looking at him half lidded as you were dazed slightly from the pain of it all. He chuckled and smirked, “You’re looking at me funny.”

You thought you had blushed all you could but were proven wrong as you felt more, being called out for your feelings you were trying to repress. “H-hey! You’re looking at me funny, too...”

His smirk did not fade as he remained looking into your eyes. "Yeah? How so?"

You stayed silent a moment, trying to figure out a way to word it. His eyes slowly looked back down, pulling another stitch through. You sucked a breath through your teeth, gasping as you felt him slowly pull it out, and his gaze met yours again. “...I think you should focus on the task at hand.”

He hummed softly, comforting you again with the slight touch of his fingers on your waist. “I can focus on two things at once, kochanie.”

The way his voice came out more husky... it made your already growing feelings hard to fight as well you wondered what he actually just said. “W-what does ‘kochanie’ mean?”

“That’s not important right now...” He knew you were avoiding the question. As if a perfectly timed punishment, he pulled another stitch through. The pain was getting more bearable, just barely though as you still gasped feeling it, no doubt igniting another spark in him. “I just want an answer... How am I looking at you funny?”

Once you caught your breath, you looked down at him, trying again to gather your thoughts and throw a cohesive description at him. “Your pupils are so dilated and I can tell you’re blushing... Your sly little smile too? You’re taking way too much joy in this...”

He hummed again, slowly turning into a low laugh, his eyes boring into yours, seeming to return the favor by trying to find a way to describe your current expression. “Mhmm... I can say the same about you. You’re not smiling but, the way you're looking at me... something about me looking up at you has you going, huh?” The corner of his lip turned up and before you could respond, he put another stitch in. You cried out again, gripping hard. The pain did sting but you thought it almost didn’t warrant that reaction from you. You wondered just why then did you react in such a way. You slowly opened your eyes, looking at him as he still had that cocky smirk on him. “It’s like you’re begging me with your eyes alone to just kiss your little injury away once I put these last two stitches through...”

His voice trailed off, low and smooth, giving you another stitch. He had just one more stitch now, and it was clear now your assumption was right. He was enjoying this more than he should... but also he was trying to hurry this along now. You still couldn’t admit to yourself that you like this. I mean, you definitely hated the pain of the needle but the way his calloused fingers softly caressed your side, enveloping you with ease, his hot breath getting even warmer on your stomach, trailing down to a high spot on your pelvis.

He pulled the final stitch through, letting out your little moan of pain as your grip just barely tightened. You were able to not shut your eyes fully, instead looking at him through dazed, half lidded eyes. He was focused on tying the end off, so you were able to just watch him. That handsome square face, eyebrows furrowed as they focused intently. He cut the string, putting it gently back in his kit so as to not lose his needle. You were able to see his face even more clearly now, the little bits of stubble that poked through as he was attempting to grow his facial hair, a little bit of a wider nose with a slight hook. As he turned around, holding the bandage gently, he caught your gaze. You saw the way his pupils dilated again, unconsciously showing his desire for you, causing more fire to light up in you. He gently held the side of your waist, letting his hand drag as he smoothed the bandage over, not taking his eyes off you the whole time.

“Well, kochanie... tell me, do you want me to make you feel better?”

His voice was so deep, rumbling your core but still holding such confidence you couldn’t help but stop and just take it all in. Just lost in thought of what he said, what he meant when he said make you feel better.

He noticed your pause and backed away slightly, still leaving his hot breath lingering on your stomach. “I need an answer, kotku... I’m not going to go further ‘til I hear a yes from you.” You stayed still, pausing as your mind raced. “...It’s only you and me out here. And this will stay between us, as long as you want that.”

He was so cocky but still respectful of you. You absolutely admired it, and it was making your admiration of him grow stronger, as well as the growing attraction you had of him. “P-please...” was all you could muster out under your breath as you waited in anticipation.

He brought his mouth centimeters from your stomach, insanely hot breath ghosting over you as he gripped both sides of your waist, one side even sliding slightly lower to your hips. “Please...? Please what, kochanie?”

You choked out breathily, sounding insanely desperate. “Yes, please... please make me feel good, Gromsko.”

He wasted no time, immediately closing the gap and kissing where his breath stained. Your hands instantly went to the back of his head, encouraging him to stay where he was at and continue. He did as such, kissing from the center out, lingering and trailing his tongue on spots, particularly right along your abdominals. His hands grip increased, though his left hand remained careful, avoiding the area which he had just worked so hard on. You felt the way he hummed to himself in the kisses, the vibrations almost like he was purring, purely content just from this.

He lifted after leaving what had to be more than 50 kisses on you alone, getting on his knees and towering above you. It was your turn to look up at him now, eyes pleading as you wanted more. Clearly, he enjoyed the sight of you looking up as much as you did when he was. He smiled that lopsided smile, unclicking his vest and tossing it aside, along with his glasses. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t say yes. I guess I would’ve had to just dream of the way your soft skin tempted me but...” He leaned close, letting his lips gently reach yours, kissing you softly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your fingers curled in his short hair, and you felt him smile in the kiss.

He pulled away, staying an inch way, you both exchanging hot, heavy breaths. “I’m going to say now...” He let his left hand slide down your right side, softly caressing every dip and curve you had until he reached to top your thigh. “...Be careful with this leg. You stretch it too far and well...” He leaned over to your ear, his nose nuzzling against the side of your hair and breath dancing on the shell of it. “I’m going to have to fix some stitches. And I don’t want to put you through that again.”

Just as he leaned down to kiss along your jawline, he let his hand squeeze your thigh. You gasped softly and he instantly lifted himself, chuckling darkly. “You like that, baby?” He gave you another harsh squeeze, his hand easily able to wrap around your thigh, squishing the soft flesh and rubbing his thumb over to comfort again. “Mmm... you don’t even have to tell me... twoje ciało mówi za ciebie.” He slipped into Polish, though the way he was purring it, you didn’t even mind that you couldn’t understand him. It even made more of a fire spark in you, leaving what he was saying a mystery to you but you knew he was saying nice things to himself.

You gasped as he squeezed again, he leaned back, watching the way your face showed its pleasure, its desire for him. “Taka dobra dziewczynka... such a good, good girl...” He quickly kissed you, his lips feeling just as soft but he kissed you harsher, like he wanted to take you all in. He wasted no time, licking at your bottom lip. His right hand started to dip, caressing around your hip to harshly grip your ass. You let out a gasp again, but in the middle of the kiss he took his opportunity, letting his tongue lull into your mouth and wrap around yours. You instantly deepened the kiss, accepting him as lust took you over. You wanted him right now, badly. Gripping at the back of his hair, you pulled yourself as close as could. As you hummed in the kiss, slowly turning into a soft moan, you felt his lips curl up into a smile. He pulled away, laughing softly at your blushing, needy face. “Hahah... you are so cute, you know that?”

The blush grew on your cheeks, you quickly turned away, shifting your gaze as you felt flustered. When you glanced back, you saw his face had a pang of worry. Was he worried about you taking it the wrong way? “Heh... and just how long have you thought that?” You tried keeping your gaze on him to match your confident remark, but the second those slate eyes switched from worry to desire, you found yourself struggling to maintain composure around him. You just wanted to melt back into his large arms, into those hands that still traced circles on you.

“Mmm... hard to say. I think from the day I first saw you, I was surprised they let such a beautiful girl in. I figured though, someone like you must have someone at home. Someone to enjoy those little laughs you make, the way your cheeks light up when you smile, the way you’re so passionate, dedicated on the field.” He let out an elongated sigh, his expression softening as he just gazed at your features. You noticed the way his lightly freckled cheeks blushed as you looked back, trying to not crumble as he looked at you so lovingly. “I just admired from afar... thinking how lucky the person at home must be.”

You chuckled a little bit, looking at him with a bit of pity. “Why didn’t you just ask me?”

He looked to the side as he thought, remaining silent for a good moment. It seemed even he hadn’t even thought of it. The normally confident, boisterous man who was not afraid to scream his lungs out on the field, yell all sorts of profanities at enemies and teammates alike, was struggling to ask a girl he liked if she was single? “I guess... I thought it was better to just believe you had one than ask and have it confirmed.”

You smiled again, nodding your head. You understood where he was coming from. Having it confirmed would almost be like its own form of rejection... and it seemed he never wanted to face that. “Well... I don’t have one. At least... not right now.” You smiled confidently, twirling your fingers in the little bits of hair around his neck. He smiled at you, the red of his cheeks growing brighter as you flirted with him. “...Do you wanna change that?”

He laughed deeply, a solid rumble in his chest, gripping hard at your hips and pulling him close to his own. He grinned as he brought his lips right next to yours. “Chętnie...” was all he said huskily before closing the gap, letting his tongue slip as soon as he could. You didn't mind his impatience, smiling and letting yours meet his. He gave gentle little licks, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing hard, causing you to melt more, moaning into his mouth. He smiled, but you felt the way he hummed in the kiss. You weren’t sure if it was a moan of his own or some low, animalistic growl.

He broke the kiss, still smiling, not wasting a moment to softly kiss your jawline, trailing down to kiss your neck. He let one hand roam up, gently running his hands through your hair before grabbing a handful. He was going slow though, careful not to hurt you as he pulled your head to the side. You chuckled, helping him out by leaning with him. He laughed as well, but stopped once he saw your exposed neck. Instantly he placed hot, passionate kisses on it, remaining there longer as he took deep breaths through his nose. He gave your pert ass a squeeze again, and you bit your lip, suppressing yourself to a gasp as he placed another long kiss on your neck. You definitely heard him growl this time, low and almost hard to catch with the sounds of crickets taking up most of the noise. “No dalej... Where are those pretty noises? Heheh... I wanna hear you, kotku.”

You took a moment to catch your breath, your breathing heavy as you looked at his inquisitive face. The sound of the crickets barely drowned out the noise of the wind that whistled through the branches of the trees. It was the only other noise you heard other than you two’s bated breaths, and that worried you. “What if someone hears us? And... they catch us...”

He cut you off before your mind could wander more, laughing softly. “Oh, darling... if someone interrupts me right now? Heh... they’ll be wishing I’d give them the release of death...” His voice got lower, a threatening growl taking over as he thought of it more. He kissed your neck, growling as he did, his grip on your hair getting tighter, causing a breathy gasp to come from you. “No one’s gonna catch us... we’re too far away from the cabin. It’s just you and me... Jesteś moja na cała noc...”

He continued trailing his kisses down, enjoying as you let loose, letting yourself gasp as he continued to caress and grip your body, trusting him that you wouldn’t be heard by anyone other than him. Your collarbones teased him as your shirt covered them, but just slipped out an inch. Once he kissed his way down, he pulled it to the side, starting by kissing softly but contrasted it quickly, biting hard at the sensitive bone. “A-ah~! G-Gromsko!” You gasped, surprised by the sudden pain, but not complaining as it started to feel good, especially when his hot breath traced over it, placing gentle kisses again to soothe it.

“Mmm... sorry, kochanie. Your perfect skin... Kurwa... I just have to make sure once we go back to base, all of them know you had a good time, hmm?” He raised an eyebrow playfully while looking up at you, making you giggle and blush. “Heheh... make sure they know you have someone... let them know your mine without me having to say a word.” His lips trailed up to where your shoulder met your neck, giving a kiss before latching on, sucking and letting his tongue lick around your soft flesh. You gasped again, your hand gripping on the back of his head, encouraging him to stay. He moaned softly as you pulled on his short hair, your fingers locking around him.

He gently rolled his hips forward, almost out of instinct as he wanted some release for the tension he was feeling. You felt it grind against you, hard and clearly straining the fabric of his pants. You gasped softly, heat rising both to your cheeks and your own sex. You smiled, thinking of something and acting on it without a second thought. You let your other hand trail down from his neck, tracing gently down his chest, feeling the way it rose and fell with his heavy breaths, past his abdomen, below his belt, placing your hand over and gently rubbing his hard bulge. He broke the kiss on you, bucking his hips and groaning softly, “Kurwa~...” His breathing increased as you continued, smiling cheekily as you had him panting. You were able to feel just how thick he was, his length above average. More fire lit up in you as he grinded into your delicate touch, the kissing on your neck becoming more sloppy and desperate. “Proszę, baby... Potrzebuję cię...” he said breathily into your neck, groaning as he rocked his hips against you. He looked up to you, eyes craving and begging, another spark making you feel desperate as well. “Can you say that to me, kochanie? Potrzebuję cię...”

He slowed down the way he said it, but even then you had to take a moment to wrap your head around it. He repeated it again, even slower, letting you watch the way his mouth formed around the words, almost getting lost in his soft lips as you did. You tried your best to remember each syllable as you slowly repeated back to him. “Po-trze-bu-ję cię...?”

He smiled widely as he stood up straight, looking down at you as he looked at you with lust filled eyes. “You got it, now just say it a little faster.” He gently tucked your hair behind your ear, cupping your face as you looked up at him.

“Potrzebuję cię,” you tried to say with more confidence, though it was hard to as Polish was such a different language. You were sure he was just encouraging you, no matter if it was good or bad. He closed his eyes, rolling his hips forward into your touch again as he took in your words, humming in delight. “W-what does that mean?”

He leaned down, a smirk growing on him as he leaned to your ear. “It means ‘I need you...’” Before you could respond, he hungrily kissed you again, letting his hand trail around your hip, gently rolling his fingers as he did. He let his hand dip to your front, teasing as he held his hand in place, not letting it dip further down. You felt the way he smirked in the kiss, his thumb rubbing circles as he let his hand roam to caress your inner thighs. You whined softly, every time you tried to roll your hips into his touch, his hand followed you, dodging as he wanted to tease you mercilessly. You were frustrated and started rubbing on him harder, but this only encouraged him more, as he gave your thighs a tight squeeze as he moaned in your mouth. You racked your brain, thinking back to the Polish he had said before. Potrzebuję cię meant I need you, so when he said proszę, baby...

“Proszę, Gromsko,” you hoped to god that you said it right and that it actually meant what you thought it did, please. He immediately stopped, pulling away slightly, his pupils blown out in pure desire, but his expression showed that he was stunned.

“...S-say again?” He stuttered on his words for once, in pure disbelief that you not only remembered a word and said it right, but that you even took the context and knew what it meant. You were a little nervous that you had messed up, since he didn’t verbalize that you were right, but did as he said.

“Proszę, Grom-”

“Please,” he cut you off with an airy breath before you could finish, cupping your face gently and rubbing his thumb on your cheek, staring deeply in your eyes. “Do you know how to say my name?”

You thought again, thinking back to when you’ve seen it written, Sobiesław. That l with the line through it, if you recalled right, it made the w sound. And then the w would be pronounced like v, like how it is in kurwa. Swav, that’s at least how the last part was pronounced. “Sobiesław...” You weren’t too sure, and your lack of confidence showed as you spoke it quietly.

He chuckled softly, his smile warming your heart and reassuring you. “Close, kotku... Sobiesław...” He said, placing emphasis on the ie sound. You had pronounced it like ee, like how it is most times in English, but the way he said it, it had that ee sound for a split second, then dropped to an eh sound. You tried to keep it in mind as you repeated it back.

“Sobiesław...?”

His smile grew as his lids fell, leaning close to you again. “You got it...”

You smiled as well, happy you got it right, giggling softly as you looked him in the eyes, “Proszę, Sobiesław~...”

“Well... since you asked so nicely...” His smile didn’t drop as he leaned in to kiss you, throwing his gloves off before raising his hand to undo your belt, making quick work of your button too. Your breathing increased in anticipation. He lifted up from the kiss, letting you two exchange hot breaths. He dipped his hand down past the waistband of your panties, wasting no time as he let his calloused finger slip between your folds, your gasp quickly turning to a moan as he rubbed at your clit. His eyes bored into you, his smile increasing as his pupils dilated even more. His mouth hung open slightly as he chuckled lowly. “Fuck... you’re so wet already?”

He hummed as he let his finger continue to tease you, going up and down, just barely grazing your entrance. As your breath got heavier, you continued to paw at his own pants desperately, grinding instinctively against his hand as you felt him twitch, begging to come out, begging for more. He groaned as he gave you what you wanted, letting his finger slip in. You cried out softly, his much bigger finger stretching you slightly, but slipping in easily from how wet you were. Your grip on him tightened, his hips bucking harshly into your hand as you did, clearly enjoying it. He looked down at you with heavy lids, watching as your mouth hung open from everytime you moaned, his fingers making you melt into his touch, every thrust making it hard to keep your eyes open.

“Kurwa...” he said in a low growl under his breath. He slipped his finger out, making you whine as you were longing for more of it. He backed away, even getting out of reach of your touch, making you worried something was wrong. His face still showed his craving, letting his finger slip into his mouth. His eyes shut as he took it all in, only opening as he pulled it out, his tongue barely grazing on it as he did. You saw it in his eyes, a type of fervor you hadn’t seen up until now. He placed both his hands on your pants, pulling down as much as he could. You gasped, happy you hadn’t messed up and helped him out with taking your pants off. He spoke through gritted teeth, “Cholernie cię potrzebuję...”

He let one his hands hold you by the small of your back, the other holding and gripping at the soft, exposed flesh of your ass. You gasped and chuckled, rolling your body into his touch, making him smile too. He leaned in, giving you small pecks of kisses before he started to lean back, bringing you with him. He lifted from your lips, his face longing for you as you had a bit of a confused expression, wondering where he was going with this. “Please, baby... sit on my face...”

Immediately your expression turned stunned, blush creeping onto your cheeks again. You appreciated him being direct with what he wanted, but just hearing it out loud... and then your brain imagining it. You spoke just as breathlessly as he did, “Y-you want me to sit on your face?”

“Yes~...” he said, his words almost starting to slur, like he was losing himself completely to pleasure, getting drunk off the sexual tension. “I want to taste you, I want your thighs around me, I want you grinding on me, pleeeaaase...” He whined as he started to kiss your neck again, begging for what he wanted. You giggle, running your hands through his hair.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” You felt him smile against your neck as he pulled up. He started leaning back again, his eyes looking deeply into yours until he had to fall back fully. You stepped yourself over his shoulders, currently on your knees on top of him. He had a big smile on his face, pulling his arms up so he could wrap his hands around the front of your thighs, his fingers resting on your inner thigh. You still felt the blush on your cheeks, feeling so exposed to him, but he quickly alleviated that anxiety, pulling you down slowly. He took a deep breath in just as you met him, the warm breath as he breathed out traced your clit, already igniting a fire in you. He gave a small, tentative lick to test the waters, you gasped in response. It seemed he wanted to just test it, see what you would like, but as soon as he tasted you, he lost any control he had. You felt him growl again, the vibrations making you jolt as his tongue immediately went faster, up and down. He gripped harder on your thighs, pulling you closer, your thighs spilling to the sides of his face, the little scraps of stubble and facial hair tickling at your inner thighs. It was a lot of sensations all at once, making you cry out his name, “S-Sobiesław~!”

He chuckled under you, sending more vibrations to your core as they traveled through his tongue. He pulled away slightly, looking up at you through lust struck eyes, “Lubisz to, kochanie?” He was slipping into Polish the more he slipped into his own pleasure. You weren’t even sure if it was because he didn’t want to translate, or if it was because he couldn’t anymore. Though he asked you a question, he didn’t wait for a response, immediately bringing you back to his mouth and licking up to your clit. He gave lots of little licks, little laps before latching on and kissing, sucking at it softly. You moaned more, running out of breath as he continued. Your hand went down to his hair, tightly bawling in his hair. You didn’t want to hurt him but it was hard when you were losing yourself to pleasure as well. He didn’t mind at all though, humming a moan in response directly into you. You cried out his name again as you cursed, moaning uncontrollably under his touch. He started to laugh, and it seemed like any noise he made set off a spark inside you. Your hips started to buck against him instinctively, especially as he let his tongue drift lower and lap at your ever growing wet entrance. It would even occasionally slip inside, and he would purposely hum to set you off. You could feel the way he smiled everytime you reacted, enjoying every bit of torturous teasing. His hands squeezed at your thighs, loving the way the plump flesh surrounded him and how it spilled on his fingers. You wondered how on earth he was breathing under there as he pulled you even closer to him, the warm breath from his nose answered your question. Your grip on his hair tightened as you felt the way it danced on your clit.

He finally released himself from your pussy, drenched with his own saliva and your juices. He looked up at you, barely being able to see the blue of them just due to how dilated they were. He scooted himself up so he could see your panting, longing face look back at him, confused why he stopped. “Poł-... L-lay back.”

You were in such a lust-addled state that you did what he said with no hesitation, scooting your legs back to meet his hips, as he started to scoot himself out from under you. “D-don’t you want anything done for you, baby?” You asked, desperately wanting to repay him for the pleasure he’s already made you feel.

He shook his head as he sat up, “I’m fine... I just want to make you feel good...” As you continued to lay down, he ran his hand down your abdomen, reaching where your bandage was. He pressed lightly, running his hands over where the stitching was, no doubt checking to make sure none had popped. His eyes met yours again as his hands trailed down your thighs. “You’ve been through a lot today, not to mention your good work... I think it deserves a reward, no?”

He let his hands drift under your thighs, his arm trailing as he pulled you up onto his shoulders, barely lifting you from the ground as he was laying down himself. His hand slid to your wet cunt, running up and down on your lips, he glanced at you again, gauging your reaction. You bit your lip softly, gasping as you wanted to respond to him. “A-ah~! Y-you did good today, too... you deserve stuff too...”

Your breathing was getting in the way of you trying to talk, struggling to not moan between your words as he continued to tease you. He looked up at you inquisitively, cocking a brow as you spoke. “Yeah? How so?”

You caught whatever whimper you were about to let out in your throat, instead just answering him breathily, “I-... If that guy had... mmm~... had come up, I probably would have... been screwed... A-Ah~!” You cried out at the end of your sentence as he slipped two fingers in you with ease. Your head fell back as you closed your eyes, but you could hear the snickering under you.

“Mhmm~...” He laughed as he hummed to himself, pumping into you ever so slowly. “That is true... but you were the one who called out that he was there, yeah?” He looked up at you expecting a response, but you still were just moaning from his fingers. This was what he was taking pleasure in right now, seeing you struggle to form an answer while he was finger fucking you, losing yourself on him. “You watched while I choked him out, hmm? You know I know how to control a choke... I wonder if you thought about me doing that to you... fucking you with my hard cock while I choke you, already struggling to breath due to how breathless I leave you?”

You cried out as you thought of it, him giving you a harsh thrust and curling up his fingers, almost like a reward in itself for thinking that way. “Y-Yes~! God... fuck, I do, Sobie~...” You were whining out his name, your hips bouncing back on him as you were getting off to the thought of it.

He laughed darkly, quickening his pace and making you moan wantonly. “Heheh... maybe some other time... Do you know what I want right now, kochanie?”

You tried to catch your breath, becoming a mess under him, able to choke out a “W-What?” under your breath.

You looked down at him, seeing him smile just as deviously as his laugh, pulling his left arm out from under your leg to be by side, leaning up to your ear. Consequently, it pulled your good leg up more, letting his right hand that was harshly thrusting in reach even deeper. He spoke through gritted teeth, his breath hot on your ear as he did, “I want to fuck you and make you cum over and over again, until we’re both messes that can’t even think straight... until we forget the world and just focus on how good we feel... aż nie będę w stanie niczego przetłumaczyć...” With every pause, he thrust deeply into you, making you cry out. He’d curl his fingers up just to torture you more, and you could hear the way his lips curled up into a smile with every reaction you had. You bucked your hips into him, wanting more and more, loving the idea he had.

He lowered himself back down, quickly wrapping his arm back around your leg to lift you up. He brought his mouth to your clit as soon as he could, latching on and suckling, not letting up on his barrage to your pussy. You cried out another curse, surprised you were screaming out of instinct, especially as his lust filled eyes locked with you again. You felt him smile, lifting up slightly. “Mmm~... I liked feeling your thighs on my face but... I think I like watching that pretty face moan my name more~...” Just as he finished his statement, he started lapping at your clit, able to see the way he was bouncing his tongue on it. And you did as he said, moaned out his name, making him chuckle on you. “That’s it... dobra dziewczynka~...” He cooed on you as he continued to lap at you, never seeming to stop getting wetter under his touch.

As he curled his fingers again you felt it. The world starting to slow as you bounced yourself against him, losing your breath as your closed eyes started seeing flashes. You felt your pussy clench on his fingers, but he quickly pulled them out. You whined, you were just about at your release, and he had stopped. You quickly opened your eyes, in your pure pleasure you hadn’t even felt that he let go of your thighs, stood on his knees in front of you, looking down as he undid his own belt. It made another pang of excitement hit you, almost cumming in anticipation of him. You wondered what your lustful face looked like as he started smiling and chuckling as he looked at you, pulling down his pants and boxers in one go. It sprung up immediately, him growling as the cool night air hit him. It was just as you felt even when it was confined, thick and clearly rigid as a rock as he wrapped his hand around it. He leaned down, both arms to the sides of you as he slowly pumped himself, just inches away from you. “Sorry, darling... I wanted to make sure you were nice and ready for me... So I could just...”

He quickly brushed his head just against your entrance, making sure he was lined up and thrusted his whole length in, in one go. You cried out, gripping hard onto his back as the knot in your stomach released, cumming as soon as you felt his head hit deep inside you. He growled right in your ear as he felt you tighten around him, gasping himself as he cooed praise in your ear, “There you go~... Taaaak, dobra dziewczynka~... Good girl~... Keep cumming for me... Kurwa~, kontynuuj cumming dla mnie...” It helped you as you came down from your high, though you were sure his back was going to look wartorn by the time you were done. You slowly caught your breath, opening your eyes and seeing him completely still inside you, him also breathing heavily as he looked at you. “T-tell me when you’re ready for me to move, kochan-”

You cut him off before he could finish, kissing him out of pure passion as his hips bucked slightly into yours, making you moan as your tongue slipped to meet his. The kiss was sloppy, desperate, but still showed just how much passion you were having. You broke the kiss, looking deep into his eyes. “...How do you say ‘fuck me’ in Polish?”

You saw the way his eyes instantly dilated, just from hearing you say it in English. “...Pieprz mnie.” He was hesitant, though his breath remained heavy in his voice, he was wondering what you were plotting.

“Proszę, pieprz mnie, Sobiesław.”

He shut his eyes in pleasure, rolling them back as he rolled his hips back. “Oh mój jebany Boże~...” He thrust into you deeply, making you cry out again. You were still hypersensitive from the orgasm, you could feel the way you were still tight around him as he stretched you out. The thing was though that since you were so dazed, so love drunk already, you didn't even feel a single twinge of pain as he kept thrusting his thick cock in you. Maybe that was his plan, to get you to orgasm so you didn’t have to feel anything other than pure ecstasy as he entered... or maybe he just wanted you to cum on his dick first thing... both seemed valid.

He thrust into you evenly, his pace constant as his hips rolled perfectly, going deep inside of your tightening walls. You smiled as you lifted your hips up slightly, bring your feet under your knees, allowing him to hit you at an even more nirvanic angle as he followed. You were moaning constantly, unable to help yourself but you heard the way your pitch spiked once his hard head hit that one spot in you. His eyes were trained on you the whole time, watching your face intently when his eyes weren’t shut, taking in his own pleasure, mouth hung agape as he was breathing heavily, occasionally moaning himself. His mouth turned to a devilish smile though when your head flew back after hitting that spot, his hands holding your hips as he sat up on his knees.

“Right, there? You want to be fucked right there?” He growled his words as his stare intensified, solidifying his point by showing an example, thrusting harshly against your g-spot.

You cried out again, back arching as the grip on your hips tightened, making sure you wouldn’t roll yourself off him. “Ahh~! Y-yes, like that! Fuck, Sobie... please, don’t fucking stop~” You words came out dazed and desperate, almost starting to slur like you were getting drunk of his cock thrusting so deeply into you. Though you heard it too in his voice, words starting to slur when he had ate your pussy.

“Wasn’t planning on it...” He chuckled, though it was hard to keep up a joking demeanor when he felt so good. “Kurwa~... Boże, jak ciasno~...” You started bouncing yourself back against him, fucking yourself on him to take in as much pleasure as you could. It was hard though as your legs started shaking, losing focus as you felt your muscles tightening around him, heightening your senses again to only the sheer ecstasy of his cock slamming into you relentlessly. You heard him laugh darkly above you, grabbing your hips tighter and fucking you even harder. “You gonna cum again, kotku? Ahahaha~... Don’t hold yourself back... No dalej, kochanie, dojdź dla mnie~...”

Even though you had no clue what he was saying, you immediately gave in, coming undone on his cock. You were left a spasming mess again, only held up by his strong hands wrapping around you and his praise showering you. “Good girl, mmm~... Kurwa, you feel like heaven~...” His thrusts slowed, letting you calm down from your orgasm, but still letting himself enjoy every little twitch, every contraction, every bit of extra sensitivity you had. You slowly came to, still feeling his slower, much more shallow thrust as he lets his hands drift to your thighs. Your orgasms seemed to leave you hypersensitive everywhere, feeling the fiery tingle even just as he dragged his fingertips over your soft flesh. He noticed the way you were looking at him, almost looking light-headed, looking up through heavy lids and gorgeous lashes, lust making your pupils take over your entire eye color. Just the way he wanted you... cock drunk beyond all imagination, so sensitive from orgasm after orgasm that you forgot even about the pain from your gash.

He let his hands slip just under your lower thigh, lifting up your left leg easily, but being more gentle with your right. Your left leg rested easily on his shoulder as he placed it there, letting his right hand reach over and trail along your stomach, pressing on your bandage as he kept lifting up your right leg slowly, watching you seriously to see your reaction. He was able to lift straight up, unable to feel any pain especially as his dick was still buried deep inside you. He let out a sigh of relief, returning his right hand to hold your other leg. “Good... you are holding up... thank fucking god because I know you only got one more left in you and I want to make sure I’m nice and deep when I cum with you~...”

His voice trailed off as he smiled wickedly, almost purring his statement as he made good on his word, immediately thrusting deeper than he did before. You screamed out, not caring anymore about your volume, or perhaps not even realizing as you just gave into the pleasure. Your hands were gripping hard at the blanket under you, glad you had laid it out as it helped ground you as he pounded into you. Your eyes rolled back in your head, trying to focus on him and watching as his cock disappeared into you. He seemed to be enjoying that sight too, but much more, he loved watching your face screw into pure bliss, crying out his name in choked breaths, moans becoming more hoarse as he never stopped pounding into you. He loved just how much you were enjoying this... that he was making you feel this way. He felt on top of the world.

His pace quickened as he felt you tighten again, the stars creeping at you faster from all the previous orgasms. Your throat felt tight, dehydrated from moaning and whining from him, your hand flew up from the blanket up to your own leg, desperately clawing at his hand to help you out, give you some sort of grounding. He quickly took it, squeezing as he leaned even closer to you. “Kurwa... Nie mogę... I can’t hold back~... Come on, kochanie~... so fucking good for me... taking me so well... Proszę... dojdź ze mną... Cum with me...”

His voice was airy, his thrust going even faster as he desperately chased his own ending, finally letting himself go. It took nothing for you, but the fast and deep thrust helped tip you over the edge as you finished on him for a third time, fingers interlacing with his and gripping hard. He gripped just as hard back as you tightened around him, almost as if your body was begging for you wordlessly for him to stay just as deep, to stay all the way in as he...

He growled as both his grip on your thigh and hand tightened exponentially, making you cry out even more as you spasmed under him. “Moja... Jesteś cała kurwa moja...” He growled directly in your ear as he leaned over, doing one finally thrust as his growl transitioned to a moan. You felt it, his hot, thick load cum into your hypersensitive walls, able to feel every drop drip down you as he made sure your legs stayed up right. He did small, shallow thrusts to keep himself stimulated but for the most part, his hips stayed completely flush with yours. He made sure you were not going to miss a single drop from him.

You both slowly opened your eyes, meeting each other with hands still interlocked, exchanging heavy pants as he remained leaning over you. It was almost like you were both in complete disbelief, the world frozen as you two took in the lingering feeling, and the new feeling arising post coitus. Instantly, he brought his mouth to yours, kissing you more passionately than ever, the only way to relieve this feeling, to express how he felt. Your other hand rose from the blanket to wrap around his neck, the little bits of his hair pouring over and tangling with your fingers. He was still holding your leg, but let go, letting them fall off his shoulders as they laid down more comfortably. He broke the kiss, looking deeply into your eyes, his head lightly shaking in disbelief. “Kurwa, byłaś zajebista...”

You giggled softly, looking at him with light hearted confusion. “And that means...?”

He looked taken aback a moment, before clearing his throat. “You were fucking amazing...”

Your laugh continued, though you kept it quiet, trying not to offend him by thinking you were laughing at him. Part of you thought though maybe had completely forgotten he needed to translate. “Mmm... I can say the same... holy shit, how many times did I...?”

Your voice trailed off, not needing to finish before he could answer you. “Three...” His smile was wide, proud of himself. “Heheh... I think I can go for more next time... maybe even a couple from me too...” Still as cocky and overzealous as usual, but you had to admit, it attracted you even more to him. Not to mention the prospect of it was enticing... maybe you would have to remember to stop by his dorm more often.

He slowly pulled himself out, you hadn’t even realized he was still inside until you felt it, making you gasp slightly out of instinct. He leaned up and reached over, grabbing the towel he threw aside early and putting it right under you. You helped him out, lifting your legs and not letting them down until you were sure it was under you. You also didn’t want to ruin your blanket, though you were sure it was slightly stained forever from you two tonight. He sat back as he watched you set your legs down, watching his seed slowly spill out of you in awe. He bit his lip, his cock twitching at the sight. Almost by instinct, he let his hand drift down, sliding past your folds and letting two fingers in. You gasped at the feeling, starting to sit up as you locked eyes with him. “S-Sobie... I can’t-”

He cut you off, giving you a small kiss to gently silence you. “I know you can’t take anymore tonight, kotku. Mmm... I just can’t help it when you feel so good...” He smiled softly, leaning over to your ear as he whispered, “I want to make sure every bit stays in... Kurwa, you just look so beautiful dripping with my cum...”

You blushed at the comment, smiling back as you turned to look at him. You locked your lips with his again, with lazy but strong love drunk passion. True to his word, his fingers stayed completely still, even as you adjusted and, out of instinct, grinded against him, he remained them as stable as could be.

The kiss broke after a few moments, letting his fingers slip out at the same time. He looked at the way they shined in the dim lighting, your own wet juices mixed with his cum. He locked eyes with you as he took his middle finger into his mouth, letting it come out trailing on his tongue. He couldn’t help but smile as he saw a blush return to your cheeks, biting your lip as you watched him. He held his hand up to your mouth, offering you his ring finger that was still wet. You smiled, coyly wrapping your tongue around the tip before taking him in. The way it tasted... you made a mental note for next time to make sure he got some head of his own. But the way he was watching you, mouth agape as he felt the way you sucked his finger clean, something told you he would desperately want that.

He hastily pulled his finger out, clearing his throat as he broke eye contact, looking at the ground. “Cholera... Nope... Can’t be doing this again, I’ll get myself too excited.” He pulled his boxers up, sitting on his knees as he pulled his pants up. He reached over while pulling his fly up, tossing your pants to you. As you put your panties back on, you knew tomorrow was gonna be... somewhat uncomfortable to you. Most certainly they would be ruined, especially if he tried teasing you on comms. Maybe that would be his next mission.

Once you had your pants back on, you laid back, crashing onto the ground with the blanket breaking your fall. You didn’t even care, didn’t even feel anything as you were still in pure bliss from him. He quickly looked over to you, hearing your body softly fall, genuine concern in his eyes. “You okay, kochanie?”

You smiled and nodded. “Mhmm... you just wore me out, that’s all...”

The concern immediately dropped, smiling and softly laughing to himself. “Is that so? Hmm... maybe I’ll have to go more gentle next time?” He slowly lowered himself behind you, his broad chest against your back as his warm arm acted as a blanket.

“No, no,” you said quickly, earning another laugh from him. “I can take it just... fuck, that was so good.”

You felt him smile a big grin as he pressed his lips on the crown of your head, softly kissing it. “I’m glad you like it, because you were... God, words can’t even describe you...”

You smiled softly, happy that you were both mutually pleased. The way you both had the best time... wanting more but now just enjoying this moment you had. You held tightly onto his arm, snuggling yourself into him and shutting your eyes, taking in everything about him; the soft smell of cigarettes and gunpowder, the sound of his heart softly thumping in his chest, the feeling as he breathed deeply with you against him. With your eyes closed and feeling so relaxed, worn out from everything still, you found it hard not to doze off. “Mmm... you’re gonna be on first watch then, right?”

You heard him laugh softly, his other hand lifting to tuck your hair behind your ear. “I wouldn’t worry about that... I’m not going anywhere right now...” He pressed another kiss to your head, taking longer as he took a deep breath in. “If I die tonight, I’ll die happily with you in my arms...”

You didn’t even care because you absolutely agreed. You two were too far out, no one would find you. You would much rather enjoy the presence of his warm, cuddly body as you fell asleep.

Translations! Kurwa- Fuck/Fucking. Multiple Polish ppl told me this is like the most universal curse and it is basically used like how we say fuck/fucking in English. Nie- No Maleńka- little. Literally just translates to little but is a diminutive generally used toward smaller girls. Cholera- Shit/Fuck/Damn. This one doesn't have a direct translation but again, is more of an exclamation you say Ej dupku- Hey asshole Oko za oko!- An eye for an eye Dobra- Alright O, ona wie, co znaczy ‘kurwa’? Co za mądra dziewczyna.- Oh, so she knows what 'kurwa' means? What a smart girl. Ja pierdolę- Fuck me/Fuck's sake Kurwa... Dlaczego uważam to za...- Fuck... why do I find this... (he cuts himself off before he says 'why do I find this hot') Kochanie- darling/dear/baby, pet name Kotku- kitty/kitten Twoje ciało mówi za ciebie.- Your body is talking for you. Taka dobra dziewczynka...- Such a good girl... Chętnie...- Gladly... No dalej...- Come on... Jesteś moja na cała noc...- And you are all mine tonight... Proszę, baby... Potrzebuję cię...- Please, baby... I need you... Cholernie cię potrzebuję...- I fucking need you... Lubisz to, kochanie?- You like it, baby? Poł-- he cuts himself off before he says 'Połóż się' which is lay back Aż nie będę w stanie niczego przetłumaczyć...- Until I can't even translate myself anymore. Taaaak...- Yessss Kontynuuj cumming dla mnie...- Keep cumming for me... Oh mój jebany Boże~...- Oh my fucking God~... Boże, jak ciasno~...- God, so tight~... No dalej, kochanie, dojdź dla mnie~...- Come on, darling, cum for me~... Nie mogę...- he cuts himself off before he says 'Nie mogę się powstrzymać' which is I can't hold myself back Proszę... dojdź ze mną...- Please... cum with me... Moja... Jesteś cała kurwa moja...- Mine... you're all fucking mine... Kurwa, byłaś zajebista...- Shit, you were fucking amazing...

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