#elias kötz smut

[itsohh]

Behave

A/N: Female reader, hhhh work intense.

Day 2: Roleplay

Word count: 1134

Warnings: smut, mentioned major canon character death

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A loud shockwave echoed in the room. The man before you quickly straightened up and blinked a couple of times. There was an obvious arousal to his eyes but the flicker in the corner of his lips told you he was also rather amused by the entire situation. 

The pencil skirt left little to the imagination and showed off the shape of your ass to him while the white blouse exposed the bright red bra you wore. Added with the black pair of heels and stockings, the outfit was rather cliche, over the top and stereotypical. Exactly the way the pair of you liked it. 

A long ruler of your had snapped on the desk. The pair of you were in the office of your shared home where a dining room chair had been brought in to sit in front of the large desk. "Have you any idea why your in trouble today Mr Kötz?" The harsh tone to your voice covered any stifle of laughter that had bubbled in your chest. 

"No Miss."

You snapped the ruler down on the desk and he jumped dramatically. His eyes went from your cleavage to your eyes. "You have the nerve to be distracted while I'm trying to re-educate you? You're been a very bad boy."

"Yeah?" His eyes were hopeful and he swallowed before his tongue wet his top lip. 

"Thats a bad thing!" You stalked around to the front of the desk where he sat and slid onto the desk. Your heel lifted up and was put dangerously in between his two legs, just enough contact to push on it. The chair slid back and he paused. 

"Surely there must be some way I can make it up for you Miss. I can be a good student."

"Hmm, perhaps you could be let free with a show of good character and faith."

"Whatever you need, I'll do it." 

"You're a smart boy, Kötz. You can figure it out."

In all honesty, Elias didn't even bother try to keep his character. Immediately his hands snapped to your legs and felt it up. His wet kisses went right through the thin fabric on the fabric and soon he had fallen from the chair onto his knees and your leg was over your shoulder. 

Elias went directly for your cunt and started to lap and nip at it through the matching underwear. He gave no warning and his entire body moved like his tongue.

"Jesus Elias, give me a warning." You wanted out and your hand flew to his head. He paused at the sound of his first and and retreated back from in between your legs. 

"Sorry." He spoke with his whole mouth and made a wincing expression. 

"It's fine, get back in there." You tugged on his hair and he didn't need to be told more than once. Right away he started to suck on your juices. His hands gript onto your thighs, bit to keep them open but to stabilise himself. 

If there was one thing that man loved, it was feasting on you. His breath was warm on your cunt, a familiar feeling that somehow you never quite got used to. Elias had long since gotten used to being on his knees for you, how could he not? The man had surely spent at least two hundred hours pleasuring you from all your times together. A true expert in the craft that was your body. 

He knew exactly where to touch, exactly where to lick. He'd focus on your clit and move his way out before eventually alternating between small swipes of your entrance and long ones. 

"Someone's certainly working for their grade." You mumbled out while your nails raked through his perfectly messy hair. A small breath of air hit your skin as Elias snorted and laughed into you. 

"Oh please Miss, grade my oral exam well." Elias grinned into you and you couldn't help but slap a hand over your mouth as you let out a laugh. A laugh that turned into a moan as he continued his efforts. It was hard to laugh and moan at the same time but your body managed somehow. 

 One of his hands snaked up your leg and reached for your chest. Instinctively you snapped out the ruler onto his hand which caused him to snatch back and yelp. His big blue eyes peared at you and you tutted. 

"You had been doing so well Mr Kötz."

"Please Miss, just one touch." 

"One touch is all you're gonna get if you keep misbehaving. Now go-" Your voice was cut off by your phone ringing on the desk. 

A sigh left your mouth and you immediately picked it up  

"It's Yumiko." You quickly told Elias as he retreated from your skirt and sat back on his knees. 

"I have bad news, would you like to hear it in person or on the phone?"

"On the phone is fine, I'm here with Elias if you want to speak to the both of us."

"Yeah, put the phone on speaker." 

You followed her instruction and Elias stood up to be closer to the mic. 

"Yumiko."

"Elias. There's been a situation, the mission that Jordan, Tina and Eliza went on went poorly."

"Shit, what happened?" Elias breathed as his eyes went to yours. Whatever playful and sexual mood was in the room promptly dissolved and your brows furrowed. 

"It was a trap by Deimos, there was an explosion rigged to go off. Eliza's in critical care, she's in a coma. Jordans banged up and real right pissed."

"Nothing keeps him down." You mumbled and Yumiko let out a sound. 

"They found Harry in his office. He was shot by Deimos."

"What?" Your mouth gaped and your eyes locked on with Elias's. A cold shiver ran through your body.

"Harry's dead?" He asked for confirmation. 

"Yeah." Her voice was strong but had an edge to it, she was feeling the loss. 

"What about Cav?" 

"She's okay, she got out far faster than anyone else. Everyone else there managed to get out just fine. It was just the two of them."

"Fuck."

"We'll come back to base." Elias spoke. "Back into the country."

"You two don't have to- I know you're on break."

"I don't think either of us can enjoy a break at a moment like this. We want to help, we're at your disposal." You nodded towards Elias. 

"I'll make arrangements then. Thank you, both of you."

The call ended and you let out a breath. "He's gone, just like that. Fuck." You combed a hand through your hair. "I-I'm going to go take a shower."

"Come here." It didn't take long for you to accept his embrace, it was like a second nature. "We'll get him. I promise."

[angelaiswriting]

The Contest (1 of 7) | some R6S guys x fem!reader

✏️ Pairing: Bandit / Blitz / Glaz / Jäger / Tachanka x fem!reader

✏️ Summary: Dominic Brunsmeier can’t keep his goddamn mouth shut when it comes to eating pussy, and that’s how Y/N found herself being drafted to be the judge of this pussy-eating contest. (Straight out of a dream @kind-wolf​ had)

✏️ A/N: I... ehm, am a hoe, whoops 🙊 y’all, enjoy! Thank you, Alice, for always having great dreams and for letting me write about this. 🥰 The first actual part is coming soon, I just want to write a bit more of part four to avoid dishing everything out now and making you wait for the rest.

✏️ Warnings: nothing yet, but still 18+ only for sexual themes (oral sex f/r) being discussed.

✏️ Word-count: 1,937

✏️ The links to the other parts are in the masterlist linked in my bio.

THE CONTEST  |  >> part two: elias >>

When Y/N entered the lounge room, the conversation was already flowing and as she was already tired from the testosterone-filled day spent at the practically almost empty base, she didn’t make much of an effort to join it. She simply reached the alcohol cabinet, poured herself some whiskey, and sat down in one of the empty armchairs, ready to allow her drink and her friends’ voices in the background to fully relax her.

The day she had ahead was another one of those boring days. She was base-bound for the time being: other teams had been sent on various missions and only a bunch of operators had been left behind “on hold”. It wasn’t that bad: it meant having some days off, but those days often felt way too long and their emptiness brought up a heavy boredom she didn’t always know how to banish.

Her head had just leaned back against the cool faux leather of the armchair when her ears picked up bits of the conversation the boys were having and her eyebrows furrowed.

“Eating pussy is not a hobby,” Glaz was saying matter-of-factly.

Y/N’s eyes shot open, and the sip of whiskey that was halfway down her throat almost choked her.

“That’s something someone who doesn’t know how to eat pussy would say,” was Dominic’s reply. His eyebrows were knitted together and his lips almost pursed in disbelief at what his friend had just said. But then, when his gaze swept over and settled on Y/N, sitting right opposite him with the low coffee table separating them, his expression relaxed and his free hand, the one not holding his beer, came up to stroke his beard. “Have you ever eaten pussy so good you start considering learning how to breathe out of your ears?” he said and although he wasn’t talking directly to her, he was talking about her. He had told her just that a couple of weeks ago; he had groaned those words right against the chafed and tender skin of her inner thighs as she was still shivering with the aftershocks of her umpteenth orgasm, and she had breathlessly chuckled out loud at the mental picture that concept had painted in her mind.

At that, Marius laughed, a sound right from deep down his throat as Elias coughed in the attempt not to choke on his own drink. “You know no discretion.”

“Of course not! This motherfucker just said eating pussy can’t be considered a hobby!” Burning with disbelief, Dominic took a long sip of his beer and as he did so, he settled better in his armchair and allowed his ankles to cross as he rested his feet on the coffee table. “You learn how to eat delicious, juicy pussy, Glazkov,” he continued, the corners of his mouth curling upwards, “and then we’ll see if you still don’t change your mind.”

Timur groaned something in Russian and Alex cackled next to him. “I already know how to eat pussy, Christ. I bet I’m even better than you at it. You’re just boasting, but it’s all smoke in the eyes.”

Alexsandr proclaimed his agreement with a raise of his drink and before Dominic had the time to speak again, Y/N intervened, hoping to put an end to the discussion.

“Are you guys really arguing about your oral skills?” she scoffed, pulling her knees closer as her head leaned back against the headrest of the armchair. “How old are you, fifteen?”

“Listen, you know I’m right.” Dominic’s insistence threatened to make her smile, but hiding it was easy behind the rim of her tumbler. “You have to get down eye-level with your woman’s pussy and give it your fucking best. If you don’t go down on her like that’s the best thing you’ll ever do in your days, then you better leave the room to the pro.”

“Who, you?” Marius scoffed, eyeing his friend up and down before rolling his eyes at his Well, yeah, of course.

“Oh, fuck off. What are you, the self-proclaimed Cunnilingus Lord?”

“I don’t see anyone else worthy of that title here, so yeah, sure.”

There was a sudden uproar of “You clearly haven’t seen my women with me between their legs,” and “I’m sure you don’t even know where the clit is,” until Glaz’s voice seemed to drown out the others.

“You’re so full of bullshit, Brunsmeier.”

“I won’t let a child with his mom’s milk still on his upper lip insult me!” And while everyone’s words felt heavy and tense in the silence of the base, they all knew it was just a way to tease each other in the vain attempt to liven things up in these days’ placidity. Maybe an impromptu fight was just what they needed to have some fun.

But then, as Timur and Dominic stared each other down, Y/N’s soft laughter catalyzed the men’s attention onto something else. “I can’t believe you’re really about to fight over this. Why don’t you just sit in a circle and jerk each other off? The tension in here is palpable. When was the last time y’all had an orgasm?” She smirked and when she turned and caught Alex’s almost-shocked facial expression, something she never thought she’d one day see at the mention of sex, she chuckled some more. “You should place bets, and then come back and see who’s actually the best. The winner wins the money and the title of Cunnilingus Lord.” It was a joke, one she didn’t think would have a follow-up.

Silence ensued, and she would swear she could hear their brains work at maximum capacity as they mulled over her words. She knew how filthy-mouthed and filthy-minded these men could be — and she had spent more time with them than she had ever done before the past week — but it was still somewhat surprising to catch them red-handed as they fought about who had it bigger — or, in this case, who ate pussy out the best.

“What about a contest?” was Alexsandr’s proposal. He was sitting with his legs spread open and his hands in-between them, still holding onto his shot glass.

Everyone seemed to agree on his proposal and for a moment, as they spoke their minds, Y/N let her eyes close once more: if they wanted to challenge each other to a stupid contest, let them. The peace didn’t last long, though, because at some point, just as she was contemplating a nice bath instead of a shower before hitting the sack, someone called her name, and her eyes shot open just in time to see Dominic’s mischievous grin before it disappeared for good.

“I was saying,” he spoke up again, voice slow and measured as his feet came to rest on the floor and his legs spread a little wider, catching her eye, “that you would make an excellent judge.”

“And a partial one,” complained Marius, to which Dominic complained with a But she loves getting head! “We all know you two spend more time in the same bed than you do in separate rooms.”

She scoffed at that, more annoyed at the thought that someone would think she’d make someone else win on purpose than she was at the fact that she had just been brought into such a game. “Just because I’ve seen his dick more than I’ve seen yours doesn’t mean I don’t know how to judge good oral skills.” She frowned.

“It’s settled then.” Timur was grinning and his eyes seemed to twinkle under the lights of the room. “We eat you out, and you proclaim the winner.”

“Slow down, I never said I’d participate in your silly game.”

“But you also didn’t seem that opposed to it a second ago,” Dominic remarked. He was smirking again, and she knew he had something in mind. “You make the rules, and drop out if things start getting uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, no hard feelings,” Elias smiled, trying to look more innocent than she knew he was. “We care about you; you know we’d never push anything that could cause you discomfort.”

She eyed them all, one after the other, pondering the pros and cons of having these five men’s faces between her legs and not because of some chokehold during training. She had no problem saying yes to Dominic — she had been saying yes to him for longer than she could actually recall, and he had never disappointed. But it still felt rather weird to know that while it was just sex and they weren’t exclusive, that man was okay with that. He knew how to be possessive, but he wasn’t exactly jealous, and although they had never talked about it, she had never thought of him as someone who would share so willingly.

Unless his ego was at stake, though, apparently.

“There won’t be any dick involved,” she decided eventually. “I don’t know about clothes yet, but if I say you must keep them on, you will keep them on, understood?”

There followed a chorus of Yes, Ma’am and although her body relaxed against the leather of her armchair, she found herself squeezing her thighs together.

“No toys allowed, but fingers are fair game,” she added. “Scratch that, their use is highly encouraged. We can do it anywhere you want as long as it’s somewhere private. But absolutely no exhibitionism: there’s only going to be me and one of you in the room at a time. Only one person in a day, for God’s sake, I have other things to do other than being the judge for your stupid game.”

“Deal,” was Elias and Timur’s rushed reply and they exchanged a look at the simultaneity of the action.

“I’m not done,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “I’d say the rule is only one orgasm per participant but if you’re good at it — and you’ll understand it from my reaction —, you have free reign to give me another.” It was a plain attempt at riling Dominic up because it had been clear, just a few moments ago, that he thought he was the best, la crème de la fucking crème when it came to giving head to a woman, and a sick part of her wished she could be able to challenge him that tad bit more. “I don’t care about the order you decide to follow, that’s your business. I’d just like for you to let me know at least the day prior, so that if I’m busy with something Rainbow, we can reschedule.” She sat back for a moment, thinking of something else to add, but she came up empty-ended. “Now, if you accept these rules, you’re in, otherwise forget about getting close to my pussy.”

They all agreed, and they all promised they’d be good boys and behave.

“What’s the final prize?” Alexsandr inquired after a while, almost absent-mindedly.

“The knowledge that the winner is the best in this room at eating pussy? I thought that would be enough,” she laughed. “You can bet real money, that’s your business. But,” and she stared right in Dominic’s eyes as she prepared herself for what was to leave her lips, “another go between my legs could be put up for grabs.”

Dominic’s That’s out of discussion! put the others’ exclamations of jubilee to silence. “You go down on her only once, you fuckers. That’s it.”

Her grin at his reaction only widened when Timur spoke up again.

“What are you worried about?” And then, to the others, barely holding back his laughter, “Maybe the expert isn’t really that great after all.”

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Kwxc for blitz

k : kink ;

power play (goes both way), and let’s be honest, he’s goofy as fuck and even sex is not an exception, he’ll playfully boop your nose or give a playful lick to any parts of your body.

w : wild card ;

when he came home in his elite uniform and performed a strip dance as you watched fro the couch, he’s feelings himself up and slowly peeling away the tight uniform.

x : x-ray ;

a little on a thinner side but makes up for it by the length and bulbous head, a few thin veins running along the shaft. 

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Seamus "Sledge" Cowden/Elias "Blitz" Kötz, Dominic "Bandit" Brunsmeier/Marius "Jäger" Streicher, Mark "Mute" Chandar/James "Smoke" Porter Characters: Elias "Blitz" Kötz, Marius "Jäger" Streicher, Dominic "Bandit" Brunsmeier, Jordan "Thermite" Trace, Julien "Rook" Nizan, Mark "Mute" Chandar, James "Smoke" Porter, Seamus "Sledge" Cowden Additional Tags: Halloween Costumes, Collars, Fluff and Smut, Mirror Sex, Dirty Talk, Crossdressing Summary: The ops get together to hold their annual Halloween party. It goes pretty much how’d you expect.

Featuring: Blitz pining from a distance, Jäger wearing Bandit’s jacket, and Mute in a bunny costume.

[angelaiswriting]

The Contest (2 of 7) | some R6s guys x fem!reader

✏️ Pairing: Blitz x fem!reader

✏️ Summary: Dominic Brunsmeier can’t keep his goddamn mouth shut when it comes to eating pussy, and that’s how Y/N finds herself being drafted to be the judge of this pussy-eating contest. Elias is the first to go. (Straight out of a dream @kind-wolf​ had)

✏️ A/N: I'm a bundle of nerves, but enjoy :’) the next part should be up on Sunday if my internet doesn’t die again.

✏️ Warnings: 18+ only (oral f/r, fingering)

✏️ Word-count: 2,868

✏️ The links to the other parts are in the masterlist linked in my bio.

<< part one: the contest <<  |  PART TWO: ELIAS  |  >> part three: timur >>

The boys had given her a full day to lucidly think things through and quit the contest if she so felt like, but the truth was, it was almost exhilarating to find herself in such a position. Dom had talked her through her doubts and when she had gone to bed the night after the agreement was made, she had felt a sort of relief she couldn’t exactly explain. They were all friends and while they were about to meet her in such an intimate situation, she knew they respected her enough not to bring the topic up again if that was what she wanted.

The first to go would be Elias and while, really, Y/N should have expected it, his warning message had come as a surprise last night. He hadn’t told her over the pizzas they had all shared in front of the huge flat screen of the common area, and she was grateful for that: she knew she would have spent the rest of the dinner thinking about inappropriate things or too lost in her own mind, and part of her thought he knew that, too.

But when morning finally came, the hours bled slowly one into the other as she waited for the afternoon to come. She had some papers to finish revising from tests Jäger had run over her gear and while she had tried to give them her best and focus all the attention she could muster into doing things right, the thought that she had somewhere to be later that day and the fact that her fuck buddy — as he had so politely reminded her — had put all his energies into teasing her had made the wait excruciating.

By the time Elias came to pick her up, she was staring at the file in her hands without actually seeing it, her mind worlds away from being in the present. It was just black symbols on white sheets of paper and she couldn’t seem to be able to decipher them for the life of her.

“Y/N?” Her name being called by him made her jolt in her seat and the pen she had balanced between her index and middle finger fell onto the table and almost rolled down to the floor. “If you’re still busy, I can wait,” he said, eyeing the scattered sheets of paper in front of her. She had taken up most of the table’s surface without even realizing so.

But she was quick at complaining, “No!” And while she didn’t say I’ve been waiting enough all day, he must have still read it in her eyes and in the abruptness of her movements as she stood up and quickly gathered her things. “I’m ready. I’m done here anyway,” she lied.

His room was strangely tidy when he led her inside. She had seen it a few times already — and not because she had ever slept with him, be it clear, although she had thought about it once or twice, before things had started moving between her and Dominic — and she knew how messy it could get in there, with clothes strewn over the back of a chair and pieces of equipment lying pretty much in all the most disparate places. And whether or not that stupid pussy-eating contest had given him the excuse he was waiting for to put everything in order and clean his dorm for once, she didn’t know but the squeeze in her heart could have been the right sign of how touched and how grateful she was for that.

“The guys and I thought our dorms would be the best place to, you know, do it,” he said as he quietly closed the door behind his back. “Or yours, if you wanna do it there. I didn’t think of asking…”

She shook her head and smiled at him. For some odd reason, the only man she’d bring up to her room for sex was Dominic, and even though she didn’t say that, there was this lingering feeling in her guts that they knew — whether because Dom had told them, or threatened them, or neither of those options. “Your rooms are fine. What you should do, though,” she smiled as she took a step closer to him, “is stop worrying and warm me up for it instead. I’ve never…”

“Yeah, it’s the first time for me as well,” he chuckled when her voice trailed off. He picked her up from behind her thighs and quickly moved over to his bed before kneeling on it. Her laughter ringed in his ear as her lips brushed right against his skin. “You said kissing and touching were okay. Is that rule still up?”

He had laid her down on the mattress, and her head seemed to sink for an inch into his pillows as she stared up at him, her legs still wrapped around his waist. She contemplated giving him an actual answer, but what better way than just cupping his face and bringing his lips to hers?

She had expected him to be hungry and playful, the way he had been once during one of the games they had all played, but he started off unhurriedly, with kisses that slowly transitioned from light to breathtaking, and before long, she felt him grinding against her. At first, she didn’t even fully realize it, lost as she was in the feel of his lips moving down her jaw and then her neck. His hands moved underneath her shirt, his thumbs pushing under the wire of her bra and teasing the underside of her breasts, and the unexpected coolness of his fingers made goosebumps erupt on her skin. It wasn’t the same tingling sensation she had when it was Dominic touching her like that, but it was still pleasant as it seemed to awaken her body for what was to come next.

But then she unexpectedly moaned, and he groaned in the crook of her neck, his hips pressing down harder against her. She tugged on his hair and pulled him up, and as they both found themselves panting for air, she stared him in the eye and, almost reluctantly, warned him to follow the rules, Elias: no cocks involved.

There was something mockingly sheepish in the smile that stretched across his lips, something that tugged at the corners of her lips as his rebellious idea burned bright in his playful eyes. But he still pushed up on all fours before his fingers came down to the buttons of her jeans. His actions were quick and as she watched him with her heart in her throat, her heartbeat pulsing there and in her stomach alike, her gaze moved lower down his body and noticed the obvious tent in his sweatpants.

She was throbbing, and breathing suddenly felt like a hard and unusual task as she tried to remind herself why she was in that position in the first place. But the contest felt a billion miles away now and as she had the time to realize that Dominic had spent the day teasing and building her up to possibly make things easier for her, Elias had already dragged her pants down her legs and was now fighting with her sneakers that had been caught in the way.

“Slow down,” she chuckled. Her breath was short and her cheeks burning under his gaze. “We have all the time you need. Don’t rush it if you wanna win.”

She watched him stop for a moment as he took a deep breath. His antsy fingers had finally managed to untie her shoelaces — to which she made a silent note in her head to not be found wearing them next time — and he grinned when her shoes came off, followed swiftly by her pants and underwear.

“I just don’t want to be caught in the middle of my meal by that angry troglodyte if he were to suddenly change his mind about this,” was his joke.

“Why do you worry about him? We’re just friends.” And, to answer the ironic look he gave her, “with benefits, okay. I haven’t changed my mind about this anyway,” she reassured him.

That seemed to ease his worries, even if for just a moment.

He pointed a finger at her shirt, then, almost as if he were silently asking for permission to take it off for her. She hadn’t discussed herself being naked the night of the agreement, she had just assumed it was a given, but it still felt almost sweet of him to wonder. Then, when she sat up to help him in the process, the coolness of his bedsheets would have made her squeeze her thighs together hadn’t he been in the way of her movements.

Her shirt came off without problems but in his excitement to get down to business between her legs, his fingers seemed to almost stiffen when they reached the clasp of her bra and it took him a moment to sort it out.

“Relax,” she murmured in his ear, hands sliding up his arms, left bare by his t-shirt, before planting a kiss on his cheek. “There’s no need to rush it, I told you.”

He seemed to relax at that, and his fingers trailed down along her spine and then back up before he pulled back and she removed her bra. It caused her to shiver, and goosebumps broke out again when he pressed a kiss right under her ear.

“Ignore the hickeys,” she groaned when she laid back down and his gaze settled on the lovebites Dominic had made sure to leave on the skin of her chest a couple of nights before.

“You two are animals,” was the chuckle he left on the side of her right breast before his lips moved over to her nipple.

It was sloppy and slow, different in a way, but surely not an unwelcome feeling. And although he followed the rules and didn’t spend too much time paying attention to her chest, but decided instead to let his kisses trail downward, for a moment a part of her wished she could will her brain to ask him to keep going. By the time he moved down her abdomen, she was already tingling.

Her breath was cut short, however, when he unexpectedly licked a stripe between her folds up to her clit and he groaned. She barely had the time to gasp out an I’m sure you’ve done worse things to answer the look he had given her, that he had already moved her legs so that her calves could rest on his shoulders.

“I would’ve never guessed you’d be this ecstatic to play this game,” he chuckled half a minute later, when he tilted his head up and his tongue was replaced by two of his fingers that made her toes curl. “Look at how wet you are.”

She had had that wet and almost uncomfortable feeling between her legs for a good part of the day, and Dominic had made sure things would go that way — from the way he had woken her up that morning with his lazy kisses on her neck, to all the dirty things he had spent his day moaning in her ears and that had made blood rush to her cheeks — and literally everywhere else in her body. It had kept her stomach in a grip up until this moment, as she tried to shift the focus of her attention onto something else, without success.

Elias hummed against her inner thigh just as the pad of one of his fingers brushed against that sweet spot inside her and the walls of her vagina clenched around them. Her head tilted back on the pillow and her back arched, and as her left hand came down to rest on his head in the attempt to push him back closer to her, she managed to gather her wits enough to speak. “Fingers are okay, but this is a pussy eating contest,” she moaned, back slightly arching as she tried to keep her eyes open enough to look down at him. “Don’t dumbly lose points this way, Kötz. But if you win, you’ll be free to finger me however long you like.”

When he answered back in German, she felt the vibrations of his chuckle right against her core — and probably even inside her, because when his tongue flicked her clit and it then replaced his fingers to dip inside her and scoop up her wetness, her senses seemed to zero in on the sound and the feel of his moaning.

The rhythm he set was slow, but the way he was literally eating her out was breathtaking. It made her lungs squeeze, in a way, and when he gave her clit a harsh suck, she jolted with a gasped-out whine falling from her lips, something halfway between a moan and a groan, a plea not to stop.

When he repositioned himself to lie down better, one of his arms wrapped itself underneath her thigh and two of his fingers were added back into the mix. Pads thick and slightly calloused, she felt herself stretch around them just enough for it to feel just right. Before she could pick up with her body, though, her hips bucked in an attempt to grind against his hand and face, and before long, her eyelids were drooping closed as she allowed herself to fully relax and enjoy the moment.

His tongue was hot against her, almost burning. Or maybe it was just her body as she tried to wrap her mind around the way he was suckling on her clit as his free hand came down on her abdomen to keep her from moving too much.

He didn’t come up for air once, almost taking Dominic’s joke from the other night to heart, and as the raging drumming of her heart and that pull she felt in her lungs seemed to expand until that was all she could focus on, she barely had the time to think that he was eating her out with a fervor that left her breathless, that his fingers brushed against that spot again and she lost it, came hard against his hand and his face.

Her eyes squeezed closed and her back arched — in the attempt to pull back or to push herself closer to his face, she truly didn’t know and she certainly didn’t care. His ministrations didn’t slow down: he kept on eating her out just as his fingers kept on lazily moving inside her.

She tried not to gasp for air, but when he flicked her clit and curled his fingers inside her teasingly, she couldn’t help it. She could feel the muscles in her inner thighs quiver and it took her a few moments to pick up on the fact that he was trying to pry her legs open to come up and sit back on his heels.

Lost as she was in the pleasure that had sparks going off behind her closed eyelids, she didn’t see the smug smile that stretched on his lips. She lay on his bed like a doll, barely even aware of the fact that she still had limbs attached and that she wasn’t just floating in the void of space, with her heart thundering in her ears and pulsing between her legs.

Her mind was still swimming in the haze of her orgasm when he settled between her legs — just to lick her once more this time, before he kissed his way up her body until he was eye-level with her.

“Will you open your eyes?” he wondered, planting a kiss on her lips as he kept the weight of his body off of hers by pushing into his elbows on either side of her head.

She hummed, but she was so breathless that the only sound she made was a low hmpf as her lips stretched lightly into a content smile. “In a bit, I’m too relaxed to move now.”

His chuckle made her smile turn a bit brighter, a bit more lively as she breathed out of her nose. “Was it good?”

Her “What a dumb question!” made him laugh as he plopped down beside her and his fingers traced absentminded patterns on the skin of her belly.

“This was a good start,” she said some ten minutes later, when her brain started working properly again and her head turned to the side on his pillow so that she could stare at him and at the proud grin he still had on his face. “I know I didn’t say it the other day, but the additional rule you should tell the others is, don’t boast about your attempt to among each other, okay? I don’t want horny dudes trying to outdo themselves just to win.”

His lower lip pushed out into a pout and his Partypooper made her chuckle for a moment. “At least I did good,” he smiled back a moment later and his almost childish happiness made her laugh as she managed out a Yeah, that you did.

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Elias | Blitz x fem!OC

✏️ Pairing: Blitz x fem!OC, Bandit & fem!OC

✏️ Summary: in which Lyudmyla officially meets Elias and realizes that opening up to him is not as difficult as it has always felt with everyone else. (Sparked by an idea by my lovely @kind-wolf​)

✏️ A/N: do I love writing sex? Yes. Do I love Elias Kötz? Absolutely! 11k+ words about Lyuda and him don’t make them justice, but I don’t want to bury y’all under too many words lol. This hasn’t been properly re-read yet. Ignore possible nonsense pls

✏️ Warnings: fluff between Lyuda and Dom + 18+ ONLY (oral f/r (mentions of m/r), protected and unprotected sex, kind of accidental semi-public sex (?), bad flirting, alcohol)

✏️ Word-count: 11,588 :)) my hand slipped

✏️ Translations: tesoro (Italian) = darling // lyubimaya (Russian) = love

>> Part Two: Lyudmyla (masterlist > rainbow six) >>

ELIAS

Despite it being ten in the morning, the Base was quiet when Lyudmyla left debriefing. It had been an easy mission, albeit exhausting — go in, rescue the hostages while simultaneously retrieving some intel, then take everyone to safety. Nothing she had never done before. Nothing compared to what we’re used to, Volkov would have said, back in Stepnoy. And yet, after having been awake for longer than she could remember, she couldn’t wait to hit the shower and then her bed.

“I’m meeting up with Sanya after lunch,” Timur said, throwing an arm around her shoulders and hissing when the movement didn’t sit well with his sore muscles.

She snorted before he had the chance to continue. “You’re going to lunch?” she asked, surprised, head whipping to the side so fast she almost got whiplash. Glaz looked just as tired as she and for a moment, she wished she could ease his exhaustion like he always lifted her spirits.

“You’re not?”

“I’m going to sleep for at least two days straight, Tima,” she laughed and a moment later, before he could say anything, she stood up on her toes and left a kiss on his stubbled cheek. “So tell Sanya and the guys I say hi and that I’ll see them again when I don’t feel like a zombie anymore, yes?”

He smiled and for a moment he stood there, just staring at her, one arm still around her shoulders. If asked, she wouldn’t be able to tell with complete certainty who was keeping the other standing when all they could think of was sitting — or better yet, lying — down and not getting up for as long as they could manage. But then he pulled her in for a quick good-bye hug before stepping away. “I’ll check up on you tonight, see if you’re awake enough to grab a bite at that new place you wanted to check out,” he said before snickering. “Unless Dominic steals you again, that is!”

He was gone before she could flip him off — jokingly, that is. Everything was light and easy between them, and between her and Dominic as well. She had bonded with the other operators back at the base in Stepnoy, when she had been a Spetsnaz agent and nothing more, and with some of her new colleagues as well, of course, but none of those people had ever felt like home, not like Tima and Dom did. They had her back and she had theirs and with Dominic most of all, it was like being children again, sneaking around with your dearest friend and causing mischief behind everyone’s back.

When she unlocked the door to her dorm room, twenty minutes or so later, there was a surprise waiting for her on her bed.

“Christ, Schatzi, you look like absolute shit!”

Caught by surprise by his words, Lyudmyla stopped in her tracks, magnetic card still in one hand as she stood in the doorframe. Then, when she came back to the present moment, something halfway between a chuckle and a sigh left her lips. “Thanks, love. It’s good to see you, too.”

The door closed behind her back with the soft click of the lock going back into place, and the weight of the mission and of the relief of being back home crashed down on her shoulders all at once. No more running around for a few weeks now; no more aiming at someone hundreds of yards away through the gunsight of her rifle; no more Lion to stand day and night. A sob almost bubbled up in her throat when the realization that she could now rest dawned down on her — sleep, a stroll around Hereford’s grounds, a jog through the park, fun times with her friends…

“I drew you a bath.”

“How the fuck did you get in here?” It was a halfhearted complaint, for she truly didn’t mind the man sneaking into her dorm. She spotted her baggage on the dresser to her right and realized that he was probably the one who had brought it there after she had forgotten to. For a split second, she contemplated taking out her dirty clothes to bring them to the laundry room but decided not to.

Drained as she was, she felt like she was moving in slow-motion, movements and sounds slowed down around her now that she was back to safety and had the time and space to just let go of everything. So, when Dominic grabbed her by her shoulders, she jolted in place, a gasp leaving her lips at that unexpected gesture.

“Are you okay?” was what he asked, eyebrows knitted together and head slightly tilted to the side as he stared at her — almost through her, for he knew she had a habit of keeping how she truly felt a goddamn secret. He waited for her reply to come but in vain. “Go take that bath before the water gets cold.”

“A shower would be quicker,” she complained as he steered her in the direction of the bathroom, hands on her shoulders.

He parroted her once before he tsked her. “Should’ve texted me that that was the plan. Hop into the tub, I’ll unpack your stuff.”

Exhausted or not, there was no complaining, not when Dominic set his mind on something. So, when he left her alone and the door ajar, she slowly stripped herself of the uniform she was still wearing and set first one foot and then the other into the warm water. She wondered how long ago he had drawn her that bath, but the thought came and went, for her body seemed to melt in the welcoming warmth that enveloped her the more she sank into it.

Allowing herself to relax for the first time in weeks, she let her head fall back and her eyes close. Not a sound reached the quiet confines of the bathroom but Dom’s rummaging silently through her things. She heard him move around her room, putting away some of the things she had brought back, before soft music started playing through the speakers of her TV.

She chuckled. He had a way of doing things… and she loved it — loved how caring and sweet this soldier was, even when she gave him a hard time to make up for the fact that he gave her a hard time. He had been just a text away for endless days, always ready to send back some stupid reply at whatever ungodly hour she managed to send a few words his way, and now that she was back, it was almost weird to realize that he had never changed, not even when she was battered blue and purple and could still feel the muzzle of that gun kissing her left temple.

At some point during her slow fall into deep relaxation, he pushed the door and her eyes shot open, stared at the anthracite gray of the wall tiles. Something about taking her dirty laundry away, and even though there was a Please, stay with me burning the tip of her tongue, she let him go.

There was silence for the first time in forever, then, the volume of the music so soft her ears could easily bypass it. She could hear her own breathing, though, slow and steady, and underneath that, the regular beating of her heart.

Russian operations had been worse, she tried to convince herself — and Spetsnaz training topped it all. The pain, the exhaustion, the humiliation… Nothing could compare and yet, she had been this close to leaving this world and although it had been just one of many, many times, she had seen Mira this time. Mira and that sweet smile of hers — and how she hadn’t seen her in forever as Lyuda always did anything in her power to stay away from Nizhny Novgorod and the house she had once lived in.

Ten-year-old Mira, smiling up at her big sister Lyuda as she got ready to leave with a uniform in her only luggage. Ten-year-old Mira and that Will you come home for Christmas? of hers that sometimes still plagued her, ten years after those words had been uttered. She had promised she would, but then her mother had let one of her usual malicious words leave her mouth a couple of weeks later and she had thrown the idea to the wind. She hadn’t come back for Christmas, nor to check up on her sister after the accident that took her sight away, and all because even the army had felt better than going back home.

Had she died seven days ago, she would have done so with guilt and remorse in her heart, and that wasn’t how she planned to leave this world. Not with Miroslava’s chocolate eyes full of hope staring at a Lyudmyla that would never be back.

Her back slid down along the wall of the tub and before she could realize it, her head was underwater, her eyes closed and her breath caught in her throat. She didn’t know what it was about this time, why it had struck her so much. Why she couldn’t shake off the cold kiss of a gun against her temple. She hadn’t run a real risk, she knew Timur had her back — Timur, and how good of a sniper he was. She had volunteered to act as a bait; she had found herself kneeling on the dusty ground because of a plan she had helped come up with. She had been in that position many a time, and she could see no reason why this one accident should take the crown.

“Lyuda?”

The sound of Dominic’s voice was muffled and almost distorted by the water, but it still managed to startle her, and as she jolted up to sitting and water sloshed out of the tub, she found herself gasping for air.

“What happened in Nairobi?”

She turned to look at him, and it still felt like moving underwater. Then, when she put him into focus, something seemed to click and the world went back to its usual speed — although a bit too quick when all she wanted to do was make up for lost time. “What?”

“I met Twitch in the laundry room when I dropped your things off,” he started, voice slow and measured. She could read it in his eyes — that accusation of sorts, and the more she stared, the more it seemed to make the droplets of water on her upper body burn her skin. “She said something about fearing Glazkov not being able to take you out of there in time.”

It was one thing to know she had a mother, back in Russia, that despised her job — hers, her ex-husband’s, her only living son’s — and that wanted another life for her, one that didn’t suit her, one that would never fit her. And it was another to have a hardened soldier stand in front of her, with his arms crossed against his chest and his eyes trying to burn the truth out of her — out of her reckless mind.

“Everything was under control,” she heard herself say with that confidence so typical of her. Nothing had been under control, not with Lion fearing for the hostages’ lives when there was nothing to fear, not yet. But she couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud, not when she was sure her friend had already grasped part of the truth.

He didn’t say anything for a long minute and as he stood there, almost towering over her despite being at the other end of the bathroom, Lyudmyla felt small and insignificant under that knowing gaze of his. Without uttering a word, he took a towel from a cabinet and laid it down on the floor next to her. “You know you don’t have to close off,” he said eventually. His hand was making the skin of her shoulder burn, or so was the sensation she felt, and that was what she focused on as she tried her best to avoid his gaze. “Not with me, there’s no need to. I’m always here for you if you need me.”

“I know,” but it was soft, faint, and she wondered if he had heard her before he left the room and a fresh change of clothes waiting for her on the counter by the sink.

When she walked back into her bedroom some time later, after she successfully scrubbed all the grime off her skin and out of her hair, she found Dominic waiting for her on her bed as he scrolled intently through Netflix in search of a title that could catch his attention. She didn’t say a word for long, endless minutes, but she knew he had heard her, that he knew she was right there. 

She didn’t exactly know why she hadn’t told him about that stupid plan as soon as she had had time to, and the only explanation she could come up with was that causing him to worry was truly the very last thing she wanted. And even more so when he was thousands of miles away, with more time on his hands than he knew how to occupy it all.

“It was the only sensible thing to do at that moment.” There was no need to justify herself, and surely not to someone who did her exact same job. Running risks was part of the job and it was foolish to think that nothing bad would ever happen — they handled real weapons, after all, not some cheap toys for children. “It had to be done if we wanted to collect the information RAINBOW wanted.”

Dominic shrugged his shoulders, his eyes still fixed on the TV screen hanging on the wall opposite her bed. “I have no doubt about that.” Just then, he seemed to settle on a title and he let the remote drop to his side as his head turned in her direction. “And I’m not here to judge whatever decision you and the others made back there. I want to know how you’re feeling, that’s all.”

He stretched his right hand out in her direction and she hesitated for a heartbeat or two before she walked away from the wall she had been leaning against. His hand was warm in hers, the skin of his palm roughened by callouses. It was a comforting touch and while she wasn’t a fan of touching people or of being touched, she realized now just how much she had missed being this close to him.

“You don’t have to say shit if you don’t want to,” he warned her, moving up on the bed so that he was sitting back against her pillows and she could cuddle against his side. “But if you do decide to talk about it, I don’t want to hear bullshit. It’s either the truth or nothing at all.”

It took her a while to move her head against his shoulder and stare up at him. She had been hardened by the military life she had been thrown into long before she had enlisted, and the prospect of opening up to someone physically pained her at times. There was also no lying to Dominic: he always somehow managed to see right through her shit and call her out on it.

“It isn’t for the threat itself,” she eventually sighed in defeat, eyes locking with his.

“You had your head underwater, Schatzi…”

She shook her head before repeating that It isn’t for the threat itself, with more conviction this time. “I have a sister, Mira, living back in Russia with my mother. I don’t know why I never talk about her,” she said when a look at his expression made her feel guilty for never telling him about her. Dominic was probably the one that knew her best, better than anyone else in the world, and although he might think he knew her better than the back of his hand, there were still secrets she had never disclosed, not even to him.

“Did you think of her?”

She shrugged. “I’ve been unjust with her, and never once made up for it. I haven’t seen her in almost ten years and I… miss her, I think.” A sigh, then, and after that, a long moment of silence.

He was playing with her still-damp hair and instead of playfully complaining about her getting his shirt wet, his lips remained sealed. “Why don’t you go back and visit her, then?” He frowned, and she could read his confusion in his eyes clearer than it was in his voice. “I could come with.”

Her head tilted back; it almost slid off his shoulder in her attempt to look at the ceiling instead of the possible new wave of accusation that might flash across his features. “She had an accident, ten years ago. I was eighteen and had just joined the army. It was my first time truly away from home, among people that didn’t know who the hell I was. Well, the majority of them, at least. My mother never wanted for me to truly enlist, and even more so after what happened to Vasya and Serzh, I told you all about this already. Mira had made me promise to go back for Christmas, but I couldn’t make it because of training, you know how these things are. It was October. I got a call from my mother in March, and I ignored it. Around the end of May, my dad visits my unit for military reasons and he tells me Mira’s had an accident, that she’s in a coma and has been for three months.”

“Her being in a coma wasn’t your fault, though.”

“No, but never visiting was. Never calling for the first two years, was. Running away from the idea of going back just to keep my pride intact, was, as well. There was nothing I could do, but I sure as hell could’ve done something.” She huffed, and then turned onto her back to rub her face with impatient hands. “I just wanted to run away. Away from my mother and everything Nizhny Novgorod, but I ended up being trapped in this mess anyway. We talk over the phone every once in a while but…”

“You’ve been at gunpoint in the past, and you’ve never thought of her that I know of. Why this sudden crisis?”

“I got a text in Nairobi,” she confessed. “My baby sister is inviting me to her wedding next year and while she knows I’m busy and most likely won’t be able to make it to her engagement party, she’s still inviting me over when I’m free to meet her fiancé and celebrate together.”

“And?”

“‘And’ what?”

“That’s not a bad thing. You should accept the invitation, meet your future brother-in-law, and enjoy your time with her. We could die at any given moment when we’re on a mission, so why spend so much time on spilled milk?”

She frowned and gaped at him for a moment, brain incapable of coming up with words. It sounded so easy on Dominic’s lips — fly back home, hug your sister, possibly apologize for being a terrified cunt ten years ago, and then go on with your life. Easy peasy. Right?

“You’re still in contact, ain’t you?” His voice brought her back to the present moment and when she moved her gaze to focus on him again, she found him staring at her with a smile and the remote back in his hand. “What do you fear? Repercussions? I’m sure she knows how you feel, or at least has an idea of it — you’re not that hard to read once one gets to know you. It’s your sister: she wouldn’t invite you to her wedding if she didn’t want you there.”

That made sense, and the more she turned that thought around in her mind, the more sense it made. “I’m not in the mood to talk about this now. Put on that movie.”

He didn’t move for a long minute, and she could feel his burning gaze on the side of her face as she sat back against her pillows, mirroring his position, and stared at the TV in front of her. In the silence of the room, she could hear his regular breathing — and then something else, something in the air between them that she couldn’t put her finger on and name, but it was that feeling that always overcame her when she closed herself off and he didn’t like it.

“Marius is throwing a party for his birthday on Saturday,” Dominic said after a while, some time into the film he had chosen and not long before she finally crashed out from exhaustion. “You’re invited as my plus one and you can’t say no. Consider it training for your sister’s invitations.”

*

It’s gonna be just us — that’s what Dominic had said, four days ago. It had taken him a lot of convincing and that prospect was what had bought her. She was on good terms with almost every one of her RAINBOW colleagues, but she wasn’t one to mingle too much. She felt better off in small groups, just a few people at a time, nothing too overwhelming; she wasn’t one for crowds. So when she walked into the bar, fully expecting to find the German team and maybe a few other operators, she found herself being a deer caught in headlights, taken aback by the amount of people Jäger must know and that he had invited to his party of sorts.

“I was starting to think you had blown me off!” Dominic elbowed his way through the people present and pulled her into a side hug, a bottle of beer in the hand that wasn’t squeezing her shoulder. A huge grin on his face, his eyes seemed to twinkle under the slightly-dimmed lights of the place.

“And I thought it would be ‘just us’,” she groaned back, grabbing a hold of his beer to steal a sip. Beer wasn’t her favorite, but so wasn’t water, and she knew how to settle for the lesser evil.

He shrugged, guilt burning bright in his amused expression. “Oh, c’mon, babe! You’ve been away for endless days,” he slurred, head bowing down closer to her just so that he could look at her from underneath his lashes, in that childish way of trying and getting things done his way that he never missed a chance to sport. “Left poor me to live with the boredom of the Base alone, when almost everybody was away. Grant me this one?”

It was impossible to stay impassible when Dom was around. Whether you wanted it or not, he always managed to find a way to put a smile on your face. And more than that, it truly warmed her heart, the way he always tried with her — to lift her spirits, to take her out of her shell, to give everyone he cared about a good time… So she smiled. Instead of groaning or rolling her eyes — which she tried to do for a moment, there was no denying that —, she gave him a lopsided grin before caving in. “I’ll leave at some point, though. I’m still exhausted, my body is a whole ache.”

“None of that bullshit,” he shook his head as he led her to the side of the room Marius had rented for the night. “I know you had a Thai massage earlier today.”

She snorted at that and for good measure, she gave him a look, just before being greeted by the birthday boy himself. “I’ll book an appointment for you, then. I’m sure Tachanka will be more than happy to practice his rough skills on someone new. I’ll let you decide how Thai that massage is.”

Then, before he had the chance to process the fact that her masseur was a giant of a man or even just to say a word, Marius pulled her into a tight hug and she wished him a hundred more of these days. They had never truly bonded — they had never been assigned on a mission together, and those were the occasions she used to get to know people better. If she didn’t see how they fought and worked, then she didn’t have the chance to form an impression about someone. And aside from Dom, she had never worked with the Germans.

“I’m glad you could make it!” Marius had taken her towards a booth and had made her sit, and when her friend joined them with a new beer for her, she found herself being squished between the latter and Blitz. “This motherfucker’s always talking about you and how good of a drinking partner you are, but he never shared before.”

She chuckled. “Yeah, and it’s usually not beer,” she smirked, taking a sip from her bottle.

Ten minutes into the party, and she had already been introduced to Marius’ civil British friends and to some of the RAINBOW operators she didn’t know that well, Elias Kötz included. She had seen him around already, and for obvious reasons, just as she knew his codename was Blitz. And that he was the freak with the freaky shield she had always wanted to see in action but never had the chance to.

He seemed like a nice man, and while Dominic never downplayed anyone, he had never portrayed his friend as such a fun person. He knew more jokes than she could recall and some time later, deeper into the drinking games, when the alcohol started making her forget her English, she even found out he spoke Russian — and that he was very good at it.

“What part of Russia have you been to?” she found herself asking at some point, the party now completely forgotten just as she was unaware of Dominic staring at her — and at his friend and colleague — with a smirk on his face from some meters away. “I can’t pinpoint your accent.”

Blitz — Elias, he had insisted for her to call him by his name — seemed to blush just before he brought his beer to his lips to hide that satisfied smile of his. “I’ve never been,” he shrugged. “I had a girlfriend during my second year of high school, she was from Ekaterinburg. We ended up breaking up during summer break, but I found some people that could help me with the language and I didn’t say no to that chance. I knew it would be useful one day.”

And maybe it was the vodka in her system — and in his as well — but she found that blood flowed quickly to her cheeks under the smile he sent her way. He was a pretty sight, for sore eyes and all that, and she wasn’t one to be sheepish around men, whether she was drinking or not. Hell, there had been two guys back in Stepnoy with which she had done things that would make her own father’s face turn beetroot red! This man flirting — or trying to — with her shouldn’t be anything new. Nonetheless, she found herself staring down at the table, stomach squeezing and fingertips tingling.

“Useful, you say?” The right corner of her lips turned upward into an almost-trembling smirk as she tried her best not to chuckle. “Did you have any chance with some Russian these days?”

He let out a long ehh and he shrugged his shoulders, eyes gazing up at the ceiling as his own smirk risked giving its place to full laughter. “There’s this one woman, very pretty. She’s my homie’s homie apparently. As Marius said, Dom doesn’t share much, but I’m sure you’ve seen her around Hereford. On the short side, shoulder-length hair, doesn’t open up much, amazing shooter on the long distance…”

At those words, and at the badly-contained amusement in his expression, she couldn’t help but laugh — and almost choke on her shot. She had lost count of how many pickles and how many drinks she had had by now, but it didn’t matter, not when she was feeling that nice warmth inside. “First off, she’s not on the ‘short side,’ try again.” She nudged his thigh with her knee and they both chuckled, by now badly sitting up straight on the leather bench of the booth. “Second off, she does open up… with those she feels comfortable around.”

He chuckled at her grin, and then at the way she chomped on that pickle, grinning with both eyes and lips. “She sounds like a really interesting person, maybe you could help me out a bit with her.”

Neither of them knew how her hand ended up moving over his, nor how the fingers of his other hand ended up touching her cheek. All Lyudmyla knew was that she ended up staying much longer than she had planned to — and she didn’t regret it at all.

*

When she woke up the next day, she had her head squished into the pillow and it took her disoriented brain a full five minutes to pick up the light snoring coming from next to her. There wasn’t much she remembered about the night before — Sanya had driven her to that club before heading to his own date, and then Dominic had tried his puppy dog eyes on her. She did remember making out in the restroom with Elias, though, and she found herself suppressing giggles as that tingling sensation in her lips came back.

Then, the more she woke up, the more her ears seemed to focus on the sound of the person sleeping next to her. When she turned around, she almost expected to find a sleeping Blitz by her side, but it was a relief to be proved wrong, for once, and to be met by Dominic snoring with his face turned towards her, one hand on his chest and the other underneath his pillow.

She stared at him for a long moment, almost in the attempt of memorizing the lines of his face for the umpteenth time. He hadn’t shaved in days, and the stubble he had sported when she came back on Tuesday had grown longer. His expression was peaceful, the expression lines on his face fully relaxed, and she had to resist the impulse of extending a hand out to poke one of his cheeks.

Bringing the night’s events back to memory proved to be a tough thing, hindered by the dull headache pounding inside her skull, but she was fairly sure there had been endless German in the car, and then Marius’ voice wishing her sweet dreams, probably right after he dropped both her and Dominic in the latter’s room. For a moment, as she splashed cold water on her face in her friend’s bathroom, she wondered why and it was only after a quick shower that she realized the reason must have to do with her door pad and a key (or a code) these people didn’t have.

“Such a pretty view when I have such an insisting headache,” was the groggy voice that welcomed her when she walked back into the room, hair still wet and dripping water on the shirt she had worn the night before. “Not that I’m complaining, but what the hell are you doing in my room?” he asked, rubbing his eyes as he tried to shake the sleep off of his system.

She chuckled at him and before she spoke a word, she threw a blister of ibuprofen she had found in the cabinet behind his mirror at him. “I sneaked in here to have fun at the expenses of drunk you, that’s what.” But she walked up to him, took the bottle of water on his bedside table, and opened it to smell if its contents were still any good to be drunk. “Pop a pill, big boy,” she smiled, handing him the bottle. “And when you’re feeling like a bull again, remind me to never come to a party with you again.”

“C’mon, you had fun, I saw you and Eli ‘opening up’,” he snickered, but she was already flipping him off as she left his room.

The mess hall was empty when she crossed it, her objective being the kitchens behind the door at the opposite side from the one she had come in. She could only think of coffee — and then of some more vodka, she wouldn’t say no to that; she just needed Sanya or Tima hiding with their alcohol in the kitchens and she would have a blast of a morning. But when she walked in, it was German the first thing she heard — amused German as someone seemed to be making fun of someone else.

“Hi,” she smiled, stopping in her tracks when she spotted Marius and Elias playing with forks as though they were tiny swords of sorts. “I will only ask if you left any coffee for another hangover person.”

“It’s not what it looks like,” Marius chuckled, massaging the spot where his friend’s fork had hit the back of his hand.

He said something else, but Lyudmyla was back to feeling like a teenager for the first time in a while and she didn’t hear a word. Elias was pouring her a cup of coffee — not as hot anymore by now, but she had had far worse in Russia, so she wouldn’t complain — and she tried to hide a smile at the memory of last night’s kissing. His kisses had been so soft and demanding at the same time, she found herself remembering, and they had giggled against each other’s lips like some school kids at something either of them had said.

“How’re you holding up?” he asked her, fingers brushing against hers when he passed her the mug.

She smirked in amusement, and her eyebrows rose almost comically as she stared into the blue of his eyes. “I’ve had worse,” she confessed. Then, when she turned around, she barely had the time to take in Jäger’s indecipherable expression as he stared at them, that she was talking again. “If you two are in the mood for a late breakfast, I’ve been dying to try out this new place downtown.”

“Count me in!” came Dominic’s booming and unexpected reply as he strode into the room, clothes still crumpled after he had slept in them all night. Then, as she turned around to check in with Elias, came Dom’s whiny What? at the slap Marius gave his arm and that neither of the other two present in the room had the chance to see.

“Unfortunately I’ll have to turn your offer down, Lyuda,” Marius smiled. “I have a device evaluation in a bit that I really can’t postpone. I will say yes to another day, though, if you’ll have me.” Then, when she nodded happily, he went on. “Thank you for coming to the party yesterday, I’m glad we could get to know each other better. Dom was right about you.”

*

Lyudmyla was still thinking about Jäger’s Dom was right about you when they left the diner she had wanted to check out for a good two months now — the verdict: nothing special on the outside, but the food was delicious. She had even met up with Timur after changing her clothes before leaving the Base, but he had turned down her offer as well, adducing something about Sanya and ‘an embarrassing injury’ whose details he hadn’t disclosed.

She tried to understand what those words could be about, what exactly Dominic had told them about her — knowing him, probably a big, smoking pile of bullshit — but she couldn’t come up with anything. A good impression, that’s what she hoped that was: Emmanuelle had thought her to be a bitch before she got to know her better, and all because she didn’t socialize much with the others. She knew she could come off as haughty, but she was anything but with Bandit.

Not that I care about what people think of me — but the truth was, deep down, she did.

“I’m full like an egg,” Dominic complained, sitting back on the park bench they had called for themselves. Hands on his stomach, Lyuda knew he was puffing it out on purpose to make her laugh, and she was doing her best not to just to see where his attempts would go. “You’re quiet, Schatzi. What are you thinking about?”

“What the best way to shut you up is,” intervened Elias, and she found herself absentmindedly chuckling at those words.

Eyes set on two dogs playing with their owner not far from them, she just enjoyed the quiet — or as much of it as she could have with Dominic’s never-ending babbling. For the first time in God knew how long, she was comfortable, sitting there with her best friend and then another guy she didn’t know that well, but that, for one, she found interesting and for two, she had spent the night making out with in some not-so-clean restroom. It was out of the ordinary, but it was a good feeling, one she found herself basking in.

“Or maybe she’s just a bit uncomfortable because you’re here, as well.”

“Oh, eat shit, Nic,” she laughed, just to then lean her head on his shoulder for a moment, before taking one of his hands in hers, a You know I love you chuckled softly against the leather of his jacket. “Maybe, but it’s just a hypothesis, I’m not that well-rested, since I had to sleep next to a snoring you.”

“I don’t snore.”

“Of course, you do!” and she turned to smile at Elias when they both said it at the same time.

He gaped for a moment before he frowned. “Fine, maybe I do. A bit,” he groaned. “Sometimes.”

Then, before any of them had the time to drag the joke out a little longer, Dominic’s phone rang and after an insistent call with Marius, that motherfucker, he was forced to leave. It had taken plenty of convincing, or so it had seemed, before Dominic finally stood up with a grunt and complained under his breath. That Everything’s alright? of hers was met by a huff and then a sigh, and eventually by a smile and a nod of the head on her friend’s part, before he patted her cheek twice and said his good-byes.

“Should we follow him?” she asked as she stared at Dominic’s silhouette disappearing behind the cars in the parking lot at the entrance of the park. He seemed to stomp his feet even from that distance, and she wondered what Jäger could have said to make him act like a child.

“Nah, we can go for a walk of our own.”

And before she could reply, he had her hand in his and they were strolling along the pathway, passing by a bunch of kids playing on the slide as their mothers chatted together.

“You know, he really loves you.”

Lost in her thoughts, and in the way Elias’ hand seemed to envelop hers and make it disappear, she hummed, eyebrows furrowed when she turned her head to stare at him.

“Dominic,” he explained. “He’s always bringing you up. We could be doing anything and he would go Lyuda this or Lyuda that,” he chuckled. “I don’t know what you’ve done, but you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. He really loves you,” he repeated, just to be met by her laughter.

“Oh no,” she shook her head and inadvertently tugged on his arm as she walked up some steps. “No, we don’t do love. We’re just really good friends, that’s all. I’ll confess that we did some things in the past, but we’re not into each other like that. I have his back no matter what, and he has mine. We fuck around, but we don’t fuck around. He’s the best friend I’ve ever had.” She was grinning, and when she turned around to gaze at him, standing three steps below her, she found him staring at her with a soft smile on his face that almost made her blush. “And don’t tell him, but when he’s drunk and in a particularly good mood, he’ll say I’m his best friend as well. Not a ‘homie’, a ‘best friend’.”

And that made him chuckle. It was a nice sound, and she found herself holding her breath for a couple of seconds as she watched and listened to him. She didn’t do love, but maybe — just maybe — she could do him.

“You’re like his best-kept secret,” he confessed after a while, walking up until he was on her same step before they both proceeded forward. “He’s always babbling and babbling, just like a kid, but if you ask him something, he’s all Not your business, stay away from her. I didn’t expect for him to invite you to Marius’ birthday party, but I’m glad he did.”

“I didn’t expect to accept his invitation, either.”

“How did he convince you?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Well, if we’re walking back to the Base, I have quite a bit of free time,” he grinned.

*

It was a week later when it first happened. Her mother would call her names — she’d call her worse things if she knew her daughter had been on her knees with a man down her throat just less than twenty-four hours after getting close to him —, but it didn’t seem to matter when he seemed to be on her same page.

“I fucking hate that bitch,” Lyudmyla groaned out, a moment before Elias managed to tear a moan from her.

He had a skilled mouth — and his fingers felt… like fucking heaven, she wouldn’t lie, but at the same time the night had started on the wrong foot and now she couldn’t zone out and focus on him only. Lain between her legs, he was going down on her like only few ever truly did and although she could feel him — and enjoy the things he did —, she couldn’t erase the noise of the world around them.

His chuckle distracted her, though, and when it became even clearer that she was too worked up over something that had happened, he slowly moved up her body while his right hand kept on lazily fingering her. “What happened, Myla?” he whispered against her neck before peppering kisses over her warm skin. He was the only one that called her that. She was Lyuda or Lyudka; Tima called her ptichka, for he sometimes painted little birds for her, and at home she was Lyudochka. However, Elias called her Myla and although they had truly been in each other’s lives for a little over a week, she loved that already.

But right now, she could feel him against her thigh, through the microfiber of the towel he had wrapped around his hips, and although her blood was boiling in her veins, her body still arched up against him. “That fucking bitch,” and she gasped when his fingers brushed across a sensitive spot inside her, “thinks she can make salty puns about me. Call me —” another gasp — “Russian Ice Queen just because I— God.”

One hand cupped the back of his head, while the fingers of the other gripped his hip and if it weren’t for that towel, he’d have the crescent-moon shapes of her nails marked into his flesh. “‘Just because you’ what?”

But she was too close to her climax to think straight, and that thumb of his toying with her clit didn’t help her cause. Her toes curled and for a split second, as she spat out Monika’s name as though it were venom and added an insult for good measure, the only thing she could think about was tearing both her shirt and her bra off her body and riding Elias into the next morning.

“Myla, you’re too smart to let her get to you.”

He hid his face in the crook of her neck when she came. Her back arched and her fingertips pressed into his flesh, and he suckled on a hickey right on her pulse point until she came down from her high. His damp hair tickled her cheek, but it was the gentle rocking of his hips against her thigh that brought her back to the reality of his room.

When she opened her eyes, a minute later, and made the conscious attempt of trying to calm her panting down, she found him propped up on an elbow gazing down at her. His fingers were still gently circling her clit and, barely aware of the whiny whimpers that fell from her lips, their touches — and the orgasm they had provided — had completely wiped her brain clean.

Her hand came up and although it was still trembling, her grip on the back of his neck was firm when she pulled him down to kiss him. “Fuck me,” she whispered then, lips moving right against his, eyes staring directly into his.

He was so beautiful, she found herself noticing. So beautiful and yet, still rugged around the edges, and the longer she held his gaze, the more she felt herself falling for those eyes of his that always seemed to speak louder than words.

“‘Fuck you’?” he chuckled as he helped her up to sitting and made quick work of removing the clothes that still covered her upper body. “I’m going to make you forget all about Monika and her words for a few hours,” was the groan that followed, quickly followed by that hungry kiss that almost made her eyes roll into her skull as he laid her back down.

Good God, she felt herself burn — on fire probably didn’t even come close to describe the feeling. His hands were insistent on her body as he kissed her sanity away, and he grunted and huffed from his nose when he pushed his hands underneath her buttcheeks and pressed himself against her.

She gasped when she felt him nudged against her throbbing core, through his towel, and her hips bucked up against his. Breathless, deafened by the pounding of her heart in her ears, she couldn’t hear the lewd things he was groaning against her skin as he kissed her neck, and then down her collarbones and between her breasts before he pushed up on his knees again. Her eyes remained fixed on his, for she knew that if she let her gaze wander lower down, she wouldn’t be able to be as still as he wanted her.

“But first I’m going to make you come,” he smirked, making her move up the bed a bit as he lay down on his stomach between her legs. “Again.”

The whine that came up her throat when he licked up between her folds made her skin tingle, but it was that groan of his as she tugged on his hair that made her moan.

Lyudmyla had always been used to quickies more than anything else — a quick fuck in the common showers after training, or in the back of a truck, or behind one of the buildings back at the base in Stepnoy. And she had never minded, not even once, because while the time spent off-mission could get boring at times, there was always something to do. But the sounds that left Elias’ lips… Bozhe, she would go insane in his room, doing any kind of stuff with him, really, because his grunts and his moans — God, his whines of pleasure — tugged at her skin and at her heart, at her fucking core, and she could never seem to get enough of him.

He made sure to moan against her every time he went down on her — eleven times in the past seven days, two of which only that night — and really, it was as though he knew the effect he had on her, how much more quickly pleasure crept up on her when he was vocal. Two of his fingers pushed into her at once, then, and as she tugged almost a bit too harshly on his hair again, his eyes peered up at her and she read his smirk in them more than she felt it around her clit.

Her thighs tensed, and she huffed out a fuck when her head fell back and her sight set on the ceiling of his room. Fuck — she desperately wanted to be loud for once, because those two fingers of his curling up inside her and brushing against all the right spots made her insides twist and knot, her breathing grow quicker and labored. And before she knew she was close, her thighs tensed on the sides of his head and her back arched almost painfully as she came again, this time a bit more intensely, as her system seemed to reboot and the air got trapped in her lungs.

Lyudmyla did have men between the moment she and Dominic had stopped going down on each other and the moment she had found herself on his knees with Elias’ cock in her mouth, last Sunday, and during that year time in-between, she had considered her best friend to be the best oral she had ever had — and that she would probably have. But as she tried to slow down her heart, close as it was to going off inside her chest, and to even out that same breathing she had lost all control over, she found herself thinking that nobody even came close to this man that had managed to make her open up like no other.

“You still with me?” he mumbled against her breasts, before he took a nipple in his mouth and suckled gently, tearing yet another moan from her. She almost twitched when he patted her clit once to grab her attention, and the chuckle he let out made her skin crawl as she whined, eyes still closed shut. “Myla,” was the hum that followed, and the way he drawled out the first syllable made her smile and exhale loudly from her nose as she tried not to giggle.

“Yeah,” she panted, hands coming up blindly in search of his sides. “Yeah.”

“I’m going to go down on you again,” he said, and the seriousness in his voice made her eyes blink open all of a sudden. His upper lip was glistening in the warm light of the lamps on either side of his bed, and she found that if only she had the strength to, she would prop herself up on her elbows and lick her juices off of it. “That’s right,” he smirked when he realized he had her full attention. “I’m going to eat this pussy out again,” and he punctuated his intentions by moving an arm back between their bodies and tracing her opening with his calloused fingers. “And then —” he kissed her — “I’m going to fuck you into this mattress.” The heel of his hand pressed against her clit and she gasped. “Is that alright with you?”

He’d stop if she said no — she could read it in his eyes, behind the firm tone of his voice. They had never talked about boundaries and invalicable limits: things weren’t serious between them despite the considerable amount of time they had spent between each other’s legs in the past few days. But as she looked up in his eyes, she knew that was how things would go.

“That’s very tempting,” she answered honestly, but she also felt that if he were to go down on her again, right now, she would break in the best way and she’d never be able to leave his room before someone — Dominic or Tima — went looking for her. “But,” and she tugged at his towel so that it would come loose and she could throw it to her left and discard it once and for all, “I want this.”

He was hard in her hand, and the protruding vein on his underside called for her thumb.

“Please.”

His smirk turned into a grin and then into a chuckle, and his head bowed down until he could playfully nip at the tender skin of her neck. “How do you want it?” he asked; his hips unexpectedly bucked in her hand and she gasped out a moan. “Slow and sensual?” He kissed the side of her breast. “Or fast and hard?”

Lyudmyla swore she could feel her heartbeat everywhere in her body, deafening her again, making her breathe out burning hot hair from her nostrils as she stared up at him and thought of all the ways she wanted to have this man. “Fast and hard,” she panted out. “I don’t want to feel anything else.”

He pulled up on his knees, and the smirk was back on his lips when he reached out for the bedside table to her right to fetch a condom from a drawer. “How are we doing this?” he asked as he rolled the latex down on his erection, not once taking his eyes off of her, intent as she was, staring at his hand wrapped around his cock. “No strings attached?”

“No strings attached,” she whispered back, spreading her legs for him as one of her hands reached down between them. And while ‘no feelings attached’ sounded just fine at the moment, with time she would find out that that suit would grow too tight on her.

*

She had been assigned to a five-week mission — the duration could change depending on how things would go, of course, but by the looks of it, it was clear to all of them that it would be time consuming any way it went. If anything, she had worked with Bandit and Tachanka more times than she could recall, and she had trained plenty of time with Maestro, during simulations. The fact that Blitz was the only attacker had unsettled him at first, even though the one they would be leaving for very soon was a defensive mission, but she had seen Lady double as an attacker had partially eased his doubts — jack-of-all-trades-style, the Italian used to say.

“There are men here ready to get us in,” Bandit was saying, pointing at a point in the map that looked like the perfect place to fall into a trap. That was the unsettling thing, walking at the bottom of a canyon with people up there that could shoot them like targets at a funfair. “We all know how to kill, our positions in the organization are merely a formality.”

“If we follow this plan, though, we’ll be in the open. This Trojan horse mode won’t work. It’s not that I don’t trust you,” Blitz clarified, “it’s just that I’d rather us be more than just five.”

Lyudmyla sat back against her chair, tired out of her mind after the round after round of simulations they had just come out of. “We’d all like that,” she sighed. “I’d rather be in the belly of a carcass than do this undercover bullshit,” and she answered to Sanya’s glare with a glare of her own. “But this is easier than it may seem, you just have to play the part. Being a mercenary isn’t that hard: there’s always someone out there ready to pay for you, just as there’s always someone out there ready to be bought. RAINBOW has money to throw into this plan, and we have the expertise these people are looking to buy. We go, we play whores, and if anything goes wrong, we have our green card out.”

“What you seem to forget,” Elias rebutted, “is that we’re not mercenaries.”

She exchanged a look with Alexsandr, who tried to suppress a smirk at the other end of the table with the holographic plan of the map, and then turned towards Dominic. “Bandit worked undercover. Tachanka took part in some… sketchy missions in Russia, I’d dare say. My brigade has done things, as well. If there’s one thing Spetsnaz selections taught me, is that even those who look incorruptible bend the knee in front of the prospect of money.”

“The lady is right,” Adriano intervened.

“Watch your mouth, M,” she glared, but there was a smile on both of their lips.

“I mean it with the utmost respect, tesoro.” He turned back to Elias, then. “We’d still be doing our job, just… on the other side of the barricade. These people don’t know what RAINBOW agents look like. In their eyes we,” and he pointed his gaze on each of them, “are just more men they can use. They’ll have no reason to have doubts about us if we are the ones bringing in the Governor with handcuffs on his wrists and a gun pointed at his head. Then, when they’re dead or in shackles, we’ll take the Gov back out and to safety. Easy peasy.”

Lyudmyla was still thinking about Adriano’s words two hours later, when she left the training gym smelling like the body wash she had stolen from Sanya. She still had no idea how Six had managed to convince the Governor to play this scheme, nor what strings he had moved to even come up with the plan in the first place. And as she walked towards the firing range, shielded by the late-April rain, she decided she didn’t want to know. She was there to do her job, not to ask questions. She had committed the mistake of asking Volkov questions, the first time her Commander had sold her services as part of a mission, and she had learned not to fall for the same mistake again.

The shooting range was loud when the door closed itself behind her back. Shots ricocheted off the walls, although deadened by the partitioning wall that separated the actual range from the corridor of the control booth that led down to the armory.

She wanted to see Elias eye to eye — to talk and maybe do something else before they left the next morning before sunrise. She knew from experience what too many worries before a life-or-death-situation kind of mission could do, the breaches they could open. Her unit had lost two of theirs during her first year as a purely Spetsnaz agent, and four had risked losing a limb or something more, she included. So if there was anything she could do to ease his mind, she was ready to do it.

Elias was standing in booth number three — his lucky number, or so Dom had told her once, when she had asked him why his friend always booked the same one. The Brits were recharging their weapons in their booths at the far left end of the range, and Sanya sent her a smirk from his position at number one before he hung a new target sheet on the target carrier.

She leaned on the partition that separated booths three and four, though, and smiled when the German turned his head towards her. His expression was unreadable, but she almost had the impression that part of the tension he still carried inside eased at the sight of her.

“Wait for me in the control booth,” he told her as he pressed the call button for his target holder. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

A nod of her head, and then she was gone without a word. She waited for him as he had asked her to, and in the meantime, she tried to come up with comforting things to tell him. But no matter how hard she thought, she couldn’t come up with a single thing that wasn’t it’s all going to be okay. She knew they’d come back alive — probably not completely unscathed, but that risk came with the job. She just wished he could see it the same way.

Lost in her thoughts, she jolted when someone touched her shoulder and when she whipped around, she let out a breathy chuckle when she saw it was just him.

“Look, I didn’t want to offend any of you before,” he started before she had the chance to open her mouth. “And I trust all of you. You’re the only one I’ve never worked with before, but Dominic has and he’s only ever spoken highly of you, on or off the field.”

“I’m not here to tell you off,” she replied as she followed him towards the armory. She had already been in the Germans’ sector, but out of respect she still turned her head the other way when he punched in the code to unlock the door. “I came to tell you that it’s all going to be okay but…”

They both chuckled and he sat down on one of the benches when he put his electronic head muffs in his locker.

“Yeah, I know, not exactly the right job for those words.”

She smiled, hands placed on either side of his face as she stood between his legs. “I had a friend in Stepnoy that used to say that those words bad luck,” she snorted. “I don’t believe in bad luck, but I still can’t bring myself to say them.”

He mirrored his smile, and as she watched his lips stretch sweetly, he seemed to finally fully relax. But before he could say anything, her eyes went as wide as those of a kid in a candy shop.

“Oh my God!” she squealed. “Is that your shield?”

Her hands turned his head to the side to prompt him to turn around. He had used a normal shield during their simulations as a way not to blind his colleagues, but she had wished to actually see it with her own two eyes ever since she joined the team two years ago.

His laughter seemed to ring in the closed space when he nodded his head yes. “You can touch it if you want.”

And what had come out as an accidental double meaning turned into some form of lewd foreplay as they sat there, talking about anything and nothing at the same time. Elias always had some pun on the tip of his tongue and was always a pleasure to listen to.

Some time later, as her hand had almost moved over the crotch of his pants to unzip the fly and his had been between her panties and the crotch of her joggers, the Brits walked loudly in and they barely had the time to resume a less compromising position that they passed by their box. A few more minutes and when they walked back, Mike popped his head in. A You’re the last ones here, lock the door when you leave later and he was gone, his heavy footfalls echoing in the armory as he ran after his friends.

“I had an idea before they walked in,” Elias muttered, eyes still trained on where Thatcher’s head had been mere seconds before. When he turned around, he had a telling smirk on his face and really, she didn’t need to hear it, but she wanted him to be dirty and say it out loud.

“What kind of idea?”

“The one where I fuck you against one of these walls.”

And just like that, his hands were on her hips, tugging her forward from where she was sitting straddling the bench to right between his legs, her thighs made to rest directly over his.

“And I want you to be loud,” he groaned, head coming down so that he could nip the skin in the crook of her neck. “To be as loud as you want before we leave in less than twelve hours.”

She laughed, and before she knew it, they were both standing up and he was tugging her pants and underwear down her legs as soon as she had taken her shoes off. Then, she was in his arms, legs wrapped tightly around his hips as he walked her towards the wall, coming to a stop right next to his shield, still facing the door from where she had left it. Then, he kissed her.

And right then, the undeniable truth was, Elias Kötz was a damn good kisser, and she had spent the last almost two months learning just that. No strings attached he had said — but he cradled her face in his hands and kissed her breath away every time and while yeah, she could definitely do casual, she always found herself looking forward to the moments she spent with him. 

When his lips skimmed along her jaw and went back down to her neck, as a way for both of them to catch their breath, one of his hands moved between her legs and she let out a long moan, deep in her throat.

“What got you so wet?” he hummed, breathing hard against her cheek. “My shield? Or my puns?”

She huffed a laughter. “What else did you expect when you started casually telling me all the things you wanted to do to me?” He let her pull his head back, her fingers tangled in his hair, and the kiss that followed muffled the moan his fingers pushing into her elicited.

“So you like it?” he asked when he pulled back and her hands were finally unzipping his pants and taking his erection out of his briefs. “When I say I want to take you in the armory?”

He was inside her in a heartbeat. Her neck arched, and her head fell back against the wall at the sudden sensation of fullness that tore a whimper from her very soul.

“Or when I say how tight you always are around me?”

He thrust up again, hands moving to her buttcheeks to keep her as close to him as he could.

“Tight and warm,” he groaned. “Always so wet, I can never stop thinking about you, lyubimaya.”

She panted his name, neither of them fully aware of the way he had just called her. Her hands were on either side of his neck and she did try keeping her eyes open and locked with his, but the drag of his dick inside her was making her see stars as he stretched her open.

“When we come back,” she breathed, “we’re gonna do it nice and slow.”

“We can do it any way you want, Myla,” he breathlessly chuckled as she felt him start twitching.

He was pushing her up the hill that would take her to her orgasm and as she fulfilled his wish for her to be loud and dragged him with her towards his finish, only Elias heard the sound of heavy steps coming their way.

“Keep your eyes closed,” he moaned in her ear when she squeezed down on him and one of his hands came up to her eyes.

The flash went off right when she reached her orgasm and blinded by pleasure as she was, her mind barely able to process the fact that he was still thrusting up into her, his movements now curt and sloppy, she didn’t even notice he had activated his shield, nor did she hear the plaintive groan of Alexsandr getting blinded.

A few moments later, when the intruder had left the armory, Elias grunted his release against her lips as she held his face between her hands. His came to plant themselves firmly on the wall on either side of her head and the hold of her legs on his waist tightened, and as she automatically contracted around him, they both moaned in unison.

They stayed in that position for a few minutes as they both tried to catch their breath, their hearts still beating wildly against each other’s chest. Then, he laughed — a hearty laughter that made her chuckle for a moment before she simply rested there, a satisfied smile on her lips as she cradled this wild man’s face in her hands.

“What are you laughing at?” she asked, voice faint and still breathy.

“Someone will think twice next time before sneaking up on Blitz having sex next to his shield,” he snickered.

“Someone saw us?”

“The only thing we flashed them was my shield, don’t worry.”

He pecked her lips and stared at her in content silence for a moment longer before he pulled out slowly. When she hissed, he pecked her lips again.

“I want to take you somewhere nice when we come back,” he said when they left the building where both firing range and armory were. He had an arm thrown around her shoulders and she was pressed into his side as she tried to keep both shielded under the umbrella.

She moved her head against his shoulder and looked up at him. “Yeah?”

He hummed in response. “We could go climbing. Marius has told me of a place. It’s a trail for experienced hikers, but the view at the end is a nice and secluded place.” Then, his smirk was back on his lips and his next words made her chuckle before she pushed him under the rain. “You could climb me when we get there.”

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Lyudmyla | Blitz x fem!OC x Tachanka

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✏️ Pairing: Blitz x fem!OC x Tachanka

✏️ Summary: in which Lyudmyla is no lady, despite what people might think, and she’s always down for some casual good times.

✏️ A/N: I... don’t know what happened haha apart from @kind-wolf​ throwing all kinds of new crushes at me 😈 the important disclaimer is: I’ve never played this game, I’ll most likely never have the chance to, either, but I was hit hard when I least expected it, so here I am. Let me know if anything is OOC: I read these people’s Wikia, but that’s it.

✏️ Warnings: 18+ ONLY (some language, mentions of weed and alcohol + sex: fingering, oral m/r and f/r, public sex (I have no shame), sex with quite the age difference, unprotected sex, mentions of a threesome)

✏️ Word-count: 10,075 (sorry?)

✏️ Translations: tesoro (Italian) = darling // mudak (Russian), stronzo (Italian) = dick/asshole/jerk // ptichka (Russian) = birdie

<< Part One: Elias (masterlist > rainbow six) <<

LYUDMYLA

“Lady.” Slightly taller than her, bald, confined inside an anonymous black suit, the man was smiling at her one of those smiles that could mean nothing and anything at the same time. “That’s quite the delicate codename around here.”

Someone coughed when passing behind her and when Lyuda turned her head to the side, Elias shot her a look. Need help? or so the look in his eyes seemed to ask. She shook her head once, though, the movement short and almost tense and even though she was more than capable of handling a ‘Bureau man’, as she called them, on her own, her German colleague stopped at her side.

“If she had a penny for every time she heard that line…” he chuckled, posture composed and almost standing at attention. Despite the chuckle, there wasn’t a single trace of amusement in his stance, nor on his face, at what he had just heard.

The man’s smile thinned. Lyudmyla had never been that good at reading people, but she thought she knew how to spot an annoyed man from miles away. “I meant no harm,” he said, cold gray eyes moving away from the operator to look at the woman in front of him again. “It’s a delight to see that there are delicate operators among our lines.”

Boring. Boring and presumptuous — almost as though caring about one’s physical appearance took away from the hits one had under one’s belt and made them… less lethal, less dangerous on the job. As fragile and as delicate as a flower — ha! It couldn’t have been farther from the truth in Lyuda’s case, but then again, she hadn’t shown up at that poor excuse for an International Meeting (TM, because they were mostly a waste of time these days anyway) expecting for people that didn’t know her to take her seriously.

She had been through it already, and so many times that she had not only lost count, but she had also stopped caring. It stung, and it was annoying as fuck, but there wasn’t much she could do and at the end of the day, ignoring the remarks was by far the easiest way out of possibly highly angering situations. And she didn’t do well with anger.

“It’s a pity that you have to-”

But she interrupted him mid-sentence. “Have you ever heard of Lyudmyla Pavlichenko, Mr.…”

“Porter. Mark Porter,” he grinned, extending his right hand just before retracting it a moment later, when it became fully clear that she had absolutely no intentions of shaking it — nor of reading the identification tag he had appointed to his suit jacket. “And I’m afraid I haven’t, no.”

Lyuda’s lips stretched and for a moment, they matched the man’s grin, even though her eyes remained untouched. “My father named me after her when I was born. And then, when I was made to join RAINBOW, my comrades named me after her once again. She was a fine sniper back during World War 2, had three hundred and nine killings under her name. But she wasn’t called Lady, and neither am I. The name is Lady Death.”

From the corner of her eye, she could see Blitz trying to contain his laughter, barely able to hide a chuckle behind a closed fist in a mock and poorly failed attempt at coughing again.

She was more interested in the tensing jaw of the man in front of her, though, and even if the wish to deepen his uneasiness was tickling the back of her throat, she smiled sweetly — very lady-like, if she wanted to put it that way, just to mock the way others mocked her — and that was that.

“Have a good rest of the day, Mr. Porter.” She motioned in her colleague’s direction with a nod of her head, then, and dropped her smile until all that was left wasn’t but a shadow of what it had once been. “I’m afraid my duties are demanding my attention now, but a fine man like you will spot another lady to find entertainment in, I’m sure.”

With those words, she turned on her heels — uncomfortable after the last three weeks spent on the field — and made her way toward the exit.

“How do you manage to stand them?” Elias had caught up and was walking towards the elevators with her.

They had… bonded, if so one wanted to put it. It had happened just a few weeks before the mission they had just come back from, and it had been nothing sentimental, really. Lyudmyla might come off as a lady, but she truly was anything but — or so her mother still complained to her about, every time they spoke on the phone — less and less these days, but even ten minutes at the end of the month seemed to be worse than the most boring of missions.

So, no strings attached. Just two consenting adults that could die the day after and that needed a way to remember about the fact that they were made of flesh and bone, and not of tactic gear and shields and an M24 strapped to the back.

Her middle finger pressed the call button of the elevator and for a moment she stood there, staring at a decently manicured nail. There were still faint traces of blood underneath it and her breath hitched in her throat, albeit for just a second. She had scrubbed and scrubbed, and then scrubbed some more, to the point where she had feared her skin would be left raw and of an angry-red color. But the blood had come off, and she could only see it because she knew where to look.

“Myla?” Elias called and in a flash, she was back to the reality of the conference center floor. “You okay?”

“I don’t,” she replied, barely aware of the question she had just been asked, for her mind still had his How do you manage to stand them? on loop. “Stand them,” she voiced when all she was met with was his puzzled gaze. “I don’t stand them. It hurts, in a way. Hurts my pride. But then again, they can think whatever the hell they want. I come off as delicate and feminine and whatever they want to label me with, but at the end of the day, they are the fucks that have to rely on us for their missions. And that includes me in the package. I still get the job done, Lady or not.”

The elevator dinged. The doors opened with a breathy whoosh, barely audible above the elevator music, and they stepped inside. She didn’t complain when Elias pressed the button for the ground floor, even though all she wanted was a nap, and after a look at the guests’ faces, neither did the liftman.

“Maybe I should have beaten Tachanka’s ass when he found it amusing to bring up Lyudmyla again,” she chuckled, Russian rolling much more easily on her tongue than English ever did.

It was a luck that her friend spoke the language. It was nice to revert back to it whenever someone was around and she didn’t feel like flashing her business for the world to see, and it was much easier than dusting off her shallow German knowledge. Multilingualism was on Blitz’s resume, after all, not exactly on hers.

“He’s twice your age, and probably three times your size,” he laughed, staring ahead at the closed doors and shaking his head slowly. “But the mental picture surely seems to promise good fun.”

Her snort made him turn his head slightly to the side to stare down at her. She, too, shook her head for a moment before composing herself again. “He doomed me with that name. Two words; who the fuck has a two-word codename among us?”

“You’re asking the wrong questions.” He made a noise, then, a tsk that distracted even the liftman from his thoughts and made him lift his gaze on the two people in the elevator with him.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

He shrugged. Big and tall as he was, and he still shrugged and managed to seem just as imposing as always. Not as Sanya, of course — that man was a fucking mountain. “Why didn’t you insist on it being shortened to just Death?”

Witty bastard, she thought, for he was right.

*

The hall of the hotel was bustling with life when they crossed it, Lyudmyla closely following Elias towards the bar. She seemed to recognize some of the people that had been present at the NATO meeting just less than an hour ago, but then again, she had been too busy napping and trying not to get caught that she couldn’t be so sure. They were all there for a reason she couldn’t exactly remember — she was still jet-lagged from the mission, and she just… wasn’t interested. She never was when official meetings were involved: they implied all kinds of formalities, uncomfortable clothes she wasn’t used to anymore, dickheads that wanted to withdraw financial support from the very organizations that kept them on their chairs; and she truly didn’t have time for all that. But she had received an informal reprimand by Six in person — sort of, if ‘video call’ could be considered an ‘in-person meeting’ — and so she had to behave.

The bar was the opposite of busy, even though it wasn’t empty either. It was a grand room, with tall windows on one side that offered a picturesque view on the city below, and a full wall covered in mirrors on the other. There were round tables, their surface made of crystal-clear glass, and elegant people that had nothing to do with the meeting she had just come out of sat and chatted in an environment that was the opposite to what Lyuda was used to.

“Did the others even make it to the meeting?” she asked when Elias leaned against the counter of the bar to catch the barwoman’s attention. “I don’t think I saw them.”

He shot her an amused look before he chuckled. “Mein Gott, no! Maestro is still pissed that we’re here in the first place, and Tachanka joined in with him. They said they would hit the bar,” he replied, but a look around the room revealed that the two men were missing. “Bandit is probably still in his room, ‘tending to his wound’.”

Completely ignoring the fact that her friend was still partially in mission mode, if the use of their field names could be considered an indicator, she laughed at the last thing he said. “I thought that wasn’t but a ‘bruise on his body’,” she recalled. She had managed to take out the offender from four hundred yards away, laying on her higher ground, but a bullet had already been shot and Dominic had been hit. It had been a week ago, and the man had carried on with their mission like nothing had happened, but guilt was still simmering in the pit of her stomach. Half a second too late, focused as she was on something that moved a few degrees from where the enemy sniper had been hiding, and her colleague had been hit.

“You know how he is,” he shrugged, handing her their good-morning whiskey before he grabbed his own glass. “He hates these things just as much as we do.”

She hummed, taking a sip from her drink as she listened to Elias ask the barista if she had seen ‘two disruptive men, this big, ugly military faces and with probably more alcohol in their hands than a human liver could stand’.

“Why didn’t you stay back as well?” she wondered out loud, downing the alcohol before asking for a refill. “I had ‘please Six this time’ as my excuse, what was yours?”

The right corner of his lips rose in an amused smirk and, raptured, she stared as he sipped on his drink, the ice cubes clinking against the glass. The tip of his tongue came out then — and truly, it was an innocent and instinctual movement to lick away that droplet that had almost rolled down his lip, she was sure, but all she could think of was the last time he had gone down on her and how ardently she craved that contact again, now that her body felt closer to exhaustion than she would ever admit.

“I had to make sure no one found you sleeping surrounded by heads of state and RAINBOW officials reporting on our missions.” There it was, that shit-eating grin of his that always made her want to scoff and laugh at the same time. “Plus, I was hoping we could sneak out somewhere, have some fun, and for as much as I care about the guys, I’m not sure I’m into being dicked down by Alexsandr.”

She snorted out a laughter this time and her hand came down to slap his shoulder. “You are terrible,” she laughed, walking away from the counter when he got a new drink and pointed his glass towards the French windows that opened onto the panoramic terrace. “But you could have told me. Could’ve sneaked into the restroom before heading for the elevators.”

Still navigating around the tables, she turned her head in his direction when she didn’t receive an answer and she found him staring, lost in his own thoughts, his tumbler half-way to his lips. “Hadn’t that dude stopped you like that, I definitely would have.”

The terrace was slightly busier than the bar. It had a view on the city and on the lake — and the dozens of press reporters buzzing around the entrance of the hotel as they waited to report on some actual news.

“There you are, motherfuckers!” Alexsandr’s booming exclamation caught everyone’s attention, and a couple of kids sitting at a table for a late breakfast with their parents burst into giggles under Mommy and Daddy’s scowls.

“How much did you have to drink already, old bear?” she chuckled when she reached him, grabbing the bottle he and Adriano had on their table — Dragon Bleu. Her eyebrows arched. “French vodka?” she asked as she sat down in the chair to his right, amusement curving the corners of her mouth upward.

“I’m keeping the good shit for tonight,” he simply said, implying that he had plans and those plans involved getting hammered just so that he could avoid whatever meeting they should be attending to the next day as well. “So, did you two do all your homework like the good pupils you are?” he snickered, lifting his right hand to his lips to take a drag from his cigarette.

“Oh, fuck off,” Elias groaned, eyes rolling upwards under Tachanka and Maestro’s amused gazes.

“Nice teamwork, abandoning the two of us to the vultures,” Lyuda chirped in before taking a sip of vodka straight from the bottle.

“Tesoro, you know these things are not for people like us.” Adriano was in a good mood, but even though she was fairly sure he had spent the morning drinking with his Russian friend, there was still sleep laced in his voice. “We do the dirty job and they,” he gestured vaguely at the people standing or sitting on the terrace but everyone knew who he was really referring to, “take to the talking and hand-shaking. That’s how the world rolls.”

“The Italian mudak is right,” was nodding Sanya, completely ignoring Adriano’s half-amused, half-pissed Who the fuck are you calling ‘mudak’, stronzo? “Plus, I’m sure your pretty face is a much nicer sight than our rugged mugs, da?”

They always played around her Lady nickname, but when it came to her friends and colleagues, it never mattered as much. It didn’t irk her, didn’t bother her, for she knew they were playful but still respectful — and even though Bandit had gotten a graze from a bullet on his arm, she knew they valued and respected her abilities, whether it came to a long-distance rifle or a gun.

“News from Dom?” she asked instead, accepting the cig Alexsandr was handing her. The smoke tickled her nostrils more than it did her throat, for her mind had wandered back to that goddamn sniper and the luck they had had when that gust of wind had unexpectedly risen.

“Probably watching porn at the expenses of RAINBOW,” the man to her left snickered, hitting his closed fist with Maestro’s.

“You should stop worrying,” the Italian said, putting out his cigarette butt before lighting up a new one. He took a sip from his drink and smiled at her as a hand came up to rub at a beard-covered cheek. “It really is just a bruise. Bandit just likes to rub it in everyone’s face to avoid boring-ass meetings, not because he’s in pain.”

She sighed, a hand scrunching up and massaging her forehead as she looked down at the metal surface of the table. It was gray and almost sparkly under the bright, almost midday sun, and the light reflecting off of it felt like a finger in both eyes when they were still tired and sore. “I know,” she huffed and almost tensed when Elias’ hand squeezed her knee under the table in a reassuring gesture she hadn’t expected. “I just…”

“Nothing happened, Lyudka.” Tachanka knew how to be menacing — he was huge and imposing, a real mountain in human form, and he could be equally terrifying both with and without his helmet. But the look on his face was so sincere, and the half-smile he was throwing her way so sweet and reassuring, that she couldn’t not believe him.

“But it could have,” she insisted, inhaling a sharp drag of smoke. “It almost did. Half a second earlier, and Dominic wouldn’t have a head anymore now. I should’ve seen that guy, I should’ve-”

“You shot him down, that’s what matters,” Elias intervened, tipping his glass back to finish his drink. “Dom is fine. Shit, he’s great! And he loves you just the same.”

“Kid’s right. ‘Terrorist’ doesn’t necessarily mean ‘incompetent asshole’,” Adriano smiled. “Some of them do their job just as well as we do. Aria got a bullet in her leg because of me once, and we’re still good. Mistakes happen, and you shouldn’t spend so much time brooding over a ‘what if’ when things already went the other way.”

Defeated, Lyudmyla sighed. She sipped on her drink, smoked Alexsandr’s cigarette, and a second before a message made Adriano’s phone beep, she nodded. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Anyway, buzzkill. We’re going out tonight,” Sanya declared and by the tone of his voice, she knew there was little to no room to complain about the plan he had come up with for the whole group. It was a way to keep the feeling of camaraderie going for a little longer, before the post-op high and exhaustion faded away and they went back to a half-idle wait for a new mission. “We’re all getting some pussy.” His grin widened and his eyes closed as he inhaled sharply from his nose before exhaling even more noisily from his mouth. “Or dick,” he added, eyes shooting open when he turned to look at her. “Or both.”

The way he stared at her made a shiver run down her spine and for a long minute, before Dominic joined them with a beer in one hand and his phone in the other, she couldn’t look away from the stormy blue of his eyes.

*

The knocking on her door was what woke her up at three thirty-seven in the afternoon. Lyudmyla had slept for less than two hours, but she felt better than she had in what could have very well been forever. Her back arched as her arms stretched toward the headboard, and a drawled-out moan of satisfaction crawled up her throat and almost made her lips tingle.

It took her a while before her still-sleepy brain put two and two together and she fully registered the knocking and the voice calling her name from the corridor.

“I’m going to put my hands on the door pad if you don’t come, Lyuda!”

Dominic’s insistence made her chuckle but a moment later she managed to yell out a Wait a sec! The light throbbing in the muscles of her legs showed up again when she stood from the bed after successfully managing to untangle her feet from the mess the blankets had become while she slept.

“The plan was to take a bath when I woke up,” she half-heartedly complained when she opened the door to reveal the man she had almost got killed. “Not to babysit you, Dom.”

Laughter seemed to rumble directly in his chest when he put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her backward to step into her room. “No one is stopping you, Schatzi. What, are you suddenly shy? After that emergency shower we had to take back in Syria?”

“You are so full of yourself sometimes.” But it was said in a light voice, and Bandit knew she didn’t mean it in a negative way.

He stood there as she made her bed, and he barely moved out of her way when she reached the window he was standing in front of so that she could open the curtains. Light entered the room again, and the creamy colors of the furniture seemed to turn a bit more welcoming than they had looked in the half-darkness.

“We were worried,” he said after a while, when she indeed started to fill up the bathtub to soak into that bubble bath they all shared the need and wish for in their fantasy. “You didn’t show up at lunch.”

When she turned around, after dropping some of the hotel’s complimentary body wash into the tub, she found him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed against his chest. He wasn’t wearing a bandage on his arm anymore, but she knew there was band-aid tape on the stitched wound on his left bicep.

“I was tired,” she shrugged, turning around to face away from him so that she could take her shirt off. He was right — he had seen her naked, so she couldn’t see a problem in doing just as he had proposed. They joked and bantered, but there was nothing more than friendship between them and for once, it was perfect that way. “I didn’t sleep much last night, and that fucking meeting got my breakfast stuck in my stomach.”

From behind her, she heard his amused chuckle. “Burger King truly does sound like a light lunch after all…” he joked, hinting at the empty box that laid forgotten on the table.

“Oh, shut up,” she tried not to scoff.

She dared a look over her shoulder when her hands reached the clasp of her bra, but she found him staring the other way, back into the bedroom. Not a word left her lips on the topic, but she mentally thanked him as she finished undressing and climbed into the tub.

“You hurried away right after noon,” he spoke again, this time fully walking into the bathroom to come and sit down on the floor next to her. He had his back against the side of the tub, the back of his neck resting right against the edge, and for a moment they found themselves staring into each other’s eyes. “You sure you’re okay?”

A soft sigh on her part, and then her lips came down to press a kiss to his forehead. “I’m just… so very sorry,” she admitted. “And before you start, too, the guys have already tried to talk me out of it.”

“Yeah, too bad your skull is too thick.”

“Oh, shut it!” They laughed together for a moment, and it was good to be light again, with not a worry in the world but what Sanya had planned to drag them into that night. “I’m serious, though. I almost cost you your life, and all because I looked in the right direction a moment too late.”

He turned around, and one hand slipped down underneath the surface of the water for a moment before he moved it back up on the edge of the tub. “What can I do to make you stop worrying about it, ptisha?”

Her lips parted to reply back, but then his words registered and she furrowed her brows. “What? What’s that?”

“What? Ain’t that how Glaz calls you?” he shrugged.

It took her a moment to realize what he meant and when she did, laughter bubbled up again. “Ptichka, oh my God!” she corrected him, and added a playful slap to the back of his head for good measure.

“Yeah, exactly what I said.” He tried his best puppy dog eyes on her, but if there was one sure thing, it was how badly they always failed. He was big and rough, and the scar he had on his head didn’t help him any, and so, instead of relying on them to have things done his way, he used them on her to make her laugh.

After that, they sat in comfortable silence, both their backs pressed against the wall. He even let her play with his left hand in hers. She dipped it into the bubbly water and then picked it out again, removed the bubbles with her forefinger — the one she used to pull the trigger — and then started again. It was relaxing, a nice way to empty both their minds after the hectic days they’d had on their mission.

“Are you going back home once we’re done here?” she asked after a while, when he knelt by the tub to rub shampoo in her hair. She didn’t really need to wash it again, but it was nice to have someone pamper her every once in a while, and so she let him do.

His answer was a hum as he massaged her scalp. Her eyes were closed and that was how she missed the comically focused expression on his face. “Are you?”

She sighed in contentment at his touch and it took her half a minute to reply, relaxed as she was in the warm water and the cozy atmosphere of the bathroom. “No, I’m probably going back to the base. I don’t feel like going back and have my mother over. You should leave that absurd job and do something more appropriate for someone like you, that’s what she’d say.” And then, when he pointed out that he spoke no Russian and that she should speak a more comprehensible language, she translated. “I was born into a military family, I don’t understand what she expected me to become. A kindergarten teacher? Knowing my father, I probably even held a gun before I held a book.”

“You’re a full adult, fuck what the old woman says!” His exclamation made her tremble with laughter and he had to tell her to keep still or he’d get water in her eyes. A moment later, he started washing the shampoo out. “Come to Berlin with me,” he proposed. “I’ll introduce you to my brother and the kids, and you’ll have the chance to pay me back for this head wash.”

It was truly something, the way he made her feel — light and weightless, with butterflies inside that weren’t due to some form of crush or physical attraction. From different groups and yet, she sometimes felt closer to him than she did her Russians. It was easy — spending time with him was easy, it made all her worries and thoughts leave her mind in peace.

“C’mon, ptisha,” he joked again, grabbing the towel from the hanger with one hand and extending the other for her to grab so that he could help her out. “Let’s not replay the broken nose you got in Syria.”

*

As it turned out, Alexsandr had rented a nice convertible at the expenses of the organization and had dragged them around the city before reaching his destination. Black and sleek, driving in it had felt like it just glided on the asphalt as she had sat there, in the passenger seat, with the wind moving her hair all over the place and laughter spilling from her lips. Even now, in the high-end nightclub Sanya had been recommended by God knows who, there was still that same kind of excitement making her fingertips tingle.

Four shots into the night, Lyuda was free. The loud music felt like the weirdest kind of contrast to the new routine of the latest mission and as she danced, it seemed to loosen up all of the knots she had carried in her muscles till that night. Dominic’s injury, the hostages, the terrorists, it all faded into a blurry chaos that got drowned out by the people around her and left her mind pleasantly empty.

The Germans were still sitting in their corner, she was sure of it — smoking weed when she was fairly certain they shouldn’t be allowed to, but they didn’t care. The initial plan had concerned both Tachanka and Maestro, but only the latter had accepted and shown to be down with trying. Sanya had scowled, said he needed no weed to relax and enjoy the party and had kept on muttering under his breath until she had dragged him to the bar before dumping him there.

A drink will do him good — or so she had thought — still did. She had left him there without thinking and had joined all those strangers on the dance floor, letting go to the unknown song the DJ was playing up in her booth.

She didn’t jolt when a pair of hands placed themselves on her hips and someone breathed down her neck, lips barely brushing against her skin. She had danced with a couple of guys already — no one worth mentioning, just good distractions that kept her mind as far as possible from RAINBOW and NATO and the meeting that was going to be held the morning after. One had tried to touch her, though, to let his hands go down her hips to the hem of the mini dress her friends had dropped in her hands when Dom had left her hotel room and then back up underneath the cool, almost silk-like material, and it was then that she had moved away, too relaxed to be bothered and put up a fight — one she knew she’d win.

But she was thinking about Elias — about his hand on her knee that morning and the Why don’t you blow me? he had whispered in her ear before leaving the hotel, an amused reply to the I’ll blow your knees out she had let out at a stupid punchline he had come up with. She had hoped he’d join her, that he’d moan dirty German she couldn’t understand right against her skin, and then maybe throw her over his shoulder and carry her someplace quiet, show her a good time. It made her feel bad, the way she thought of him as a ‘good fuck’ because Elias was really a nice person, one she admired and cared for, but that was the reality of things. Both for her and for him — it was a thing that went both ways, that was matched by both parties, and for the time being, it was good.

The man she was grinding against wasn’t Blitz, though, she noticed with a gasp when she turned around.

Alexsandr was staring down at her, an amused and tipsy smirk plastered on his lips. It was a surprise, to find him there, against her, his hands now down on her buttcheeks, gently pawing at them. He was twice her age, just as Elias had reminded her that morning in the elevator, but she’d be lying if she said the thought of him had never crossed her mind. Fucking massive and resilient, and yet ever so delicate when it came to his weapons; always saying things how he saw and thought them, and she did find that attractive.

He twirled her around. Lost in her thoughts as she was, with the alcohol in her system pleasantly making her head float just a few inches higher than normal, she almost lost her balance as his antics made her chuckle out loud. It lasted for a heartbeat, and then she was back to square one, her back against his chest and his arms caging her in this time, his hands on her hips making them sway.

“Everything alright with Bandit?” he yelled in her ear as one of his hands trailed up her side and somehow stopped on the front of her throat.

It was… hot, somehow. His warm skin against hers seemed to burn her sweat away, and his lips moving right against her earlobe made the baby hairs on the back of her head stand up on their ends.

She nodded against him, suddenly brought back to the guilt she had felt for how things had gone with Dominic. But he had assured her — more than once — that things were just as peachy as always between them, and she had no reason to doubt his words, not when nothing at all seemed to have changed — in the way he talked to her, looked at her, simply acted around her. He had made her promise she’d go to Berlin with him, and she had playfully told him that she wouldn’t keep that promise, but both knew they’d soon be on the same plane, headed towards the same destination.

Dom wasn’t on her mind for long, though, not when Sanya was grinding right back against her. And she could feel him. God, she could feel him, confined as he was in his black pants, almost nestled between her buttcheeks. The feel of him, the way he was moving, breathing down her neck, his lips ghosting against her skin — her eyes closed, her eyelids heavy, and she rested her head back against him, a soft sigh of contentment and pure peace slipping past her lips.

The music faded away, and at the same time, it seemed to buzz in her veins, to beat right in her temples as her arms came up and she placed her hands on the sides of his neck. There seemed to be nothing else for a moment or two, until his right hand moved away from her hip and slipped down her thigh much like that nameless man had done earlier. Her eyes shot open then, and the nightclub was back where it had always been, with its DJ and her music and all those unaware people dancing the night away.

Suddenly hyper-aware of every touch of his, her hand moved away from his neck for a second, almost shooting down to stop his out of instinct, before she brought it back where it was.

He kissed the side of her neck — he truly did, this time; it wasn’t just the ghost of a kiss, with his lips being but a feather against her skin. He kissed her neck, one-day stubble grazing her skin, and his hand slipped past the hem of her dress, his fingers trailed up her inner thigh before they reached her clothed core.

Her heartbeat was louder than the music, she could have bet her right hand on it, and it almost felt as though her heart had jumped up in her throat, making it hard to keep her breathing steady and slow. That thump-thump was in her temples, in her eardrums, and even down in the pit of her stomach as one of his fingers traced a line on her panties — so loud that she didn’t catch what he yelled in her ear.

Then, without notice, lulled as she was by the movement of his hips still gently swaying against hers, his hand came up to her stomach and then slid underneath the elastic band of her underwear.

She tensed against him, tried to turn around and tell him something along the lines of not here, not now, but one of his fingers slipped between her folds and teased her for a moment before swiftly nudging her clit.

“Nobody will see anything,” were the words in her ear as she ground her hips back and despite — or probably because of — the thrill mounting inside her, she blindly chose to trust him.

The place was packed, sure, but anyone could turn around and catch him with an arm across her body, his hand between her paralyzed legs. It was thrilling in a way, almost exhilarating, and she tilted her head to the side to grant him access to her neck.

Then, a thought crossed her mind like a meteor. She didn’t exactly know what happened to RAINBOW operators that had feelings for each other, or that were simply caught while getting down to business. A nightclub didn’t grant the same level of privacy a hotel room did, and for a moment — before his middle finger pushed inside her and she decided that she truly didn’t care — she wondered if someone ever checked the security tape of the places they went to.

Sanya’s finger was thick, the fingertip slightly calloused by use. Its slow and steady pumping made her toes curl in her sneakers and her head press back against him as she felt him smile against her neck.

It was a slow teasing, unhurried, proving a patience Lyuda didn’t know Alexsandr had. It made her insides tense, her breathing come out ragged and uneven, completely uncontrolled when he added another finger. She felt the stretch then — hot and delicious, in a way, making blood rush to her skin and burn in her cheeks. His thumb was on her clit, and its movements were lazy and irregular as he focused on fingering her, gently scissoring his fingers as her walls contracted around them.

“Sanya.” It was a groan, and although he felt the vibrations under his lips, he didn’t hear it above the scream of the music.

So close. Oh God, she thought — so close to losing it in the middle of a nightclub, with someone twice her age edging her closer and closer to an orgasm that was making her body hum in anticipation.

The idea that he had somehow — sometimes — thought of her was enough to almost make her feel delirious. It was easy, to forget about anything else when you were on the job, with a loaded weapon in your hands, even more strapped to your body, and a plan to follow, an objective to hit. Your focus was all there, on the very center of the target, and thoughts of anything else didn’t even knock on your mind’s door. But then, when you stepped back, mission accomplished and the permission to go back home for a while in your hands…

She pulled his hand out from inside her and as she did so, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, air coming in sharply from her nose as she tried her best to get a grip back on herself. One deep breath in, one deep breath out — and it was good to know he wasn’t insisting on keeping his hand where it had been for the past minutes, that he was respecting her spaces — she wouldn’t have expected anything else from someone like him.

But then she turned around, lips parted and cheeks bright, his hand still in hers, big and warm and finger wet and sticky. She brought them to her lips, kissed the fingertips of his middle and ring fingers before pulling them into her mouth and sucking them clean.

The smirk was still on his face and under the ever-changing lights of the club, his expression seemed to constantly change as well as he stared at her, eyes set on hers and never leaving.

He had her pressed against a wall in a matter of minutes, her back to the solid surface and her legs wrapped around his hips as he ever so slowly thrust up into her pussy — and neither of them knew exactly how they had come to find themselves in that position, in that dark corner with people less than five meters away.

The music was a blessing — probably the cause for a headache in the morning, but at that moment a blessing no doubt, concealing all her whimpers and moans as his dick stretched her open.

He was big — and on that there had never been a doubt. Proportionate — that was the word her old high school friend Nina would have used to describe him —, no doubt taking the first place among the men she had ever been with. The stretch was delicious, and the feel of him — heavy and thick inside her — was enough to make her eyes roll as her nails scratched at his neck.

She was panting when his hipbones pressed against hers and he was fully sheathed inside her; panting and whimpering as she felt herself clamp down on him. And his breath was scorching hot against the side of her neck, his right temple pressing against her shoulder.

His hips moved back, then, and the drag of him inside her made her head fall back against the wall as she fought to breathe when he pushed back in. It was a slow rhythm — slow but slowly mounting, making her mind and her body dance closer and closer to the delirious climax he seemed to promise her. At some point, when his hands moved down to grab her thighs and he tilted his hips up in a slightly different angle, a low moan scratched up her throat as the tip of his cock hit deeper inside her.

She was whimpering his name, a litany of Sanya, Sanya, Sanya that he couldn’t hear but that he could read on her lips as he stared at them, his own lips parted as he grunted, thrusts growing more and more unfocused the closer he was to orgasm.

Less than a minute later, as pleasure went off in her body and behind her closed eyelids, she would have seen Elias stare at her with a smirk on his lips had she had her eyes open.

*

The morning after Lyudmyla was sitting next to Elias at the very back of the conference room, where she knew they wouldn’t be attracting anybody’s attention in case one of them were to take a nap. And although she was as uninterested as the day before and had passed a sleepless night after they had got back to the hotel at around two in the morning, tired as they were, she couldn’t seem to be able to fall asleep again.

Eyes set on the spokesperson talking non-stop at the other end of the room, the pleasant soreness in her muscles was the only thing she could actually focus on.

Sanya had bruised her, that night — she had found his handprints on her thighs when she took a shower before bed. Big, red handprints on her outer thighs that had kept her awake all night as she replayed the nightclub quickie she could still feel in her very core over and over again. His lips on her, and then his tongue on her neck, his fingers — on her clit, inside her, on her throat, her thighs — and then…

“Myla.”

It was by pure miracle that she didn’t moan out loud when Elias whispered her name in her ear, his lips close enough to be perceived but not felt. He had moved a hand on her thigh, and his thumb gently soothing her inner thigh from above her pants made her lungs squeeze, the air come out hot and quick from her nose.

God, was the only word that kept on bouncing around inside her head. God. Her mind wandered, as it had been wandering all morning already, and for a moment she experienced the first actual thought of the day: What would it be like, to have both Elias and Alexsandr in her bed, even just for once?

And at that, there came another one: What would he — Elias — say if he knew about what she had done that night? What would he do? They weren’t exclusive, she didn’t belong to him just as he didn’t belong to her, but it would be a lie to say that she wasn’t curious.

His nose brushed against the shell of her ear, then, and all thoughts fled from her mind. “Are you still thinking about his cock?”

She gasped, but the sound was low enough to only be heard from the few people sitting close to them. When she turned around — to answer honestly or to just stare at him in shock, she wasn’t sure —, she found him staring ahead and even though his hand was still on her leg, it was now in a position more befitting to their surroundings and the seriousness of the meeting.

Her gaze trailed back towards the stage of the room, her breathing now a little labored as she took in the new person speaking — someone from RAINBOW, but at that moment she couldn’t remember his name for the life of her.

The muscles in her thighs tensed. Her mind was running a mile a minute, but without producing actual thoughts. It was just Sanya’s thrusts up into her as she clenched down on him and Elias’ awareness of what had happened, and they were both on loop, overlapping until their edges got too blurred to be recognized.

He opened his legs a little wider, then, and she caught the movement from the corner of her eye. As his knee pressed into her leg, the fabric of his pants stretched tight on his thigh and the only thing she could think of, was that time he had made her ride it, the day before Dominic had got hit.

She wanted to leave. She felt the need to stand up, grab his hands and drag him down the corridor — to the restroom or the elevator and then up to one of their rooms, she hadn’t made a decision yet — and get things going. But she didn’t want another call from upstairs, and so she resolved on staying put and just moved her hand over his to grip it.

“Is that why you couldn’t look at him in the eye at breakfast?” Elias asked when the debate started and there was enough noise in the room for him to murmur those words, everybody’s attention now fully set on something concrete. His hand didn’t move from where it laid on her thigh and although for the better, it slowed her brain down. “Because you kept on thinking about him fucking you against a wall?”

Her gaze came down to frantically look at his watch, just to then remember he barely ever wore one, just like she.

She shook her head and absentmindedly, her legs opened a bit wider, his left one pressing right into his knee. “No,” but her voice trembled when she spoke.

He chuckled.

It was a tense half-hour the one that followed. They both sat there, listening to what people said and proposed, but Lyuda’s mind was somewhere else — with someone else. Her gaze kept on flickering to her left as she checked Elias out from the corner of her eye. It was excruciating, to have him there next to her, an amused smirk on his lips, when he was talking about someone else fucking the sanity out of her.

God. Fuck. Hadn’t it been for Six, she would have left that room. And hadn’t it been for that stupid high-level meeting, she would have her hands on him and his on hers. And for no reason other than how much she enjoyed being with him.

His hand cupped her from above her pants and she lost it. Almost. She gripped his wrist, blunt nails digging into his flesh, and the soreness and the feeling of Sanya inside her came back.

“Let’s leave,” she whispered as she sat there, on the edge of her seat and turned into an absolute bundle of nerves. Her eyes didn’t meet his and instead, they remained set on the window wall in front of her. Why were they brought there, to this absurd event that barely had anything to do with them? Why did she have to let herself get involved with him in the first place? “God, Elias, let’s leave.”

She had her jaw set, her right hand wrapped into a fist at her side, on the chair, and her thighs clenched and trapped his hand in-between them.

“The meeting’s not over yet,” he replied.

When she turned to look at him, eyes wide and lips tight, half a curse starting to form on the tip of her tongue, people started to stand up and he quickly freed his hand from her hold.

They stood, shook hands with a few people as they eyed those from the organization to have a nod of confirmation that allowed them to leave. And when they received one, she grabbed his hand in hers and dragged him outside, and on their way to the elevator, she almost crashed into that very Mark Porter that had committed the mistake of underestimating her the day prior.

“Relax, Myla,” Elias said when the doors of the elevator closed and the liftman pressed the button for her floor. He had one hand on her hip as he stood right behind her, his left leg pressing into the back of her right. “What got you so worked up?”

He was smirking, she was sure of it, she could hear it in his voice as he pressed that half-erection of his against her rear end, lucky in the fact that he was being discreet and that the liftman was minding his own business, probably too hypnotized by how many hours he spent in there with the same elevator music in his ears.

“You’re a dick,” but they both knew she didn’t really mean it.

Back in her room, the electronic keycard thrown blindly on the table, he pulled her to him and kissed her breathless. His lips were insistent, just as hungry as always, even if they had all the time in the world in this hotel. He pulled on her lower lip and then kissed down her cheek to her jaw, and then down her neck, one hand quickly unbuttoning her pants to slip into her panties.

“You like them older?” he groaned against her as the pad of his middle finger massaged her clit. Her hands moved to his hair, nails gently scraping his scalp as her body seemed to purr against his. “Or was it the thrill of a public place?”

One of his legs moved in-between hers and she had to do her best not to cave in and grind herself down against it.

It was when he pulled back to look at her, a grin plastered on his lips, that she came back to reality and took his hands out of her pants.

“What, Elias?” she smirked, pushing him back until the back of his legs hit her bed and he fell down to sitting. She bent down and pecked his lips as her hand trailed down the front of his button-down shirt to his crotch. A hum left her lips right against his as they stared into each other’s eye. “Did it make you hard?”

Her fingers traced his outline downward before her hand flattened against him.

“Did the sight of Alexsandr fucking me get you going?”

She kissed his neck as he choked on a chuckle, his hands trailing up to her hips until he managed to pull her down onto his thigh.

“Did you spend the night thinking about it?” she moaned, lips moving up the side of his neck to gently suckle right underneath his ear.

“I never thought I’d be into sharing,” he confessed, turning his head to meet her lips in a kiss. It was soft and slow this time, and a hum crawled its way up Lyuda’s throat as her free hand moved to cradle the back of his head. “But shit, that was fucking hot.”

She chuckled a yeah when she slid off his thigh and knelt between his legs. Her actions were slow and deliberate when she pulled down his zipper, eyes set on his as he stared down at her, breath almost hitching in his throat when he pushed his weight up with his hands to let her take his pants and briefs down to his ankles.

“Maybe we should call Sanya,” she hummed, breath hot against the sensitive skin of his dick. She licked a stripe up, from balls to tip, before she smirked. “Ask him if he’s up for a threesome…”

Her lips wrapped around his head and his breath hissed, his reply got stuck in his throat. He didn’t lie down when she took him in her mouth for a moment before pulling back to lick at his underside. Instead, he kept his eyes on hers and Lyuda could feel them even without seeing them.

She kissed and licked him, got him wet before she started using her hand. Her movements were slow and controlled and when her mouth came down again to suck him off, both his hands came up to her head to keep her in place.

The more she teased him, tongue swiping over his frenulum, the more labored his breathing got, and when his hips started to thrust up a little, he pulled her head up and begged her to stop in a whisper, eyes almost closed and brows furrowed in concentration.

“Undress and lay down,” he asked, hands still cradling her head as she looked up at him.

It made her burst with pride each time, the way she managed to work him up. Elias was an entertaining lover to have, if so he could be described, and she loved watching him fall to his feet in front of her.

And instead of teasing him, of keeping up the game, she stood up and made a deliberate decision to strip down for him. Slow and teasing, and she watched him take himself in his hand the second after tearing his shirt off his body as he stared at her.

He bruised you? There was no need to ask it out loud, for she saw the question in his eyes, in the knitting of his brows. Elias had never bruised her — maybe once, but he was very careful not to leave marks behind. Uncomfortable questions were the last thing either of them wanted, so the unspoken rule begged for no bruises and no hickeys.

When she laid down, he was quick at moving over her body, kissing up from her abdomen to her lips, and his tongue came out to tease her nipples in passing, drawing a sigh from her.

“Was he harsh?” he hummed against her neck, one hand trailing down her side before moving between her legs.

She shook her head no and brought his lips back on hers just as he touched her. “But I’m still a bit sore,” she confessed, right thigh tensing when he brushed two fingers between her folds.

He kissed down her body again then, and this time his lips moved past her navel and he licked all the way up her slit to her clit. “I’ll be gentle, then.”

And it did feel like a promise when he started going down on her, one finger and then two slowly pumping into her as he focused on her clit.

She could feel the noise his fingers made inside her — and then those groans of his that just made her toes curl.

He built her up slowly, almost as though they had all day to spend bunkered up in that room, just the two of them. And then, just as she felt herself getting closer and closer to her release, he slowed down, fingers still inside her but lips leaving kisses to her right inner thigh.

It wasn’t common, to have her beg for him, but this time was an exception. With Sanya’s rough fuck now in the back of her mind, her thoughts were all on the man between her legs and on the way she knew he could worship her body.

She hissed slightly when he pushed into her and it took her a moment or two to realize that he had stopped dead in his tracks and was now staring down at her.

“Do you want me to stop?” His voice trembled when she contracted around him, but there was a serious look in his eyes and she knew, then and there, that he’d follow through with whatever she felt more comfortable with.

It squeezed her heart, really, and she found herself smiling. “No, just start off slow.”

That he did. He pulled his hips back and then slowly eased himself back into her, and every time he reached a bit deeper. Hands covering the bruises another man had left on her thighs, his lips were on her breasts, tongue teasing and mouth sucking until her hands were on his back, pressing against his muscles as her back arched.

He moaned when her lips latched on his neck, on that sweet spot right on his pulse point, and she smiled into the action. He laid down flush against her when she pulled him down, and his hands moved from her thighs to underneath her butt as his thrusts deepened.

She called his name, voice trembling and faint as she closed her eyes and swore she could see stars. She had never felt closer to him than right now, with him moving slowly against her — and so deep that she would swear she felt him in her soul.

Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist and as she did so, he angled her hips a bit better.

Elias — and then she was gone, nails scratching down his back as she came, back arching and breasts pressing into him, thighs locking against his sides. A few thrusts more, and then he followed suit, grunting his orgasm into her neck as his thrusts turned snappier, and then sloppier. And then, when they both came down from their highs and their breathing was back under control, they both gasped at the condom they had forgotten to use.

He cleaned her up when he pulled out and she heard him chuckle to himself on his way back to the bathroom when she squealed out of happiness. He had given her the all-clear about the whole Sanya situation and so, as she waited for him, she picked up her phone from the nightstand where she had left it all morning and texted Alexsandr. She was promising for a good time now that they finally had some time off — he even more, since he never showed up to the meetings — and she knew that Sanya would never turn such an offer down.

Still, she watched powerless as her text got read — just read.

“Is he coming?” Elias asked when he walked back and lay down next to her.

He was strong and warm, and Lyuda felt herself relax in his arms as he played with her hair.

“I don’t know, but I hope so.” She was looking into his eyes as he repeatedly pecked her lips, and the laughter that bubbled up was hard to contain. “I’ll just need you to remind him to take it easy on me if I can’t talk.”

She let him kiss her, arched up against him as she molded into his arms, and that You have nothing to worry about of his seemed to linger in the hot air around them for a little longer, until someone knocked on the door and shattered the magic of the moment.

It’s me. Open up, read the message she received right after.

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bandit x blitz | kinktober [ smut ]

this was long overdue too, sorry

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Titfucking /  Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles)

“yeah baby, come on i know you can squeeze your tits tighter.” Dominic cooed as he traced the tips of his fingers along Elias’s jawline, his hips thrusting between Elias’s beefy chest.

“i don’t have tits..” Elias mumbled as he kept his eyes gazing away from his boyfriend, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around his waist as his biceps squeezes his pectoral together but as Dominic calls them, tits.

“keep lying to yourself baby boy, you know how fucking sexy you look when you wear a tight shirt, showing off your huge tits for everyone else to see, hhm?” Dominic replied, starting to speed up his thrusts, “but your body is mine, mine to play and do as i will.” his hands reaching down to grope his boyfriend’s chest muscles, keeping his eyes on Elias as he continued to fondle his body.

Dominic loves admiring Elias’s body, be it by running his hands up and down Elias’s buff arms when the both of them are cuddling or groping his boyfriend’s plum ass when he’s pounding into his boyfriend, his loves keeping his hands on Elias all the time.

and Elias wasn’t much different from Dominic as well, he on the other hand loves to be felt up by Dominic, both in private and in public. feeling his boyfriend’s big and rough hands on his muscles always made him turned on, leaning into Dominic’s embrace and begin grinding his bubble butt against Dominic’s crotch, getting them both of them riled up.

Elias whined as he felt Dominic squeeze his nipples between the pad of his fingers, chest arching up towards his boyfriend’s rough hands, “i want your mouth on my...” Elias trailed off and looked away with his cheeks bright red.

“say it baby, where do you want my mouth?” Dominic groaned and reached back to slowly jerk Elias’s cock off, gripping tightly on the shaft, fingertips grazing past Elias’s balls.

“my.. t- i can’t say it..” 

“hhmm? that’s fine with me, i’ll leave your nipples alone then.”

“no!”

“you gotta tell me where you want me to suck on, baby.” Dominic continued to tease.

“t-tits! i want your mouth on my tits!” Elias babbled, looking away from Dominic who was smirking at him.

“i’ll suck on your tits later,” Dominic growled, “after i cum on your beefy tits, then i’ll lick it off and fuck you slow and deep, you want that baby?”his hips thrusting faster and feeling Elias tighten around his cock.

Elias nodded as he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, ready to drink up Dominic’s cum, eyes locked with Dominic.

“yeah? you like that baby?” Dominic growled, “gonna fuck you so good when i’m done marking your tits with my cum.”

Bondage

“wanna tie you up baby.” Dominic mumbled against the back of Elias’s neck, his hands starting to roam around Elias’s body, pushing his hands under Elias’s shirt and starting to grope and pinch as his boyfriend’s chest.

“what’s this about all of a sudden?” Elias moaned and arched his back, pushing his ass against Dominic’s growing erection and slowly grinding against his boyfriend.

“yeah, wanna tie you up, edge you for hours and tease you till you’re crying. make you take all your favorite dildos in your tight asshole, make sure to stretch you out for my cock, make you my fuck toy for me to use as i please.” Dominic started to verbalize his fantasies out loud to Elias who was already softly moaning.

“i’ll then eat your bubble butt out, spank you and leave my hand prints on you. and once your ass pussy is loose and wet with my saliva, i’ll make you beg for my cock,” Dominic continued and moving his hands down and started to push Elias’s underwear aside and trace his fingers over Elias’s tight pucker, “then when i’m happy with your begging, i’ll push my cock deep into you.”

“please...” Elias moaned out and pushed his ass towards Dominic even more.

“feel that baby?” Dominic cooed as he rubbed the tip of his hard cock against Elias’s hole, making sure to push in by a little only to grind past Elias’s hole, “it’s all for you.”

just when Elias was ready for Dominic to start fucking him, he felt Dominic pull away and let his underwear snap back over his tight hole, making him whine and look back at Dominic and whined, “why did you stop?”

“i’ll only fuck you when you’re tied up, so get up, gonna get you ready to be my fuck toy for today.” Dominic grinned and gave a slap onto Elias’s ass.

Lingerie

as Elias twirled around in front of Dominic, all that was going through Dominic’s head was all the different positions that he’s going to fuck Elias in as he looked at the way that the black garter belt stretched over Elias’s thick and muscular thighs, black lacy panties hugging Elias’s beefy butt topped off with black stockings that went from his toes and covering his knees.

“come here baby.” Dominic purred and he gestured for Elias to come to the chair that he was on to sit on his lap by patting it lightly with his hands, “i wanna see how beautiful and sexy my baby boy looks and feel.”

smiling, Elias slowly walked over and threw his legs over Dominic’s thighs, making sure place his ass directly over Dominic’s already hard cock and slowly grinding against it, “do you like how i look, daddy?” Elias knew how much Dominic loves to hear that word come out from his mouth.

“so fucking slutty, and all for daddy.” Dominic mumbled, hands roaming all over Elias’s muscular body.

“all for you, only for my hot daddy.”

Dominic hummed and reached for his phone, “gonna keep a memory of you in this slutty outfit since i’m gonna rip if off you very soon.” and soon Dominic started to snap away at his boyfriend’s body.

from taking pictures of his hands around Elias’s neck as Elias’s tongue poked out from his mouth, Dominic’s hands around Elias’s cock that was straining against the black lacy panties to a short video of the both of them making out as Elias grinds down onto Dominic as Dominic kept his hands on Elias’s butt, squeezing and teasing Elias’s hole through the thin lace.

“fuck baby, i gotta be inside you, like right now.” Dominic growled and carried Elias up and throwing him onto their bed, “i’m gonna tear that ass apart.”

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blitz | phone call [ smut ] [ m ]

clutching your phone tighter, your heart rate increased as your eyes roamed over the screen with a picture that Elias just sent you. this little shit knew how to push all your buttons, especially now that he's overseas on a mission.

just as you were about to give your boyfriend a call, his name popped up on your screen as your phone vibrated in your hands and without a second hesitation, you picked up as your ears filled with Elias's cheeky voice.

"hello darling," his teasing voice came through as his words were almost melody like, "did you like the pictures that i sent you?"

even without seeing his face, you knew that he had his signature smirk plastered all over his handsome features, maybe he already had his hands palming his crotch through his underwear.

"why do you always do this, teasing me when you're away." you groaned at the thought of not being able to see him anytime soon.

"awh what's wrong, did the picture make my needy boyfriend turned on? it's alright baby, i've already touched myself to the thought of you at least three times. i'll come home in the same uniform and let you peel it off me."

reaching down to your crotch, you slowly started to palm your half hard cock through the think fabric of your boxers, "i'm going to give it to you hard when you get back, i'll go for days, pounding into that tight hole till all you can think about is me and my dick."

Elias let out a moan that went straight to you cock, pushing it to it's full hardness, "oh baby, you got me all flustered, wanna cum with you on the phone.." he whined and you heard the sheets shuffle through the phone, "i miss you so much, my body misses you so fucking much."

tracing the outline of your cock with your fingers as pre cum started to pool at the top, soaking your boxers, "yeah? tell me how much you miss all of me, i want to hear it from my greedy boy." your fingers clutching your phone tighter as you hear Elias's breath become more and more uneven.

"i miss you so much, i can't sleep without cumming to the thought of your thick cock filling me to the brim, my hole misses you so much," his breath hitched as he let out puffs of air, "please please let me touch my hole sir.."

even through phone sex, Elias knew his place, he had the rules that you laid out for him at the top of his fingertips, always asking for permission before going further.

"slowly touch the tip of you cock baby, slowly like i would, taking my time to tease you," the image of Elias's playing with himself flashed through your mind, making you pull down your boxers and let your already erect cock spring up, "but don't play with your tight hole yet baby, we'll get there later, if you're a good boy."

his uneven breath reaching your ears, "i-i'm a good boy! only for you, please let me touch my cock fully, i'll be a good boy.." as Elias started to ramble on, you heard him shuffle around once again, "sir please.. i'm on my knees already.."

"tell me what you want, if you don't tell me, i wouldn't know how to treat you when you get back. do you want me to eat you out and make you cum just from that or you want me to play with your tits?" by this time your forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat and you hands gripping on your erection and pumping up slowly.

"you know what i want, don't make me say it.." Elias whined as he started to slowly rut against the bed sheet but stopped after remembering the rules.

"well, i can just stop here and hang up the phone to let you deal with yourself on your own." and to reinforce your threat, you pulled the phone away from your lips to let your voice sound more and more distant.

"no!" Elias's protest was so loud that you could hear his voice ripping through your phone despite it being quite far away from your ears.

"go ahead baby, tell your daddy what you want."

"i- i want you to eat me out for hours as you tease my cock, i want to feel your tongue in me.. i feel so empty without you inside me, without you pushing me down to fuck me whenever you want. i want you to play with my tits like you always do, pinching and sucking on them, oh fuck sir.." Elias moaned out as he slowly traced his fingers closer and closer to his pucker, "sir please, let me finger myself, i need it so bad.."

you hummed and ignored his pleas, wanting to hear him beg again, it was like music to your ears, your hands speeding up the pumping. and sure enough, Elias's pleas came through the phone again.

"daddy can you hear your baby? i need something inside me so badly, but nothing compares to your thick cock or your sly tongue, please please let your baby boy touch himself." his whines were absolutely delicious.

"go ahead baby, let your master hear how much of a needy slut you are." you growled as your fingers traced over the tip of your cock, collecting the pre cum that was pooling at the top and spreading it over the head of your erection.

Elias let out a moan as he pushed two fingers in at once, his hips pushing back onto his fingers as he grinded his cock against his palm, "it feels so good, thank you sir. you fucked me so much that i can fit two fingers in at the first go, but i want you to open me more when i get back, want to feel you cum inside me, want to feel your cock splitting me open even more, want to feel all of you."

your breath hitched as your hand pumped faster, feeling your climax reaching soon thanks to your boyfriend's words, "more baby, i'm going to cum soon."

Elias's eyes perked up at the thought of you cumming, "i want it, i want your cum, i'll be your filthy boy and take it all. oh fuck i want to feel you fill me up with your warm cum and i'll sit on your face as you eat me out one more time, this time with your cum dripping out of me, knowing that you claimed me as yours once again."

his words spurring you closer and closer to the edge, "fuck baby boy, i'm gonna cum, gonna fill that tight hole with my cum, breeding you like a bitch, you want that baby?"

Elias let out a 'yes' as he breath quickened as well his his moans becoming more and more high pitched.

"bet you do, you're my personal cum dump." you growled and pumped your cock faster and faster, "i'm gonna cum baby, take it all.."

"yes sir, please please fill me up and breed me, i'm all yours, my slutty hole can't wait anymore, fill me up with your cum sir!" Elias begged and soon, he let out a cry of pleasure as his cum spilled all over the sheets, his hole clenching around his fingers like it would around your cock whenever he cum.

and you followed suit, closing your eyes as you imagined that you boyfriend riding you as you filled him up, painting his insides white and claiming him once again, your cum spilling onto your chest as you started to slowly recover from your orgasm.

"baby? are you still there?" Elias asked, concern in his voice.

letting out a sigh, you replied, "yeah baby i'm still here, god that was amazing."

chuckling, Elias make a kissing noise, "of course it was, you better make sure it happens when i get back."

"bet. didn't know that my baby was this filthy, makes me want to see the side of you even more." you teased as you reached for the tissues near your be to wipe the cum off your chest.

"only for you, baby, only for you." Elias smirked, "but all things aside, i love you so much."

"i love you too baby, with all my heart. how long more till you get back?"

"a week more baby, then we can spend three months together without any interruptions." Elias promised.

"a week it is baby, can't wait to see you and come home in that uniform okay?"

Elias let out a gasp, "of course i will, but please don't tear it apart. i won't know how to explain it to my group mates."

you chuckled, "no promises baby, you look so good in that uniform, all tight around your gorgeous body, especially around your tits."

"they are not tits! i'm just muscular that's it!" Elias exclaimed, huffing out in anger.

"yeah sure baby, keep telling yourself that."

"it's not tits! i'm gonna smack you when i get back!"

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BANDIT ; Dominic

• Dominic is a very dominant and possessive person, which means he takes the lead in bed. his favorite thing is to tie your wrist to the bed frame and blindfold you then gives your senses a treat.

be it wax or ice play, Dominic wants to be in charge, even if you're riding him, he'll still command you, hands tight on your waist, setting the pace. every now and then pulling you down by your shoulder and leaving marks on your neck, where everyone can see it.

• hickeys, so many of them all over you. most of it is only to be seen by him, but some for the public to see, so that everyone knows you belong to someone. and that someone is him.

as you start to slowly wake up, you opened your eyes and saw Dominic still sleeping while his arms are tightly around you, keeping you close to him.

admiring him, you noticed the many loge marks you left on his neck all the way down to his chest, the red marks reminding you for the fiery passion that the both of you shared last night.

looking down to your own body, you saw many love bites, way more than you left on him. all the marks decorating your neck, shoulder and chest, tracing over the marks with your fingers , lightly rubbing over them.

"you like the marks baby?" Dominic's voice pulled you back to him.

looking up at him, you smiled and nodded then cuddling into his chest once more while Dominic chuckled and embraced you tightly.

"you left so many marks on me." you whined while your voice was muffled by his chest.

"yeah, I know. you left many on me too."

"what if people see them?"

"good. let them know you belong to me." Bandit replied as he nuzzled your hair.

tracing your fingers on his sides, you nodded into his chest and softly nipping at his skin.

"I love you, little vampire." Dominic joked and rolled over onto his back, pulling you up onto his chest.

"hey! when since did I gain this nickname?" you barked at him.

"since now, my little vampire." Bandit replied then gave a light tap on your nose.

"I can never win you. I love you too, Mr possessive."

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• don't forget dirty talk, Dominic will use his filthy mouth every single chance he gets to, doesn't mean that it is only saved for when the both of you are in bed, even if you're out, training, shopping or just chilling out with the other operators, he'll tease the fuck out of you.

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"gosh, the way you grip the gun so tightly, reminds me of how you jerk me-"

"Dom! stop it, we're at practice!" you snapped at him then moving your focus back onto the dummy target in front of you.

"I can't help it, this uniform is so tight around your body, makes me want to just take you right here." Dominic whispered to you then moved behind you, slowly rutting against you.

"Dominic Brunsmeier! can't you wait till we get back?" you yelled as you turned around, slightly pushing Bandit away from you.

"mmmhh say my name again, kitten." Dominic teased and placed a kiss on your nose.

before you could tell Bandit to leave you alone and wait for the both of you get home, Marius called the both of you out.

"hey horny love birds, mind waiting till the both of you get home till you fuck? we've got practice to do." Marius yelled from the behind the both of you.

with you face red, Dominic laughed and yelled back at Marius to mind his own business.

"it's alright love, I'll hide you from him. only I can see you-"

"DOMINIC!"

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• Dominic seems like a very stern person but is actually a softie on the inside. he only shows his teammates and you the soft side of him

• loves skin to skin contact, doesn't matter where the both of you are, Dominic needs done sort of contact with you. if not he'll just turn angsty and say things like, "well, I'll be able to hit every target if my girl is here." and "I miss my baby, it's been 10 minutes since I last saw and touch her."

• cuddling time is the best with Dominic, his arms will be around holding you against his chest tightly. every now and then his hands will wonder down towards your ass and give it a light squeeze before kissing your forehead. even when he's asleep, his arm are still around you tightly.

• him getting jealous when any guy looks at you for too long or when they moved too close to you. and when this happens, Dominic will stomp over to you, doesn't matter if someone else is taking to him or he's in the middle of a card game with the other operators, he'll stomp over, place his arms around you and call you things like, "baby" , "love" or "sweetheart" and give you kisses non stop, till the guy gets the hint and leaves. if the other guy still doesn't leave, he'll tell him straight to his face that you're his girl and that the other guy should leave before he gets really angry.

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BLITZ ; Elias

• Elias loves when you're on top, letting you take controls is something he likes to do. with that being said, he's often the submissive one. the one to be teased, hands tied to the bed frame and the one to beg.

• occasionally he'll be in control, and when he does, boy you better believe he'll make your climax much more intense. Elias will also use dirty talk to you, only when he's in charge.

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holding your hands above you head with his hands, Elias bit and suck on your neck, marking all over you.

"mine." he growled as he rubbed your heat with his erection, mouth teasing you with bites and dirty words.

"all mine." with that, he pushed his entire length into you at once, making you moan out his name in both pleasure and surprise.

as Elias relentlessly pounded into you, he never stopped whispering to you about how he's going to be the only can that can touch you or make you feel this much pleasure.

"I'll make sure this cock is the only one that makes you feel this good." Elias groaned out as he pushed in to the hilt over and over again.

"we were just talking!" you cried out, feeling your climax coming soon.

"yeah, just talking to my girl. mine, I'll make sure you never look or entertain another guy" Elias growled at his grip on your tightened, his pace becoming more and more sloppy.

"I'm gonna cum baby, I'll make you mine, mine and only mine." he said as he let out one last moan of your name and soon let out all his cum into you.

reaching his hands down to rub your clit, his thrusting never stopped, determined to make your climax an unforgettable one.

"come on baby, I know you're close. cum for me. show me how much you love my cock, come on." Elias encouraged and his hands rubbed you faster, pushing you closer to the edge.

and when it finally happened, your body jerked around you climax washed over you, making Elias sigh and pulled you closer to him.

as the both of you recovered from the steamy session of the night. Elias sigh in pleasure and slowly pulled out of you, then pulling you on top of him and placing soft kisses on you're forehead.

"baby, was I too rough?"

shaking you head, you placed a kiss on his neck then buried your face on the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I just can't help it when I see another guy near you, I keep thinking that you'll eventually replace me with-"

cutting him off, you said to him,

"Elias, I love you and only you. I will never leave you for anyone else. besides, only you can give me this mind-blowing sex. "

chuckling, Elias nodded and tilted your chin up to face him, sharing a soft and loving kiss between the both of you.

"Elias?"

"yes? "

"I should make you jealous more."

"baby please no. "

*

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• similar to Dominic, he loves leaving marks on you and vice versa. and instead of hiding it, he'll show it to everyone by wearing singlets, low cut shirt or just pulling his collar down and showing his boys the marks that you left on his neck. of course not showing them the ones you left lower down his body.

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"look, she left one here too." Elias boasted to his team mates, Dominic, Marius and Monika, then pulling his collar down to show one of the many loves bites you left on his collar bone.

rolling his eyes, Dominic and Marius waved him off then went back to fixing their equipments while Monika just nodded and went back to typing on her phone.

just at the right time, you walked into the room, calling for Monika. and Elias's face lit up and he called out to you.

"hey sweetheart, could you come here for awhile?" Elias said as he reached his hands out to you.

as you walked closer to the group, Monika was mouthing to you, "don't!" while Dominic and Marius were just shaking their heads.

still confused, you stood beside Elias, asking him what's his reason for calling you over, to which he just responded by placing his arms around your waist and since he was sitting and you were standing, his face nuzzled into your chest.

"I just wanted to show them something!" his voice spoke up, muffled by your shirt.

"and that is? " you questioned him and placed your arms around his neck.

"oh no..." , "please don't, we've saw already." both Marius and Dominic whined out.

"sweet heart, show them the hickeys I left on you, I'm sure I left many of them last night-" Elias boasted.

"Elias, no." you deadpanned.

"Elias yes."

*

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• also Elias likes slow and sensual sex. not every steamy session is rough, most of them are sensual and love making rather than fucking. he like to show you his love for you during these nights.

• shower sex. when the both of you shower together, his hands will often start wandering around your body, squeezing whenever he wants to. his lips kissing softly on your neck then moving down to your shoulder, collarbone and eventually he'll move in front of you, and continue his journey down your body, which eventually leads to sweet love making.

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• Elias being the cheerful boy he is, he can turn your bad day into a good one. he'll embrace you in his arms anywhere and show everybody that the two of you are a better couple than anyone else in the world.

• PDA. doesn't matter if you're across the room or right beside him, instead of calling you with your name, he'll say things like, 'sweetheart', 'love' , 'doll'. he doesn't care that everyone else's attention is on the both of you. Elias will be Elias.

• jealous Elias is also a thing, he gets jealous very easily, like really really easily. some guy pats you on the back as a friendly gesture? jealous Elias comes over to you and takes your hands. your male teammates ask you out for lunch after a successful operation? jealous Elias interrupts and says that you already made plans with him.

part 2 of jealous Elias, if the two of you are out together and some guy gets too close to you, he'll come over and place his hands all over you, kiss your forehead, even softly tilt your head towards him and give you a kiss right in front of the other guy.

jealous Elias is best Elias.

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JAGER ; Marius

• Marius doesn't initiate most of the time, usually it's you that makes the first move of 'accidently' brushing your hands past his crotch or ass. and when he does initiate, he's the type to be a power bottom, hands always on your hips and setting the pace. not much of speaking but praises every now and then.

• but love bites is a must, he'll pull you down and leave his marks on your neck then licking over it once he's done. Marius's favorite spot to leave his marks on you are your neck, chest and hip. after he's done marking you, he'll admire the marks for a bit then thrust back into you.

• if he's feeling lucky, he'll ask if he can record it for his pleasure when you're not around, if you refuse he'll be okay with it. but if on certain occasions when you do agree, Marius will make the most out of it. • teasing Marius is something that you love to do, especially in public. whispering dirty things to him or just feeling him up. and if you were daring enough, you'll slip your hands under his pants, making him squirm around, whispering for you to stop but when you do, he'll whine and ask for more. or biting on his neck when he's working on his magpie, leaving small marks on his neck.

• Marius takes revenge on you for teasing him in public sometimes, sometimes he'll purposely work on his tech shirtless, stretching when you're around, giving you a good view of his muscles. or he'll leave small touches on your body, kisses and bites but never following up.

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• Marius is a person to show more affection in private than in public, not a huge fan of PDA. he'll hold your hand and that's about it. but when you're in private be ready to have a very clingy Marius around you.

he'll whine for you to come cuddle with him when you're still doing stuff or he'll lift you up from your chair, earning a loud groan from you, and then sit down and place you on his lap then his arms around your waist, head on your back, saying something like, "go on baby, I'll just cuddle you like this." or "don't let me distract you, I'll just wait here silently, at least I get to have body contact with my girl.".

• cuddling each other to sleep is a must, even after an argument. Marius's arms will be around you with his chest pressed against your back, occasional kisses to your head and 'I love you' coming from Marius. the moment you move away from his arms, he'll groan and whine, pulling you back to him, making waking up and leaving for anything difficult.

and if it's after an argument and he's at fault, he'll be stubborn at first, facing his back against you but eventually turning back around to face you, slowly placing his arms around you, whispering to you that he's sorry and that he'll never repeat his mistakes again, which you'll turn around and cuddle him back and forgiving him.

however if you're at fault, he'll sleep with his back facing you and not giving you a since ounce of attention. and you would have to call out for him before having any contact with him if not he'll become even more irritated. you'll just settle with lacing your hands together with his and sleeping like that, even you'll always wake up with his arms around you.

• Marius does just jealous very easily, but will never show it. he'll keep his jealously in till the both of you reach back to your shared room where he'll ask things like, 'do you love me?' , 'will you ever leave me for someone else?' and 'who's that guy you were taking to just now?'. and you'll usually have to spend hours convincing him that you love him and only him.

but when you do notice his stare towards both you and the guy you are talking to, you'll just excuse yourself and walk over to Marius, where he'll just pretend to look away. when you're near to him, you'll pull him into a hug and ask he was jealous, to which Marius will just deny over and over again by saying something like, 'no, I wasn't' , 'psshh what are you talking about?' but with a little more pressing from you, he'll let out a sigh and admit to you that he was indeed jealous. to which you'll just respond by kissing him in short burst on his cheeks and lips, making his laugh and place his arms around you, glad that all your attention is on him now.

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blitz x female reader | snuggling time turn steamy prompt

"Elias..stop. I'm trying to rest." you groaned when you felt Elias move his hands lower down your body and softly nibbling on your ear.

and instead of replying you, Elias started to slowly grind against your ass, his hands tight around your waist to keep you in place. "baby, can you feel how much i need you. you sleeping in my shirt, your underwear and nothing else make me so hard and-"

cutting Blitz off, you turned around and placed your lips on his and feel him pushing his body against yours, hands starting to push under your panties, reaching closer to your core. his kiss needy and tongue quickly sliding over yours, occasionally taking your lips between his teeth and sucking on it, leaving it plum and red.

leaning his forehead against you and his staggered breathing hot against your lips, "baby i need you so much.. i want so much to just take you right now." and without waiting for your response, Blitz pushed you onto your back and trapped you between the bed and his body, arms beside your head and his lips sucking and taking your skin between his teeth, and of course, his hips rolling against yours, letting you feel his erection.

"Elias.." you breathed out as you reached out and place your arms around his shoulder and pull him closer to you, placing his weight on your body as he continued to grind against you. Blitz moved his arms around your and held you tight against his hot body and his head on your neck letting his moans and grunts hit your ears as his pace became more rapid and needy.

Elias's grip on your back tighten and his breathing more labored but to your surprise, Elias stopped and catch his breath. "i'm not going to cum like this, i want the both of us to cum together. come baby, strip and we'll play." Elias grinned as he leaned back up and started taking his sweatpants off along with his underwear.

you looked up at Elias and admired his toned body and thick upright cock, making you drool over the sight. seeing you, Blitz chuckled as he leaned back down to you and started moving his hands under your shirt, well technically his, and placed his hands on your breasts, rubbing his fingers over your perk nipples. as moans leave your lips, Elias hummed out in pride with a smirk.

"you like this? or does my kitten want something more?" Elias then started grinding against your core and moved his hands up the shirt that you're wearing, hiking the shirt up even more till it reaches your neck. raising your hand above your head, Elias pulled the shirt over your head but stopped it at your wrist and using the rolled up shirt to tie both your hands together.

he then proceeded to slowly pull down your underwear, balling the material up in his hands and bringing it to his face, sniffing it for a few moments then throwing it aside, making you arch your hips up to his, wanting contact against his hard cock.

"my kitten's looking so good, makes me want to eat you up." Elias breathed out as he leaned back down then use his hands to push your legs apart, taking his place between it and hold his erection in his hands, rubbing it up and down your slit, occasionally brushing past your clit, making you moan out your lover's name.

as he licked your neck and continued to tease you, you knew that he wanted you to beg for him. Elias's hot breath on your neck and his tongue leaving trails of saliva and small red and brusied marks on your neck.

sighing, you moved your hips impatiently. "kitten, you know what i want to hear.. say the word and i'll fuck you so hard.. all i need is to hear the magic words from my sexy kitten.."

"please Elias..."

"wrong, try again my hungry cockslut."

moaning in frustration you cried out, "please sir, give me that cock i need so much."

deciding to tease you even more, well more like use his authority against you, Elias moved one of his hands up to your throat and tightened his grip around your throat, "tell me what you want, does my little slut want her master's cock in her or does she want to be left like this, all horny and needy for master's cock, hm? tell me what you want babygirl."

letting out a moan, you looked Elias dead in the eye and moaned out, "please give me your cock master, i'll be a good girl and take it all."

this drove Elias over the edge and he pushed his cock all the way into you in one swift motion, making the both of you let out a moan, and soon Elias started thrusting in and out of you rapidly, all this while he keeps his large hands around your neck, reaching his fingers into your mouth, "suck little slut, suck on my fingers like you would with my cock."

and you did as told, swiping your tongue over his fingers, softly grazing your teeth against his fingers, "that's right baby, make it wet." when Elias deemed it wet enough, he pulled his hands away from your mouth and neck, then moved it down to the part where his cock and your tight opening connected, trailing it softly against your clit.

looking down at his cock sinking into your tight opening, Elias gritted his teeth and growled, "get ready baby, today master's fingers are coming into play too." slowing down his pace, Elias grinned at you and slowly started to push his fingers into you alongside his cock, filling you up even more.

as he continued to push into you with both his finger and cock, you felt yourself going crazy with pleasure, whenever Elias's cock was halfway out, his finger would be inside rubbing against your sweet spot and when his fingers are out, his big cock would be filling you up, there was never a moment when you were empty.

"good girl... such a good girl for your master. as a reward," Elias added another finger, making it two of his fingers in you, "i'll make sure to drive you crazy today."

at this point you were just babbling out Elias's name over and over again, your mind too hazy to even construct a proper sentence, all you could think of was reaching your climax and getting Elias to his as well.

"Elias.. Elias.." you breathed out over and over, making your boyfriend grin and thrust into you harder, moving his fingers faster, rubbing against your sweet spot faster, bringing you closer to the edge and you knew, he doesn't like it when you cum without his permission, so you tried your very best to make out a sentence, begging him to let you cum.

"master.. master please let.. let .." you trailed off hoping that Elias would understand let it slide this time as your mind was still  hazy and your hands has already gone limp from the pleasure that Elias was giving you.

"hm? what do you want baby? tell me, beg me, beg your master. you've been a good girl, don't break the chain my little slut." Elias growled as he moved his fingers faster and his hips slapping against you faster and frequent.

"please let your good slut cum master. i've been good, please master.." you managed to moan out and looked at Elias hopefully.

grinning, Elias nodded and pulled his fingers out and sucks his fingers, licking in between his fingers, making sure to clean his finger and all this while keeping eye contact with you. his actions driving you closer and soon you felt your climax reaching soon.

the room was filled with sounds of skin slapping and moans from both you and Elias. the musky smell of sweat filled the room as well from the thin layer of sweat on both your body and your boyfriend's.

soon your breath became even more labored and Elias knew that you were gonna cum soon so he reached his fingers down your clit and started rubbing it in circular motion and his praises towards you becoming more frequent.

leaning down to your ears, Elias started to whisper dirty things to you, letting his hot and uneven breathing hit your ears with every filthy word spoken from his sinful mouth.

"cum baby, show me how much you love master's cock."

"go on my little slut, i want to feel you tighten around my cock then i'll make sure to fill you up with my cum."

"or do you want me to cum into your dirty little mouth? i'll make sure you swallow all of it, not even a single drop wasted."

as your climax wash over you like a wave, your back arched, hips buckling against Elias's and cries of Elias's name spilled out of your mouth. even after your climax, Elias kept thrusting into you, making your body jerk out of sensitivity from your recent high.

"such a good girl, i love you so much baby girl. such a good girl to master's cock.." as he continued to babble dirty words to you, his grip on your hips tightened, signalling that his climax was coming soon. deciding to edge him even more, you started to moan out dirty things to your boyfriend.

"give me your cum master, i want all of it please." you breathed out, locking eyes with your boyfriend. letting out a groan, Elias's pace started to become more sloppy and his fingernails gripping onto your hips to keep you in place as he relentlessly pounded into you.

"baby girl, i'm gonna cum. i love you so much." keeping his lips on your neck, Elias bit down harshly and let out a long and loud groan and you felt his cum spurt in thick ropes into you, making you arch your hips into his.

his chest heaving against yours as he softly whispered praises into your ears. "you were so good baby, i love you so much.."

smiling, you move your tied hands to his back, "i love you too Elias, so very much."

you heard him let out a chuckle then a high sigh, letting his breath become more even. slowly pulling himself out of you, Elias placed his arms tightly around you and he sure as hell won't ever be letting go of you.

"Elias?"

"yes baby?"

"can you untie me now? i want to hug you so badly."

chuckling, Elias nodded and moved his hands to your and started to untie your hands, throwing the shirt onto the floor after he's done.

"there you go, now hug me."

laughing you nodded and place your arms around your boyfriend's waist, holding him tightly against you.

"i love you baby girl."

"i love you too Elias."

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blitz x reader | jealous sex [smut]

hello readers, this is a series based on the following prompts:

-  jealous blitz - teasing blitz for the whole day - snuggle time leads to a steamy session - blitz wanting to show off hickeys and leaving more on you

this is part one, enjoy!

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as you joked with your male team mates, you leaned in and placed your hand on their shoulder, another hand holding your stomach as you laughed together with them.

"and then Grace (Dokkaebi) told Chul Kyung (Vigil) that she found his porn collection!" James (Smoke) wheezed out as he pounded his fits on the table, Seamus (Sledge) practically howling with laughter and leaned his head on your shoulder.

paying no attention to the physical contact, you let it slide as your attention was on the story that James was sharing with you. "do you have any more of these stories? i need to hear them." Seamus choked out and placed his arms around your shoulder and continued to leaned his head on your shoulder.

nodding, James started sharing his other hilarious stories, half way through his sharing, James looked behind you and jerked his head to someone coming towards you from behind.

"hey Elias, sit down with us, we're-" James told Elias while patting the spot on the bench beside him.

turning around, you saw your boyfriend with a scowl on his face and he interrupted James by pulling you away from Seamus's grip and hugging you tightly as he glared at Sledge.

"Elias, man i didn't mean to-" Sledge raised both his hands in the air as he tried to explain to Blitz what was going on.

"stay away from her and don't touch her again." with that, Blitz dragged you away from both the guys as you gave a sorry look to the boys and they waved it off, James having a smirk on his face.

as you stumbled to keep up with Blitz's pace, you tugged on his hands, asking him to slow down and explain what was going on, "Elias, slow down! what's going on?"

instead of replying to your question, Blitz stopped walking and turned to you then threw you over his shoulder with his hands on your ass and before you could question and yell at him even more, his hands gave your ass a smack then growled, "you belong to me and only me, only i can touch you."

keeping quiet  as Blitz continued to tell you how he was going to punish you when the both of you got back to your shared room or how he was going to leave his marks you so that other can see who you belong to.

"I'll make you scream my name so loud that everyone knows who's making you feel this good and who you belong to." Blitz claimed as his hands continued to smack and squeeze your ass, occasionally using his fingers to trace over you heat through your pants and underwear, making you jerk in surprise as you let out a yelp of surprise.

"Elias! stop it, we're outside!" you managed to speak up with his fingers still teasing your heat, rubbing past your clit every now and then. Elias turning his head to leave a kiss on your thigh and biting it despite your pants still being on.

soon, the both of you reached your shared dorm and after you heard the door lock, you felt yourself being thrown onto the couch, looking up at Blitz and reaching out to him. Elias eyes locked onto yours as he started to remove his shirt, exposing his toned chest to you and climbed on top of you, straddling your waist and grinding down, making you feel his erection.

leaning down to reach your neck, Blitz lightly bit down onto your neck then sucking over the skin, licking over as well and pulling back to admire the mark he left on your neck. Elias continued to leave his love bites on your neck, his hand trailing down to the waistline of your underwear, his fingers teasing you by pushing his fingers into your underwear then pulling back out.

"Elias..please don't tease me-" you gasped out but Elias's placed his lips on yours and forced his tongue into your mouth and sliding it over yours, cutting you off mid-sentence.

pulling away from your mouth, he took your lips between his lips and sucked a little on it, then whispered to you, "keep quiet kitten, if you don't, I'll make sure your punishment will be even worst. the only time you speak is when i asked you to, okay kitten?"

nodding, you looked at Blitz and knew exactly what he wanted you to do, raising your arms above your head, showing complete submission to Blitz. smirking at you, Blitz moved down your body and hiking your shirt up and placed his bite marks on your stomach as his hands moved up under your bra to cup your breast in his hands, massaging it and  running his fingers over your already perked up nipple.

abruptly pulling away from you, making you whine for more and Elias just smirked at your response. standing beside your head, Elias took off his pants and underwear, his erection right beside your face and he took it and rubbed it against your lips, making your open your mouth on instinct but Blitz pulled away from you and then went to pull your pants down away from you and took his spot back on your laps, straddling your waist once again.

this tine, his sat so that his crotch was on your thigh and started to grind against your thigh. as he continued to rut against you, his hands gestured for you to remove your shirt and you did, leaving you in your bra. trailing his hands from your stomach to your chest then moving under your bra and fondling your breast, fingers brushing over and lightly pinching your erect nipples.

"look what you did to your master, all jealous and horny for you. so needy for you that i can't even wait till we reach our bed room. i'm gonna have to take you right here." Blitz cooed to you and removing his hands from your chest and ghosted it down nearer and nearer to your heat, where you needed him the most.

as he started to tease you though your underwear, his fingers rubbing your clit and pushing into you with the tip of his fingers then pulling back out, all this leaving you a mess, moaning his name and begging for more.

"look at this, you're so wet for me. so ready for me, such a good girl. my good girl. tell me, what do you want?" Elias teased as he removed his fingers away from your slit to his erection, red and hard, ready to burry himself deep into you.

"i want you.." you called out to him, wanting to move your arms around him but remembering who was in charge right now.

"want me to do what, kitten?" Blitz faked an innocent look as he tilted his head to the side, his hands never stopping his pace on his hard cock. "do you want me inside you? with my fingers, tongue or my cock?"

"your.." you felt your face heat up, feeling embarrassed about having to say it out loud.

"say it. i want to hear it." Elias continued to pump his hard cock at a steady pace and this time, teasing your clothed slit with the head of his erection.

"i..i want your cock please."

"please who?"

"please sir.."

nodding in victory, Blitz commanded you to lay on your stomach and ass up in the air, just the way he likes it. complying to him, you waiting for him to take you roughly, but it never came. turning back to face him, you gave him a puzzled look, hoping that he would have mercy on you and give you what you need.

Elias was staring at your slit, his hands on you ass and soon he moved his face to your core and gave it a lick through your underwear which was already soaked from his teasing.

"you thought i would give it to you so easy? you were misbehaving and still expect to get what you want? not right, kitten. I'll tease you for as long as i want, after all, this pussy belongs to me." Elias breathed out against your core then used his fingers to push your underwear away and exposing your wet and needy core to him.

"so beautiful and mine. only i can make you feel this good." with that Elias's tongue flicked your clit then licking over your slit, fingers pushing in and out of you.  the only sounds that filled the air was his slurping and fast paced breathing against your core, along with him saying things like, "mine." , "feel that kitten? it's me that's making you feel so good." and "my property."

all this while, your mind was hazy with lust and needy for Elias's rough fuck. after many steamy nights with your boyfriend, you knew what to do when you want him to get straight to pounding you hard and fast, that was making him angry and pushing him to immediately claim you as his.

"we were just..talking." you panted out, knowing that this would make him even more jealous and horny.

pulling away from your core, Elias growled as his hands went around your neck and layed his body over yours, his erection right outside you slit making you feel the heat radiating off his cock.

"just talking? his hands all over you, you call that just talking?" Elias growled as he took his hands off your neck and moved it down to your underwear, pushing it aside and his other hands positioning his cock to your entrance.

"such a bad girl, master's going to teach you a lesson, a lessons of who you belong to." with that, he pushed the bulbous head of his cock into your core and moving his free hand to your hair and pulling it while he looked down to see your core taking his hard cock in.

without giving you time to adjust, Elias started to pound his way in and out of you, keeping a rough and fast pace, his mouth right beside your ears whispering dirty thing to you.

as you smiled, knowing that your plan was successful, you couldn't help but let out moans and cries of your lover's name. his hard cock hitting all the right places, coupled with his fingers moving quickly in circles on your clit and his dirty talk, you felt your orgasm coming.

Elias was not very quiet either, his moans and grunts filling your ears. the room was filled with both yours and his moans of pleasure, not forgetting the sound of skin slapping together, all thanks to Elias's rough pace.

"i can feel your pussy tightening around me, baby. come on, show me how good my cock makes you feel, cum around my cock baby." Elias moaned out as he felt you tighten around his cock.

biting down on your hands, you could feel your orgasm coming nearer and nearer to you. Elias's pace never slowing down, his hands still having the same tight grip on your hair, pulling your head backwards and back arched in pleasure.

"that's it baby, cum on my cock. i know you're close, i'm not going to cum till you do so, need to teach you who you belong to." Elias growled as his sped up and moved his hands to your shoulder, holding you in place and and making you take him deeper into you.

soon, your orgasm washed over you, making you cry out Elias's name as your mind went blank for seconds and all you could think of was how good Elias was making you feel.

"you feel so good baby, you're going to get your reward soon, kitten. tell me what you want." Elias moaned out, his grip on your shoulder tightening, nails digging into your skin.

"please sir, give me your cum." you cried out, still sensitive from your first orgasm and at the pace that Elias was going at, you felt your second orgasm coming soon.

"that's right kitten, you belong to me, this pussy is mine, I'll make sure to mark it with my cum, deep inside you." he groaned out and soon, you felt his warm cum gush into you, filling you up with his love and along with it was your second orgasm.

as the both of you stayed in place, recovering from your highs, breath uneven and chest heaving, Elias took took off your underwear and bra, throwing it away to somewhere the room and then pulling you into his embrace and pulled you tightly against his chest as he muttered, "mine" over and over again.

turning around, you let Elias fall to your chest and place his head between your breast, all this while his cock softening inside you but Elias made no move to pull out.

"i love you so much, so very much." Elias whispered as his grip around you tightened.

laughing softly, you nodded and place your arms around him, "i love you too Elias, you and only you."

not hearing any response from him, you looked down to find his fast asleep on your chest, arms tightly around you. looking around you, you let out a small laugh as you thought,

'well, guess we're sleeping on the couch tonight then.'

[wastedr00k]

blitz x reader | teasing prompt

in blitz’s point of view!

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i could feel her touch, her voice and her body. so near yet so far. she's bee sending so many suggestive pictures to me for the past few days, so many snapchat snaps of her and her wonderful body, teasing me and never giving me what i want, not even a picture, let alone a video. of course i screenshot all of them, after all it's picture of my baby girl. now that i think about it, why did i even agree to let her go and stay over with her friends when we are both on break.

if she's here, i'll make sure that her neck is covered in my love bites, my hands wander about her body, touching every single part, squeezing every now and then. i can imagine her light moans, her nails digging into my skin and her begging for more.

subconsciously, my hands wander down to my crotch and under my boxers, tracing over my erection like she would if she was here, she likes to tease me like this and i used to hate it so much, but now? i miss it so god damn much, i rather have her here, teasing me, than me having to dream about her.

slowly pumping myself, my back arched as i imagined it was her that's blowing me. my hands through her hair, pulling on it and pushing her down on my cock till the hilt, i can feel her saliva pooling at the bottom of my cock as she gags on my cock, what a feeling.

my hand's grip on my cock tightened as my imagination went wild, thinking about how i'm going to claim her as mine, show her how much i missed her, how badly i need her. make sure she'll never choose her friends ever again.  

when she gets back, i'll make sure to pound into her so damn hard she'll be numb after i'm done with her. i want to try carrying her up, or against the wall, my arms under her legs and her hand tight around my neck. i would make sure to leave her underwear on, just pushing away her panties and stuffing my cock into her. making sure i rub against her clit with my lower stomach as i bounce her up and down on my cock, i can already imagine how her moans would sound, how her head would rest on my shoulder or how her nails would dig into my back as i continue to relentlessly pound into her.

or i could pick her up the moment she steps in the house and throw her onto the couch and leave my love bites all over her,  she'll know who's in charge today. tearing off her shirt, i don't care how much it costs then slowly move down her body, my hands teasing her slit by running up and down it but never pushing it in, my mouth kissing and leaving wet marks over her chest and stomach. licking over her slit and sucking on her clit with her underwear still on, i know that drives her crazy. i can already hear her moans and her fingers digging into my skin, her begging me to give her what she wants, but i'll  make her wait and tease her like how she teased me these past three days.

i'll take my time with her, fingering her as slow as i want, sucking on her clit as lightly as i want, only giving her what she wants when i'm happy with her begging. and when i am satisfied with her begging, i'll pull her wet underwear away along with her bra, tease her even more by rubbing her slit with the head of my cock, occasionally pushing in only to pull out and continue teasing her. i can imagine her getting impatient and yell for me to fuck her already, her brows knitted together in sexual frustration, her eyes glaring at me, usually she's the one in control but today it's my turn to punish her, hard.

and when i'm happy with my teasing, i'll push my cock into her in one thrust, till the hilt too. her face would finally become relaxed and she'll smile, finally getting what she wants, but soon her mouth would form an 'o' shape from the pleasure i'm giving her as she feels my cock rub her special spot, or just how hard and fast i'm pounding her. i can hear her moaning out my name over and over again as she reaches for me to leave some love marks of hers on me.

i'll then raise her hips up to push my cock even deeper into her, making her-

"Elias? you're starting without me already?"

i immediately snapped out of my daydream and fantasy and turned my head to my side and saw my baby girl leaning against the door frame arms crossed with a smirk on her face.

reaching out her her, she complied as she crawled into bed and placed her hands on my rock hard erection from thinking about how i want to take her, claim and mark her, then slowly pumping up and down with her hands, god did it feel heavenly.

"you're back early, thought you'll be home tomorrow instead of today?" i asked then bit down my lips, hands griping onto the sheets as her hands sped up.

"yeah, but i wanted to come back early to spend some..quality time with my boy. tell me what were you thinking about baby?" she said as she leaned down slowly and soon her mouth was tightly around my cock.

my breath hitched as i bucked my hips to her mouth, moving my hands onto her head and kept it in place as i thrust my hips up and down, essentially face fucking her and i know she loves it from all our steamy nights together.

as she used her mouth to please me, i could feel my climax coming soon, "baby..i'm gonna cum, you feel so good." i moaned out as i thrust into her mouth faster, i could feel her gagging but i'm so close, i'm gonna cum in her mouth.

"baby..i'm gonna cum in your mouth, keep your mouth there." i growled as i felt my cock twitch and soon my cum filled her mouth, holding her head in place, i let out a moan as i felt pleasure wash over me.

slowly puling her off my cock, she looked up at me with my cum dribbling down her chin, her eyes hazy and hair messy from my rough face fucking. she looks absolutely gorgeous like this, knowing where her place is.

"never tease me like this again baby, if not i'm going to have to punish you even harder." i joked as i pulled her up and she layed her head on chest and arms around me, my arms tightly around her.

"yes sir."

stroking her hair, i placed a soft kiss on her head, "i love you and i missed you so much baby."

but getting no response, i look ed down to her and saw her already fast asleep. chuckling, i pulled her closer and started to drift off to sleep, thinking about how i want to take her later. i'm barely done with her yet, tonight's going to be interesting.

[vampsquerade]

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Characters I’ll Write For: Rainbow Six Siege/Extraction and Call of Duty. This may change later on, however, once I feel like branching out!

Rainbow Six Siege/Extraction:

Chul Kyung “Vigil” Hwa

Olivier “Lion” Flament

Erik “Maverick” Thorn

Jordan “Thermite” Trace

Miles “Castle” Campbell

Gustave “Doc” Kateb

Gilles “Montagne” Touré

Julien “Rook” Nizan

Saif “Oryx” Al Hadid

Dominic “Bandit” Brunsmeier

Elias “Blitz” Kötz

Marius “Jäger” Streicher

Sébastien “Buck” Côte

Håvard “Ace” Haugland

Mark “Mute” Chandar

Mike “Thatcher” Baker

James “Smoke” Porter

Seamus “Sledge” Cowden

César “Goyo” Ruiz Hernández

Masaru “Echo” Enatsu

Liu Tze “Lesion” Long

Collinn “Warden” McKinley

Aleksandr “Tachanka” Senaviev

Maxim “Kapkan” Basuda

Timur “Glaz” Glazkov

Shuhrat “Fuze” Kessikbayev

Ryad “Jackal” Ramírez Al-Hassar

Call of Duty:

John “Soap” MacTavish

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Captain John Price

Phillip Graves

Talon

König

Hong-jin “Horangi” Kim

Zhiqiang “Zimo” Wong

Jesus “Chuy” Ordaz

Enzo Reyes

Sobieslaw “Gromsko” Kościuszko

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Sebastian “Krueger” Krueger

Hans “Golem” Blaustein

Benjamin “Otter” Lee

Jackson Wyatt

Valeria “El Sin Nombre” Garza

Alejandro Vargas

Alex Keller

Gary “Roach” Sanderson

Sergio “Morte” Sulla

Vladimir Makarov

Thibault “Riptide” Lefebre

Roland “Swagger” Kaminski

What I Will Write:

Fluff

Light Smut (Vanilla)

Heavy Smut (Hardcore: dubcon, consensual non-con, and somnophilia are allowed under the circumstances that you explicitly specify that reader in the scenario will be consenting to it. if you aren’t comfortable requesting or reading that there will be time for you to scroll away. Doing this has helped me with my trauma.)

Angst (good, neutral, and bad endings)

NSFW Alphabets

SFW Alphabets

Character/Reader: Friends to Lovers

Character/Reader: Enemies to Lovers

Sick Character or Sick Reader

Gender Neutral, Female, and Male Readers

Mental Health (c-PTSD, Depression, Insomnia, and Anxiety will be the only ones I write about because those are of the few things I have been diagnosed with. I am not romanticizing these at all, keep that in mind)

Omegaverse (Alpha/Beta/Omega Character or Alpha/Beta/Omega Reader)

Monsterfucking

Multiple Partners (Exceptions will sometimes be made if I like the prompt enough)

Substance Use (only weed and alcohol)

Cheating and Toxic Relationships (My therapist has recommended I try to write stuff that helps ease off the trauma I’ve gotten from these)

Stalking

What I Will NOT Write:

Incest

Blatant Rape

Domestic Abuse

Child Abuse

Animal Abuse

Racism

Transphobia

Homophobia

Torture

Comforting Self-Harm (I used to allow this one but I’ve been in therapy for this for a good while now and it will trigger a relapse if I ever write for it again. Very slim chances of me writing for prompts like these ever again)

Suicide (Very, very, very slim chances of me ever making an exception for it)

Any obscure or gross fetishes/kinks

Character/Character (Exceptions can be made for this though!)

Pregnancy (I never properly addressed or clarified any of this and would like to apologize for what it was previously listed as. I am avoiding fetishization of anybody who can get pregnant because I have received 2 asks by the same person back in August and as you can tell, I never wrote them because they were offensive fetish prompts centered around stereotypes. There are no exceptions for this one)

Thank you very much for requesting!!