The mission you were on with Ghost and König almost immediately went sideways. Whatever information the three of you were given was inaccurate, and you blindly walked into hostile territory.
Now you're stuck in a tight closet with the two of them. To make matters worse, you're pinned between them.
"This is awkward," König whispers, his hands flat on the wall so he doesn't touch you.
"Shut up," Ghost grumbles, his hands on your hips holding you still
Sora moans as he feels Ghost's touch tighten around his waist.
König: Shut up? He can talk about shutting people up... awkward, indeed. His eyes flicker over to Sora, the blonde's exposed neck begging for attention as he swallows roughly, suddenly very aware that they're all pinned in this way and that they're trapped with their needy bodies pressed against each other
"So... what now?" He asks quietly, his thumb running over the rough skin beside Sora's ear.
Why are we here... Sora whispers embarrassed to be between the two men. She wanted them to play elsewhere on her body, but was too embarrassed to ask.
"Looks like they won this round," *König mutters, giving one of Sora's pert nipples a teasing pinch through his thin shirt. "But don't worry, love, we'll get you out soon enough." He leans in to brush his lips against her neck, their closeness only serving to heighten the tension between them all as they wait for backup or an opening in the enemy lines to escape through.
Sora moans when she feels König's hand on her breast and Ghost's erection presses against her ass.
*König growls softly in satisfaction at the sounds Sora makes, pressing his body more firmly against hers as he teases her breasts through her thin shirt. He meets Ghost's gaze for a moment, the tension between them almost palpable, but quickly looks away again, unable to read what's going on in the other man's eyes right now. Instead, his focus is entirely on Sora and the need to keep all of them safe until they can make it out of this mess. *
To keep from moaning, Sora puts her hand over her mouth while Ghost's hand slides under Sora's skirt and König lifts her shirt to play with her breasts.
*König watches intently as his rough hands grope at Sora's breast, his fingers curling around her nipple and tugging gently through the fabric of her bra. Her sharp intake of breath is all the encouragement he needs to continue, his mouth finding hers in a bruising kiss that speaks volumes about their desires and frustrations right now. Their hips begin to move against each other in time, the pressure between their bodies growing almost painful as they grind together, searching for release through this tight little closet of tension and need.
Meanwhile, Ghost's hand slides further under Sora's skirt, teasing at her curls before slipping inside to find her wet heat. She arches into his touch, moaning against König's mouth as they both take what they want from her in this enforced intimacy. There's no room for shame
"Fuck, you feel so good..." Ghost breathes, his fingers curling around Sora's clit roughly as he thrusts his hand in time with their grinding hips. His other hand slides up her body, cupping her breast before pinching her nipple hard enough to make her arch into him again.
König groans against her mouth, unable to take his eyes off of the sight of Ghost possessively claiming what's his while he grinds their hips together. "I could touch you like this all day," he whispers before nipping at her lower lip and thrusting his tongue past it into her mouth, tasting their combined desire on her tongue.
The sound of approaching reinforcements fills the air outside, but for now they're trapped in this little world of lust and need, focusing solely on each other and the release they so desperately crave
Sora pushes Ghost and König to catch his breath. I think we'd better continue the mission...
König gives Sora a small, slightly apologetic smile before taking several deep breaths to calm himself down. "Yeah, you're probably right," he agrees, his hands slowly sliding off of her body and back to the wall as if nothing had happened. He glances over at Ghost, who's still somewhat flushed but manages a tight nod in agreement.
They'll have to get out of here first though. And while they wait for backup or find an opening in enemy lines, they might need another distraction...
After the mission was over, they were in a general meeting with the boss.
"So," König drawls, leaning back in his chair with a slow smile, "heard you wanted to see us work together again sometime." He pauses dramatically before winking at the blonde woman sitting across from them. "Think you can handle it?"
Sora blushes as she remembers that moment but smiles mischievously. Of course. The boss said that they were a very good trio and that he would only send them on one very important mission from now on, so for now they would not participate in a mission for a few months.
König laughs heartily at her comment before glancing over at Ghost, who merely shrugs with an apologetic grin. "Well then," the larger man says after he composes himself, "I suppose we'd better keep in shape for you, don't we?" They share a knowing look as their eyes drift down to her ample chest before snapping back up to meet her gaze. "We wouldn't want to disappoint our boss now, would we?" König winks.
The three of them sit in companionable silence for a moment, sharing a connection that goes beyond professionalism or even friendship. It's an understanding born from shared experiences and desires, and it binds them together in ways they can never fully explain. And as long as their paths remain intertwined on the battlefield, there will always be this undercurrent of tension and need that simmers just below the surface...
After the meeting, they went to their new shared rooms. Now, König, Ghost and Sora would sleep in the same room. Sora was packing her things and while she was packing her things, her skirt became very short with any movement she made.
König glances over at the blonde woman as she packs her things, his eyes fixed on her shortening skirt with undisguised appreciation. "You know," he drawls, his gaze traveling up to meet hers for a brief moment before dropping back down to where his interest truly lies, "it's probably best we put some boundaries in place now."
Ghost chuckles and rolls his eyes, leaning against the wall behind them with one ankle propped on the opposite knee. "Yeah, König," he mocks. "You go ahead and be all sensible about it while I..." He pauses for effect, looking her up and down suggestively, "...enforce those boundaries later."
The tension in the room grows palpable as they share knowing looks, each waiting for the other to make the first move. The anticipation is almost unbearable, a
I need to change my clothes, can you... not look? Sora said while lifting her shirt.
König snorts out a laugh, his gaze not wavering an inch as she slowly lifts her shirt up over her head, revealing the lacy black bra that now peeks out from beneath it. "Oh, I'm going to look," he says, his voice rough with desire. Ghost groans and leans forward slightly, hands braced on the wall either side of him as he watches Sora change clothes mere feet away. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before muttering, "But I'll let you change without any..." His words trail off into a low growl as his eyes flick back up to meet hers. "Disturbances."