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sarahblueskyyyy · 1 year ago

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Contract

MDNI!!! Barrack Bunny! Reader, Phillip Graves x Reader, Shadows x Reader, rough sex, vaginal sex, gangbang (imaginations), PWP, cock-warming, degradation, bang bang on table, plus-sized reader, etc.

Even before you lift your fist to knock on the polished wooden door—you already knew the reason why you were summoned by the commander.

“Come on in.”

The corners of your lips are pulled upwards, something you can’t deter anyway. Your grip on the door’s handle makes a click sound, and you step into the simple office of his. And when you close the door, you use the nudge of your back and backwards.

Phillip Graves forms a thin smile. His gaze is still directed at the pile of documents on top of his desk; he pretends to disregard the newly discovered existence of a certain someone in his private room.

“Anything you need, Commander?” you ask him cheerfully. Your grin widens as you get closer to him. If being imbecilic is the core rule, two can play the game. You’ll obediently carry out the objective. “I heard you were searching for me.”

Graves lets out a soft scoff. He puts down the papers and utilizes his stretching hands to push him away a little from the desk. The chair’s wheels roll, and it broadens your visual range.

You bite onto your lower lips and swallow down a smile—a futile effort, for your eyes glint when you see him sitting on his chair with a prominent erection. His cock stiffens with every vein carved perfectly on the shaft up to the bulbous tip, leaking with pre-cum already.

“Sit.”

“Yes, Sir.”

You gracefully bless him with a show. You tug on your pants’ button, take it off, and shove it down. Your fingers, playing around the hem of your underwear, nudge it until it reaches the knees before your legs stomp it off. You eliminate the distance between the two of you, facing each other, and you are ready to sit on his dick before he shakes his head.

“Turn around, doll.”

You nod faithfully. Your body spins, and now your ass is aligned with his chest. You crawl down slowly. The blue-eyed man’s fingers dip into your hips. The other arm strokes his own length, positioning it near your hole—glazing and pulsating.

You lower your body carefully. Your vulva caresses the tip of his cock, rubs it gently before it enters you, and fits like a key to its hole.

However, patience is never his strong suit. He wraps his arms around your plush stomach, pulling you down in one swift motion, and the plump of your ass hits his pelvis. His cock, hard and girthy, scrapes the velvety walls of yours. Your spongy inside is fluttering around his dick, and your yelp is forced out from the base of your throat. Your back’s arched as his erection stretches apart your tight, spongy muscles.

He groans and chuckles with contentment. His hug on your body is firm, and his chest is pressing against your back. You elicit another pained moan—a genuine manifestation of the pleasure and throbbing burn in your cunt. You feel so full and get teared in half at the same time.

“Already this wet?” His whisper, which is not louder than a breath, grazes the crook of your neck. It jolts you with a shiver that runs from your spine towards your pussy. His fingers creep on your shaking thighs that are spreading out on top of his own. His thumb rests on your hard clit, red and tiny, yet stands so bravely in the air, as if inviting any naked eyes to abuse it. He presses down on it, circling it. “This base’s favorite whore, hm-mnn?”

“Graves ...,” you mewl his name. So spoiled, so sweetly—you anchor your temple to the curve between his neck and shoulder.

“Mhmm.” The man netles his hands on your chest, covered by a simple t-shirt without a bra—your nipples poke through it. He pinches on those leisurely. “I have a proposition, by the way.”

You suck in a deep breath and exhale it—steady and slow.

“A proposition?”

Graves swings his legs forward to push the chair, once again glued to the edge of the desk. The simple course of action pushes his engorged tip more towards the base of your womb, which slides even deeper. You groan at the feeling.

“It’s no longer a secret that you fuck with everyone on the base,” he starts. He reaches for stapled papers from the left rear of the table and drags them to the center. His right hand settles for a pen, knocking the pointy side onto the wooden material. “I thought it was time to appreciate you.”

“Huh.” You blink a few times. Try your hardest to focus on the written words in front of you.

“This,” Graves says, throwing his index finger at the first lines on the first paper. “It is a contract. I’ve discussed this with the shadows, and they are very much in agreement. The ball’s in your hand. Of course—you’ll be compensated for your service, so read it well and carefully.”

You frown and wish to dispute that this is not the right time to sign any work contract. However, your eyes fall on the lined-up words, and your lips shut silently.

LETTER OF AGREEMENT

Name, date of birth, division, specialization …, you murmur inside your heart, taking in every letter.

The written agreement that is listed below involves 2 (TWO) PARTIES:

Phillip Graves, as the FIRST PARTY (along with his SHADOWS) initiates a cooperative sexual contract with the SECOND PARTY, [Full Name].

[Full Name] as the SECOND PARTY will be facilitated, compensated, and gratified for the service they provide. The settlement includes:

Increase in fixed salary,

Healthcare,

Et cetera.

Your jaw drops wide.

“You serious?”

“Of course I do. Read it until the end.”

You wince softly when he shifts his hips. Your cunny is getting sloppier, slicker—in each second. Yet Graves doesn’t intend to move at all—not yet, anyway.

With this letter and after careful consideration for the interests of both sides, the details of the contract and its regulations are attached on the next page.

You flip the paper swiftly. Letters form words, and words form paragraphs, neatly printed on the white paper. “You’re surely joking, Commander.”

His chest rumbles with a chuckle. Thin, short lines frame the sides of his squinted eyes. His arms slip underneath your shirt, making direct contact with your soft tits. He squeezes them down, feeling the curves and the fat that forms your massive breast, and you choke down an involuntary whimper.

“No—not at all. Your cunny has been a home for too many cocks at the base. Recognizing the kind gesture is the least I can do.”

You really feel the urge to massage your temple as your eardrums catch his filthy language.

“Read more,” he encourages you. His lips curl into a crooked smile. “I can do this all night. Read it carefully and ask me if there is anything you don’t understand.”

You proceed with your reading.

1. During sexual intercourse, the FIRST PARTY has the responsibility to pay attention to the consent, the well-being, and the limitations of the SECOND PARTY.

2. Referring to the first point, consent and concerns include:

The usage of external contraception devices,

Prior discussion of the rules, fetishes, and kinks that will be applied during the activity,

Comply and exercise the agreed-upon safe words,

Et cetera. (Regulation points will be added and enforced if necessary.)

3. The SECOND PARTY has the rights and obligations to report and grant sanctions with the approval of the FIRST PARTY [Phillip Graves] if any of the bullet’s points were to be violated.

So serious, you think. However, your smile blooms and fills your round cheeks. Of course, considering all things, what you have been doing with everyone is a combination of fun and carelessness. You don’t have any problem with that, nor do you pay too much heed to this whole escapade. However, when you are offered clear rules and objectives with your well-being in mind, of course it’ll feel safer. Fuck hard, play hard—but safely done.

4. Considering the nature of the sexual activity that is conducted, the FIRST PARTY is obligated to provide the necessary needs and health care for the SECOND PARTY. The utility includes:

Routine STD tests and checks-ups for both PARTIES [Phillip Graves, Shadows] [Full Name],

Provide medical assistance and aid such as hormonal contraception, vaccination (AIDS, HPV, cervix, etc.),

Et cetera.

“Oh,” you mumble under your breath. “I’ve been vaccinated for the cervix a couple years ago.”

“Mh-hmn.” Graves tweaks your nipples, inducing a small jolt in your sitting. “That’s good. Let’s just do the rest you haven’t done.” He himself stifles his groan as your walls tighten. His restraint is nearly thrown out of the window for his cock, swollen and full, stuffed inside that tiny, cramped hole of yours.

You once again elicit a whiny moan. Being teased by his member almost feels tortuous now—like a cruel punishment that indicates his wish to ruin you whole. How the fuck does his hardness stay this long?

“Have you reached the fifth point?” Graves presses his forehead against your back. “I wrote that after another discussion with the Shadows. Anything you dislike—tell me.”

How much discussion were they having?

As soon as your eyes get back to scanning the writing, absorbing every detail, your heartbeat jumps an interval. Its thump acts like it’ll jump out of your ribs before it settles into its initial state. Still fast, but stabilized, and in every pulse, your cunt follows it as if it pumps the blood itself.

5. Sexual intercourse can be done between the [Shadows] as the representative of the FIRST PARTY without the need to acquire [Phillip Grave’s] permission.

6. Sexual intercourse can be done in pairs or more. Allowed penetration access depends on the SECOND PARTY.

In general, penetration is done by inserting a penis into a vagina.

In cases of anal penetration, if allowed by the SECOND PARTY, lubrication is mandatory.

In cases of oral penetration, safe words and/or gestures to ensure the SECOND PARTY’S safety need to be discussed prior.

In cases of double penetration or more, activity is to be STOPPED if the SECOND PARTY taps her chest twice.

And there is it—your imagination works instantly. A visual is served into your head. A hypothetical situation where you were lied down on a desk or a bed or any surface plausible—and your body is being waltzed around like a rag doll. Either that or all of them simultaneously ravish you. There is a thought where your back would arch perfectly and your perky chest protrudes towards the air, just for them to be fondled roughly. To be slapped and abused until the pair of soft flesh are red and the nipples are erect. There would be a shadow under you, supporting your weight as his swollen tip nudged your anal rim before he pushed deeper into you, scratching the inside of it. Your legs would be spread so widely, like a pair of wings, as another shadow rammed into you, knocking on your deepest part, suffocating you with his cock that was determined to tear your womb. Rough and harsh, pelvises met each other. And as both of your holes were stuffed full and you got bullied relentlessly, you’d lift your neck, receiving another dick in your mouth. You’d feel how his length is throbbing, wet by your spit, in-and-out at an erratic pace, trying to spurt out his seed in your warm, tight throat. You’d gag in every thrust, and your glossy lips formed an outline around his member. A shiver runs through your nerves in every way possible.

Graves’ grunt is guttural; it is stuck on his throat before it evaporates into a hoarse whimper into your ears. “You grippin’ me like a fuckin’ vice, baby.” Both of his hands grasp onto the sides of your curves, pressing into the flesh and fat there. He loves his woman full and thick. “What’s wrong, hmn? Picturin’ somethin’ fun?”

Your mewl is intertwined with his. “Graves, for God’s sake.”

“Read more.” His order is loud and clear—it’s absolute. He softly pinches down onto your lower belly, to the part of the stomach that hangs low, perfectly made by God Himself to guard your fertile womb. “I want you to sign this fuckin’ document and let me cum in you.”

Speaking of it—you think you finally reached that point in the paper.

7. Orgasm and ejaculation can be done in any body’s parts as long as the SECOND PARTY permits it. However, secretion in risky or harm-prone areas is strictly prohibited. These rules include ejaculating the eyes, nose, pharynx, and larynx; forcing swallowing; et cetera.

“What if I—nghh, get pregnant?” you say, teasing him. You wiggle your ass and drive down more into his pelvis.

Graves rolls his eyes—a reaction to both his slight annoyance at your antics and the heavenly sensation that keeps pawing on his cock. Your sloppy folds rub onto the base of his shaft, and they haven’t stopped dripping since the first time you sat on his dick. In one fast movement, he gives you a harsh spank on your hips, and you jolt—eyelids fluttering. A burn traverses from the impact region to your cunt, and before you know it, Graves is already stroking on the pain he just inflicted.

“Fine, then, get fuckin’ pregnant,” he bites back. His head starts to spin from all this stimulation, and arousal has reached its peak. “This base’s bastard child, it’ll be. That’s what you want anyway, right? Swollen belly, tits filled with milk. I don’t see any problem with that, whore.”

You inhale and try to compose yourself. Again, a feeble effort. But then you laugh airily, gently, and unburdening. “Alright, then. Where do I sign?”

“Read the last point.”

8. The SECOND PARTY’s health and well-being are priority. The SECOND PARTY has the right to revise, adjust, and modify the rules and the contract according to her needs. A contract can be cancelled and revoked at any time if the SECOND PARTY wishes for it.

5 March 2024,

(SIGNED).

FIRST PARTY

[Phillip Graves – Shadows]

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SECOND PARTY

[Full Name]

You inhale deeply once again and let it out gently. This is downright insane; it's deranged. Who the fuck would construct such a work contract? And even before you ask for a pen, he already gives it to you. You snatch it, press the button, and with a slight trembling hand, you etch your sign.

One second after that paper is legalized, Graves shoves away the papers with one arm. He stands to his feet, moves your body, and pushes your front against the hard surface of his desk. Your chest is squeezed flat onto the table, and your arse is up in the air, like a pure sacrifice offering on the altar. Your legs hang by the edge of the table, and your toes curl in response to his cock drills deep inside you.

“Ah, ah—fuck, Graves!” Your stuttering cry is dirty and lewd as his sensitive cock plunges into you. He grasps onto your hips as the leverage for him to move and ram you. His pace is harsh, fast, and deep. Every time he pulls out, his eyes glint with the sight of your juices that glisten his length, and when he buries himself to the hilt, he makes sure he hits the right place.

Your spongy, slimy walls are locking him in; envelop it tautly. Graves’ thrusts are almighty, and his balls swing to slap your skin.

You are not in a condition to form any words except elicit a train of whimpering, incomprehensible moans and a series of ah-ah-ah, accompanied by the wet slap sound. Between those, Graves doesn’t overlook your jiggling ass. He hits them; his palm falls onto your reddened cheeks with force, wringing out your desperate wail.

“Grav—angh!”

“Feel good?” The blue-eyed man ducks down his head, gluing his lips to your neck, sucking on your skin. His hips rock fiercely, impaling you, as you dive upward and grind around. His harsh blows don’t stop, and the mixture of his tender kisses and brutal swats is throwing all your senses off. You feel everything at the same time.

You sob. Twinge and bliss dance around in your whole nerves and muscles, forming a taut knot in your sex. Your inner walls start to flutter. You’re cumming.

“Graves more, more, please—” Both of your arms are stretching forward, grabbing on the table’s rear. Strengthen your holding as Graves keeps railing you. You’re on the precipice of an alarmingly intense orgasm, and you can’t even back away from it.

His thrust grows hasty, imbued with desperation, eager to snap off the remaining self-restraint he has. His gummy tip smoothly brushes all over your creaming walls. On one last shove, he invokes your orgasm. Your hole clamps down on him, quivering terribly tight; it makes the man cum inside you and gets milked as easily as a faucet flows its water.

Graves groans, trembling in his hips. His head lolls back as his warm cum washes your cunny.

You are raided by the same tension. Your vision blurs for quite a number of seconds. The legs stiffen and vibrate. You whimper as you feel the mixture of his liquid and yours trickling down your thighs. He keeps riding out your climax, and your heartbeat hasn’t ceased from its rapid rhythm.

No, not yet—as the door is knocked softly.

He chuckles and kisses the side of your hanging jaw. Then, to your lips, sucks on it gently. A string of saliva is bridged between the tongues before it falls and drips to your chin. You feel flushed—you know you are; your face must be as red as blood, and sweat must engulf every inch of your skin.

He smiles. A sight he wouldn’t get bored of.

“Commander? This is Shadows.”

You almost forgot the knock on that door.

“Should we let ‘em in, sweetheart?” He asks you. His whisper is delivered more like persuasion than an order. He pulls out his softened cock.

You swallow and nod. Muscles are tensing with the expectation of what is to come.

“Come in,” Graves says, raising his voice.

And as the door’s opened, five shadows are walking in. So politely, so neatly, like elementary school kids on the outside of their classroom. You still lie down on the desk with your legs open wide. Your cunt, gaping and shutting softly, melts the white, milky cum of his. Messy and dirty—but that’s the whole point, right?

Graves smiles, pressing on the back of your neck. “Have fun.”

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