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Author note : So I had this crazy idea. What if the reader was a captain of a team and after a rough mission that required both 1-4-1 and Las Vargas you all decided to drink in the base, suddenly one of your team challenged you in a video game with a reward if you win.

Warning: mention of sex, the reader is a captain. Bunny outfit, mention of stripper. The reader hide her face under a mask. My mistake and writing. Not proofreading.

What do you think?

Part 2????

It was past midnight and your were finally able to return to the base after a long and tiring mission and no casualties, yet no one seemed to want to sleep afraid of nightmares that may come because of all the traumatic events that happened.

You all decided to drink but you didn't dare to touch the liquor afraid of all the secret you may spill so you just sir there as everyone drank there heart out.

The young ones of the teams were laughing exchanging jokes, while the older just watched and sometimes talked about whatever the conversation brought.

You on the other like just sat there when suddenly one of your male member of your team rushed to you demanding a match in video games.

"and If I win you have to wear this" he passed you a box with a bunny outfit.

"That stripper shit" One of the female members of your team remarked making the other giggle.

You weren't a strict captain, you didn't even act like a captain outside of mission. Maybe that's why you were so close with your team, that didn't mean you were nice in training.

Everyone waited as they watched you pull the dress out, and like she said it was stripper shit. The dress didn't have anything to cover your body, it was like swimsuit with bonny tail and ears but you couldn't lie it was cute, unfortunately it wouldn't feat you.

It was made for people with small breasts and yours were anything but small, yet you smirked under your mask, a mischievous idea coming to you.

"okay...but" You turn to the male team member before you continue "if I won.. you are to wear it"

You team member didn't think twice before agreeing. You felt a little bad for him..but all well he should have made research before challenging you.

Everyone in your team knew how of a sex addict you were. You could go multiple round and yet you won't feel satisfied, maybe that's why you never had a boyfriend, and it seem that he didn't know or just didn't want to believe the rumours, so a little demonstrate was needed.

"Should I leave the game choice to you?" You titled your head and he smirked. He had the audacity to smirk... don't worry soon you will wiped it out of his face.

"I will" he proudly said, puffing his chest, leaving without even a goodbye.

Didn't he really think he was a man, soon he will be screaming like Moaning Myrtle from Harry Potter. You thought.

"Okay.. Goodnight everyone" you waved at your partners before turning to your team members.

"We were going to a new mission tomorrow but since one you will too tired" You pointed at the male leaving the room "you can have a day off tomorrow" You chuckled as everyone cheered.

It wasn't weird for you to have mission after mission. You were damned good, making the teams with most mission, it was tired luckily you were all more than capable of handling it.

You followed the male to his room before going to your own. You were no way on hell fucking him in his room, besides yours had camera ready to take pictures of him wearing that bunny dress.

Back at with 1-4-1 and Las Vargas, the air was a little awkward, how can it not be when they just watched someone challenging their captain not only that but they demand for their captain to wear something like that if they won, which was straight disrespectful.

Your team on the contrary, were cheering up, happy to have one day off. They soon after three shots begun to bet.

"I bet 50, they are going to go all night" one of them bet, and some followed.

"I bet he won't be able to walk tomorrow" This earned a laugh from all of them before they whispered "poor him"

"I warned him" you right hand said, catching the attention of everyone.

"So you knew" One spoke and your right hand nodded "I asked him not to do it but he disobedience orders" Your right hand took a shot before slamming the cup on the table.

"You are jealous" One said snuggly "Of course I'm jealous, don't tell me you 'rn't... That's captain we are talking about... She's hot" everyone nodded she was indeed hot with those immense breasts, and that hot body full of scares... everyone almost moaned at the thought.

Now even the others(1-4-1 and Las Vargas) were wondering how your hand would feel like..fuck that can make anyone hard.

"She's awesome...Like have you seen her on field..How she took those guys down, like they were nothing...If she stepped on me I will thank her" He nodded to himself, he was drunk out of his mind but they say drunken words are sobber thoughts.

"Mommy" It was supposed to be a whispered under the breath than know should have heard yet they all seem to have, and everyone noticed by how their body tensed, some caught to hide their own embarrassment.

"OKAY! I think we all agreed that it's time to head to bed" everyone sigh in relief as Price spoke averting their attention from their little problem down there.

Everyone left, and once the silence dominated their space, unholy thought start to surface. Each of them imagining what could be happening between you and your male team member, some of them were jealous of him been touched by you.

That night no one slept. Not even you except your drunken team members who could handle some liquor in their system.

Sweet fantasy

Gaz, Alejandro, Rudy, Valeria, and Graves x fem!reader

WARNINGS: Pure smut here, swears, a singular spank, praise, begging

RATING: Just your typical god honoring mw2 smut 😋

SUMMARY: The types of fantasys the mw2 gang have about their girlfriend at the right and very wrong times

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Red light

You look gorgeous. Utterly stunning bent over the bonnet of his newly cleaned car. Your hands grasping onto his forearms for some form of support against his sharp thrusts. He has never seen a better sight. You whimper ever so slightly at feeling of his hand making harsh contact with your ass. The action make your walls enclose on him, the rather wet, lewd sounds that radiate of the two of you indicate your close. His hips are starting to stutter, "C'mon baby, you feel so fucking good." he isn't going to last long either at this rate. "Fu-fuck kyle!" Oh god you sound fucking intoxicating, so intoxicating he almost forgets that it isn't real. He's in fact driving, just a little over the speed limit.

"Holy shit" he thinks to himself. How long has he been daydreaming? He could've ran a red light, hit something and he wouldn't even know. So lost in the idea of bending you over his beloved car. He remembers now. He's on his way home. Home to you and your plush lips, your perfectly curved ass. Holy fuck he's missed you.

Alejandro Vargas

Tan lines

You always loved the beach. The beaming sun, the sound of the soft waves and the tan lines you would get afterwards would always make you feel nostalgic. Alejandro always loved going too. He adored how the sun would (without fail) always hit your face in the most flattering angle and how you insisted on buying a new swimsuit every time you went. Its not his fault his girlfriends new choice was a lingerie worthy bikini. He simply can't stop the wandering thoughts of him softly kissing your neck with you sat on his lap. Those tiny jean shorts would be long gone, thrown on a near-by lounge chair. Between continuous soft kisses you manage to giggle out "Ale- what is someone sees!" your soft moans make him think differently to your protests, he just continues to move his hands edging closer and closer down your body. He attempts to soften your worries with enticing coos of encouragement "C'mon honey, we both know no ones gonna see. Sólo quiero hacerte sentir bien mi amor."

Before his wandering hands could move any further hes rudely awoken by his favorite sound. "Hi baby, this the right one?". You. You were holding out a cold beer waiting for him to grab it. God you looked even better in the flesh. Were his pants this tight earlier?Before he could get lost in his thoughts again his grabbed the bottle out of your hand, the cool glass making a nice contrast to his warm hands. Hes so glad you bought that bikini, it always gave you the best tan lines.

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra

Counter tops

He was loved coming home knowing you were there, he always wondered what you were doing while he was gone. More often than he would like to admit he would always think about him pouncing on you as soon as you got home. His favorite was the idea of him bending you over in that cute little apron he got you for your birthday. Just the thought of you coming undone due to his doing made his breath catch in his throat. On a rather long drive home his mind began to wander once again.

The only thing he can see is you. You're once perfectly done hair is now ruined and your lipstick is everywhere but your lips, unless you count his. His stained lips make quick work making love bites across your neck, between the kisses he manages to breathlessly pant "Fuck. You're so beautiful amor, you know that right?" His fingers finally enter you after what feels like hours must have only been about 15 minutes of teasing. "Oh god Ru-Rudy!" Your moans sound like a soft melody to his ears he wants nothing but to drown in the noise of them. "You want me to go faster sweetheart?" A rhetorical question he already knew the answer too. You mange to moan out a soft chant of "P-please" to convince him but before your convincing can work he's jolted awake.

Instead of your chaste smile hes met with his best friends menacing one "Sweet dreams my friend?". He didn't realize how much you had an affect on him. He is never gonna live this down.

Valeria Garza

Dream come true

Look what she's become, what she's become for you. She's killed people with her bear hands, those same hands that are currently teasing the ever-loving shit out of her rather needy girlfriend. God she loves how you look right now. So ruined from a simple make-out session and a few grazes across your thighs. Lipstick long gone, tears brimming at the sockets and (her favorite) her t-shirt bunching just above your thighs to show your newly bought underwear. She knows what you want and by no means she intends to give up this easily.

"Plea-please val, i need you!" She murmurs a laugh at your futile attempts of begging, the sound muffled due to her lips being occupied with wet kisses along your stomach. "C'mon honey, you can last for me cant you? Sé que puedes ser mi niña buena". Her lips place a good distraction from her fingers slowly trailing their way to your clit. She teases the nub just to steal a whine from you.

Right as her index finger is about to finally enter you... "VAL!! YOU HOME BABY?" She silently curses the person who stole her away from the moment. Wait she was home alone wasn't she? Her guard is safely lifted back down as its the very girl wandering her very daydreams, you. She very well intends to make her dreams come true tonight.

Philip Graves

New mattress

His favorite sounds hit his eardrums. The sound of your sweet, ever-loving voice seeping in through the small cracks in his brain. He can just imagine your innocent like expression looking up at him through water lined lashes, squirming underneath him. He always thought you looked the cutest when whining for him to just "ple-please move". He couldn't leave you begging for long. Not when you look so pretty, so so pretty all for him to selfishly devour. His thrusts began to quicken with every little moan you made. He placed a chaste kiss upon your forehead before groaning out "C'mon baby jus' a little longer." I mean who could blame him when you decided to wear his favorite sundress this morning.

His rather dirty thoughts of you laid out plush along the pillows are interrupted rudely. "We have your mission reports sir, like you asked?" That's right. He's at work, not fucking his girlfriend across the new mattress. He's stuck here all alone, nothing but his callus hands to satisfy his thoughts. He finally responds with "Thanks, that'll be all" and a quick nod. He can't wait to come home to you, he's gonna break that god damn mattress.

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