That asshole teammate (That's you) (AMAB Reader)
Ganji X Reader
Summary:
This was a request for smut with a male survivor who is good in matches but has an asshole behavior. Turn out it's only a cover to survive in this never ending game of deadly cat & mouse. In reality they are affectionate & caring. Ganji & him don't get along but because the reader is skilled there is some tension building up.
As always I made a male & female chapter, but since the request was for a male specifically I didn't put gender neutral pronoun this time.
For the person who request this, I hope you like it! Sorry it took so long to write it I'm hella slow.
Rated: Explicit
Warning: None
Ganji’s breath his steady as he run through the hospital’s ruins. His senses in high alert as he tries to locate the new survivor.
It was too early to form an opinion on the newcomer just yet. But for everyone, a new person in your matches was a royal pain. So, when he saw the new guy at the waiting table earlier, he gritted his teeth.
Even better now! That person ended up being the first one to be found. Just great…
At first, he had planned on leaving him to die on the chair. After all, it would be a waste to put energy on someone who would go down right after being rescued. But to his surprise, the newcomer was holding his ground pretty well. Kitting Jack all around the map and only getting hit once.
Ganji was in the middle of his cipher when Tracy appeared beside him. Taking over as he decides to go looking for the running duo. Problem was, he wasn’t pinning his location to the group. Hence why he was running around like a headless chicken, trying to figure out where the hunter and his prey were.
Finally, the faint sound of pursuit reaches his ears. It only took him a second to turn around & head towards the sound, and sure enough, the two of them were running around in the shack. He readied his bat, preparing to hit Jack when he’ll try to pass through the window after the new guy.
But when the survivor sees him, as he jumps the window, he shots a murderous glare at him.
‘‘GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!! I DON’T NEED YOU WASTING MY WORK!!!’’
‘‘Eh!?!’’ Ganji froze for a second as the information makes its way to his brain. Reflexively, he struck Jack as he tries to pass by the window and then, regaining his composure, he sends back a glare just as dark toward the new guy before making his exit.
If that asshole gets chaired, he’s not coming to rescue him, if he wants to play solo, then so be it.
And thus, Ganji leaves the new survivor to go help Tracy in decoding.
Not long after Ganji’s departure, Jack finally gets a hold of the survivor as he tries to vault a window. True to his words, Ganji ignores him and keeps decoding with Tracy. She, on her end, wonders why he doesn’t go. But she decides to trust his judgment. Just like her, he’s been here for a while now. She figures that he must have had a good reason.
In the end, the 4th survivor decided to go rescue the newcomer after finishing their own cipher. Seeing as there’s only one cipher left, Jack decides to try to go chase the last cipher, hoping it wasn’t already prime. Even though the newcomer has already passed the half bar.
Jack didn’t expect the new survivor to adapt to the game so quickly. It only took him his previous match against Jack to figure out his chase patterns. He will definitely become an annoying one in the long run.
Sadly for Jack or luckily for Ganji and Tracy, the cipher was indeed prime by the time Jack teleported to them and they decided to pop it right away. Obviously, Jack chose to go for Tracy, Ganji tells himself that it’s because she’s a weaker kiter and not for anything else. Trying to brush away the thoughts of Jack killing tendencies.
As Ganji makes a run for the opposite exit gate, not before stunning Jack once or twice to help Tracy, you’re waiting with Charles. As soon as the gate opens and Ganji appears in your line of sight, you get out of here.
In the end, the match is a win with only Tracy being eliminated rapidly.
Ganji is still mad at the way you tell him off, but he must admit that you’re good. Very good even. It usually takes newcomers a few weeks or months to get used to the experienced hunters, especially a veteran like Jack.
And thus, despite his anger towards you, he decides to give you a compliment on your work. Better have you on his side. After all, you could be pretty useful, and you might have said that due to the stress from the chase.
You answer him without missing a beat & he’s sure at that moment that you’re looking down on him.
‘‘Well, somebody got to have some balls in here to do what needs to be done.’’
That answer just re-ignite Ganji’s anger towards you, making him see red. You really are just another jerk! Like there wasn’t enough of them already…
Ganji just tsked at you, giving one of his signature looks that would make anyone knees ready to give up under them. He had already taken on himself once to salute your feats, and he only got venom in exchange. He was done with you. He wasn’t going to give you anything anymore. He had already given enough in general anyway.
In the following months, you proved yourself to be quite the kiter and support. You were skilled in perception, and it didn’t take you long to figure out the hunters’ chase patterns. One or two matches were enough for you to get the general idea, though you would still be surprised by the more experienced hunter’s tricks.
If only you were nicer with the others…
The other survivors learned to leave you be when you kite. Your execrable attitude making them avoid you completely. The ones with less control would sometimes try to sabotage you instead of helping. But most knew teamwork was a must if they wanted to survive in this place. Hence, they would rather take on themselves or ignore you.
Except for Ganji. He was so tired of bowing to other people that he swore never to do that again. Ever. Therefore, he decided to ensure the team would win. But that was it.
He would never attempt a risky rescue like he would for Naib or Helena. Nor would he come assist you instead of decoding. You would just tell him off anyway. Hell, even Freddy was more grateful than you were. And he was barking orders all around, really testing everyone’s nerves.
The thought of sabotaging your kite had crossed his mind. But he would chase the idea without a second thought. You were an ass, no proof needed anymore, but he wouldn’t stoop that low. Unlike a certain thief. Victory was all that matter and everyone, even you, would work toward it.
But truth be told, you were impressive. He didn’t know of anyone who could adapt so quickly. The only person that comes to mind was Naib, but he was a hardened war veteran. That was hard to beat.
It was making him mad. Why did you have to be so shitty and so good at the same time! Whenever Kreacher or Servais were acting presumptuous, you could always count on some good old karma to make them shut up. For a while at least.
But you? You had every right to be presumptuous and look down on people. Servais and Kreacher were good, but they were veterans, skills polished with time. You? You had natural talent.
Time spends getting angry at you was a waste in Ganji’s mind. But he couldn’t help but try to look for something to use against you during the many matches you had shared. Just some mistakes to rub in your face. That’s how he slowly started to pick up what you were trying so hard to hide.
At first, he thought it was just his imagination. The mind of his old self trying to give you excuses. But it soon became obvious to him. And he couldn’t believe it took him so long to pick up on it.
The way you would always make sure to draw the hunter’s attention, making it seem as if you were just full of yourself, so that it wouldn’t go look behind that rock Luca was hiding behind. Or the way you would rescue someone just to be chaired in their place. Every. Damn. Time.
You wouldn’t risk a draw or a win over it, but if you could exchange your place with the person being sacrificed, you were already making a run for it.
And this wasn’t just in matches either. Whenever someone was eyeing something on your plate, you would leave it on the side. Pretending it was ruining your appetite and leaving it behind for that person.
You didn’t just memorize the hunter’s patterns. You had memorised the survivors one’s too. He remembered the sound of your stomach growling as you tell him you weren’t hungry for Curry Pilaf. It was the last portion.
Maybe that’s why he had start complimenting you whenever you did good. Or making extra effort, when supporting or rescuing you. But each time you would answer or thank him with venom and every time he would distance himself again. Not realising he was feeding right into your hand.
And it was better that way. After all, you thought as you watch Ganji turn away from you, it didn’t matter if you couldn’t escape. As long as the other could, that was fine. They already had suffered enough. You could take over…
Even if your mask was breaking here and there, you knew how to push people buttons just well so they would stay away. Even if Ganji had started to see through some of your masquerade, you were too much of a pain for him to actually start caring about you. Or so you thought.
This match was no different. In your own fashion you had taken the hunter’s attention from its original prey, and you were determined to make him lose this match. Funny how little it takes to make Philippe lose his temper. You didn’t mean for that snowball to hit his sister face THAT hard… Oops.
On his end, Ganji didn’t want to bother. But this time, you hadn’t realized you were kiting near the last cipher machine and Evelyne was dead on chair. And here he was, giving you a hand.
As much as you want to tell him to fuck off, you know you messed up and he’s making a good call. You bite your tongue and focus on wasting as much time as you can.
In the end, it was almost worth it.
Ganji and you sit in the basement chairs while the other two make it past the exit gate.
‘‘Tsk! Thanks for ruining my work.’’ You speak.
‘‘!? Maybe if you had paid attention to our cipher pins, I wouldn’t have had to come. Because the last cipher was 20m away from him!’’ He answers back, his gaze piercing you as he shouts over the fireworks cracking up. ‘‘Trust me. I wouldn’t have wanted anything more than to pass that gate without looking back. But you had to fuck up and kite the hunter near us!’’
That’s the last thing you hear before getting send undergrown. You tsk before looking away, knowing damn well he’s right.
You wake up in the infirmary, your wounds already patch up during your sleep, probably by Emily. She was always over working herself and with that look of remorse in her eyes, as if she was trying to compensate for something.
You sit on your infirmary bed and on the corner of your eyes, you discern movements. Your head shifts to meet Ganji’s gaze as he gets up from his own bed. Great…
He sends you an equally angry gaze.
‘‘Don’t you have anything better to do? It’s thanks to me that we got a tie, even thought you almost throw it up in the end.’’
‘‘Oh, fuck off!’’ You answer. ‘‘I never asked for your help! I could have managed it on my own!’’
False.
‘‘Oh yeah!?!’’ Ganji grabs you by the collar.
‘‘Then maybe I should have left you to bleed out as Philippe hunt us down one after the other because YOU brought HIM to US!’’
‘‘Tsk!’’ Your gaze averts his own.
‘‘Look me in the eyes when I talk to you! Have some balls!’’
You reluctantly look back at him. But still shooting dagger at him, too prideful.
‘‘Ok I mess up! Here, happy!?!’’
Ganji is taken aback by your confession, but he regains his composure back rapidly.
‘‘No.’’
Your eyes widen.
‘‘Say sorry. Don’t think I didn’t realize your little game of making it seem like you don’t care. And don’t get me wrong; even if your intentions were good, you own me an apology for all I’ve done for you. You may be good, but you still don’t compare to those of us who are more experienced.’’
You bite your lips. This manor is a dog-eat-dog kind of world, and you refuse to show any weakness and confessing that you made a mistake feels just like that.
‘‘Don’t push it. You ain’t getting anything more from me.’’ You purposely ignore what he says about you caring for others. Trying to play deaf.
‘‘Oh yeah?’’ He says, raising his eyebrow.
‘‘For someone so nasty, you sure do care a lot about others’ safety’’
‘‘No idea what you’re referring to. Are you delusional now?’’ You say in a snarky tone.
Your denial and refusal were starting to get to him… More than usual.
‘‘Do you really think you were that subtle? You always make sure to take the hunter’s hit instead of the others. Even if we’re already at the gate.’’ He takes a short pause. ‘‘You know what I’m starting to think with my delusion?’’ He brings you closer to him as he looks into your eyes.
It feels like he’s seeing right through your soul.
‘‘That you’re that nasty so people won’t try to risk anything for you.’’
…He put his finger right on it.
‘‘Got to be honest here, I fell for it at first. Leaving you to die even if I knew I could make it. But seeing how good you are really pisses me off, can’t get the hunters to humble your little ass!’’
Yeah, you know about that. It’s because you’re good that you can be that shitty when talking to the others. And you know very well that they often leave you to die. But that’s fine.
You can’t trust anyone in here. It’s better not to get too involved. But you can’t let people suffer. You try, oh you try so hard. But that goes against your values. You have a thousand logical reasons in your mind to not do it, but they all get thrown out whenever you see someone you could help.
So, you always turn back and come for whoever is being left behind. Whoever is about to get hit as they cross the gate. And what better way to prevent people from doing the same, than by being a dick to them. Nothing personally insulting, you’re not that kind of asshole. But you make sure they’re safe and you also make sure nobody betrays you.
Plus, they deserve a break in that hellhole. They’ve been here for so long, while you just came in. You can take over.
Even if it makes them want to leave you to die. You understand the sentiment. You can’t even blame them, that was your decision.
But earring that Ganji also falls in that category makes you feel a sting. You’d be lying if you didn’t feel reassured whenever you see his face as he comes to support you. Never risking his life, but you’re sure he puts a little more effort than the others into helping you.
Has much as you try not to get involved, he’s the one you trust most in matches, and you admire his skills. Which led you to slip once or twice by giving him some positives comments here and there.
He’s also the only one that gives you compliments from time to time. You knew he still hated you, but he still acknowledged your strong points.
Maybe, just maybe, he didn’t hate you as much as the others. But that was wishful thinking. He was just very professional.
But that’s good. That’s what you wanted anyway; you repeat to yourself. Keeping your distance will also ensure that you don’t get drag behind. Who knows what that manor still has in stock for its little toys. Anything could be used against you in the end.
‘‘…’’ You stay silent. Not knowing how to clap back or divert his attention. Or maybe you just didn’t want to.
‘‘Not so feisty anymore. Guess I got it right?’’
‘‘What if I am? I do what I want, how I want.’’ You answer without trying to ruffle his feathers for once.
Ganji looks at you for a moment. His grip on your collar still just as strong, but his gaze isn’t as hard as before. Within the past few months, he’s learned to know you better. You’re too skilled for him to completely disregard you, and while you can be nasty, you never insulted anyone. You were stingy with compliments, but you also acknowledge others strength in your own way.
He can feel you crumpling under him, the pressure and loneliness of the past months catching up as you acknowledge it against your will. The feelings coming crashing down on you.
He knows what it’s like to be unable to trust anyone you share a roof with.
‘‘Can’t you see you’ll burn yourself up if you keep that up!’’ You were good at figuring out the hunters moves, but you were shit when it come to taking care of yourself.
‘‘Well, that’s a positive for you. You’ll finally have the hunters humbling me out.’’
‘‘I don’t want that to happen, even with how awful your nature is. You don’t deserve to be left to die. Let people give you a hand sometimes! And if you really can’t bring yourself to do that, at least let me help!’’
Your eyes open wide. ‘‘…What?’’ you’re speechless.
You never thought such a simple phrase could have such an impact; it didn’t even seem to be that deep on his end.
But in your emotional starvation it was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Before you know it, a tear falls from one of your eyes. You’re quick to realize and try to hide it.
Ganji is not surprised; he knew it was only a matter of time before you would break.
‘‘Eh. Told you you needed to slow down.’’ His tone is barely softer, but it still is.
Your heart skips a beat. But you try to ignore it.
‘‘Yeah well, that’s not what you were saying a few minutes earlier.’’ You defy him.
‘‘You little…’’ You feel his grip on your collar get tighter as he brings you closer to his face, looking annoyed. ‘‘It’s as if admitting anything would be the death of you!’’
‘‘Eh! I got nothing to admit! You’re just making stuff up in your mind.’’ You smirk back at him.
‘‘If that’s so… I guess I also just hallucinate when I saw you lose your composure a few seconds ago.’’
You gulp. Now it’s his turn to smirk and look at you with an air of superiority.
‘‘… You know what? I do want to see you humble. But I think I’ll do it myself.’’ His gaze darkens, hinting at something you refuse to acknowledge.
‘‘And when I’m done with you, you’re going to give me my apology and finally show a little more respect.’’
Before you can react, his lips come crashing down on yours. His right hand going up your neck while his left one leaves your collar down to your waist. Ensuring you’re trap in his grip. While his tone was threatening; his actions took you by surprise with their gentleness.
You hesitate a little, still unsure whether you could trust him or not, but all these months of being lonely and hated made you crave love. And as much as you hated this feeling, any kind of love was enough for you right now, good or bad. And so, you latch on to Ganji like a dehydrated man. Even if it was just for one moment.
So, you close your eyes and open your mouth without hesitation. Letting him in as he devours you.
He was holding you strongly, without it being menacing. If you hadn’t been such an ass to him, you could almost believe he was caring toward you.
You use your legs to press his hips closer. Both your members starting to get erect within the restrain of your pants from the friction. His hand abandons your waist to come grab your butt and grind on you.
He uses his other hand to get you on your back and he pushes your top clothing up. Giving him more access to you. He starts by the hem of your pants, kissing your hips as he goes up your belly. His hand caressing your waist while the other keeps groping your butt and pushing you on his hard-on.
The tingle it sends to your nerves makes you arche your back as you start moaning. Your hand grabbing the sheets for some kind of support. His waist is keeping you down in place as he makes his way to your nipple, switching between the two as he bites and licks them.
You’re powerless under him, but he doesn’t make you feel like you’re his plaything. And you love that feeling of him caring for you, you want more of it.
You try grinding back on him, but his hands keep you in place as he continues to lead the dance. Soon he takes the next step and undo your pants. Finally freeing your erection and letting you breath a little. He follows soon after with one hand coming back down to grab you as he starts moving up and down your length. Sometimes brushing over the tips and sometimes going all the way past the base to go caress your balls. Playing with them a little.
You’re getting overwhelmed as he keeps pumping you, all while he leaves bite marks on your neck. Looking for the more sensitive’s spots.
Your sense of euphory is getting stronger and you let out breathy moans to encourage him to keep going. Ganji doesn’t stop, and soon you start spasming as you release yourself onto your stomach. Your sperm keep on coming out as Ganji continues to stimulate you. Pushing you to release more.
As you catch your breath, Ganji leaves your neck to take a look at you. The excitement is making him pants and he find the sight before him dreamy. Ganji is making small circle with his thumb on your waist, encouraging you to relax.
You slowly come down from your high, trying to regain your composure and getting ready for what’s to come next.
His hand leaves your butt to push your pants down. But he stops, your pants halfway down your legs, after taking a look at your face, seeing you a little unease.
You’re regaining some senses and taking it farther with him is making you hesitant.
‘‘I’m not doing it, if you don’t want it.’’ He tells you.
His answer surprises you. It must have shown on your face because he adds:
‘‘I wouldn’t be doing this with you if I wasn’t interested in you!’’ He answers annoyed.
‘‘You’re a dick most of the time.’’ He adds, ‘‘But I can see you’re just trying to keep people away. Can’t say I agree with your choices, but you’re a damn good teammate and I can see you just want to see everyone getting out of here in mostly one piece.’’
He takes a pause to look intently in your eyes, making sure his next sentence doesn’t go out the other ears.
‘‘Can’t say it’s love, but I respect you and I want you to feel like you can trust me. Because I trust you when my life is at risk and not just because of your skills. And I can’t say that about most people in here.’’
As you listen to him, your face turns red, and you suddenly feel yourself turning shy. It was far from a love confession, but it was definitely the beginning of something between the two of you.
Ganji starts to back away, but you’re faster and quick to put your legs around his waist. You look back up at him, your face flaring up.
‘‘Don’t go just yet! I’m really sorry about the way I treated you. Like you said, I just don’t want anyone to get hurt as much as possible. But I also don’t trust what people can do in situations like these.’’ You avert your gaze before continuing.
‘‘But I really want you to keep holding me. I feel safe with you, right now and during our matches too.’’
Ganji look at you, a smirk forming on his face.
‘‘Told you, I would make you say sorry to me.’’ If his tone is mocking, his gaze is warm.
He goes back to holding you by the waist while he undoes his pants just enough to free his cock. You look at him with a slight frown, feeling that he’s not making things fair between you two in term of undressing. He catches on quickly and smirks again as he takes off his shirt. You’d put your hand to the fire that he used the opportunity to show off his muscles at the same time.
He pumps himself a few times, while coating is cock with saliva, before grabbing you again and aligning his cock to your hole. You don’t know if you’re nervous or excited—probably both, but Ganji senses it and comes back, kissing you softly to calm you down. While you focus on the kiss, he slowly inserts his girth inside of you.
You whine into his kiss, but he doesn’t let go of your mouth. Making your head go dizzy from the lack of oxygen as he forces you to focus on his tongue. He finally lets you take some air when he feels he’s deep enough. He waits for you to adjust at the foreign intrusion. It’s uncomfortable at first, a little painful too, but it soon goes away as you focus on Ganji kisses and caress over your body.
‘‘Ready?’’
‘‘Yeah…’’
He starts out slow, going in and out as he lets you adjust to the movement. You can feel his grip getting harder on you as he restrains himself from going harder. It’s definitely going to leave a few bruises. When you start being more vocal, he picks up the pace, going faster and harder with every trust. With his free hand, he takes a hold of yours to put them over your head. But soon leaving your wrist to tangle his fingers with yours softly. His other hand is supporting his body on top of you.
The action makes your heart flutter, and you close your eyes to take in the sensations better, whimpering as he’s gotten faster at the sight before him.
But after a short while, he gets a little frustrated. He can’t get as deep as he would like. Thus, grumbling, he abandons your inside to turn you around and slams back into you. His hands putting your ass up in the air and spreading your cheeks so he can go right back into you, not wasting any time. This new position allows him to go deeper into you and finally put his whole length inside.
He keeps you steady with both of his hands on your hips, his cock slamming against your prostate and making you moan louder. He goes back and forth for a while, looking at you from behind.
Your back is having a lovely arch as he plows into you. Your top clothing as gotten down to your neck and he doesn’t know why, but the sight of it just make you look sluttier to him. He’s loving it. He can’t see your face, but the sound you can’t keep yourself from emitting are just what he needs.
Your own cock has been getting hard again from the stimulation to your G-spot. He doesn’t even need to touch you; the sensation is overwhelming. Especially the feeling of his cock getting larger inside of you as he approaches his own high, it seems he wasn’t completely hard yet.
You close your eyes and reach down to touch yourself. Focussing on the place where you known you like it best.
Ganji slows down a little until setting himself fully into you. Not wanting to come just yet, but still keeping himself on edge.
‘‘Can’t keep this much longer… Where you want me to cum? I really want you to take me in though.’’ He says, his torso coming closer to your back.
Not holding himself much longer he readjusts himself to press the tip of his cock directly into your prostate and you just want him to stop talking and cum so you can finish yourself.
‘‘I don’t care. Just go for whatever you want. Please… I just want you to do it alrea—DY!’’
It doesn’t take more than the first part of your sentence for him to get himself out completely and slam back hard into you. Sending you going forward, but his hands firmly gripping your waist making sure you stay somewhat in place; impaled on his cock. He goes hard a few more time before you feel him let his cum pour in your inside. Spasming as he keeps trying to grind himself deeper into your inside. Making sure he’s stuffing you full.
The feeling of being pump full of sperm gives you a little push to squeeze yourself out of your last drop as you cum on the sheet. You’re trembling under Ganji, while he encourages you by rubbing circle with his fingers on your belly. His face buried in the crook of your neck, slowly kissing.
You lay limb on the bed as the both of you catch your breath. Ganji proudly looking at your dazed state from his spot on top of you. Cum dripping down your balls while you’re stuffed.
He goes down on you, using his hands to caress your curves and muscles. Going over some more sensitive spot as he kisses you from the middle of your spine up to your shoulder. Showing you his appreciation as you recover. Not wanting to get himself out of you just yet.
Ganji give you a kiss on the neck before whispering into your ears.
‘‘How about I get to ruin your foul mouth now?’’