[CW: Drugging, non-consensual cuddling, but that's all he does just some kissing and cuddling, obsessive Wesker, implied obsessive reader]
A/N: Yo can you tell I'm so touch starved 😂😂 Someone kill me.
Wesker was not one for relationships. All his life he’s built walls around himself to keep anyone out. Kept everyone at arm’s length so they couldn’t get any information on him. In contrast, he’d find as much he could on people he worked with. Looked into their affiliations, their previous jobs, their families. Anything that could be used against them. Perhaps it was projection that propelled him to distance himself with others. The fear that he could be on the receiving end of deception and betrayal.
As a result, he’s never really been in any committed relationships. It doesn’t bother him much, though. The idea of love and romance seemed unappealing and far too trivial to take note of. He had more important things on his mind. Besides, Wesker found the notion of being soft and vulnerable around anyone repulsive. Why anyone would partake in such things was beyond him. To him, it was the same as a prey animal displaying its belly to a predator. He was much better than that, far above indulging in such human desires.
If he were to have a partner, it would have to be someone who could keep up with him. Someone who shared his ideals and drive for a better world. Who understood the importance of his work and viewed humanity the same way he did.
Perhaps someone like you.
You, who has stood by his side all this time. An old friend and colleague during his days working under Umbrella. It did him good to recruit you after he returned from Antarctica. You’re good at what you do, more efficient than most would be. He wouldn’t have gotten along with you so well if he hadn’t considered you an intellectual peer. Though notably, you weren’t as prideful as Wesker was. You take his orders and do the work assigned to you without much complaint. Not because you were a pushover, but because you genuinely enjoyed it.
That’s why he kept you around. Yes, that’s all it is.
Or maybe not.
Admittedly, Wesker has grown a soft spot for you. After all he’s been through, you’ve stood by his side. When he told you that Umbrella was a sinking ship, you’d trusted him without hesitation. When he reached out to you after half a year of radio silence to work for him, you didn’t question it at all. You had an undying loyalty to him that made his chest swell with pride. It should annoy Wesker how trusting you are of him, baring your neck to him like this. The only reason why it doesn’t is because he knows you wouldn’t do this for anyone other than him.
Over time, the fondness he felt for you grew stronger. The more Wesker interacts with you, the more that affection is amplified. Every brush of your hand against his, every smile thrown his way after a dry joke, those late nights spent in the lab together. Just the two of you. He finds himself looking forward to seeing you, often replaying memories of the times he’s made you laugh.
By the time he realises this “affection” was something more, he had fallen too deep. It surprises Wesker, he never expected himself to grow so attached to a person. No, it wasn’t just any person. It was you.
You, who understood him like no other. You, with your witty remarks and quick jabs that actually amused him. You, who kept up with him in intellectual conversation. You with your undying loyalty and complete trust in someone like him. And you, who believes him to be the greatest man to walk this Earth.
Of course it was you. You’re perfect.
The longer time went on the worse this “affection” became. He finds himself wanting to spend more time with you, to simply be in the same room as you. To crowd your space and wrap himself around you. The feeling slowly turns into a craving. A craving that got worse and worse, like an itch that couldn’t be scratched. Every glance at you, every whiff of your scent, only made him want more and more.
The feeling gnaws at him until one day he couldn’t bear it anymore.
If he was a normal, well-adjusted person he could have simply asked you out. Take you out on a few dates where he gets to hold your hand, and drape his coat over you when you’re cold. Eventually he’d be able to hold you close and while you shower him in your affection. However, his patience had been worn thin and he’d rather die than admit he could feel love like any other person. Additionally, Wesker isn’t a normal person, but you knew that already. He’s sure you wouldn’t be too upset at him for what he’s about to do.
There’s a knock on the door before a voice rings out, calling out his name. It’s you.
“Come in,” he says, tucking the syringe underneath the sleeve of his coat. Your head pops in through the doorway, and you have a pleasant smile on your face. “Hey, Al.”
He gestures for you to enter and take a seat in front of his desk. As you saunter over to the chair, he stands to close the door. All the while, you’re rambling about your day and some minor mishaps in your lab. You don’t notice as the lock of the door clicks shut, but you notice a change in Wesker’s demeanor. For the first time, it seems he’s not fully engaged in your conversation, only humming noncommittally to show that he’s listening.
It’s barely noticeable to most, but you know him better than that.
“Is something wrong?” you ask, tilting your head.
“Not at all, just a few things on my mind,” he mutters, moving to lean against the desk right beside your chair.
“Oh, is this about Tricell? They seemed particularly interested in the Plaga samples, if I recall correctly.”
Wesker simply nods and hums as you continue to rattle on, slowly pushing himself off the desk as he paces the room. Eventually, he places himself behind you. By now you can tell something is off, craning your neck to look up at him. Now you were getting nervous. Sure, Wesker was a quiet and reserved man, but he was always responsive in your conversations. Had you done something to upset him? The thought makes you anxious.
Your prattle had trailed off into silence, and the two of you were simply staring at each other. “Hey… you’re not angry at me, right? Did I do something wrong?”
The question amuses him. You? Anger him? The thought had never crossed his mind. His hand reaches out and grabs you by the chin, tilting your head forward. Wesker leans down until his face is beside yours, turning to whisper in your ear. “No, of course not.”
There’s a prick in your neck before you can even breathe a sigh of relief. Shocked, you push his hands off you and stand to your feet. The chair topples and lands at Wesker’s feet as you step backwards to create distance.
Why did he do this? Is he done with you? Oh god, he’s getting rid of you isn’t he? The room starts to spin as your vision swims, your limbs starting to grow heavy. It’s so difficult to think rationally, not when you’re panicking and lightheaded. Wesker moves as you start to stumble, embracing you as you fall forward. In your haze, you try to speak.
“Please…”
He slowly turns you around so that your back is to his chest, arms wrapped around your waist. “What is it, dear? Please, what?”
You frown, realising it is getting increasingly difficult to form sentences as your cognitive function degrades. Still, you push the words out.
“Please don’t leave me.”
That sentence alone makes Wesker’s heart skip a beat. Even when he’s done something awful to you, you still want him. It inflates his ego like nothing else. He slowly drags you both to the floor, his back against the wall and you laid across his lap.
“I’d never think of it,” he reassures you. It seems it was what you needed to let go, eyes rolling back into your head as your lids fell shut. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he rests his chin on top of your head. You’ll be fine, he tells himself. The drug is fast-acting, so it’ll wear off quickly.
Why was he acting like this? It was uncharacteristic of him, to act so lowly and human. To degrade himself like this, to admit that he has basal desires, it almost enrages him. He tells himself it’s because of you. If Wesker himself chose you, it must be because you’re different. You’re special.
He moves his head lower to bury his nose into the crook of your neck, breathing deeply to take in lungfuls of your scent. What is wrong with him? One of his hands moves to cradle the back of your head so he could bare your neck to him. The grip around your waist tightens as he takes another breath, mouth falling open as he lets out a small whimper. You had a dizzying effect on him, and his heightened senses didn’t help with that. He wanted to bite into you, the thought making him groan.
Repositioning your head, he lays kisses across your face. All over your forehead, over your closed eyelids, your cheeks. He runs his thumb over your cheek and down to your lips. The thought eats at him, but he knows he has restraint. He’s a respectable man, he tells himself. He’d give you a proper kiss when you ask for one.
He moves down to your neck as he kisses your throat and stops over one of your carotid arteries. With his lips he feels the steady beat of your pulse, trying to match his breathing with yours. Once he’s satisfied, he grabs one of your hands to kiss the inside of your wrist as well. This heart beats for him. He doesn’t need you to tell him that.
You’ve always been so good for him. Truly, you are what he deserves.
For the first time in his life, he’s unsure of what to do next. What would you do once you finally awake? Would you still trust him? Wesker can’t remember a time where he acted so rash, he usually had more foresight than this. However, all these problems could be dealt with later.
For now, he wants to lay you down with him. To listen to the steady beating of your heart and watch the rise and fall of your chest.
I took off the translator a while ago. I just got tired and too overwhelmed to keep feeling every little noise and hum Rocky makes while he's working. He knows where I am, if he needs me. He probably doesn't though. He's a lot better than me at most things.
I want to go home so badly.
I know I should be focusing on the fact that I get to go home, but knowing I might get to see Earth again one day doesn't change the fact that I miss it so badly I feel like I'm going to throw up again.
I miss my kids, I miss San Francisco, I miss diners, I miss seeing my friends, I miss my coworkers, I miss teaching, I miss those microwave meals that really weren't that good and ended in my tongue being burnt more often than not. I miss the routine and normalcy of everything. Maybe I didn't have the most exciting life before Astrophage, but I loved it. I liked having down time, I liked when the only bad decisions I was making was eating out a little too much, I liked when my biggest problem was when one of my students didn't understand a key concept and the test was the next day. I liked when I wasn't solely responsible for the fate of my planet.
It's not the worst, though. I get to do things no other human has. I'm the first person to be at another solar system, and I'm the first person to analyze the alien microorganisms that are here. I'm the first person to make contact with an intelligent alien species, I'm the first person to learn an alien language, I'm the first person to study the biology of an alien macroorganism. I'm the first person to have an alien best friend. Is that depressing? Maybe. I just wish I wasn't so alone.
I wonder a lot about what everything would have been like if I wasn't the only survivor of the trip. All of this would've been so much easier if Yáo and Ilyukhina were here. They weren't given the amnesia drug, plus this ship is actually made for them. They really couldn't have put a little more effort to make the ship just a little more accessible for the person who was going to be spending the rest of his life on it? I couldn't count on my hands the number of times Rocky had asked me to turn off some alarm or alert I didn't know was playing because I can't see through the ceiling from the lab to the screens of the control room.
Rocky's really made everything so much better. Maybe it's just that we don't have anyone else, but I'm closer with him than I was with anyone else back on Earth. I guess it's easier to tell someone about yourself when they don't know enough about your species to have any prejudices against you. But part of it's also just…Rocky. He's smart and he's kind and he's funny and maybe a little weird but I love it, I really do.
Just then, something touches my side and I nearly jump out of my skin. Speak of the devil and he shall appear, or whatever.
I look to my left and Rocky's in his container with two hands up in an apology.
"Sorry! Sorry! Did not mean to scare!" He signs.
This has happened a few times before. Times when I got too overwhelmed or panicky or too close to a meltdown and had to take the translator off before I damaged it out of stress. Times when I needed some time to feel as little as possible, so I didn't completely shut down. Rocky knows these are times when he needs to sign or tap to talk to me. And, ever the nerd about aliens, he usually chooses to sign.
His grammar is sometimes so bad I have to make an effort to not laugh, and it can get a little confusing with his lack of a face and fingers per hand, but I don't care. I've taught kids who were the only deaf people in the town they were born in and grew up making their own sign language with their families, only to move to the city and have to re-learn a lot. I've also worked with kids who sign at the speed of light or with thick southern drawls, so the way Rocky signs isn't too hard to understand after you get used to it.
I smile. "It's okay." I uncurl myself from the ball I'd been sitting in for the last…however many minutes I've been sitting on the floor of the lab. I need to start being sad in the dormitory. This floor is too dang hard to be sitting on this long. I rub my eyes and sit up. "Hi, Rocky."
"Hello Grace. Are you okay, question?"
"Just a little homesick." I shrugged.
"Not understand last word. Do not like home, question?"
"Oh!" How has that not come up yet? Although, it's interesting he thought it literally meant being sick of your home. It makes sense, that's exactly what it looks like it should mean. I just never thought of it like that. "No, it's…it's when you miss your home so much you feel sick. Well—it's not always your home. Sometimes it's a person, or a specific time in your life. It's missing something you can't go back to."
"Understand. Tell you my word later."
"Are you homesick too?"
"Yes. For home and also person. Miss Adrian."
I nod. I was lucky enough that I didn't have any super meaningful or close relationships, I can't imagine being away from someone you literally mated with for life for so long. "Do you want to tell me about them?"
"Do not have words. Not translation issue. Do not know how to put feeling into words."
"I know what you mean." I nod.
"You have person you miss, question?"
"I miss my students, but I don't have anyone like Adrian."
"Why, question?"
Ah.
"I never liked anyone that much, I guess. I got along with people fine, most of the time. But that's not new. I've never really liked people like that. I tried, but I didn't like it and it didn't end well. Just not my thing." I picked at my fingernails.
"Other humans like you, question?"
"Yeah, definitely. The majority of people will find a partner for life the same way Eridians do, but there's a lot of people who never do. There's also a lot of people who are like me but think that they have to find a "mate" anyways."
"Why those humans do something they don't want, question?"
I shrug. "They don't realise it's not an option. But a lot of people also choose to spend their lives with a friend and never find a mate."
"Humans are very interesting. Thank for explaining."
"It's nice to talk about it actually. Most humans would think I'm odd for the way I am or I'm something that needs fixing."
"Do not like those humans."
I snort. "Yeah, I don't like them much either."
"You say some humans have close friend but no mate. Am I close friend to you, question?"
There's a waver in his hands that makes me think he was nervous to ask. "Of course. I never…I never got along with anyone on Earth the same way I do with you. I'm more comfortable as myself around you than I ever was around other humans."
There's a moment where Rocky doesn't say anything, and worry creeps up my throat as I wonder if, maybe, that was a really really weird thing to say.
"Feel same to you."
"Really?"
"Had friends and had Adrian on Erid, but you do not judge me for me. Some things I am and I do strange to friends and Adrian. Friends and Adrian not rude, never rude, but difference is obvious sometimes. Judge is not right word for what you do. You find me odd but as alien, not as person. It is interesting to see differences, not rude. We are different species, differences are expected. Comforting to know you will not be mad that I am me."
…Wow. Millions and millions of years of divergent evolution and yet, here we are. Two aliens, who have almost nothing in common biologically, bonding over the same feeling.
"You know that I didn't want to come here. But even though I was basically…sent to my death, there's a part of me that's glad I was sent out here because I met you. Sometimes I think that if some things hadn't gone wrong for you, you wouldn't have been here for so long and you would've found a solution and left before I arrived. I'm glad I met you, despite, you know, everything else."
Rocky kind of leans against me—at least, he tries to in his xenonite ball.
"Maybe would have met you anyways. Maybe even if crew survived and technology worked, Eridians not able to figure out solution. Maybe only way both Earth and Erid saved is if Eridians and humans work together."
"Maybe." I sigh. "I would have loved to meet your crew."
"Would have loved to meet your crew. Many many things could be different. But at least I meet you."
"Yeah…yeah."
"Still sad, question?"
I chuckle and rest my head on the wall. "A little. I don't think I'll ever stop missing Earth. But I'm not as sad as I was earlier. You're quite the therapist."
"Not understand last word."
"It's not important. Just…thank you for knowing me for me."
He wiggles. "Thank for same reason. Glad you are here. Glad I am here at same time, you go back to Earth!"
"Yeah, who knows? Maybe if this all works, one of my students will help me save Sol." I stretch a bit, my back's starting to complain.
"Maybe."
"Rocky?"
"Yes, question?"
"Thank you for saving me." I know he'll think I'm only talking about him sending me home. He might not ever know he kept me going more times than I can remember. But I don't really want to tell him that. I don't want him to be more worried than he already is for me. An alien is worried about me. Sometimes I have to just roll with some of the crazy things so I don't go insane.
"Always. Would save you always."
Even if half of everything goes wrong, at least I met Rocky.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Andor (TV), Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Orson Krennic/Reader, Orson Krennic/You
Summary:
It would be a shame if Krennic and the bored daughter of an Imperial official made a dinner party more interesting.
Excerpt:
The bartender handed over your cocktail, and you gulped half of it, wanting the alcohol to get to work as quickly as possible. You were not about to spend the rest of the night thinking about Orson Krennic and his stupid fucking sash.
As if on command, he appeared. He slid next to you, cape swishing. You tried not to roll your eyes.
“Why’d you leave me with your father?” He asked. “I already have to deal with him all day. He's not the most conversational.”
You snorted. “Why do you think I ran over here?”
“You could’ve told me this is where you were going, I would’ve run with you.” His eyes, somehow bluer than you even remembered, met yours. He didn’t look away.
You felt yourself blush. “Careful,” You warned. “Too many people see you talking to me alone, and he might get wind of it.”
“And would that,” He paused, eyes still trained on yours. “Bother him?”
Another evening on Coruscant, another dinner at some important Imperial’s home. Dinner parties were by far the least exciting of the mandatory events you attended as the daughter of a high-ranking Imperial officer. Your father’s job bored you almost as much as his coworkers. The parties could go on for hours; hours of military talk with boring old men and their personality-less wives. The other ‘children’ were either actually little kids, of whom you had no interest in entertaining, or people your age who were in line to be as boring as their parents.
You didn’t resent your father for his success, but on evenings like these, it did bother you a bit that his job seeped into his family. Being social and appearing at all of this nonsense was now your job, too. At least you enjoyed getting dressed up, but lipstick could only make an evening so exciting.
Both annoyed and bored already, you set about finding yourself another drink. This dinner party was a bigger one, meaning it was harder to avoid socializing. Around every corner, it seemed someone was waiting to make small talk.
Your search for the bar was interrupted by none other than your father. He approached you with a man that you’d never seen before.
“Ah, there you are! Orson, this is my daughter.” Your father smiled.
“Pleasure,” The man, Orson, apparently, made no attempt at sincerity in his voice.
You immediately noticed two things about him. First, his eyes were bright blue, shockingly bright. Second, his outfit was absolutely ridiculous.
He was wearing a typical white uniform, with not only a cape but also a sash. The cape was one thing, ridiculous enough on its own and completely unnecessary. But the sash? Who did this guy think he was?
It screamed asshole. Attention seeker. Know-it-all. Prick.
“Director Krennic here is the leader of the project I’m joining,” Your father continued.
“Yes, we've been working together for a bit now. Although I do hope your team is prepared to keep up in these next phases,” Krennic said, remaining blatantly insincere. “ I’m not one to leave people behind, but the Emperor’s wishes must be fulfilled with the utmost haste, don’t you think?”
It took you a moment to realize that he was speaking to you, because you weren’t really listening to what he was saying. You were fascinated by his mannerisms, the way his mouth moved when he spoke, the glint in his bright eyes. He was by far the most interesting person you’d had to talk to at an event like this, and quickly the most irritating. The most irritating part was the fact that you found him attractive.
Your father answered for you. “I’m perfectly capable of running my team to a capacity suitable for the Emperor. “ He sounded agitated, but not surprised by Krennic’s comment, like this was not the first time they'd been through this.
“Of course you are, of course. However, I am capable of running the entire project, including your team.” Krennic smiled with no warmth whatsoever.
What a dick.
“Will you excuse me?” You really had no interest in watching them bicker over work that you didn’t understand or care about. You’d gathered what you needed to from that interaction: Director Orson Krennic was self-righteous, overdressed, and unfortunately, captivating. He was handsome, powerful, and there was something about his arrogance that drew you in. There was a challenge there, a dare almost.
You left them both, in need of a drink now more than ever. You could swear you felt his eyes on you as you left, causing heat to bloom in your cheeks.
You turned a corner, and there it was, the bar. Finally.
You ordered something quickly, not really caring what it was, just wanting it fast. Those blue eyes were burned into your mind. You needed something else to think about.
The bartender handed over your cocktail, and you gulped half of it, wanting the alcohol to get to work as quickly as possible. You were not about to spend the rest of the night thinking about Orson Krennic and his stupid fucking sash.
As if on command, he appeared. He slid next to you, cape swishing. You tried not to roll your eyes.
“Why’d you leave me with your father?” He asked. “I already have to deal with him all day. He's not the most conversational.”
You snorted. “Why do you think I ran over here?”
“You could’ve told me this is where you were going, I would’ve run with you.” His eyes, somehow bluer than you even remembered, met yours. He didn’t look away.
You felt yourself blush. “Careful,” You warned. “Too many people see you talking to me alone, and he might get wind of it.”
“And would that,” He paused, eyes still trained on yours. “Bother him?” The faintest smirk danced across his lips. Your eyes darted to it and lingered there, which he definitely caught. Damn it. He leaned on the bar, folding his hands in front of him. They were big. Strong looking. You wanted them on you.
“Oh, definitely. This is risky, what you’re doing here." You smiled, suddenly closer to him. The space between you seemed to have closed in. You did not intend to start openly flirting with this man, but here you were. Batting your eyelashes and everything. At the prick in the cape. There was a danger in the tension between you, intoxicating you, stealing your breath from your chest and reason from your head.
His eyes darkened, the bright blue turning stormy suddenly. You couldn’t look away. It felt like they had sucked you into their whirlpool, like you could never swim away from the blue depths. “Would you like to take a walk?” He asked. His voice was low, growly, thick with the insinuations that accompanied his question. You knew what he wanted.
You wanted it too, against your better judgment.
“Don't think I'm not onto the ulterior motive here," You said. You want to fuck me to make my father mad.
“Can’t a respectable gentleman ask a lady to take a walk?”
Respectable. You scoffed at that.
“Are you sure you don’t have another reason?” You challenged.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He wasn’t even trying to conceal the smug look on his face. He knew you were onto him. He knew that you liked it too. Asshole . “I have something to show you. It’s better than sticking around with this crowd, I promise.” The glint in his eye was completely untrustworthy, but you found yourself unable to care.
“Fine then,” You downed the rest of your drink and turned to leave with him. He slid an arm behind you to guide you away, hand resting on the small of your back. To your dismay, the contact made heat stir in your core.
He led you down a hallway, away from the main party. He seemed to know where he was going.
“Have you been to this house before?” You asked.
“Unfortunately, many times.” He said. He watched you while you walked together. The tension between you from the bar had turned to electricity, sparking where his hand rested on you. “The parties are never any less dull, I’m afraid.” You giggled at that, and he smiled a bit, making you blush.
“We’ve arrived,” He announced, presenting you with a closed door. You’d barely left the party, only around one corner really. Not much of a scenic tour.
“This looks like a closet,” You narrowed your eyes. “This is what you had to show me?”
He opened the door, gesturing for you to go inside. The room was completely dark. “Ladies first.”
Oh, what the hell. You stepped inside, Krennic following. He closed the door behind him.
The dim overhead light came on in the tiny space. Shelves lined two opposing walls, leaving barely enough room for the two of you to stand without being completely pressed together. You were inches apart.
“Are we really-” You began, but his mouth was on yours in an instant. His kiss was overpowering, leaving you no room to do much but let him do it. His tongue parted your lips, exploring your mouth. Big hands groped you, grabbing at your tits, your hips. He backed you toward the wall, practically devouring you. He even kissed like an asshole , and it turned you on.
You hiked a leg around him, pulling his body flush to yours. You could feel that he was hard already, the bulge in his pants providing much-needed friction as you pulled him closer. Your hands found his hair and he groaned, a low, growly sound that made your pussy clench.
Still, people could walk by just outside the door . “We need to be quiet,” You panted.
He pulled away from you slightly, just far enough that you could see the bright blue of his eyes in the dim room. He was panting too, hair disheveled. His face was covered in your lipstick. “Oh, do we?” He feigned. He was smirking.
“You’re a dick, you know.” You whispered. “If we’re not quiet and quick, someone will definitely know we’re in here.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” He practically purred. One of his hands slid between you, hiking your dress up, finding your damp core. He pushed your panties aside.
Experienced fingers brushed your clit, eliciting a gasp from you. You bit your lip to keep quiet as he toyed with you, his fingertips deftly swiping at and circling the bundle of nerves. He was too good at this and was working you up far too quickly. His touch sent jolts of pleasure through you.
His mouth found yours again, swallowing your gaps and whines. He nipped and sucked at your bottom lip. His other hand groped your tits roughly as his fingers continued working you.
It was getting difficult to keep your mouth shut, and as the pressure and pleasure continued building, it was growing harder to stay standing upright. You were soaked too, for sure.
His eyes remained fixed on you. They were darkened, like they were by the bar, clouded with need. You tried your best to match his gaze, to fire back your own stare, but it was getting harder as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.
He seemed to pick up on your attempt at resistance and applied more pressure to your clit, making you squirm. You tried to double down, to meet his stare again, but you were close to crumbling, and he knew it.
“Just give it to me already,” He growled. “You know you want to.”
“Asshole,” You breathed, but it was too late. He circled your clit once more and you were done for. Your knees went weak as your orgasm ripped through you. You bit your lip hard enough to draw a little blood, trying to stay silent. You hummed and whined but stayed pretty quiet, all things considered. He worked you through it, continuing to touch you until you were twitching.
Krennic surged forward and captured your mouth again, licking at your lip where it was bleeding. The heat in your core was quickly returning. You wanted more, body once again betraying your mind. You knew enough time had passed that it was nearly time for dinner. People would surely have noticed your absence soon. “They’re going to be waiting for us to eat. We should go back...”
Suddenly, you were being flipped around to face the wall. “They can wait.”
Big hands grabbed your hips and yanked them backward, your ass colliding with his crotch. He pushed you forward, your hands planting flat against the wall. He ground himself against you once more, groaning.
“Would you get on with it!” You snapped, whisper-shouting. Your impatience was half due to the circumstances and half due to your growing desire for him to be inside of you.
He chuckled, hiking your skirt up to your waist. You heard him unzipping several layers of his uniform to free himself. One hand pushed on your lower back, making you arch even further as his other hand lined his cock up to your entrance.
"You're awfully soaked for someone in a hurry." He teased.
Even though you couldn't see it, you could nearly feel the smug look on his face. The lilt in his voice told you all that you needed to know. He was enjoying this far too much.
You huffed, but before a comeback left your lips, he pushed himself all the way in with one smooth thrust. His cock filled you completely, stretching your walls wide. You tried your hardest not to cry out, biting your lip to keep yourself quiet. Krennic’s body covered yours now, chest pressed against your back. His cape draped over the sides of you both, caging you in.
His pace was immediately unforgiving. He gave you no time to adjust to the sudden fullness, the sudden relief of being filled.
He fucked you punishingly, mercilessly, like he was trying to drown himself inside you.
His hands were everywhere. Your back, your shoulders, groping at your tits for purchase. The sounds filling the closet were obscene. With every thrust, you could hear how wet you were, accompanied by your own gasps and the sound of your bodies hitting the wall repeatedly. The shelves shook, rattling cleaning supplies.
Everything about it was brutal, but it felt so fucking good. His cock fit inside of you perfectly, hitting every nerve inside of you, making it really difficult to stay quiet.
You couldn’t help but let out a small moan as his mouth found your neck, kissing, sucking, biting. It wasn’t affectionate, it was aggressive. You could feel him smile, feel his hot breath against your bare skin. Teeth, tongue, lips- from your shoulder to your neck, to just below your ear. The dual stimulation made your body feel like it was burning from the inside, building up quickly again. You were panting, gasping, trying and failing to just remain silent.
He planted one of his hands on the wall next to yours, shifting the angle of his hips. His cock was now directly hitting the spot inside of you that made you see stars with every thrust. You weren’t sure how much longer you could take it.
As if he could read your mind, His other hand wound itself into your hair and pulled. The fistful of hair gave him the leverage to pull you away from the wall, making your back arch painfully backward. It hurt, but you moaned, the combined sensations lighting your every nerve on fire. It was a loud, full, involuntary moan.
Krennic paused. “I thought we were being quiet?” He purred, his words low and slow, right in your ear. His hot breath made you shiver.
Without warning, he shoved you forward again into the wall, only this time, your hands weren’t quick enough to get in front of you. The hand in your hair pressed you forward, the side of your face and your chest smushed against the wall. His hips snapped up against yours, burying himself as deep as possible. It wasn't comfortable, being pressed into like this, but his cock felt so good inside of you that it didn't matter. You moaned again, feeling yourself getting dangerously close to cumming. It was louder than you should have been, but you couldn't find it in you to care anymore. All you could focus on was him. He was overwhelming your senses, enveloping you completely.
The shelves shook harder as he pounded you into the wall. Something toppled off one of them with a crash. You didn't care. You couldn't care. His cock was splitting you open and he was pulling your hair so tightly. You didn't even care that your face was smashed against the wall. The overwhelming presence of him inside of you, on top of you, surrounding you, drowned out everything else.
“I knew you’d like it like this,” He groaned. “That's it, let them hear you.”
His lips found your neck again, sucking a spot right at the soft juncture above your collarbone. It was all too much. His mouth, the vice grip in your hair, his cock practically abusing your pussy. His body covered yours, chest pressed against your back. It was everything and yet not enough. He was everywhere, overpowering your senses, yet you needed more. You wanted as much of him as you could get.
You were so fucking close. His tongue ran over the now sore spot on your neck right as his cock rammed into you and that was it. You came hard, body convulsing. You knew it was loud. Too loud.
Since you were only being held up by his hand pressing you into the wall, you thought you were going to collapse. Your hands flew behind you, blindly searching for anything to grab, Anything to ground yourself, to hold onto for dear life as you came. In the space between your bodies, your hands found purchase on something, a piece of fabric, part of his uniform, that you could wrap your fingers around as your knees went weak. It felt like something with more texture than his shirt or cape. Whatever it was, it kept you from completely falling down.
Oh my god. It was his sash. His fucking sash. You clung to his sash as you came. The very symbol of his arrogance was what your hands found as he made you convulse on his cock.
He gave you no moment of recovery, chasing his own release, which seemed to be rapidly approaching. You were still overstimulated from your own orgasm, and your body felt like it was jelly. His hips snapped into yours with brutal force. His pace became erratic, frantic. You kept clinging to his sash, just to have something to hold onto while he used you.
"I knew you'd be able to take it...I knew you'd need this..." He rambled. "...Had to have you... Had to-"
The hand in your hair left as he used it to pull out. You whined, feeling suddenly very empty. He pumped his fist only a few times before he was moaning, painting your ass with his cum. He stayed bent over you, his arm on the wall for support. You were both panting and sweaty. You stayed that way for a few moments, mutually recovering.
You had to stand up, reorient yourself, or you'd surely fall over. And the cum on your ass was drying. “Are you gonna wipe that off?” You asked.
Pulling your dress back down over it was his response. Lovely .
You stood back up fully on wobbly legs. You righted the top of your dress, tried to smooth your hair back down, and wiped the lipstick from your face. When you looked up, Krennic had done the same, refastening his uniform and fixing his hair. You felt like he cleaned back up unfairly easily compared to you.
There was, however, still some of your lipstick lingering on him. You’d gotten some on his collar, somehow, and there was a smear on his chin. You kept that information to yourself. He left you with the cum, it was the least you could do as a little bit of payback.
You left the closet. Nobody was in the hallway, thankfully.
The lipstick was more obvious in the brighter light, and his hair actually was disheveled. You felt a weird pride in having messed him up a little. Best of all, his sash was wrinkled. You crumpled it pretty badly when you grabbed it. Another victory.
“I think we should go back in separately.” You suggested.
“Oh, yes, probably best.” He agreed, but it was entirely insincere. You knew he wanted everyone to know, he’d made that clear enough. But you wanted to go home, not back into the party. You weren’t as brave about the consequences as he was.
“I do hope you’re at the next one of these,” He said, smiling slightly. “I can be much more insufferable, since you seem to like it.”
“I don’t doubt it.” You said, watching him turn and leave back down the hallway toward the party. You went the opposite direction, toward where you’d left your purse and the door. You could tell your father that you didn't feel well and had to leave.
As you sat in the speeder taking you home, you pulled out a compact mirror from your purse to see how bad you looked.
As expected, your hair was messed up, but not awfully. You’d gotten most of the lipstick off, and your eye makeup actually looked fine. Tilting the mirror, however, revealed several bruises blooming on your neck. That bastard gave you hickies, which you would now need to hide over the next few days to avoid giving an explanation to your father. He definitely did it on purpose.
With a sweater or something, you would be presentable enough to go back into the party, but you were happy with your choice to go home. You weren’t sure how you’d be able to eat dinner while avoiding the bright blue eyes of the man who’d just made you cum against a wall. He’d better not be at any more of these events anytime soon, otherwise you'd be in a heap of trouble.
You were in a sea of sunflowers. Bright, golden fields stretching as far as the eye can see, almost reaching the bright blue horizon.
"Another one of your little escapades?" Jack teased, in his red plaid shirt and midnight blue jeans. Strands of silver ruffled by the breeze. Hands in his pockets, he flashed you a teasing smirk.
"Jack? Look what the cat dragged...whoa—" Jack didn't even give you enough time to react before he hugged you from behind. Robust arms snakes their way to you, bringing him closer. So wonderfully close, the warmth felt like the first rays of morning light. So comfortably soft, so gracefully gentle.
"I love you..." Jack whispered, tone hushed. As soft as a blanket of powdery snow, as comforting as a cottony cardigan.
"I love you too..." You whispered back, feeling him pull you closer.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Banana Fish (Anime & Manga)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ash Lynx/Okumura Eiji
Characters: Ash Lynx, Okumura Eiji, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Adoption, Fluff, the only angsty thing is Ash freaking out about becoming a father, but eiji best husband is here, did I mention that they're married?, Family, Domestic, Domestic Fluff, Parenthood, my friend said this os is cute so y'all should trust her, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, it is set many years later and Ash is obviously alive after his nap in the library
Summary: Ash and Eiji decide to adopt a child and go through various emotions as they're getting closer and closer to reach that goal.
Anon Requested: Hope ur havin a great day.but um i was wondering if i can request momoharu peeping on the manger of the girls basketball team on accident.And whenever he see her all he thinks of is her in her bra and panties.Then he just snaps at her telling her to leave him alone but at the end he apologized.Also reader is a first yr and Madoka sister. But he never tell her that what he did. I feel like this is weird if it is just ignore it. This is also my first time requesting something.
⇢ summary: Momoharu doesn’t make it a habit to peek in on others, yet somehow the one instance where his eyes land itself on an unknown peep hole, he is met with the bare vision of a friend, you. Now he doesn’t know how to even be in the same area as you.
⇢ a/n: listen, this gave me so many issues, and was a struggle to write because I’m so not comfortable writing Momoharu yet. I hope this is what you hoped for, Anon, and despite the issues, I did have a fun time writing it! I really do hope you enjoy and thank you for reading! Also I am so sorry for the wait!!
⤆ Back to the Masterlist ~ crossposted on ao3 ⤇
Momoharu has shit luck.
Well, He believes he has shit luck, and with the way his life constantly plays out, why wouldn’t he?
It just seems like with each complete turn the Earth makes, his luck just gets shitter and shitter, and today appeared to be the shittiest. Teachers seemed to be getting even more annoying, and his classmates were grating.
Hell, by the time he made it to the boy’s locker room, a steady headache was surely starting to pound away at his last bit of patience. So, who could blame him for not thinking straight?
He didn’t put the hole in the wall.
Shit, he forgot that it was there, and that unfortunate failure of his brain caused him to place his eye right over the hole because, hey, what’s the worst that he could see?
Apparently the universe decided to, bless,curse him with the sight of a smooth, bare skin of a young woman’s stomach.
Of course, the hole was a clear gateway to the girls’ locker room.
He should’ve reared back, snapped his eyes away from the small eye-sized hole and forget the smooth display of skin he’d just witnessed. Yet, he didn’t. He was frozen. Eyes non-blinking as he watched the young woman tug a baggy gym shirt over her out of sight head, and then drop her regulated uniform skirt, exposing thighs that he was fucking sure would be soft to touch.
With a bated breath, he watched as the girl stepped father away from the unknown peak hole, her face slowly coming into his view and suddenly it felt as if someone sucker punched him right in the gut--because holy fuck that girl was you.
You, the manager of the girls’ basketball team.
You, the person that was the first to volunteer and help Nano out, even though he was sure you already had your hands tied with the girls’ team.
You, a girl who somehow was a daily fixture of the boys team despite not formally being involved with any of them and who was also a year his junior.
Momoharu damn near stopped breathing.
His body finally reacted, eyes breaking away from the sight of you slightly bending over to tug your gym shorts over your smooth, naked thighs as he retreated to the other side of the boys’ locker room, far from the offending peep hole.
His heart was racing faster than it ever had during practice. Fuck, he was going to have to face you in just a few short minutes. How was he supposed to look you in the eye knowing he’d just seen you in an intimate, private moment. Shit, how was he supposed to look at you without imaging your damn near perfect breast, and smooth thighs that his hands were practically shaking to grasp.
Plus, it wasn’t as if you weren’t attractive to him before.
Hell, he had to hear from his brother damn near 24/7 about how they somehow managed not to get one cute girl to help out with the team, but two--and he somewhat agreed. You had sweet almost doll-like features, an insanely helpful and caring personality and apparently a damn near sinful body to match.
Momoharu let out a deep, heavy sigh. His eyes shutting for a brief moment before immediately blinking back open because all he could see in the forefront of his mind was you. Inhaling slowly, he turned to his locker and began to slowly prepare for practice, ignoring his teammates and friends‘ loud chatter as they slowly filled the club room.
Once he was in the gym, he tried to ignore your light voice as you spoke to the girls on the other side of the gym. He tried to not let his gaze wander to your place on the sidelines as you timed the girl’s wind sprints. He definitely did not allow his mind to wander, his gaze to linger.
One could even say he was flat out ignoring your existence.
Even once the girls were done with their practice and you migrated to the boys half of the court, eagerly speaking to your sister and Nano, he did not acknowledge you. Instead he kept his focus on the task at hand and frankly, it didn’t seem like you noticed anything abnormal.
Well, until you began to hand out water to each of the boys towards the final minutes of their practice.
You approached Momoharu with a soft smile on your face as you offered the cold beverage to him, and the moment his eyes met yours, he almost choked on his spit. Simply because his brain was a fucking traitor and decided to flash that alluring scene from the locker room, the scene he was not supposed to be a witness to.
Rather than accepting the cold beverage with his usual placid expression and small talk, he practically snatched the bottle from your hand and stalked out of the gym. He didn’t see the mixture of confusion and hurt on your face. No, he was too occupied with fleeting images of your body in a state of undress.
He could feel a sense of guilt begin to make its way onto his traitorous mind. He wasn’t supposed to be thinking of you in this manner, to be allowing his mind to sullying the image of you with lewd thoughts about a moment you, yourself wasn’t even aware of.
It was dirty, and a bit despicable. Well, at least to him it was.
Yet he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Even after he’d gotten home, and attempted to close his eyes to rest, images of your curves fluttered to the forefront of his mind. His dreams were plagued with your soft, playful voice, beckoning him to run his hands over each curve and contour of your body. Fuck, his morning routine was even cursed with images of you bending over once you’d dropped that damned skirt.
There was no way he could face you, not when his brain seemed set on imaging every scenario that involved you in a state of undress.
So, he began to avoid you.
It was a simple enough task. The pair of you were in two different years so it wasn’t as if you shared classes. Plus, you were busy with the girls’ team so it wasn’t like you were actively seeking him out often. The only problem was when you helped Nano out. Then he had to brush away any interaction with you.
If Nano asked him to take something to you, he’d ignore her, causing her to turn to another member of the basketball team.
If you approached him with that damned soft (teasing his mind tried to convince him) smile, he’d immediately retreat the other way or all around escape to the boys’ locker room.
Shit, even when you offered to help him improve his shooting by acting as a resident ball girl (fetching and catching the ball so he didn’t have to stop his shooting motion every time his shot didn’t go in), he snapped at you simply because he could not manage being alone with you for a lingering period of time without the safety net of the others around.
He tried to not pay attention to the looks of hurt you sent him, to ignore the way your lips twisted into a pout every time he blew you off. It wasn’t like it was his mission to hurt you, he just needed to purge his mind of every impure thought that kept entering his mind at the mere sound of your voice.
This went on for weeks, the two of you falling into such a tense and awkward dance that the people surrounding began to notice the unspoken tension in the air.
It wasn’t until a rainy day when practice had been canceled due to an upcoming storm, and Momoharu approached the gym for some time to practice alone did he come to face the hurt he caused you.
Pausing on the concrete steps to the gym, he hesitated as he heard your soft voice accompanied by the familiar sound of a basketball hit the waxed gym floors. Of course, Sora would be practicing and you and Nano were helping him. Stopping at the entrance of the gym, he caught a diagonal view of your face, a pout on your lips, arms crossed over your chest as you spoke to the blonde just out of his view.
“Do you think I did something to him?” He heard you ask, voice riddled with confusion as your brows furrowed. It didn’t take a genius to guess who the two of you were discussing, and he felt a slight pang sting through his chest.
“No,” He overheard Nano say, “Maybe he’s just going through something right now, ya know? It probably has nothing to do with you.”
Momoharu watched as the pout on your lips twisted into a small frown, and from your expression he could tell you didn’t believe a word that’d escaped Nano’s mouth. You thought you’d actually done something to offend him. That you were the cause of his short answers, and avoidance. When to him that really wasn’t the case. You weren’t in the wrong, he was.
Now, he felt even more like a piece of shit.
He exhaled before stepping into the gym, both your head and Nano’s turning his direction once they heard the squeak of his sneakers against the waxed floors.
“Yo,” He stuttered out in a greeting, as he watched the frown on your face deepen. He expected you to ignore him, because he’s been on the other side of a cold shoulder from a Yabuuchi before. Yet, you face his gaze head on, and returned his greeting.
The gym was quiet beside the familiar sound of Sora bouncing the basketball down the court, and Momoharu let out a tentative sigh.
“Can we talk?” He questioned, watching as you tilted your head and narrowed your eyes as if you were trying to look for some sort of double meaning in his words.
He was sure you would deny his request because of the way he treated you for the past few weeks, but you nodded, and even followed him back outside of the gym for some sort of privacy away from Sora and Nano.
You didn’t speak, obviously waiting for him to say whatever he had to say, and Momoharu found himself at a loss. His hand came up to rub the back of his neck as his eyes avoided you, because fuck what was he supposed to say?
That he’d been so short with you and avoiding you because he caught a full strip show of you in your underwear? That the reason he didn’t speak to you was because his dreams had been filled with your enticing form, and soft voice. That every time he laid his eyes on you, his mind was immediately sent back to him looking through a fucking peephole at your unsuspecting form?
Fuck no, he couldn’t say that.
He lets out another deep exhale, before looking back at you, “Sorry,” He manages to say without stammering, and a singular eyebrow raises on your face.
“For?” You simply question, your gaze still hard and un-moving as your head tilted to face him fully.
“Being shitty towards you, “ He responds, and he watches as you stare at him, feeling as if you were peeling back every layer of his tone and expression, like you were figuring out exactly why he’d been shitty towards you. Yet to his surprise, you just shrug, a small grin appearing on your lips.
“Well it took you long enough,” You stated, head shaking slightly, “I thought you were going to stay in your little asshole funk forever.”
Momoharu snorted, hands going into the pocket of his gym shorts, “Well I’m over it now,” He mumbled out, and your grin widened even more.
“Good,” You say, a playful tilt to your voice, “Because a week more and I was gonna have Chiaki kick your ass for me.”
A chuckle escaped him, and he reached out to ruffle your hair before passing you into the gym. You follow, still informing him that even if you didn’t enlist his brother to help you, that you probably would’ve just beaten him up yourself, causing another chuckle to leave his lips as he walks in front of you.
Sure his brain isn’t quite over seeing you in such a state of undress, but it was truly unfair of him to just ignore you because he decided to peak in on an unknown hole.
He was just glad that you were understanding enough to not poke him for more information about his distance.
Yet, even with the now dissipated awkward tension gone, there was still something tense about the air surrounding the two of you, and Momoharu prayed to high heaven that you didn’t notice the heat behind his dark gaze from now on.
Class 3-E was about to go on Lunch break after Koro-sensei left the room by the window to head to Spain for some paella. As the students gradually emptied the room, Nagisa finished packing for lunch when he received a message on his phone from Karma.
Intrigued of the reason why his friend didn't just talk to him directly, he read the message. He stared at the message with confused eyes… he unconsciously read the message out loud in slight confusion.
"Kayano is pretty fluffy…?"
"What? What do you mean, Nagisa?"
The bluenette eyes widened as it dawned on him that he just said that out loud. He turned to his friend who was staring at him with her head tilted to the side. He started to blush as he started to think for an excuse of a reason to say something like that.
"I-I didn't- I mean! It was Karma! He sent me this message! I swear! L-" , he stuttered in panic.
But as he was about to show his phone to her, Nakamura snatched it away from him.
"N-N-Nakamura-san! What are you doing?!" he exclaimed.
"Hmm… I'm looking for any message Yuuji-kun might have left you. Are you still in touch with him?" she answered with a grin.
"Not really? Why does it matter?! Give me back my phone!" He snatched it back, and paled as he saw that the message from Karma disappeared, "D-Did you delete Karma's message about Kayano being fluffy?!"
"There was no message like that." she lied with a devilish grin, "But tell me… What's that about Kaede-chan being fluffy?"
"Yes… I'd like to know too." Kayano followed, a faint blush on her face.
Oh crap, now he had to find a solution and way out of this on his own.
"W-W-Well! I- By 'fluffy'! I meant thaaaat that you look liike… a bunny! Yeah!" he exclaimed after seeing her hair, but not without the blush on both teenager's faces.
'Alright, good. Pretty good explanation I guess. Now just need to find an exit.' he thought.
"What do you mean by that?" Kayano asked again.
'Ok. That wasn't planned… You can do it. You got this!'
"W-Well… B-By the way you… EAT! Yes! The way you eat your pudding reminds me of a bunny eating a carrot… somehow."
'Oooh… You don't got this…'
He could clearly hear the giggles from Nakamura behind him, and maybe from Karma too. Nagisa felt his face growing hot from embarrassment.
"Whaaaat I mean was that you're cute aaand…"He noticed what he had said, and his face grew even redder, "I-I-I got to go, Iiiii…. promised Sugino I'll eat with him! See ya later!"
He ran away as fast as he could, hiding his blushing face with his left arm, leaving behind a blushing Kayano when he said she was cute. But when she saw Nakamura turned towards Karma with an impressed expression, giving him a thumb up and a couple of nod. And also the redhead grinning while gesturing a 'sheesh! You're flattering me~!', the actress understood what was happening.
Kayano asked her two classmates to come closer.
"I know what you did." She growled, "I thought you understood that I won't get in Nagisa's way of studies."
"We do! And we agreed to not push you towards him." Nakamura smirked.
"So we decided to push him towards you!" Karma concluded with his typical sinister grin.
Kayano blushed again and started to wail her arms around, begging for them to stop.
"Wh-why are you doing this?!"
"We just want our friends to be together~!" They answered in sync.
"That's half a lie and you know it!" Kayano glared, "what are your real intentions!?"
The duo of jesters looked lowered their heads before slowly raising them in a demonic way.
"Well we really…" the redhead started.
"... really…" the blonde followed.
"...REALLY… want our new toys to play with." They smiled darkly.
Kayano knew that the following month is going to be hard to live with.
XxXxX
Baka's note: First NagiKae oneshot!
Well, that was short :)
Much more to come, I hope you'll like them if you liked this one!
I girlbossed too close to the sun. Started writing for the first time in 7 years....wrote almost 1600 words and the main love interests haven't even met yet.🙃
