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Pairing: Poly141 x female reader

Content Warnings: omegaverse, mature content, sexual situations, explicit language, smut, smut ending, female reader is a little coy and bratty, Female reader has two favourites already. Roach is mentioned. Nikolai is mentioned too. If I missed anything let me know. Your origins. ONI is mentioned again in a tad more detail.

Divider Credit: @cafekitsune

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Word Count: 5034

Summary: These men were a rather particularly odd bunch to you. Neither completely understanding nor completely forgiving from your own perspective.

The scorching sun high in thy sky mocked you as the black cloudless image stares back at you. Reflecting the inky marsh sloshing around your feet. You think it's because of the volcano beneath the depths, remaining out of sight beneath the dark layers of the ocean’s cold, gripping clutches.

Sea fowl, vultures, and the like pick at the rotting corpses left around you. Who were you to deny them their requited feast? For days, you found yourself back there, even as the stench of death soaks into you. You didn’t know whether it was a curse or a blessing.

Or perhaps you were simply haunted. Haunted by the choices made in seats of power. Powerful people sending their young to die for them in pointless and futile endeavours. Maybe it was the family curse of bringing death to those you loved. Regardless of reason. Things were never quite meaningful.

Not anymore, at least. It was your fault, you convince yourself. You brought this onto them like a foul tongued bastard with no home to belong to. The strong odour from the mixture of the deceased of human and fish alike stung your eyes and made it hard to breathe.

These men were a rather particularly odd bunch to you. Neither completely understanding nor completely forgiving from your own perspective. You would rather see yourself stay here in the lake rather than in the log cabin with the five of them. You don’t care for their company for the moment.

Hard to trust someone you don’t know well enough. Hard to want to understand someone if they can snap your neck the moment you turn away from them. Paranoid? Hard not to be when you expect a knife in your back from people who call themselves your ‘ally’ or ‘friend’.

You slept outside in the cool night air, the stuffy heat inside too warm to bring yourself to think about stepping indoors. These ‘men of war’ didn’t seem like they were ‘men of war’ to you, either. You think about how your superior would say, ‘Too much heart and too little sense of precaution’ or was it something else? You don’t remember the exact phrase anymore. Though, it would be surprising if you even tried to remember anything that man told you about how a soldier should be. Bitter right up until he was shot in the head. An accident.

An accident caused by one of the younger recruits. He wasn’t reprimanded, and neither was he punished for the accidental killing of a senior officer. You often wonder why that is. Did the higher ups plan for it to happen? You don’t know what else it could have been. Strange.

Strange in how you only remember how he died rather than how he lived. Not that it mattered anymore. And not like you should care, either. You don't know how long you've been standing out there for or asleep. You don't think about him unless you were about to hallucinate.

You opened your eyes and saw you were before you learned to kill, to maim and to take life from another person. In the act of not wanting to become a burden, so you take it upon yourself to eat their sins and absorb them like they were yours already.

You were standing in the lake again, your eyes hazed over as you hallucinated yourself again. Waiting for your parents to come back completely. Totally. Utterly. Unaware they were already dead. Much like the ones of those you served with. Not given much of a choice. Either starve or fight.

Orphans were the best bet when it came down to Oni’s recruitment method. Better off stealing those with prime genetics than to commit wholesale murder. At least that is what they will tell anyone foolish enough to believe them or take them at face value. If they really wanted to?

Sometimes, if they wanted to fight dirty enough, they would pay in the hundreds of thousands of dollars to get their hands on them. Layering NDA upon NDA documents on the confidential matter to keep it disclosed and forcing them to keep their mouths shut tight about the entire matter.

Born into this system from day one, your own mother played with your genetics beforehand, ‘saving Oni time’ according to her. She always had that sickening dark sense of humour. What better way to experiment than to use your own child? What better way to ensure a rather quick integration?

Your mother made sure you could speak German, Russian, Spanish, French, and Italian. Long before, she thought it was pertinent for you to learn English. Her reason behind these specific choices were simple. They were the languages of the elite. The ones who had both the most power and influence.

You were three years old when your mother made sure you started gymnastics. Your mother wanted to instil flexibility, agility, and grace into your bones.

At five years old when you started learning to use a gun. Your mother’s reason for this choice? To keep you safe. To get a head start above the rest of them. Giving you the technical know how of how to dismantle a gun within five minutes at the most.

You were six when you started MMA and Kickboxing. Your mother said it was to keep you from remaining idle for too long. “Idle hands make idle minds” she would lecture until it was engrained into your mind.

Seven when you hunted, killed and butchered your first animal. Your mother had told you it was to teach you survival skills, to show you where your food came from. You had watched with wide eyes as she had done it before you, her movements precise, almost loving as she dissected the creature in front of you.

You were nine years old when she got you into fencing, “a warrior must know all forms of combat. Otherwise, they are just fanciful idealists with no real means to achieve their passions.” She wanted you to break yourself and build yourself back up into something no one could recognise.

The time you reached the age of ten when you killed your first human target. Not because your mother had demanded it. She didn’t force your hand and nor did she ask you to. Your protective senses were on fire. It was the only way to get him from ruining your mother’s work.

At sixteen, you learned how to make your own bullets, tracking bullets, incendiary bullets, explosive bullets, armour-piercing bullets, tranquilliser darts, and even some that could disintegrate on impact. It was a necessary evil, your mother had said. It was something you had to learn to survive in this world.

You’re not sure if your mother was ever happy with how you turned out in ONI. You never got the chance to ask her yourself. You could only listen to old recordings of her ‘findings’ about you in the hopes to help you sleep sometimes.

As you stood in the lake, inside the layers of cold, freezing water. You wondered if you were supposed to be alone for the rest of your life and this is how things were supposed to be. Forever.

You sliced your mother’s old knife through the palm of your hand three times each. To ascertain how far your heat is going. You don’t think about how it could affect the five men inside the cabin once you were done.

As you were walking to your hammock? Two of the men were at the back door with the arms crossed like you pissed in their favourite coffee cup or something. Soap and Price weren’t happy with the fact you were off in the lake at this time of day. Let alone by yourself.

Soap was the first of the two to speak up, his frown is deep-set, his fingers digging into his biceps as he crossed his arms, “Where the fuck have you been for the last three and a half hours?”

“The lake near the backyard, I didn’t think you’d notice I wasn’t here in the cabin.” you answered with a yawn.

Price raised an eyebrow at your answer, “It’s minus seven degrees out there, you could have gotten sick from hypothermia if you stayed any longer out there. Do you know how unsafe it is out there on your own?”

“I can handle it. We’re not built the same, how many times do you need to be told that before you decide to listen to it. Besides, I don’t want to be stuck around here while the five of you fuck each other in there.” you frowned. “What did you want me to do? Wait around and listen to you? Boring. I don’t want to wait around for someone who fucks themselves and ignores me.”

“Talk about not knowing to please anyone but yourselves.” you added in, pulling your headphones on and going to sleep. Yet, long before you could go into a deep sleep, long before you could get the chance to sleep again. Nikolai? He decided to pick you up and take you back inside.

You squirmed around as he tightly wrapped his arms around you. Nikolai whispered into your ear, “Keep still, little mouse, or I might drop you into the cold. Can’t risk that sweet flesh getting cold now, can I?”

You kicked your sweatpants and then got extra comfortable afterwards. Ghost didn’t think you’d be THAT willing to cuddle up to the Russian man. But he was wrong before and now Price? Price was a little jealous over the fact that Nikolai could get you to stop being a little bratty without much of a hassle.

As you were asleep beside Nikolai like you hadn’t slept properly in months. Price couldn’t help but ask how you could listen to Nikolai or Roach without much hassle. Especially since Roach is a beta.

“How come she’s well-behaved for those two and for the rest of us?” Price asked Ghost a few hours later.

Ghost still remembers how you sniffed all over Roach’s face and ultimately decided, ‘Yeah, I’ll take this one.’ Which Roach didn’t anticipate at the time. It was like you were choosing a new pet at the store and decided he was the one for you.

The next morning is full of noise while you were eating potato noodles you made yourself. While watching a shark documentary on the television. Ghost was allowed to get close to you without any adverse effects. Which surprised Price when he saw it happen in front of his very eyes.

After a while you were asleep and there were at least three dirty bowls from the amount of porridge you ate afterwards. Price didn’t know how fast you could eat before this, and seeing it now?

It wasn’t anything he’s ever seen before. You napped for at least thirty minutes and then devoured three bowls of porridge. Price didn’t anticipate this level of appetite from you. It was like Nikolai found the right kind of porridge for you to enjoy this much. “Semolina porridge,” he remarked. “Made from Semolina flour, milk, water, a pinch of salt, butter, and white sugar. One part added while you’re cooking it and a second smaller amount to dust it off. Along with a few strawberries.”

They could tell Nikolai was proud of himself for making it for you. Price could still feel the burn of jealousy inside his heart. Not that he would ever say it out loud for the rest of the to hear it too. He felt like he needed to find a way to get closer to you and quick.

It felt like you were unintentionally taunting him with how content you are right this moment. He knows it feels irrational to think this way. But how else could he feel when you act like this for two of them? How else could he feel when you are so foreign to someone like himself? How does anyone react to someone like you anyway? Was there even a right way to begin with?

He tried shaking the thoughts from his mind and all it did was delay them for a few hours to a few days. Sometimes it felt like you hated him for some reason because you never acknowledge his presence some days. Like you were off in your own world where no one else could follow you into.

But you were too honest to hide things from them either. You deliberately told them the truth to their faces and said you didn’t want to go into specifics. As you said, it would ‘turn their stomachs and lose their appetites faster than they can scream the word ‘Monster’.

You never elaborated further than that. You said it wasn’t necessary. “Part of being experimented. You must not tell lies.” Price remembered you saying over the radio.

“Pretty sure ONI operatives weren’t always this brutally honest right?” Soap asked you.

“Depending on the operative. Otherwise, they’ll go a step further and become brutally honest. Which is far worse than the general kind.” you answered. “Those operatives? They do not give a fuck about what kind of rank you hold or how many times you remind them of it too. They can, and they will beat you down with raw honesty.”

You didn’t think your honesty was that brutal, you thought you were pretty tame in comparison. Though, from their own perspective of you? You were just as bad they were if not worse. Because who else knows how to cut down someone with just words alone other than ONI?

“A few of them are nice enough to soften up the truth before giving it you. But find those operatives is more or less like finding a needle in two giant haystacks. Next to impossible and often aren’t shooting a gun or a field medic either. They’re more or less likely to be a chef for a base’s canteen or someone’s personal assistant somewhere higher up. Those operatives? They are high octane positivity to the core.”

“Exhausting to deal with and depletes your social battery real fast.” you added in. For clarification for people like Ghost who had a limited social battery sometimes. “So if you have the luck of running into one of them sometime. Don’t ask about anything related to their job. Unless you want to stay there for six hours. Don’t ask them.”

You still didn’t know what to think of these men. But for one thing you knew for certain is that they were a strange bunch. Stranger than any operative you ever encountered in the past. You still don’t have a concrete opinion of them. The only you can form in the back your mind is that they’re different from most in some ways.

In some others they’re pretty much the same. You don’t know where this is going or how it would end up for you or them. You could only guess and assume. Neither of which are proven to be something rely on, and you don’t intend to do either one.

When price saw you in the lake again? This time he decided to do something he didn’t think he had in him. He didn’t think he’d find himself right beside her in the lake’s water. The water chilled his skin faster than he could gasp out loud. Is this the kind of thing they taught you to tolerate regularly?

“How are you not suffering from frostbite?” he exclaimed in shock.

You placed his hand on your cheek to feel your temperature. “Does this answer your question?” Before he could say anything else you shoved his hand up the front of your shirt too. “How about now?”

Price’s eyes went wide, the heat emanating from you was far more than a normal human could ever possess let alone anyone like them. Sure they got warm, but they never had gotten this warm before. “Fuck, you’re hotter than a fucking sauna in here, Venom!” Price exclaimed, his hand retreating quickly.

You snickered like his reaction amused you a lot which only made Price rather bashful over the fact that he realised his hands were just between your tits moments ago. The closest he’s been to getting you undressed in a sensual intimate manner.

Combined with the fact you weren’t too bothered with where his hand had just been made Price feel rather flustered. How could you be so calm and collected about this? He thought you would have been a virgin or even shy about this kind of thing. Yet again he is proven wrong.

“What’s matter price can’t handle the heat?” you playfully taunted him as you walked to your hammock at the back of the cabin. Before you could go back to sleep in your hammock? Price had decided to stop you from walking away from him by taking your wrist in his hand. Pulling you right back to him, his hand on your waist and another hand on your throat.

The sudden jerk forward threw you off balance just a tad, just a little, causing your eyes to widen from the action alone. You didn’t think he’d be this forward, and you thought you could get away with pushing a few buttons at least. His thumb traced down the large vein in your throat, his hot breath against your ear, “I can handle you perfectly little mouse. But, little mouse? You’re playing a dangerous game with me right now.” There is a warning hinting inside his tone.

“Is that so? Here I thought you were just being handsy or perhaps even jealous?” you mused with a slight hum and the act of biting your bottom lip was enough to send Price over the edge.

You felt like you were 22 all over again, and you were about to sneak out to see someone off base. That relationship didn’t last long. The guy was shipped out not too long after, and he died in a mission somewhere in the UK. You still think about the guy sometimes. But not long enough for you to remember his name again.

Price’s grip tightened around your throat just a fraction, a smidgen. Just enough for you to be aware of how strong he is without really putting more effort into it. Without cutting off your oxygen supply to your lungs. His thumb continued to caress the side of your neck. Feeling the pulse quickening under his touch.

The heat from your body continued to be palpable. His own arousal grew in response to it. His other hand that had been at your waist is now drifting to your cheek, causing your eyes to flutter just a bit. He leaned in just enough for his breath to brush against your skin.

He whispered, “Little mouse, you’re playing a rather dangerous game with me.”

“How can you be so certain of that?” you coyly questioned battling your eyelashes, your voice a seductive purr. You weren’t going to just give yourself over without playing around a little first. What’s the point of sex if your not one hundred and ten percent willing?

Price smirked as you were trying to play hard to get, just like how he was hard to get rid of. It’s like an immovable object colliding with a stubborn force of nature. Or as the saying goes ‘What happens if an unstoppable force collides with an immovable object?’.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you? With your coy smiles, your flared clothes, your little games, venom? Hm? You act like your invincible, and you don’t care about anything. Ever.” Price spoke in a hushed tone, his warm breath against your skin.

You were about to squeak out something much like a little mouse they loved to call you so much now. Before you got the chance to do just that? Price decided to hush you up by pressing his lips against yours. It made your head spin like crazy. Like he knew exactly what to do to get your knees to buckle.

The kiss was just rough enough to keep your attention, gentle enough to keep you from pulling away from him. The silent conversation of emotional needs colliding together like two asteroids or two star colliding together. You didn’t want to admit it. You really didn’t want to.

Your heart is beating like a wild horse in a rodeo. Kickstarted like a generator. And your body? Your body felt like it was on fire.

His scent is overwhelming, but not unwelcome to your senses. You can feel his hand tighten against your throat further, an act of possession and unfiltered desire which you are more familiar with.

His thumb gently caresses your cheek as you kissed him. Sending sparks throughout your body, your hands slowly drifted to his chest. Unsure if you pull him closer or push him away. It felt odd to be kissed like this.

Sure you’ve gotten laid in the past. But it wasn’t like this before. It was always a frenzy of tearing each other’s clothes off and leaving before the other woke up. Before their hangover could affect your own.

You weren’t used to the slow affair it could have been. You don’t know if you even deserved something like that at all. Did a creature like deserve such a thing? Did you? Be honest with yourself. Did you really think you deserve to be seen as ‘normal’?

You pulled away. You couldn’t think of anything. It was like he scrubbed it clean with his tongue and two hands. Price smirked, “You’re not used to that, are you? I can tell from your face, it's an open book right now. I think you are much, much cuter when you’re like this.”

“Not mention, you don’t say much afterward,” he added. “If I hazard a guess you are far more used to the one-night stand kind of thing, and you are far more used to the rough kind of love, no?” His eyes searched yours, looking for a reaction.

Your face flushed, and your sudden bashful behaviour now made it glaringly obvious of your inexperience to this kind of thing. You now realise he’s reading you like book you didn’t know all the pages to or the lyrics to a song you can’t listen to without crying.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you stated, your hand is still shaking, stop it from shaking before he notices. You feel more like a young teen who’s nervous around a first crush or something equally cheesy. The kind of feeling which didn’t lead to a one-night stand, a hangover, and a guy stealing your underwear like a pervert of some kind.

Price took a step closer to you, his hand still on your cheek, his thumb stroking it gently. “I can feel it, your heart racing like it’s running a marathon. I know you’re not used to this.” His voice was low, almost a murmur. It was as if he didn’t want to break the spell of the moment.

You swallowed hard, trying to find your voice, trying to keep the heat from burning up your entire body. “Is that so? Maybe I like playing hard to get, hmm?”

You wandered off to the bath house to cool down properly there. You didn’t run away. You know you didn’t. But you kind of felt like you had, right? Like you had decided that running away was the better option for you.

You didn’t bother hiding your tracks. You weren’t a coward. You didn’t have to hide from anyone. You didn’t have to. You weren’t weak. You’ve never been weak. Not even when you were a child. Not even when you were being experimented on.

You didn’t have a thing to fear. You were the thing everyone else and everything else is scared of. You were always careful in your choices, right?

You didn’t expect him to follow you into the bathhouse. His eyes never leaving your form hidden beneath your clothes, no matter how much you hid behind graphic men’s shirts, sweaters and sweatpants, or the crop tops with kimono sleeves or bells sleeves with flared pants and jeans.

He knew that you weren’t going anywhere. Not when he had you right where he wanted you. He had to admit, seeing you like this? It was far more satisfying than he could ever have imagined.

The bathhouse is steamy, fogged, you were hard to see through it all. But he knew you were in there, that was all that mattered right? To know you were in there.

The water from the shower had a faint hint of mint, and you knew that it was going to be a long night. You turned the water to cold, as cold as it could go and stepped underneath it. It only dimmed the heat inside you by a small margin.

He watched as the water ran down your body, your skin goosebumps from the cold. He didn’t say anything, just took off his clothes and stepped into the shower with you. His body washed with the minty scent of the water, and the heat from his skin clashed with the coldness from yours.

Price wrapped his arms around you from behind, his erection pressing into your back. You could feel the heat radiating from him, it was like standing in front of a bonfire. His lips grazed your neck, and his teeth nipped at the sensitive skin there, making you gasp. “You are mine, Venom,” he whispered.

You could help but lean into him, even as his fingers traced your jawline and his gaze remained on your low rise micro V string underwear which only covered the bare minimum at most. Leaving next to nothing else to the imagination. If Price knew you were wearing this kind of underwear the entire time?

He would surely have had something to say to it. You imagine how one conversation would have gone, with you stating how it's not their problem and that it wasn’t his business to know what kind of underwear you wore. Then again they should be used to the fact that you don’t wear a bra in your off hours sometimes.

Price’s hand drifted down to your waist again. Tracing the edges of your underwear like he wanted all of you. In ways, you never thought about. Or even experienced for yourself. Your breath hitched and you turned to face him. The slick wet tiles against your back as he pulled at your underwear. You would have taken it off, but it was already coming off with his hands and the slight growl?

If that was to indicate anything, it was his want, his need to claim you as not only his but his pack’s. The wild and primal urge crawled up your throat. As your core tightened, shivers travelled down your spine. You didn’t know if it was the way he looked at you or the way he touched you. Maybe it was both of those things all at once?

“I… I…. I can’t.” you whispered in heavy, heaving gasps. This is foreign territory for you. Usually it was going down the guy rather than the other way around. You didn’t know if you would like it either.

He paused for a moment. Only a moment did he pause in his pursuit of your nectar seeping from in between your thighs. His hands slid further down. He muttered, “Yes. Yes you can.” as he slid your underwear off you, and “MINE” he growled.

He didn’t bother to keep his voice down when he uttered those words from his lips. Pressing them against your inner thigh, slowly moving further up and up.

Reaching the juncture between your plump thighs, his trailed against your weeping cunt. You gasped as you felt his warm tongue against your clit. In response your body shivered and your back arched. Eyelids fluttering as he continued to taste every part of your folds.

His hands found themselves planted on your ass cheeks as he continued to eat your pussy out like he was starving, and you were the last meal for the rest of his life.

You didn’t know what to do, you felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Your hands found themselves in his hair, gripping it tightly as waves of pleasure crashed over you. It had been a long time since someone had touched you like this, with care and hunger.

Price's grip grew stronger, his tongue dancing around your folds, tasting you. His breath was warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he moaned, the vibrations resonating through your body and making your knees wobble.

As the sensation building up inside your depths, your body tightening and quivering under his touch. You felt like you were edging closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm. You were going to fall long before you felt like you were ever ready to.

Your breath grew to be ragged, heavy, you urged him to go faster, and he was more than willing to comply. A blur of pleasure and confusion.

Before you could orgasm he stopped and stood up, you whimpered when he pulled his tongue from your depths.

“Why did you stop?” you asked. Your voice horse from the amount of moaning you made from your preciously beautiful lips.

Price smirked at you, a small part of his dominance over you in this intimate act within his eyes as he lifted your chin in his hand, “Because, my sweet little darling mouse, I am far from being done with you.”

He picked you up and carried to his room rather than your own. What better way to tame a wild creature such as yourself than to have it done in your own strong scented domain? What better way to ensure his seed is deep inside you and that you have at least one of his children?

This will surely help you remember whose pack you are part of now. To help remind you who you belonged to now and who was in your past.

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