Cw: Crude language, NSFW content, straight smut, MDNI (18+), lore related violence, slightly graphic descriptors (pertaining to zombies, nothing overly grotesque)Â
Tags: aggressive!Krauser, toxic!Krauser, possessive!Krauser, enemies to "lovers", push-pull dynamic, doctor!Reader, Jack Krauser x Fem!Reader
Click for Part 1, Part 2. This is part 3 of the series.Â
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Operation Javier was in full effect. In the early morning, the USSOCOM general had assigned specific roles and tasks to each mission member. Your job: administer the antiviral agent to all encountered infected individuals in and around MixcĂłatl. It sounded easy enough, although this was without considering the fact that your patients sought to attack you. That was a later concern. By the following day, you and the rest of the BSAA unit, along with Krauserâs men, were transported to military airlines. Safe to say, you werenât about to get a welcoming postcard from the Amazon Rainforest.Â
The vibrations of the plane, along with its persistent turbulence, jostled you awake. After departing from the USSOCOM base, you and the rest of the Operation Javier attendees were ushered through an endless series of military air force customs. By the time you actually got on the aircraft, exhaustion had hit, its force unwavering. Opening your eyes, Jill and Chris were still entertaining their dreams. The lights were dim in the cabin, its main source stemming from the pilotâs den. Looking around the plane, everyone else seemed to be asleep.Â
There were still four hours left of the journey.Â
The hum of the planeâs engine was static, but not loud enough to drown out unwanted thoughts. You thought of the dream you had a few nights ago. The way that it closed the distance between you and him. Despite it being just a figment of your imagination, it felt painfully real. You couldâve sworn the heat from his skin was tangible against yours. Even still, you knew better. It was nothing more than the firing of neurons, a collection of chemical interactions, producing some sick, obscene fantasy you could never utter out loud. You wouldnât dare welcome the idea into reality. Krauser didnât have that kind of power over youâor at least you convinced yourself as much. Instead of dwelling on the fictitious, you brought your attention back to your surroundings. You needed to do something. Your body was stiff from sitting anyway, so the proposition of getting up was appealing. Wriggling past Jill and Chris, you made your way towards the restroom.Â
Walking down the aisle, you noticed Krauser in his seat. His arms were tightly crossed over his chest. Even at rest, the man never gave up his intensity; his jaw clenched, his expression still solemn. For a moment, you slowed your pace, watching the subtle rise and fall of his chest. âHmph,â you grunt to yourself before continuing to the restroom.Â
Looking in the tiny mirror, the flickering lights werenât flattering on your features. Or maybe you really were just that tired. This was supposed to be a one-week exhibition after all, just some additional manpower for the USSOCOM before they went on this mission. But here you were, meddled into some military horror story, your antagonist: Freudâs Id incarnate. You splashed some water onto your face before heading back to your seat. During this time, Krauser had seemingly left his. You made it no concern of yours.Â
You slept the rest of the way.Â
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âSouth Amparo Rainforest, Military Aircraft Landing Zone: 4:31 p.m.
Stepping off the aircraft was otherworldly. The air was thick, the humidity almost malleable against your hand. The sun burned parallel to the ground, scorching the tarmac beneath your boots. Even on the airstrip, you could see the dense jungles surrounding its perimeter. It was truly no man's landâthe fragile bridge between civilization and primitive Earth. A man approached your group, one you could only assume worked alongside the USSOCOM. Krauer took charge, exchanging brief words with the stranger before him. It wasnât long before authorized military vehicles arrived on scene, your next ride into the jungle. You really were being ushered from one place to the next.
Getting into the vehicle, you and Jill pressed against the window, observing the heavy greenery just outside. It was a labyrinth of twisted vines, tree canopies, and thick trunks that encompassed you. Its breadth was indicative of the rainforest's long life, extending far before your own and continuing when you were gone. The jeep drove completely off-road, violently jostling all seated members. Seatbelts suddenly gained a token of your gratitude. Â
âItâs surreal how big these trees are,â Jill exclaimed, her eyes peering attentively through the glass.Â
âBig trees mean big animals,â Chris warned from the passenger seat. He was the least fascinated out of the three of you.Â
âAwe, you need to hold my hand?â You joked, shooting Chris a sadistic smile. He could only roll his eyes at you, but his macho act was betrayed by the subtle grin on his face.Â
âAye, your friend is right,â the man driving said, chiming into your conversation. âThe animals here areâŚunnaturalâthe bugs, theyâŚthere is something wrong with them.â The atmosphere shifted in the car, quickly reminding you and your companions of the reason for your arrival.Â
âCould you be more specific?â Chris inquired.
âItâs the sizeâthe mouth of these creatures. Like some mishap in evolution pushed them away from their original destinations.â You pressed your lips together, your eyes meeting Jillâs. You could only think of the MixcĂłatl residents, how they mustâve felt encountering these evolutionarily divergent creatures. Your stomach dropped. It was at this moment that you dedicated yourself to your role. You would succeed in treating everyone you humanly could, stripping them of their viral constraints. You had to.Â
âAhâŚI trust you lot will do a good job for whatever youâre âere for,â your chauffeur said, sensing the gravity of the situation. âYou folk can smile now, weâre almost at our destination.âÂ
The man was right. The jungle soon became sparse, a small clearing opening in front of the jeep. Looking to your left, Krauser and his men had already arrived. Exiting the vehicle, a large safehouse emerged from behind overhanging trees. The safehouse walls were painted in the traditional military camo, or at least you figured it used to be. The splotches of greens and browns seemed to blend into one another, looking more uniform than discrete. Of all things, it wasnât a homey sight.Â
âThey never keep us in one place long enough to get comfortable,â Jill said, her yawn infectious.
âMaybe itâs for the bestâwonât become attached to anything,â you replied.
âReal poetic,â Jill teased. She came up behind you, giving your shoulders a squeeze. âCome on,â she drawled while pushing you forward, her hands still grasping your shoulders. âThey better have fucking AC here.âÂ
Following the crowd, youâalong with Jill on your tailâmade way into the safehouse. Inside was damp, the humidity seeping through the cracks of the outdated infrastructure. It was in dire need of restoration and undoubtedly short on any circulating coolant. That was a luxury this base couldnât afford. Everyone gathered in the main room, standing in front of a small stage; its central piece: a wooden podium.Â
A short orientation was led by the USSOCOM general. It certainly wasnât a fancy gathering; the sound of water dripping from the ceiling interrupted every pause the general made in his speech. To your good fortune, you were informed youâd only be spending one night in this shithole. At first sunlight, you would make way for MixcĂłatl. The general went on to present the placements as follows: Chris Redfield and unit evacuating neighbouring regions of the Amparo borders; Jack Krauser and unit pursuing Javier Hidalgo.Â
âAnd for the doctor,â the general spoke, âyouâll be required to accompany the Krauser unit. The antiviral is most necessary in the regions already infected. Youâll be of no use in Captain Redfieldâs brigade.â Your mouth practically fell open. To your right, Chris was glaring at your orator, withholding any irrational urges to object. Unfortunately, he knew his place, and so did you. Both of you kept quiet.Â
âEverybody clear on their duties?â The general asked, his hands arrogantly held up in the air. It was clear he didnât truly seek any rejection. The room was silent. âGood,â he said, âget sleep while you can.â With that, he excused himself, walking out of the room.Â
You quickly realized the general had no intention of staying here, burning alive in some desolate corner of the Earth. He was off to his air-conditioned hotel, spoiled with all-inclusive services and unlimited dopamine fixes to indulge in. You were merely a pawn to the government. Disposable. It made you question if the USSOCOMâs intention, outwardly projected as sincere to help the people of MixcĂłatl, was really genuine. In truth, no matter where you went, corruption followed.Â
You were pulled out of your thoughts when Krauser approached you, Chris and Jill eyeing him.Â
âGuess youâll be joining me in my quarters, since youâre no longer BSAA property,â Krauser sneered.Â
âThe mission starts at sunriseâI will see you at sunrise,â you barked at him before turning to accompany Jill to her bunk. Chris delayed his movements, keeping next to Krauser for a moment longer. You could hear him speak to Krauser, his voice low and cold. His words were unintelligible, but you had already left the congregation room, Jill close by your side.Â
âIâm getting sick of that freak,â Jill protested, shuffling around her bunk. It was tiny, the space barely bigger than the bed itself. You sat on the edge of the bed, allowing her more area to pace.Â
âHeâll have a mission to adhere to once we're out there,â you reasoned, âand, if anything, I could secretly get rid of him if things get bad.â You smiled affirmingly at Jill, but she didnât seem all that assured.Â
âI just canât believe we wonât be together, I mean, why would they bother to split up the divisions?â
âIt pains me to say this, but I think the general made the right call,â you said. âThe people who are infected need to be treated immediately. People in neighbouring regions wonât benefit from the antiviral.â Â
âUgh, I guess,â Jill responded in defeat, sighing at the inevitable outcome. âJust promise me youâll take care of yourself. Itâs technically your first field mission, ya know?â You laughed at her statement.Â
âOh yeah, out of anyone I think Iâd be the most aware that this is my first mission,â you said, grabbing her hands. You guided her to sit beside you. âAnd I promise Iâll be safe, weâll have girls night when this is all over.â Jill smiled wearily at you, but her eyebrows were still furrowed.Â
âWe better. Donât think Iâve forgotten about the date Iâll have set up for you.âÂ
âMm, how could I forgetâŚâ You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes at her. While you watched Jill laugh, the thought of her safety concerned you more, anxiety brewing in your stomach. If anything happened here, you hoped it would be bestowed upon you, leaving your friends in the clear. You were a doctor, after all. Itâs your job to save people.Â
You left Jillâs room close to 10 p.m., the two of you deciding it was best to accumulate as much sleep before the missionâs start. It was quiet that night, no disturbances and certainly no appearances of uninvited guests. Perhaps the universe was occupied with berating someone else. Or maybe it was just the calm before the storm.Â
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 âSouth Amparo Rainforest, Outside Safehouse B: 5:11 a.m.
The morning sun spread across the rainforest, its light rays seeping through the gaps between trees. It was almost beautiful, how golden lines painted streaks across the horizon. For a moment, you basked in the warmth the environment had kindly offered you, taking in its last bit of serenity. You were already outside the safehouse, waiting in the clearing for Krauser and his men to join you. Within the next five minutes, your peace deteriorated, and the rest of the mission attendees had gathered around you. You could see Jill and Chris off to your left, orchestrating the conduct of their own tasks. Soon after, they got into their respective military vehicles and disappeared into the dense jungle beyond you.Â
It was just you now, the only remnants of the BSAA now integrated into Jack Krauserâs unit. You couldnât feel more out of placeâmore foreign.  Â
âLeon and I will head into MixcĂłatl,â Krauser ordered, âthe rest of you, eliminate any threat in search of the Hidalgo residence. Doctor, youâre with me.â His face was void of emotion, or at least of anything you could properly read. You blatantly complied with his demands, entering the passenger seat of the jeep, Krauser in the driverâs seat, Leon in the back. Following Krauserâs pursuit, you suppressed anything that would interfere with your conscience on this mission. At this time, it was crucial that you remained absolute. That you wouldnât let emotion get in the way. The car ride was silent, reflective of the seriousness that brooded between the three of you in the vehicle. It was an hour drive from the safehouse on unchartered roads before intersecting the village highway. From there, a long gravel path took you into the heart of MixcĂłatl village. The antivirals sat readily in your pockets.Â
Stepping out of the vehicle, the village was noticeably hotter. The lack of tree canopies made shade scarce. The heat haze was evident, mirages moving like waves from off the ground.Â
âWhere the hell is everyone?â Leon questioned, scoping out the rundown homes around you.Â
âOne hell of a ghost town,â you responded, peering behind open doors, âseems everyone left in a rush.âÂ
Sudden rummaging between two houses saturated your senses. The three of you drew your weapons, cautiously aiming into the alleyway. A man slowly emerged. He appeared to be in a state of shock, and the heat wasnât helping. Krauser approached him.
âSir, are you alright?â Krauser asked. âCan you explain what happened here?â During this time, you set up a dose of your antiviral, preparing a sterile syringe for injection.Â
It was instantaneous, the aggression that possessed the man before you. He lunged himself forwards, falling to your side in the same second. Even with the silencer, the gunshot echoed around your head. Your eyes darted to Krauserâs, his already waiting. He lowered his gun to his hip.Â
âWhat the fuck?!â You glowered, âhe needed our help!âÂ
âWhat he needed was to be put down,â Krauser snapped back.Â
âThen why am I here with this goddamn antiviral, huh?!â You broke your gaze from Krauser, fixating on the man who lay lifeless at your feet. Crimson pooled around his head.Â
âArgue later, weâve got company,â Leon called out, his gun aiming towards where the man first appeared. Dozens of infected villagers came into view. You clutched the syringe in your hand, trying to rationalize your approach. You were surrounded.Â
âDoctor, draw your weapon!â Leon was yelling at you now, the barrel of his handgun already smoking.Â
The universe really was out to get you. It was a joke, your presence. Here you were, a doctor in the middle of a battlefield, unable to offer any of your well-earned expertise. It was a fine line, the one between life and death, to heal or to kill. You were faced with the existence of both at this very moment.Â
Dropping the syringe, you cocked your gun.Â
It was hellfire, the sounds of bullets raining around you. With each shot, the force of the gun snapped your arms back. Every target you aimed at was a life stripped of choice. The choice of self-preservation, and you took it away with a little ball of lead, projected at high speeds. Something so trivial, so minute, yet it was given the utmost power.Â
In the midst of mayhem, in the corner of your eye, Krauser was caged. He drew his knife to clear the space around him, but another figure stood up behind him. You fired, the body of the infected falling onto Krauserâs back.Â
âIâll let it get you next time,â you scowled. It was a threat to Krauser, but his lips curled upwards. In his own mind, he hoped it was a promise youâd devote just for him.Â
The gunfire finally slowed, each of you taking the time to reload your weapons. But you werenât progressing at all; the dead were continuously rising from unguarded alleys.Â
âWe need to moveâNOW!â Leon demanded from across the courtyard. A wall of the infected divided the space between you and him, Krauser on your side.Â
âRun, Leon! Weâll circle back!â You yelled, the sound of the mob daring to drown out your voice. Turning back, Krauser was already lifting a rusted fence, the villagers closing in on you. Reloading your weapon, you slid beneath the opening Krauser had created before holding the wire in place for him to follow. He grabbed hold of your hand, his grip tight, and the two of you ran from the commotion. You didnât look back.Â
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 âMixcĂłatl Border, Amparo Rainforest: 12:41 p.m.
It seemed like hours since you last saw Leon. Your legs burned beneath you while the afternoon sun was pounding overhead. You were still running alongside Krauser, desperately searching for somewhere to safely reconvene. His distance ahead of you grew steadily. At this rate, youâd fall behind. The trees slowly thickened where you had unknowingly travelled. You could easily conclude you were pushing the outskirts of MixcĂłatl, away from any civilization. The visibility was poor, the density of the jungle impeding your perception.Â
Then something in the treeline caught your eye.Â
âWait!â You exclaimed, halting your movements. You yanked Krauserâs arm, pulling him to a stop. Pointing towards a small opening in the trees, you could see a cabin just beyond your position. The scene was quiet with no apparent signs of life.Â
âWe should check it out,â you said panting, âcollect our thoughtsâŚplan how to get back to Leon.â Krauser made no effort to formally agree with you, simply marching towards the cabin. Scoffing, you felt Leonâs absence tenfold. Whether it was all the running or the sheer humidity of the jungle, the air was dangerously thick. You questioned if it was possible to drown outside of water, to run out of oxygen despite the surplus of trees around you. It was best not to give it too much thought. You followed close behind Krauser.Â
Krauser kicked open the door, scanning the cabinâs interiors diligently, his hand resting cautiously on the handle of his knife. The living room was run-down; holes in the ceiling let the sunâs rays reach the floor. Dust was made visible as it floated past the intruding beams of light. You heard quiet shuffling emerge from the room to your right. Krauser unsheathed his knife at the sound, but you fiddled with a new syringe. The door creaked open, a man appearing from within. He was dishevelled and unkempt, the buttons on his shirt completely undone. It was a grotesque sight: the manâs body actively experiencing rot, but he was still moving. Still approaching.Â
âSir, I can help you,â you explained, desperation in your voice. You held up the needle in your hand, ready to administer the dosage before Krauser took matters into his own hands.Â
The man collapsed before you. You stood still in disbelief.Â
Krauser wasted no time in examining the rest of the cabin, his knife now resting in the flesh of a stranger. You remained in the living room, staring at the body before you. When he concluded that the premise was clear, he picked up the man from the floor and went outside. He returned empty-handed, closing the door behind him.Â
âWhatâŚis wrong with you?â You asked him under your breath. Krauser glared at you.Â
âYou really think you couldâve saved him?â Krauserâs tone was belittling. âWhat kind of quality of life could he have had, missing half his flesh.âÂ
âThat decision is not yours to make,â you argued persistently, keeping your stance. But you knew you were being irrational. Krauser was unfortunately right. âYouâre a real sick fuck for killing so freely,â you mumbled. âIt must come naturally to you. You must enjoy it.âÂ
âWhat?â Krauser snapped. Grabbing the collar of your shirt, he pinned you. His strength caught you off guard, the force against your body making a thunk as it collided with the wall. You were furious now.Â
âI said, it must come naturally to you,â you hissed from behind your teeth, drawing out your words. âThatâs why you do what you do, why you joined USSOCOM. Right? It must give a small man like you power to hurt someone else.â You were screaming at him, your voice sharp around each corner of the cabin. Krauserâs grip on your shirt tightened. The space between your faces was diminutive. He pressed you harder against the wall, clenching his jaw; any harder and you thought youâd break through to the other side.Â
âI protect people,â Krauser muttered slowly, but there was earnestness in his claim.Â
âI protect people who are alive,â Krauser said lowly, âthey still can make decisionsâŚunlike these fucking corpses around us.âÂ
âThey are alive,â you argued, âand youâre taking that choice from them, bastard!â Your eyes peered into Krauserâs, the sting of tears threatening to unleash themselves under his grip. He only tightened his clasp, watching your face.Â
You couldnât understand him. How he operated or why he chose to do the things he did. You didnât know why he held you in front of him or why you couldnât read the message in his eyes. It was there for you, his character, yet it was intangible; a forethought not strong enough to materialize into consciousness. Your faces were too close. His grip was too tight. It made you all the more angry.Â
âItâll be the death of you. Your hunt for power, you damned piece ofâ!â Krauser crashed his lips against yours. The surprise was paralyzing. Frozen in his touch, your dream flickered in your mind. You could smell pine and gunpowder, but it now mingled with sweat and blood. This couldnât be real, yet your senses remained full. In that moment, his grip on your collar loosened. Your eyes jerked open. Driving your palm against his chest, you shoved him off of you, slapping him hard across the face. The sound was deafening, but he paid no mind. Krauser only licked his lips while you stared back at him, eyes wide. Grabbing the back of your head, he kissed you again, his lips volatile. He was hungry.Â
It was the ultimate betrayal, the way your body responded. Your tongue almost instinctively worked against his, tasting what his mouth had to offer. It was real. The sensations surpassed what any frugal dream could conjure. No matter how vivid or in-depth your unconscious fantasy had been, it was nothing like the reality before you.Â
Krauser was aggressive, his touch unloving, but it burned into you. Heat pooled between your thighs, inviting you to press your body closer to his. His calloused hands traversed your skin, finding ways to bypass your clothes. Stepping forward, Krauser pinned you tight against the wall once more. He was quick to strip you, his hand pulling your shirt off in one fluid movement. He turned to your neck, running his teeth along the delicate skin. Your veins pulsated against his lips. Holding onto his shoulders, you could feel him harden against your stomach, his hips slowly grinding against your abdomen.Â
âGet on your knees,â he ordered you, his hand moving to grasp your jaw. You stared at him through your eyelashes. You had no intention to submit to him. Moving your hands across his chest down towards his navel, you lifted up the hem of his shirt, taking hold of his leather belt. You lowered yourself slowly, keeping your eyes on his. Staring back at you, he was full of lust, an emotion you could clearly read. As Krauser went to unfasten the buckle, you forced him down to your level, pulling hard against his belt. With a heavy thud, he suddenly sat kneeling before you. You stood up. Grabbing a fistful of his white hair, you looked down on him, and, for the first time, he was looking up at you.Â
âI said you were a sick fuck, didnât I?â You coaxed, âwhat makes you think Iâll listen to someone like you?â
âCheeky thingâŚâ Krauser growled, the bulge in his pants growing larger between his legs. His hands ran up your thighs, reaching to undo your pants. Gliding them down, Krauser moved his nose towards your sex, leaving your undergarments untouched. Through the cloth, he licked your folds, dampening everything in between. You raised a knee to rest on his shoulder, allowing him further access into you. With your hand still in his hair, you pulled his face closer to you, naturally bucking your hips against his face. The friction was intoxicating. Sliding your garments to the side, Krauser pressed a finger against your bare opening. Teasingly, he circled your entrance, lubricating his index with your juices. The stimulus sent waves across your body, and you couldnât help but whimper.   Â
âDo something,â you urged, your head thrown back against the wall.Â
âYouâre a real greedy slut, yaâ know?â Krauser said, smiling between your legs. He quickly pushed two fingers inside of you, leaving you little time to adjust to the intrusion. You flung your free hand over your mouth, hesitant to provide credit for his actions or his words.
With more intensity, Krauser quickened his pace, curling thick fingers against your walls. His mouth was flush against your clit as he sucked the flesh. He was aggressive. Your grip on his hair was solely for support now, your standing leg threatening to give way at any second. The pressure grew exponentially in your abdomen, building your orgasmâuntil it stoppedâŚThe sensation fleeting instantly. Your eyes flung open, barrelling down to look at Krauser, his gaze already waiting for you. He sat perfectly still.Â
âFuckâŚWha-why?â You whined, glaring at the man under you.Â
âIâm real âsickâ, arenât I? A âpower hungryâ man,â Krauser cooed, âAnd I told you to get on your knees. You didnât listen to me.â He moved your leg off of him before standing in front of you again. He grabbed your hips, harshly pressing your body against his. You were bound to bruise. âYou wanna listen this time?â He snarled, his chest vibrating into yours.Â
âIâm listening,â you purred, running a finger across his lips. You slowly glided your hand down his body, gently cupping his dick; it was fully erect in your palm. You tightened your grip, causing Krauserâs breath to catch in his throat. His hands slammed the wall behind your head, completely caging you.Â
âThe big man always needs to be in control, doesnât he?â You say, innocently fluttering your eyes at him. Krauserâs lips curled slightly, revealing a sliver of teeth to you. His hand traced the back of your head before clamping down on your hair. Krauser moved your face closer to his, your lips barely brushing against each other.Â
âThen turn around,â he growled.Â
And you listened. Facing the wall, you could hear him meddle with his belt behind you, the unzip of his pants making you all the more wet. You could also make out the sound of him taking off his shirt. From behind, Krauser snuck one hand between your legs, the other pumping his length a few times, slickening it with his own secretions. He moved closer to you, his bare chest compressed against your back. The tip of his dick brushed up and down your slit, gently spreading you open against him. Without warning, he thrust himself inside you. You were completely full; the sudden stretch of him was almost painful. Throwing your head back against his chest, he continued working his hips into you. Each thrust forward was powerful, the sound of slapping skin completely lewd. The fluids you both made dripped from your site of combination: where two became one. You couldnât keep yourself quiet; your moans were crude in a home that wasnât yours. But you and Krauser made yourselves comfortable.Â
âYou walk with your head real high, doctor,â Krauser panted, his mouth against your ear. âLook at you now, itâs obscene, getting fucked like this.â You couldnât respond to him. Your mind fell blank. His calloused fingers circled harshly against your clit, his motions becoming more eager with each rotation.
âI shouldâve fucked you in the labâŚYou and your white coat. Not so clean now, are you?â He was degrading, his breath hot on your skin. With every word, his thrusts became stronger, the tip of his dick leaving heavy kisses on your cervix. You couldnât stand any longer, couldnât speak, couldnât banter. Just before your body gave out, Krauser pulled you back against him. Repositioning you, your limbs were weightless to him. He was quick to lay you down on your back, the wooden floor cool on your skin. Krauser took hold of your legs, throwing your ankles over his shoulders. He remained inside you the entire time. Now, in mating press, his cock was angled parallel to your pelvis. Every movement filled you completely; nothing remained untouched. With his right hand, Krauser took both your wrists over your head, using his left to fondle your breasts. You were exposed to him; you were at your most vulnerable. But in truth, you could say the same for him. Â
You watched the sweat drip down his neck, crossing his collarbone. The way his muscles contorted was tantalizingâthe expansion of his chest as he fought to steady his breath, the way his abdomen was tight under his skin. You could only gawk at him. Your eyes slowly trailed downwards to the sight of him disappearing inside of you. You watched him move in and outâŚin and outâŚin and out before fixating on the white tuft of hair above his length. Krauser grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look back at him. His mouth was slightly agape as he stared at you, committing your naked body to memory. His blue eyes were dark, deeper than any ocean. You wondered for a moment if he could see your soul, if he suddenly knew your secrets and all the burdens you had in past lives. Could he count your failures? Your achievements and motives? You couldnât tell.Â
âYou only look at me,â he huffed, sliding two fingers from against your jaw into your mouth. You could taste yourself on him. âOnly submit to me, bend for me. You donât fucking think about other men.â His voice was possessive. He claimed you, your body, and your soul that he could see indefinitely. When he kissed you, everything fell blurry. Your orgasm came this time, sending shockwaves through your body. You tightened fervently around Krauserâs length, bringing him to growl through bared teeth against your lips. He didnât stop moving, chasing his own high. Tears swelled in the corners of your eyes before Krauser finally came. His hands rushed down to grip your thighs, the force relentless. He slammed his hips violently against you two, three more times, burying his release deep inside you. You could feel his dick pulsate, contractions guiding his seed outwards; a vulgar gift from his body to yours. He was breathless. Krauser collapsed his chest onto yours, your bodies sticky with sweat, both of you gasping for air. It was a symphony of vibrations, frequencies emanating from your bodies, the conductors both victims of desire and infatuation. You could only dream of hearing such music again, to feel it again.Â
You both lay motionless for a while.Â
Krauser moved first, sitting back on his heels. Not far enough for him to slide out, but enough for him to take in the sight of his tip still inside you, your hole gently contracting and releasing around the head.Â
âThis is why youâre here,â Krauser finally said, âfor me.â The smile across his face was foreign, almost uncanny, but you wanted to keep it for yourself. You propped yourself up on your elbows, closing your legs to block his view. He remained inside you.Â
âReally?â You questioned sarcastically, still panting. âIf I remember correctly, I signed a form obliging to the USSOCOM general. If anything, I should go pay him a visit in his fancy hotel. Better than any cheap fuck you could offer.â Krauserâs eyes narrowed on yours. Â
This was how it was supposed to beâyour dynamic with Jack. Who could outwit the other, outsmart the otherâoutdo the other. You wouldn't lose to him, but you also wouldnât lose him.Â
âYou fucking cheeky thing,â he growled.Â
Moving his hands across your thighs, he finally pulled out. Standing up, he tucked his length back into his pants, the upward zip a little less exciting. Reaching for your shirts, he tossed you yours.Â
âClean up,â Krauser ordered, âweâre still on a mission.âÂ
The possessiveness in his voice subsided, retreating behind his mask of brass military arrogance. But you saw through this exterior. You understood him now. You bore sight of the fantasies he was pliant to, experienced it in the flesh. Behind his bravado, Krauser was shunned by his own strength. It was never enough for him, not worthy of recognition. And so, he held onto and claimed things around him that made him feel validated. Things that credited, to his belief, his valour and masculinity as a man. If you were right about his character, he would think of this shared moment as the authorization of his claim to you. That you recognized his strength and would succumb to him.Â
But in truth, it was his weakness you sawâwhat made him excited, what made him lose control. By no means were you bound to him.Â
Now, if only the opposite were true.Â
Was he bound to you? Committed? That was something you couldnât deduce: where his loyalties lay.Â
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Part 4 (link to be updated)
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A/N: Did the freaky deaky take over? Perchance. Can you buy prayers off of Amazon? Iâll let yâall know.Â
I also lowkey feel like I canât write smut for shit lmaoookjngriorfwâŚMaybe I gotta pick up those erotic vampire books some moms read at the library for inspo lololol
*POV: me going to work and interacting with society after writing this*
