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CHAPTER 1: CodeName: Peppermint. Mission: White Death.

“You know what?” A blur of white asked. They were padded head to toe in a white puffer jacket and pants. A black military rucksack on their back with its body in white, their infantry number tag removed leaving the velcro sticky patch alone. For safety.

The air was cold and damp in the little basement, dug out in five or six hours and fortified by being hidden within the confines of the snow covered forest. It was a different fucking type of fucking hell that froze over.

Sitting in a chair before the cloaked militant was a hostage. However not necessarily a hostage as the enemy force had come into Kainan territory on his own and begged for mercy.

It was not granted. If the arrogant militant knew better it was that information was power right now in the Kainan military and they would do whatever they could to get their hands on that kind of power; even if it meant letting the current situation slide under the radar without a single report.

“You know what all you Azanities all have in common?” the militant asked, spinning the chain that was attached to the hand held crescent blade in their right hand.

The militant glowered over the war prisoner, bloodied and bruised, almost naked except for his military assigned underclothes. Grinning slyly as they threw slow test throws at the prisoner strapped to the chair, taunting him to stab and cut flesh.

“Speak to me,” The militant hesitated, catching the blade’s handle and twirling it easily without looking from years upon years of practice.

“Y-yes sir,” The man coughed out.

“What do all Azanites have in common in this war?” The militant asked again, moving closer to the man, dangerously letting the blade drop and controlling its movement by the chain he dragged behind.

“I-I don’t know-” The man coughed as the blade cut his shoulder, letting a fresh trail of blood run down his chest and soak into his underwear.

The pretty red was irritating to the militant as it had become a form of telling them that more time needed to be spent on the battlefield. The militant hated to see blood on a breathing chest or stomach. It was their belief that blood should only be still- it shouldn’t flow and if it should flow?

It should pour from a gold holder into a crystal chalice for the militant to dine as their enemies writhe in pain under their control as they let their soldiers make mass with their wives and families- rejoicing under the banner of victory.

“Then I’ll tell you,” The militant moved to the man and held the crescent blade handle firmly and lifted the blade about four inches away from the prisoner, “You always try your schemes when it’s my vacation days.”

They let the blade dig through the man’s shoulder blade once more, letting it strike deep as they pull the metal down to hook the man’s bone, before continuing, “And everytime I’m about to get out of the gates- my boss sends his second running to tell me come back- i’m being deployed!”

The man was groaning under the militants aimless stabbing and cutting as they ranted on, “And then I hate missing my vacation days because that’s the only time I see my partner! And I never get to have a good fuck- tell me does your wife fuck you really good when you come home?”

“Mercy-please,” The man cried, making the militant scowl and step back, rolling their eyes.

“I said before. I’ll give you mercy if you divulge the contents of  Plan Delta-Echo-Alfa-November 0401.” Letting the blank file drop. It was now splattered with blood and the Confidential stamp was almost illegible.

“No,” The man spat blood onto the Militant's shoes, making their nose flare and eyes twitch.

The militant rolled their neck to stretch it as they shook their hands spasmotically, then let their now crazy eyes hit the prisoner, “Do you know if I get your blood on me I’ll have to go through an entire medical? I don’t have that kind of time before I get DISCHARGED!”

Running curtly and using their core strength to square the man in the jaw, hard. This act made the chair rock back as the militant began shouting, “You want to make my job harder? You wanna survive and go home a war hero? Good luck- cunt, you just fucked it up!”

Repeatedly beating the little life out of their prisoner as the militant took all of their anger out on him. It was just in the militants mind- having enlisted in their final year of high school all the militants knew was the battlefield. And the cheap strippers that came along with the life. However they tried their best not to spend all of their allowances or paychecks on temporary pleasures but instead saved- saved and saved and saved until they could buy a small apartment and be content with the non-existent civilian life.

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Hours later the Azanite army was focused on finding their missing spy. A person with information on both sides that if divulged could ruin the humanitarian side of this war. Though the people of Azaniana could tell that in Kainan the humanitarian laws are not applied to their military when in war. It was a wonder seeing the occasional corpses that their soldiers  came across in the blood stained snow ridiculed them with- on the provinces where the Asanites had won their small struggles.

These deaths always had an odd smell to them- which made the Azanites wonder- what exactly did the Kainanites do to these soldiers before killing them?

A mild musky floral scent came with the more brutal bodies. Did they have women sleep with the captives? Or did they try to mask the scent that remained? Or rather did the unknown high level sniper get them? Nothing was known about the man other than the fact that sometimes the surveillance teams reported a sprinkled patch of snow slowly becoming a long red arrow that taunted those who saw it.

Peppermint, was the name given to this soldier. Nothing was known other than his killing style.

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The militant was irritated as they’d left the prisoner alone for about an hour. Chains done clumsily enough for him to escape, mobile enough that if determined the man could run back to his base and beg for help. However what the prisoner did not know was that the militant was completely aware that the Azanite was a double spy for both sides and mission Delta-Echo-Alpha-November was done by both sides.

The Azanites used 0401 and the Kainanites used 1401. Its main difference being the time frame of executions. An old war plan stemming from the Grania war where their dictator had numerous secret factions to do his underhanded bidding.

The Kainanites utilised The militant to intercept the spy and neutralise his operation. The variable the commanders did not account for was that the militant was easily angered and often desecrated bodies out of frustration.

Now lying low at the top of the small hill, the militant kept their custom CDX-50 Tremor .50 BMG Sniper Rifle perched on its stabiliser waiting impatiently for the spy to come drawling out of the ‘base’. Blocking the paths which would require high mobility and leaving three inconspicuous paths open  that would all lead to an open grave. A remote detonator inside waiting to blow and cover over the spy. Burning him once and for all.

Until then the militant laid in wait, freezing their ass off in the snow, positioning their scope for the one shot they had. All alone, waiting for the incompetant double spy to get out of horridly done restraints- fuck the militant might as well go and get him.

The militant wanted to go home to the warmer climate and relax a bit before Kainan’s borders began to freeze over for the end of the year. Just a bit longer. They now hadn’t been home in over six months and was beginning to get anxious. WHile on mission they couldn’t take their phone- and they weren’t able to send their partner a message- there he was.

Getting into position looking at the enlargened figure through the scope, the militatnt stiffened their hands and carefully followed the man dragging himself before he eventually stood up and began to stagger. Letting the militant see their handy work in action. Sticking pins under the spy’s finger and toe nails while unconscious. Right up so that while immoblie it went unnoticed, red dye over their fingers and toes then in the middle of their palms and feet to set a blade guide for the militant. This would aid in keeping the pins undiscovered as they man feared for the tricks of his own mind thinking he would only be hurt while awake.

Next came the tendon cutting. This is done while awake, where the militant would cut tendons by varying degrees of usage. Lightly cutting the most used ones to allow movement but movement through unyielding pain and severing the small ones for their own satisfaction. Along with other basic torture methods.

As the prisoner got near the leaf and snow covered open grave the militant flexed the tip of their digit and a muted pax shot out. Crumpling their adjustment page and stuffing it into their pocket as they looked up into the scope and watching as the spy slowly looked around then lifted his hand and saw the blood then stumbled back. He crashed through the pit cover and the militant pressed the button, watching the patch of snow and dirt explode before smoke began rising- that was not there before…

The militant grabbed their gun and securely held the butt of the rifle under their arm, crawling forward before bracing and sliding down the side of the hill then into their dug out hut. Dragging a large bush over the oddly shaped entrance hole. Throwing their gun into the area along with their rucksack and what not before beginning to pile ricks up to seal themself in. After a tiresome 11 minutes  the militant collapsed into their dug out and groaned. Shivering from the cold as they crawled into a corner of the area and nestled into a bundle of their supplies and dirt, praying the small oil lamp had enough petrol to last the next 48 hours of stillness.

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47 hours of quiet and the occasional shuffling of the bush had gone by and the militant was shivering and their joints were froze. They were about to skip the actual 48 hour wait and start heading home to the warm climate before their communication device vibrated. Reaching their hands outtrembling as they attempted to pick up the device. Watching as their knuckles cracked open and bled as they read the information that was sent. It was deciphered; ‘Pick up in zone 13 at 14;00 hours.’

Fucking cock whore!? Zone 13 was about 5 miles away from their spot- getting there in time would require running very quickly without breaks and in their condition the militant would do a better job at dying. Shivering and cursing and redid their rucksack and ensured their ordinance was in proper condition and unfrozen alone with their hidden weapons they set off. Kicking down the rock wall and dragging themselves out of the dug out before beginning their run.

There was only the lingering soreness of not moving for the past two days and the indigestion of eating the rations in cold weather. It was hell as the militant couldn’t feel anything but a striking tingle under their skin that had vomit building at the base of their throat and making them sick and dry heave.

Zone 13 was within sight but the militant was maybe a bit too late as they saw the helicopter hovering in place as the little lines of guns were pointed out both passenger drop chambers like a madman’s game. The militant lost a bit of hope as the helicopter began pulling up and they felt the frozen sweat snap off their skin as they lifted their hands to wave at their comrades- Gods fucking damn it! ALL of them should die!

The militant screamed but no sound came out other than a scratch of pain in their throat- there was no way they were going to light a flare in the middle of the field- the 100 metre expanse between Kainan and Azania was more than enough for the army’s to be at constant war, however it was a very indecisive terrain- some areas were as flat as a concrete foundation and others were like cavernous mountains that would lose you in a matter of seconds if inexperienced.

The helicopter began flying across the area and the militant lost hope as it passed overhead back to Kainan- if this is how they died they’d go back as a ghost and kill all of their bosses and comrades.

As all hope was lost a supply rope fell about 30 metres away and the militant ran- so quickly and doubled it then ran it around their waist and between their legs before tying it. Securely. The helicopter moved slow enough for the militant to be able to tie the rope before yanking it as they began their climb. Guns pointed at them as the helicopter began lifting higher and higher into the air letting the militant dangle freely as they were almost inside.

Shots began being fired and the air forces officers began their defensive manuvers- Making the militant finally vomit downwards as their line became unsteady and almost hurling them away for an insanely quick and violent death which would be fitting.

“Fucking pull me up already!” The militant attempts to scream as the armed soldiers begin shooting down and narrowly avoiding them.

It was to no avail however as the militant attempted to grab onto the landing skids and hold on, but this was almost impossible as one of their comrades pushed their gun into the militants chest, the still hot barrel warming up the fabric of the militants clothes. Of course the soldiers would think the militant wasn’t with them. Of fucking course- if only the military would have some way for the common soldiers to know who the Kainan snipers were- but no. The government wanted them unlisted and unknown.

“Reporting to pick up! First sniper of the special forces- Yankee/ November!” The militant screamed.

Irked that the gun was still aimed and about to burn through their fabric- that would be another report on its own in addition to the coldness that would burn through.

“Form of identity?” The soldier shouted back.

“I’m the person the sent you to fucking pick up you cunt!” The militant shouted, thinking fuck it and attempting to lug themself into the helicopter.

“Stop- You aren’t allowed on unless you can be verified!” The soldier shouted, moving back and attempting to kick the militant whose mind was under so much stress and discomfort they lunged at the soldier and locked them in a nutcracker choke- the deafening winds blowing in through the open doors of the helicopter finally let the militants hood be blown off.

It revealed her sunken eyes that became dark, wild and bloodshot. The chapped blue lips that were cracked and bleeding along with her hair clinging to her head under the mask. After having to pull the fabric and eye shield away in small hopes of being recognised by one of the arm soldiers on board.

“I said- I’m y/n,” She inhaled shakily, “Just - call your fucking Lieutenant or some other authority shit.”

She shivered as two other soldiers had immediately turned their backs to the live fire and aimed at her. Waiting for a few moments as the helicopter pulled away from the sudded live zone and flew back to the safety of their territory. By now she was shivered and having full body convulsions as all the gunmen were now pointed and aimed at her.

“Give me a fucking blanket at least,” She pointed to the pile of folded sheets thrown into a secure holding bag.

No one moved.

“Hand me the fucking blanket now!” She shouted at the tensed men, before noticing their badges. The patches on their shirts were newbies- why would they send so many newbies to collect her? Did the tide change while she was executing her mission? Would the collected information still be valid? Fuck!

She groaned, collapsing back to lie on the cold metal floor until a man in an unusually clean uniform approached. It was black-grey camo and he held a hat under his arm as he looked over the scenario. She looked at him with a sharp glare, the slanted features of the Captain of the 2nd air force company- Kun Quian… or rather her original training buddy from enlistment week.

“Why is it you?” He asked, glaring down. His fucking slicked back hair looking fluffy to touch as he came to stand next to her, “Climbing onto my plane to look like a wet bitch.”

“I’m reporting you,” She glared back, outstretching her shaking hands for Kun.

He bent slightly and lifted her up, allowing her to wrap her arms and legs around him as he put the soldiers at ease and walked her back to the makeshift infirmary. Dropping her onto a bed before continuing his task.

“Did you do a report?” Kun asked.

“Half way- my hand froze in place,” She croaked, lifting her hand to the man showing it clenched with just enough room to grab a rope.
“Gods-” He sucked air between his teeth, dropping to sit on the bed next to hers, “And the mission? Any extra info?” “We both know I can’t tell you about that.” She shook her head, “ I just want to go home.”
Kun shook his head and moved to leave, “Get undressed I’ll send one of the medics in to start your physical.”

Groaning as she just laid back, “I can’t.”

“Fuck you,” Kun groaned, leaving the room as the helicopter took a big tilt almost making the militant fall off the bed.

It was nice to be on the way home- calming and almost completely serene, which made her eyes droopy. That wasn’t good at all, she should stay awake and alert until she got her dog tag back. It wasn’t possible as she had begun suffering form hypothermia.

Her head was already spinning and the rocking of the helicopter made it worse. The slight stench of vomit stunk on her pant leg as she finally let go and couldn’t move anymore. It was slightly petrifying as she swore she saw the spy walking into the room and looking down at her- the dead man she ensured was buried. He flashed a light into her eye and soon after her vision was gone.

What the fuck?

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Despite being in a state of severe hypothermia, in the Kianan Military base, you still had to meet with your superiors and turn in your half done reports. It caused a small fuss among your squad members as your buddy Lucas Whong who worked under you was tasked to follow and help you around until all the legal documents were done.

He had to carry you on his back after clothing you in over 10 layers of spare clothes. Having taken you to the infirmary to have your blood work done then while waiting on the results you made your ordnance trips to the weaponry chiefs, then to log your report to have your Military tag returned before they notified everyone you were dead.

It was even worse that CWO1 Whong was carrying Chief Warrant Officer 3 L/N around the base wrapped in a lot of blankets. You were cold to touch, unresponsive to their salutes. In the office of the head officer you were rigid with fixed pupils which gained the sympathy of your superior who volunteered to finish your report as you attempted to retell the story. Leaving out the minute- four day torture session of course.

The commanding general however was not impressed by the feeble display you had put on and basically paraded around the active base with. The fucker instead of rewarding you had punished you to a week's bed rest. Allowing two armed guards to assure peace was kept at your quarters which was basically using the military police to keep you locked in.

On the third day, you had recovered thanks to the medics that came to check on you frequently and Black Rank Lucas Whong who came to eat the jello they gave you. You were still wrapped in warm clothes, one layer and a blanket this time, listening to him laugh about the new privates that enlisted after the hell training.

"There was this one kid though- Sipania- he was a natural angry face and I yelled at  him so much for no reason," Lucas said lounging on your bed.

You gave him a small laugh letting him continue as you attempted to stand- finally it was time to use your personal phone- you could message your girlfriend and tell her why you missed your anniversary this year. It wasn't the first but you wished like the last time that it wouldn’t happen again. The nerves you felt unlocking your phone was unreal, hand trembling as you powered it on. The sound made Lucas sit up quickly, " what are you doing?"

"I'm going to message Haizea," You mumble, waiting as the mobile connects to the base's internet, " I miss our anniversary this year too- and I really need some…456…"

Lucas snorted watching as you opened her chat and your face dropped, " If you are really 456… I can help you out."

"I don't swing your way- I've never- and if I did it would most definitely not be with you." You sigh out. Dropping the phone as you read the long text that was basically a break up message. You moved back to your bed and fell onto it the iron springs creaking loudly as you groaned, wanting to cry.

"What? Why? What's up?" Lucas frowned, turning to rub your back, which made the military guards step into the room. To prevent any inappropriate events.

"Corpral Ahn, Corporal Singh- do any of you have hot sisters?" You sit up with watery eyes and look at the men.

"I have a little sister Chief but she's only 12- I don't want anything for her!" Corporal Ahn shouted.

"No Chief!" Corporal Singh shouted, making you frown.

"Gents im single again," you sniffle handing CWO1 Whong your phone as you collapse into your bed pulling your pillow over your head.

"Hey y/n I know this is going to come as a shock… but I want to break up," CWO1 Whong read out loud, and your pained heart started to throb, "It's not me- it's really just you. Since I want you to lose my number after this last message I want to tell you what the hell is so important in the army that you need to blank me every time I need you? My birthday- our anniversary, meeting my parents! Everything! I already had such a hard time coming out to them after meeting you through Joon and now you've broken my heart!"

"Fucking hell WO1, you really screwed her over huh?" Corporal Ahn shook his head moving to lean against your bed post.

"It has more- still," Lucas sighed before continuing, " And why the fuck do you only look for sex on the rare occasion that you come back?! I hate it so much I considered reporting you but that would only ruin my name! And finally I'm taking everything I got for 'our' home out of your apartment. Lose my number and forget our memories.``

"Was I that bad?" You cried out, shooting up and startling the three men around you. You wanted to pull at your hair but it was slicked to your skull as per regulations, “Like really? Was wanting to have sex with my girlfriend after not seeing her for months that bad? It's not like it was just- at least I didn’t cheat!”

“I mean- you miss important dates and want to fuck when you see her so I guess it hurts her feelings?” Lucas nodded.

“I barely go to see her sometimes! She’s always complaining about not getting to see her brother’s kid and that her sister in law is a gangster bitch who wants their parents’ company.” You grumble, “I just wanted to have some good sex with my girl.”

“She’s not your girl anymore,” Corporal Singh shrugged, “Hey Chief… how long have you been in service?”

“About seventeen years as of June,” You sniffle, “Why?”

“Are we telling her about it?” Lucas asked, looking at the men.

“It’ll help the break up and… technically she’s a veteran after 60 missions or 15 years,” Corporal Ahn nodded.

“What? What are you guys talking about?” You looked between the three as Lucas took his personal phone out and opened something.

“Well there’s a veteran rewards program in the service.” Lucas said quietly as the two corporals moved to check the area for listeners? Oh must be something secret.

“Yeah, the civilian program?” You ask.

“No this is only for the inside veterans… who don't get to see their partners for long long times,” Lucas shrugged.

“A prostitution scheme?” You ask, cocking your head to the side.

“Yes but no, these are government workers who are sent for… entertainment,” Lucas leaned closer to show you his phone, “This is the site.”

“Shit- you need an account?” Your jaw drops, interested instantly, “ Can I try it?”

“Yeah… but you need the direct commanding officer's approval… I got yours so you would need…” Lucas looked away.

“I gave you mine?” You look baffled, “When?”

“I mixed it in a while back with some papers that needed instant approval,” Lucas lifted a thumbs up with his ass eating grin, it made you laugh.

“Wait- then I need Shiki’s signature?” You are fucked, “Wait can’t I try it with your account then decide if I want to make an account?”

“It takes our vacation days…” Lucas grinned.

“NO- Fuck no,” You shake your head, “I have a back log of days but I’m not-” You catch his eye, “You want some of mine for this don’t you?”

“I mean I won't say I want them but if you're so desperate for that what do you call it? A good fuck? I won't say no,” Lucas smirked, his fucking bargaining would get you in no time.

“Let me use your account and browse the site- and If I find something that catches my eye I’ll give you two days. No bargaining." You pitch.

“I’ll take it,” Lucas grinned, “I’ll log in on your laptop.”

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The next evening you’d just taken your medication and sat alone in the bleak light brown toned room. It was a special room for you since you often pushed yourself to the brink of death for missions. It wasn’t anything fancy with nothing different from the soldier rooms except you had double bunk beds and one large twin bed with you only used when sick or critical.

The room had a low cupboard that ran the perimeter of the room on the floor which was usually used as storage spaces for the unit logged into the room. There were a number of folded wall mount desks that were pulled down and held your weaponry and it's cleaning kits, your rucksack and its refills as well as one table with your civilian clothes stuffed into a bag that was left in the spot for a really long time.

You were comfortable enough to move around now. Standing up in your underclothes and your combat pants with an oversized warm sweater over you. Finger less black gloves to match you under clothes and a black beanie that was confiscated around three weeks ago.

Intrigue plagued your mind as you looked over to your open laptop, it’s black screen taunting you. What kind of people willingly came into a military base just to ‘entertain’?

Fuck- you were still pissed about your break up and wanted to get to your apartment and see what Haizea actually took- and you really hope it wasn’t the bean bag chair because you bought that.

Digging through your civilian bag you open one of your emergency pads and take out a cigarette from it, folding back the case carefully before using your lighter to burn the nib.

Inhaling deeply to feel the nicotine begin its magic to numb your nerves and warm your insides up. Your eyes move to the laptop again. Crossing your arms you look irritated as you exhale the smoke through your nose. Was it too early to hook up?

What if Haizea found out and thinks you were cheating all this time?

Fuck her honestly. This wasn’t your fault, it was the commanders!

No it was probably your fault given that you never told her the actual nature of your job… nor your rank… or position or anything really, just that you were a military woman.

You sucked air through your teeth and moved over, dropping onto one of the storage boxes and looking at the screen powering on. What was the site name?

Thankfully you didn’t need to look it up as Lucas left the page open, you took the cigarette between your lips and used both hands to type in the ‘discount code’ at the government’s site checkout page. There it was lo-and-behold a list of descriptions and rates… wow… the payment was time from your day offs. Starting at 1 hour off of a vacation day for 1 round with basic girls who looked to be the usual near base strippers and tattooed chicks to 7 days for a night with high class escorts? How odd.

You didn’t want a stripper because as experience as they were you get the good fuck but an std as well. You frowned as you hovered the cursor over the rates that flashed the image of the person. A pretty blonde with large clear eyes and soft features with a prominent hook nose. She was your type. You bite your lower lip as you check her current rate; ‘3 hours off for 5 rounds’.

You leaned back to get your note pad taking a drag as you scribbled her rate and a doodle of her image. Then began comparing the women shown. After noting a roster of about five girls with doable rates you realised… fucking hell- they’d come for Lucas not you- Sucking air between your teeth before dropping your face into your free hand. Tapping away the ash on the bud and putting it between your lips as you reach for your phone to text Lucas.

Come up.

That was all you sent and waited for the message to show read before turning off your phone, you turned your back to the laptop and slouched into the wall with your legs opened crudely, blowing smoke out of your mouth and watching it smoke up to the roof then out of the top window. You soon begin shaking your leg as you think about how the pretty ladies would serve you so well. Shaking their pretty asses and moaning for you. You’d make sure they had a good time- make them want to come back to you.

“Reporting CWO1 Lucas Whong! Permission to enter to see WO1 L/N!” You heard the giant baby shout, making you roll your eyes.

“Come in soldier,” You call blowing out a mouthful of smoke as a medic follows behind him and you begin coughing as you wave to disperse the smoke around you. Panicking and outing the bud on your tongue before sticking it into your glove- hissing at the slight burn you felt against your skin.

“Chief- are you okay?” The buff medic asked, running to kneel at your side as he opened his kit and took out a thermometer.

“I yeah-” You struggled out, eyes watering as you looked at Lucas who was sniffing the air.

“Chief- were you smoking?” The medic asked. His name was Debaron but you liked calling him the buff medic- the man could crush your skull with his thighs!

“No,” You croak as Lucas throws you a water that you caught and cracked.

“ Y/N we can smell the air you know,” Lucas laughs, “And those dogs didn’t sniff you to snitch?”

“Corporal Lance and Vanner haven’t moved or spoken since posted last night,” You shrug.

“What’s up Boss?” Lucas asked leaning past you to look at your note pad, “ Blondie-good rate can get 18 positions- are you seriously calculating this?”

“Shut up- I wanted to ask,” You glanced at the biff medic before looking back at Lucas.

“Yeah don’t worry I signed Barons’ form,” Lucas waved it off.

“Yeah- If I buy one… they’ll come for you right? Is the whole Les thing on the table for this?” You asked.

“Never tried… normally the female soldiers get men… I don’t think any of them are in your position…” Lucas shrugged, “ Who do you want? I’ll just tell her when I walk her over.”

“It’s between the list,” You jut your chin to the list in his hand, as Debaron came to roll your sleeve up and began narrating his check up.

“Do you want quality or quantity to satiate?” Lucas asked.

“Quality- I wanna cum at least once,” You say.

“Then her.” Lucas circled a name on the page, “She’s a bit expensive but she’s the best for the experience.”

“12 hours? I’ll lose half a day.” You frown, then shrugged, “I’ll put it in your hands Lu.”
“Good,” Lucas nodded, grabbing your laptop and checking out the purchase, “ What’s your ID numbeR?” You grabbed at the laptop to type your in, acting secretively as if Lucas couldn’t just check your file.
“When?”

“Tomorrow 5:30,” Luccas said, “Take it as a release gift, then take your time off.”

“Yeah,” You nod, moving to lie back down, noticing DeBaron gave you a booster shot and you got drowsy.

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You were nervous while gelling down your hair in your bathroom mirror. It was adjoined to your room, and was much cleaner than the normal ones. You could hear Lucas chatting away with the woman as you slowly walked out- realising that you couldn’t look more rigid as you walked back into your room. Looking at the clock- four hours until your week long punishment- after this you were signing out- unbadging for a week as a civilian.

“Shannel, this is Chief Warrant Officer 3 Y/N L/N. She gave up two days and one night for you.” Lucas grinned, letting the busty blonde go.

She wore a long black dress with a long black overcoat, protective boots and a visitors tag on her wrist. It was black- she was here for the night.

“Chief Warrant Officer  L/N pleasure to meet you Ms. Shannel,” You smiled, taking her hand and lifting it to your lips with a pretty smile.

“Eewww- gods fucking damn don’t smile around me like that,” Lucas shuddered, dusting the chest of his green camo.

“Fuck off-” You scowl, rolling your eyes as you glance at the tops of your black steel toed boots. You most likely looked insane in the full black outfit.

“The pleasure is mine,” Shannel smiled, taking her hand back as she took off her coat- it revealed her toned arms and the slits in her dress, making you bite your lower lip with a small smirk.

“Anyways- Shannel, make sure you rock my bosses world. She’s getting her first vacation week in almost two years after this.” Lucas said, patting your shoulders roughly and waving at Shannel before leaving the room. Sticking his head back in to say, “I’m locking the door- I’ll come back with Shiki in about five hours?”

The door slammed shut and the lock clicked, hearing his footsteps walk away as others stalled and most likely saluted him. Shannel had now placed herself to sit at the foot of your bed, moving to undo the laces of her shoes, making you drop in front of her. Holding her ankle as you gently slip her shoe off.

You looked up at her carefully, “I’m sorry to ask this Shannel, but are you okay with having me?”

You were very careful, most people ran from the LGBTQIA+ just because they didn’t see it in the mainstream as a normal thing. Despite the representation the stigma still remains.

“Are you an abusive Sergeant?” Shannel asked, pulling her leg back and opening her legs a small bit, “I don’t like power abusers.”

“I'm not- I assure you,” She made you laugh out loudly, “I am however a bit rough.”

“You’ve had a lot of women before?” Shannel asked and you nodded as she lifted her other leg for you to undo her other shoe, which your did.

“I just got out of a four year relationship,” You smirk, kissing her ankle and making your way up her leg.

“What broke it up?”

“She didn’t like how often I got caught up at work.” You said kneeling and hooking the back of her knees with your hands to pull her to the edge of the bed, “And I disliked her constant hiding and complaining.”

Shannel giggled lightly and widened her legs, breaking your hold and draping them over your shoulders, “Then I guess your well trained?”

“Very,” You nod kissing her inner thighs before beginning you assault of her pussy.

She moans into your ear, throwing her head back as your tongue swipes from the inside of her leg to her clit, while you suck on her clit and massage her other thigh.

She moans and squirms, “You know how much I want you now?”

“Mmm,” You exhale pulling back a bit to speak, “Is that right, baby girl?"

She bites her lip to muffle any sounds that may emerge from her mouth, “Yes ma’am.”

You smile against her stomach and she giggles, “Do you need help getting undressed or…?”

You chuckle in return as you stand to pull off your shirt and pants leaving Shannel only in her lace panties. She shivers lightly when you move to run your fingers down her abdomen. Using the action to slip your finger down into her again, coating them with her slick. Your other hand tracing the outline of her breast. You kiss each breast slowly before trailing kisses down the centre of her body.

Her hips twitch slightly under your touch and you moan back  in response.

You lean forward and place pressure on her clit earning a loud moan from Shannel, rubbing your finger roughly pressuring her clit against her public bone.

Your lips find hers and you deepen the kiss. She wraps one hand around your neck pulling you into a deep kiss while the other reaches down for your hair.

Using the moment to thrust your fingers into the woman while keeping your thumb to her clit, carefully feeling the pulses and monitoring her body language. Feeling goosebumps form on her skin as you trail kisses along her belly button and hips.

Her eyes flutter closed and her head falls back, exposing her neck to you. You bite her ear and begin teasing the inside of her right thigh. Shannel gasps quietly and you can feel her clenching around your fingers. “Ah, fuck Y/N...” She murmurs and you smile against her skin, running your tongue along the curve of her hip bone and then moving back up to her neck.

Shannel moans loudly when you press a kiss into her pulse point, and you feel a blush creeping up your neck and ears. You continue to lick the inside of her thigh, taking care not to leave marks. She lets out a small whine at the loss of contact but you ignore her pleas. Instead, you take your tongue between her folds and use it to flick back and forth over her clit.

“Please please please please, Y/N. Please do what you need to do.” She begs, her voice barely above a whisper.

Shannel arches her back slightly, you grin at the sound of her pleasure and slide your hand between your legs. Your thumb brushes against her entrance, slowly rubbing circles into her wet centre. You can hear her panting softly as you begin pressing your thumb deeper onto her.

“Fuck, Y/N! Fuck yes!”

You grin, pleased by her response, and continue to tease her, pushing further and harder. Shannel begins to cry out for mercy as she grinds against your hand, trying desperately to push you away. It doesn’t matter though; you are enjoying her pain far too much to give up so easily. As much as you would love to see Shannel writhing under you, you have something more important to do than fuck her senseless.

“Please, Y/N! Please don’t make me wait! I’ll be good!”

You chuckle again, “Oh, I think you’re fine.”

You move one of your hands from her thigh to cup her breast, running your thumb over her nipple gently. You squeeze it through her bra, hearing her startled cries was music to your ears as she enjoyed the rough actions.

“Please- Please don’t  make me beg!” She pleads, tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

You chuckle softly and continue the motion of your fingers, “You should be begging.”

Shannel growls in frustration and closes her eyes, “Y/N please… Don’t tease me anymore!”

You laugh again and shake your head, “I think you know exactly what I’m doing, babygirl.”

“But...you’re not going to do it!” She cries, throwing her arms up in the air in defeat.

You stop moving your fingers and drop your arm from her thighs, standing up from your position between her legs. You bend forward and capture her lips with your own. Her hands immediately find their place on your waist, pulling you closer to her. You break the kiss and lean your forehead against hers, grinning smugly.

“That’s exactly why you shouldn’t ask for sex.”

Shannel frowns and wipes the tear off her cheek. You raise an eyebrow and lean forward to kiss her forehead, “I don’t have too…its my job.”

“Now come here.” You laugh.

Shannel whines as you grab her ankles and pull her towards you. She wraps her legs around your waist and lays her head against your shoulder. You gently kiss the crown of her head and begin trailing kisses along her jaw line and down the side of her neck. Shannel turns her face to give you better access and you pepper her body with soft kisses. You eventually reach the base of her breasts and you start sucking on one of her nipples.

Shannel moans and arches her back, tightening her grip on your hair. When she starts to buck her hips upward, you pull her nipple between your teeth, earning another moan. You take advantage of her distraction to slip your hands back underneath her panties watching as her hips rock back and forth. Once they hit the floor, you begin massaging circles into her sensitive clit. You suck and nip at her breast, occasionally biting and sucking on the other. Shannel throws her head back in pleasure, her fingernails digging into your scalp.

You finally decide to stop when she reaches her climax, letting go of her nipple and rolling onto her side. Shannel lays there panting heavily, her chest heaving.

“Wow.” She says breathlessly, “That was intense.”

You laugh and sit up, glancing at the clock- you still had three and a half hours before 9 pm.

“I know you paid for 5 rounds but I can’t survive that,” Shannel panted.

“Good job, babygirl.” You say breathlessly, turning your head to give her a quick peck on the lips, “It's okay- we can go at your pace.”

“Thank you. Good thing you’re so good at giving head.” Shannel grinned.

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, yeah.”

Tonight wasn’t going to be fun unless you let her get between your legs… but given that she said she couldn’t survive an orgasam, she was probably only good at sucking cock, not cunt.

When Shannel started back by kissing you over and over- you gave in and let loose, choking her into the mattress and torturing her body with your fingers. Making her scream and cry begging for release as you ensured she wouldn't have marks but would feel the phantom movements tomorrow.

After what seemed like hours of blissful fucking, Shannel sits up and gently places a hand on your cheek, “Why don’t we take a break for now, huh?”

Shrugging as you stumble out of the bed picking up your underwear and under shirt. Pulling the black long sleeve over your head and strolling to your washroom to freshen up. Quickly as you could before walking out to find Shannel bent over the side of the bed waving her ass in the air without a care of her exposed pussy, still dripping cum from her folds.

“You should get dressed,” You order, walking up to slap her hard making her jump, knees collapsing as she falls into your bed, “When Commander Shiki comes in we’ll all get in trouble if he sees you in here.”

“C0-Com-commander Arthur Shiki?” Shannel’s face dropped quickly as you nodded. A bit surprised as she began scrambling to get dressed and was almost out the door when you grabbed her hand stopping her.

“You want to walk slower,” You wink, slapping her ass again, “You're dripping onto the floor baby girl.”

Kissing the side of her cheek as she blushes and checks the map on her phone- struggling to run off as you cross your arms and watch her disappear down the corridor.

How meloncholic. You couldn’t wait to get out of the base, breathe that polluted civilian air and relax, like really relax. What did you even want to do?

Clean up your apartment- that’s a must. Go to a bar? Eat some Ice Cream? Drink some more? Possibly go see your friends. Fuck it felt stressful just knowing that you’d be out of here surely… right?

The Commander wouldn’t come just to tell you that your vacation days were off right? It shouldn’t since you were on active duty for the past two years almost non-stop other than for your missions. You could hear the surprised shouting from the lower level soldiers from this far away. The sound of their shouting as the commander walked through the halls.

Sighing you went back into your room, giving it a once over as though it was a white glove inspection. Nothing was out of place or dirty. Other than your bed but you’d move to neaten it up. Throwing your pillow at the foot of the bed haphazardly to block a stain. Something about Shannel was off to you. Not off but familiar- looking past her make up you found that she looked familiar… her face structure maybe?

“Comanding General Authur Shiki is entering the premises!” You heard Lucas shout, making you roll your eyes as you stood up in the middle of the room, standing at attention with your arms a bit sore.

The commander strolled into the room like a strict needle. Sharp eyes and a rigid bone structure, his ever prominent scar that ran from his jaw to his eyebrow looking fresh as ever- as though it was recently fully healed. His uniform was spic and span, rough hands that was clean but coarse with age and experience, how natural.

“Chief Warrant Officer 3 L/N greets Commanding General Shiki!” You bellow loudly, wincing as your voice cracks and your throat throbs.

“ At ease Sergeant,” The commander said, his voice deep and resonating around the room. The man was like a devil crawling out of his hole to instil fear and remind people of his antagonising reign. How depressing, but you did what you had to.

“WO1 L/N, during your last mission you were rather successful,” The commander nodded, “ You accomplished your mission almost at the cost of your own life. For this the United Military forces of Kainan thank you, however I’ve been notified that you haven’t had a day off in the past two years?”

“Yes Sir,” You said sharply and perfectly audibly.

“The records show you’ve been signed out on numerous occasions WO1,” The commander said, “ Can you explain.”

“Sir, allow me free speech!!” You exclaimed, nodding as he gave a small wave, “After signing out I was called back in on multiple occasions to go out on missions Sir!”

“Were these missions approved by your commanding officer?” he asked.

You made a quick glance at Lucas who looked frustrated, shrugging in your mind as you nodded, “Sir yes Sir!”

“Leutenient Hawan Sir!” Lucas shouted, “ He’s been slacking off on his duties as of late Sir,”

Your eyes widened as you quickly hid the shock, was Chief Warrant Officer 1 Whong aiming for a promotion? Snitching on the lazy Lieutenant so easily? Oh fuck- if Lucas snitched you were next in line for promotion- then him. Oh shit you’d be the one who everyone thinks snitched.

The commander shook his head, dismissively as he waved the complaint off, “I’ll have it looked into.”

When the commander stood, you both saluted him waiting until his aftermath of shouting and fleeting footsteps of surprise ceased.

You turned to Lucas quickly grabbing his arm and pulling it around his neck. He put himself in a choke hold with your assistance, you then kneeled him in the back of his thigh taking him down. Your free hand wrapped into his fluffy black hair that had a hard texture to it.

“Did you just fucking set me up?” You seeth.

“Let me up you asshole-” Lucas struggled to move as you kept your heel on the small of his back.

“You just snitched on Hawan- and I get the promo if he’s outed-” You grit. You could lose your fucking job because of his bullshit.

“Just take your week off then come back and take the fucking promotion sign your own papers and date it earlier and forget getting a civilian partner- you won’t get an increase if it’s a rich kid.” Lucas fought back using his strength and it worked to his advantage, throwing you off balance and making you hit your back against the double bed frame.

“Ahh-” You grunt, holding your cramping back and glaring across at him, “ I could get arrested for that if Shiki reads the files clearly.”

“Bro- just go relax outside and come back to deal with this shit.” Lucas shrugged, moving to sit criss cross and run his hand through his hair, “It’s just a week- the base isn’t going to burn down because WO1 of the SimRania Border Marine base isn’t present for a week- not when they have such a capable sexy Chief Warrant Officer 1 in charge.”

Lucas was acting dramatic and smiling about as he grinned and shook his shoulders. You rolled your eyes. Would time off really be fun? Or even remotely do-able after being active for this long?

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YangYang POV:

Yangyang was startled, relaxing quietly waiting for his alarm to sound for his final class to start. He only had one class today- and it was a Thursday which meant going home playing some music, maybe head to a small gig then back home with a baddie or with his lefty. Then Friday was off.

The only oddity about him was that he dressed spick and span to head to his enginering classes sometimes in his PPE, others in normal nerd clothes. Outside of college he’d brush his hair back, put in his piercings and rolled back his sleeves to ride his baby.

A clean Kawasaakey H2 SX, a beauty with a 998 cc four cylinder supercharged engine with more than just specs.

It took a while for YangYang’s alarm to ring, signifying that he has thirty minutes to get to class. Yangyang’s room was almost completely basic unlike the other in the apartment complex. He had a rental room for about six years, maybe less depending on life.

The apartment had two bedrooms, three baths, a living room and adjoined kitchen, and if needed a really tiny balcony that he often put his clothes to dry on.

His room still had the basic white walls as did the other rooms, and the dark paned floorboards that he had used to match his bedframe, study desk and closet too. As well as his full length mirror that sat besides his desk that was parallel to his bed.

YangYang had to admit the reason for the placing wasn’t because his closet was next to it but rather the sexy images it would reflect back to him late at night when a pure beauty was on him.

He ignored the clustered mess on his desk, grabbing his laptop and throwing it into his bag along with its charger, his books, pencil case and his keys. Glancing at his white shirt and black pants in the reflection before the option to throw on a sweater to avoid any accidents.

A plain dark blue sweater did wonders as he put his thumb onto the side seam and pulled the fabric of his inner shirt outwards. He pulled it back before tucking the folded material into his pants waist. Smiling at the instant neatening and well alignment of his shoulder seams. The pretty single lady from unit 106 showed him how to do that.

Yangyang smiled at the idea of the pretty fake blonde woman, who was always dressed in designer brands and felt far away. He recalled the amazing flexibility of the woman Sona…?

Her name was muttered in passing but they kept it fun and fucked sweet like strangers about two or three times in the last year. Each time she looked to have been stood up and wandered to his door… all except the first.

Sona was hitting at her flooded mail box, scowling as it refused to open. This prompted him to help her by properly inserting the key and unlocking it.

He had time since he had no classes remaining for the night. She smiled and thanked him, but when she looked at him Yangyang’s heart slowed, and his eyes relaxed, making him smile sweetly and speak carefully to her.

Ms. 106 knew very well that y/n wasn’t home and it was becoming aggravating waiting on her all day and night knowing she wasn’t going to show. Haizea didn’t even like pussy that much- she just liked y/n but no. Y/N had a thousand jobs and could somehow never come home after each tour.

YangYang was the cute college boy who helped her… yangyang showed Haizea that little bit of emotional attention she craved- only when she came for y/n- which made her land in y/n’s bed to hold yangyang close.

The boy was toned to hell and had good stamina- fuck if only Haizea didn’t have to run away from Imperial for short periods of time to come see them! Gods damn it.

Presently YangYang walked past the elevator frame and into the main lobby of the apartment complex which was empty at all times he’d been. Except for the Glass door that was behind the mail boxes for the units in this block then the front door which had a card scanner on it.

Passing the very mail boxes he ran into Ms. 106 with whom he had a sly smile remembering her and that she apologised to him at last time they met.

Unit 106 was balanced so perfectly on YangYang’s dick that he was almost in her stomach. His eyes rolled back and his cock pulsing as his release drew near- and he was really bad at control and holding back.

Yet watching the way the blonde held her lace front and rolled her hips while biting her lip, Yangyang couldn’t help himself- forcing to hold back to watch this sight longer.

“Oh fuckkk Liu- right there,” Unit 106 moaned, roughly pushing her hips forward and squeezing her thighs as Yangyang groaned under her weight.

“I-I can't hold-” Yangyang sighed loudly, his jaw gritted as he gripped her thighs and tensed his own in a feeble attempt to  thwart his cumming.

“I- inside,” Unit 106 gasped, repeating her stabbing hips against him.

“Let me pull out,” Yanggie moaned, eyes rolling back as his waist pained him. Stomach tightening.

“I’m breaking up w-with my- ohhh, a bit more please-” Unit 106 stuttered her movements slowly, “I’m not coming back here again.”

“Number?” Yangyang tried to distract himself by biting his lip and looking at his notes on his desk.

“No-last time,” Unit 106 pants, making yanggie notice her ass in the mirror, slowly rising up to show his gummy coated dick sinking into her tight, clean pussy.

What a sight. Gods, Yangyang sighed, blinking away the memory and opening the second door then the first to walk to the car park. He bit his lip shaking the image out of his head as he headed to the resident car park to see106 spot which was directly behind his empty. It had been empty for almost two weeks now… maybe longer. Yanggie tried to forget as he moved away to get his bike.

Starting it and riding off to his class.

When he got there it was hell to find a seat and he ended up sitting on the stairs near one of his friends, allowing him to stick his helmet under the boy's desk. How unfortunate.

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y/n pov

“FUCKING COCK SUCKER!” You scream, hitting the steering wheel of your skyline hard.

The red and black interior of your car irritates you as it somehow reminds you of the spy's blood. You wished you’d drained at least an ounce out of him and made it into a necklace or something- but no, being almost dead made you forget about your habit… and now that you broke it that meant twice you’d done this. The first was your twenty third mission.

It was the first time you’d finally gotten complacent and decided your squad was perfectly capable of handling themselves- for once as a sergeant lieutenant you didn’t need to worry about your squad and focus clearly on your mission.

The squad did the normal helicopter jump and landed near the heart of the enemy’s base, and they snuck about until they were caught sneaking out.

Now y/n always thought she’d go down in a hellish blaze of glory with bullets flying and people screaming for their lives but while her long awaited death played around her she did as trained automatically and got low to the floor, creeping and shooting whenever some poor unsuspected bastard came into her way. Smearing herself in their blood to be able to play dead if needed.

However after getting to the pick up zone she was shocked to see herself there… alone… no one around the then 24 year old. It chilled her to think that a mere 15 or 16 years ago that happened.

She could clearly recall the joy bursting in her heart seeing her squad members come stumbling up to the zone… and as they began tying their harnesses and were being risen… one by one underneath her they were killed by guns.

Y/n wanted to jump low and scream loud- letting herself loose and killing everyone of those enemies but for the first time in two years on that very day- Kun had one of his first solo flights and he held her back.

Dragging the hysterical woman into a toilet and locking her in from the outside. Shouting and screaming at his training buffy doing that would accomplish nothing. And surely after the plan came to a cruising altitude. Away from the sudden gunfire.

She was basically carried back onto the base in Kun’s arms. Crying and hitting at him as he took her to the infirmary. That was the first time she forgot to take a trophy.

How iconic the second time was for her own almost death?

Now she was out- a civilian for a week and it was a task on its own. Since she had a checklist of things she definitely had to do before relaxing and the first on the list was cleaning out her apartment.

Yet HERE she was STUCK IN TRAFFIC for the past 2 HOURS waiting to make a left turn off to get on the straight road for her apartment complex. She could see the parking lot!

This gave you time to think about Haizea. This is how you’d spend your first day off. Mopping about your ex. Fucking hell. You were pissed as you noticed how the cars around you all had couples or rather pairs of two people who were most likely heading in the same direction. Couples are forbidden until you get over Haizea.

The sun was high in the sky and it irked you even more. Why the fuck did the Gods put the sun in the sky to shine that high?

It was aggravating- why the fuck is the city so hectic and Lazy? There’s nothing in place- everyone moving at their own pace and no cooperation. It was aggravating!

The only way you could deal with this is by cleaning up your apartment as soon as possible. Maybe then you would feel better than you did now.

You drove down the street and saw that there were less cars here. You slowed down and took a deep breath. This is good! There is less traffic. The air here was not as clean as what you’ve gotten on base but hey- this apartment had the cleanest air you could find.

However it looked to have had a number of buildings shoot up around it making the land value go up as well as the pollution levels. Disgusting.

The thought made you remember Haizea again and you let out another huff. If you could, you’d punch her square in her dumb face. Gods Fucking damn it!

Now you don’t have time to clean up your apartment or anything else for that matter. Your mind is racing, trying to figure out where to start. You just hope she has enough sense to leave your apartment alone.

That is if she still lives here..

You’re going through your mental list of everything when you finally arrive at your destination. The parking garage is busy with people leaving work for the weekend of business trips? You didn't know your neighbours nor care to get to know them.

A group of four guys dressed in black are standing outside your parking space. They look like the bad boy tyoe- ready to beat anyone up. They were smoking and laughing loudly, making you roll your eyes as you rev the engine of your skyline and send down your window to flick them away with your hand.

The boys looked startled, leaning to glimpse into the windshield to see who was driving.

You sighed as you reversed in quickly. If they tried to talk to you it wasn’t going to be a fun time. You were pissed and just wanted to take a shower. The outside was cool but the air was humid.

It didn’t help that you were in your military clothes- a black button up and tactical pants in solid black, the legs pulled tight as you reached into the passenger seat to pull the rucksack off the red and black leather seat. Throwing it over your shoulder as you kill the engine properly and open the door.

Standing and blocking the sun as you throw your leather jacket into the back seat. It belonged to some service man from quite a few years ago, you ever game around to take it back for him after you gave him a ride back to base.

“Hey Pretty girl- you have some nice wheels,” A fairy tale looking man said. He leaned against his bike, grinning as he eyed up the car.

You shot him a forced smile, as you turned to close the door.

“Don’t be mad princess- we don’t bite!” Another called, he looked a bit more civilised but he had some hugeass eyebrows that weren’t as striking as the first speakers’.

“One more statement,” You warn gritting your teeth as you walk into the front of the car. Pressing the keys to lock the car. You didn’t trust them.

“You ride good like that all the time? That park job was smooth as fuck,” The third grinned, he didn’t make any shocking remarks out  rightly but hid his question within his innuendos.

You parked in front of the apartments and grabbed your keys. You got out of the car and slammed the door shut.

“Depends- your dick stiff enough?” You glare across, turning to face the men, “ Cause if you can’t keep your two inches up and say I’m a grower up then I’ll cut it off and make you watch him eat it.” Jutting your chin to the princess comment guy.

“Damn princess- I’m not into that shit unless you want me to,” The man responded.

“Fuck off,” You turn your back walking to the glass door

Fuckin stupid ass bitch. You should have stayed home  on base instead of going to the apartment. At least there were idiots trying to kill each other. Or  privates fucking around with ordnance and screwing up your team.

Not this fucking idiotic group of boys! They’ll be lucky to live long enough to regret ever being born. You notice them jostling at each other, laughing and giggling as they mutter underhanded comments about you being bad and wearing scary clothes to hide your bad figure.

You could agree to that since you didn't have a pretty hourglass body or smooth glass skin and long eyelashes. You were normal with patchy skin, open pores and an oily T zone.

You walked up to the first unit with your key card out. The numbers on the doors were numbered to show which units were hidden behind the double verification glass doors. Scanning your apartment card and seeing the red light blink. Fuck!

You flipped it and it blinked red again making you grab the handle and shake the door. Locked out. You moved to read the door numbers for Apartment B Unit 106. Hovering your finger over the numbers- there it was. This is your apartment.

You inhale sharply, tugging the hem of your shirt into place once more, and lifting your card to the door in its original form, the light blinked red and you kicked the door hard. Pressing the card to the sensor and punching at the glass.

The fuck? Did Haizea change your keycards?

No. Thank the Gods.

The door unlocked, making you want to curse as you entered into the large area after passing the air curtain into the cool lobby that was always empty when you got back. You can’t recall ever seeing anyone in here other than the tallest cutie ever dragging in one of his drunk friends.

You glanced at the wall of mail boxes, compressed into the wall in a sleek silver and black door the unit numbers in the base colour of silver.

Nothing? What? You knew for a fact you had bills to pay for this month and the last at least since it was last month Haizea broke up with you. You wanted to pay those bills before you settled in so you would have a partially liveable place.

The other apartments had filled mail boxes with promotional materials overflowing and the guard booth sticker for large packages on some. As expected there were a few apartments already occupied by other people around yours.

The last time you were back the apartment under yours and the one at your left and right were vacant. However judging from the mail boxes they were now occupied. This meant you needed to sound proof the walls if they were the pesky types or the family oriented types.

You didn’t want to deal with either if it was both.

A sudden thud came from behind you as someone crashed through the mailboxes spilling everything onto the floor and then proceeded to fall face first into the ground.

You turned, finding a tall man sprawled across the floor. He wore a black shirt, a light brown jacket that looked like it had been recently washed and dark grey trousers that hung loosely on his frame. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily.

You winced at how hard they hit the floor but decided not to bother them. Rolling your eyes and turning away to continue your walk to the elevator. After thankfully not having to fight with the inner door as well.

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Yy pov

Yangyang was nervous as all shit. He'd just gotten his hands on a limited edition figure for a popular anime and was about to resell it. Excited as he told his friends to meet him in his apartment unit 116, to check it out. The quartet was equally excited, knowing their bandmate often procured the strangest things that were only excitable for very niche subgroups.

He was looking around with the box on his back as he slowly drove his motorcycle into the parking lot, stalling as he saw his friends hanging around unit 106’s parking spot. Somehow they were all dressed in black and slunk around smoking. Possibly waiting for him.

His mainstay group was composed of a bunch of music producers and professional instrumentalists that all worked with each other making music for pop artists and had established careers… unlike Yanggie who was stuck in college until he figured out his calling.

“Ayyy! Look who decided to show up- College boy!” XiaoJun shouted, walking forward to pull at YangYang’s wind breaker, “What’s this? Got in trouble with mommy?”

“Fuck off,” YangYang laughed, dropping his foot and walking the bike through the spot to his. It was odd how  the sports was never filled. It made yangyang curious about how unit 106 was…

Yangyang was nervous, but not because they might think he's weird for having a limited edition figurine of a demon king figurine; it's more than that. This is probably the first time someone will ever see this figurine outside of Yangyang's collection. But it could be good!

A lot of people would like them! Or at least Yangyang hoped so, since he wanted to make his friend happy. And he couldn't do that if they thought he had some kinda weird fetish. That's the last thing he wants... right? Right?

He was so nervous  that upon crossing the first glass door he tripped. Smashing the box into a squished mess. His heart began racing as he saw the black figure of the stand hovering above him. Was he really about to be killed for breaking the precious cargo? How the fuck.

The quartet entered Yangyang' flat in which Yangyang sat nervously waiting on each member of the squad. They had come over to inspect Yangyang's new toy after seeing him in the store that morning.

"So what did you get, bro?" — asked as she looked around the small room. There weren't many items inside since most of it was still in boxes from his school work.

"I got a demon king!" Yangyang cheered as he proudly held up his newest possession.

– was shocked, though. "No way! You can't even afford one of those things yet."

Yangyang shrugged. "Yeah well I have enough to buy one!"

"What kind are they again, bro?" Yangyang handed them the figurines. All black with silver accents and golden eyes.

Yangyang thought for a moment before answering. "This one is called the devil king, and this one is the angel prince. They're both demons!" Yangyang explained proudly.

— giggled at his antics before turning back to the case and looking at the figurines again. He picked up the angel figurine. He smiled slightly before putting it down again. The demon figurine made him feel weird. "How much for this one?" he asked.

“A lot- and the resale value is sky high so I’m hoping to make some real money to pay off this semester's debt.” Yanggie sighed.

“I know how it is bro,” Hendery shook his head, “That’s why I dropped- I can’t live like that.”

“Or you can move like Ten and find a fat pocket old guys to fill your ass and your bank accounts,” Xiao Jun cut across sharply making Ten glare across.

“It’s not like he’s your father,” Ten rolled his eyes, “ And If I want my old man’s dick lodged up my ass that’s my call not yours.”

“As if- Tennie likes old dick because most of them cum be the time they see his body properly.” Handery added with a snicker.

“Does not,” Ten shouted, “I can prove it!”

“Then Prove it!” Yanggie got frustrated and shouted.

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y/n pov

The elevator doors slid open and you walked inside. Once they closed you reached over and pressed the button for the fourth floor.

This is going to be an awful week. AS the doors closed a hand shot in and prevented it letting the doors shrink back, making you look for the source. The black haired pretty boy was on his knees, a broken toy? not a figurine in his hands and a heavy blush on his cheeks, his hair falling into his eyes as he dropped his head and dragged himself in next to you. Cute- he was very cute though you hadn't seen his face.

He must have been friends with the group from outside. This man looked a bit calmer and sweeter but you didn't care. Staring straight ahead as you decided to clean up the entire place first.

You’ll clean out all the dust and mop the floor, wipe the windows and then get into taking out what Haizea bought. Then your dust, mop and re clean everything.

Including sanitising your clothes and polishing your shoes and furniture. There'd be no trace of that bitch when you were done. None at all. You tried to play off how tired and drained you felt nothing could convince them otherwise.  You knew you weren’t being subtle, especially once the elevator dinged for your floor.

Walking off to find the wooden door with the shiny silver number plate on the wall and the numbers on the door itself. Finally you were home. Thank all fucks. Your feet finally hit the carpeted floor after walking on the army's terrazzo tiles for far too long. A sigh of relief escaped you and a soft smile appeared on your lips.

It was almost dinner time anyway. Hopefully Haizea would be at least somewhat decent tonight, you couldn’t wait any longer. Fuck- you kept forgetting- she wasn't going to be there just like she hadn't driven you home or hugged you tightly the moment you came through the door.

You locked the door behind yourself and moved to the kitchen. Placing your bag on the black quartz counter and dropping your head into your hands. You wanted to cry.

You were alone now.

All to yourself without any orders to give or any drills to run or squad activities to keep you distracted.

What the hell happened?

Haizea wasn’t really the type of person to break up, even if you had cheated. She was too sweet, funny, kind, selfless, supportive, thoughtful and just overall good.

Why did she leave?

You don't understand why she would do this to you. She knew you had a demanding job and that you actually really liked her but no- she wanted to break up because you were never there.

What the hell did she expect? That you’d just forgive her?

Maybe she was afraid you wouldn’t?

Maybe she was afraid that you had too good of a reason that she wouldn't be able to justify why she did this?

Yeah that's why! Maybe you wouldn’t accept her apology because it was such bullshit. You hated her. Not only for leaving but also for abandoning you.

And why was it your fault? You hated yourself for doing something stupid again but at least you knew it was fucking shitty that you couldn't get proper time off. This was different. It wasn't her fault you cheated or that she didn't think it was wrong.

She didn't even know about you cheating at the beginning of your relationship- it was the first time your kept off dick and needed a way to slowly get out of it for her- It was your fault.

All because you were selfish. You couldn't let her go, not after everything you'd been through. Now that she was gone you would never see her again unless you killed her. You smiled at your own thoughts.

The thought of killing her made you giddy.

You pushed your hair back as you moved to make yourself some food. It wasn't that hard considering you ate practically every meal. You pulled out some bread, cheese and meat and then went to the fridge to take out more things to go with the meat. There was nothing left to eat in the house so you just took anything you could find and shoved it in a tupperware container.

You heard voices downstairs. A loud bang from downstairs and you jumped. You stood there frozen, staring at the door.

Was it Haizea?

Did she come back?

Why are these thoughts running through your mind? You shook your head clearing away the thought of her. You need to focus on fixing your apartment now. Stop thinking about her- but you remember her everywhere.

From kissing and hugging you at the door to you placing her to sit on the counter as you complain about your superiors and Chief Warrant Officer Whong- who you always tend to leave details out about, especially all the quickies and head while on duty- she'd smile and giggle then move to fix you a meal after chastising you to go shower and relax.

When you finished eating you'd lay next to her as she played games and talked about random shit, mostly stuff you knew already. You remembered her telling you she loves your voice when you sing in the shower. You loved listening to her laugh.

You missed her so much.

She was your everything.

You sighed as the voices started coming closer. They sounded male, probably from another unit.

"I'm sorry I haven't been here recently."  a deep masculine voice said in the hallway? You craned your neck towards the hall as the footsteps became louder and closer. "My life has been a mess lately and I didn't want to miss out on spending time with my lovely wife!"

The two men laughed loudly, a few footsteps and a muffled thump.

“You should spend more time with your lover, you need it.” Another man’s voice commented.

“But seriously what is wrong with you and your love life? You're supposed to have a lot of fun and get laid before marriage right? If so, why the fuck aren't you doing it? Or maybe you're actually into the idea of all five of us being in a poly relationship?" Another voice said. The men laughed louder this time as you recognised them from the parking lot a few moments ago- fuck were they all leasing the unit below you?  if there were 9 floors with 10 units on each then it should be unit 116 below you right? The top five floors had two pent houses on each floor and were sold not rented. Lame.

“Maybe you should try and be serious instead of flirting around with everyone!” Someone else snapped. “We all know you’re just looking for attention since you don’t have one. We’re here though so stop trying to push people away.” You recognized that voice as well. Who the fuck is that?

“Yeah man...you shouldn't push others away when they can help.” The other man said. “Look, we'll be quiet. Go have a nice night” The voices trailed quieter faded away. You listened as they laughed at whatever they were watching, you recognised the dark haired pretty boy as the one who spoke earlier.

"Wait-guys- before we practise, I got this totally W film we should watch-" Mr. Faiytale voice said and the men quieted, most likely goving him their full attention, "Using the rich neighbours house while he's away."

"Here?"

"Now?"

"Dude what if I get bricked up?"

"I'll switch it to cast-"

"Fuck guys- I watched it. The plot was the girl's making a video for her boyfriend and her moms too nosy so she sneaks into her neighbours house since he's away and she films there until he comes back early and catches her." FairyTale said.

"XiaoJun, who recommends you this shiT?" his friend said.

"Some guys in class were talking about it- apparently she is a newbie and is learning under Princess126," XiaoJun said to Hendery.

"And Si-Cheng hasn't tricked old men into sending him money," Hendery rolled his eyes, "Taro- tell him."

"Winny did that?" Shotaro gasped.

"Relax- lets just watch it then practise," XiaoJun said.

You wanted to die with laughter, the bad boys were watching porn together- how cute.

It seemed to be working, because a minute later you could hear them giggling as they continued to watch the film. It was kinda funny actually. The grown men in the unit downstairs were watching porn together and you were hearing every lewd detail.

You wondered what kind of fucked up movie they were watching. Probably not one with a happy ending or something like that. You snorted as an image popped up in your mind; the five of them sitting in the living room with cocks in hand eyes glued to the screen. The sight sent chills down your spine. You laughed. You had a feeling they didn't know anyone lived above them. That was hilarious. Well, almost. Thinking about what they'd be doing.

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Yy pov

“It’s not like he’s your father,” Ten rolled his eyes, “ And If I want my old man’s dick lodged up my ass that’s my call not yours.”

“As if- Tennie like old dick because most of them cum be the time they see his body properly.” Hanfery added with a snicker.

“Does not” Ten shouted, “I can prove it!”

“Then Prove it!” Yanggie got frustrated and shouted.

The men were shocked as Ten got up easily turned on the T/V and used his phone to start a relatively normal t/V show.

"I'm sorry I haven't been here recently."  the man spoke to the other. "My life has been a mess lately and I didn't want to miss out on spending time with my lovely wife!"

The two men laughed loudly, a few footsteps and a muffled thump.

“You should spend more time with your lover, you need it.” Another man’s voice commented.

“But seriously what is wrong with you and your love life? You're supposed to have a lot of fun and get laid before marriage right? If so, why the fuck aren't you doing it? Or maybe you're actually into the idea of all five of us being in a poly relationship?" Another voice said. The men laughed.

“Maybe you should try and be serious instead of flirting around with everyone!” Someone else snapped. “We all know you’re just looking for attention since you don’t have one. We’re here though so stop trying to push people away.”

“Yeah man...you shouldn't push others away when they can help.” The other man said. “Look, we'll be quiet. Go have a nice night” The voices trailed quieter faded away.

As ten dropped the volume and began to speak, "Wait-guys- before we practise, this is a total W film we should watch-" Ten said and the men quieted, "Using the rich neighbours house while he's away."

"Here?"

"Now?"

"Dude what if I get bricked up?"

"I'll switch it to cast-"

"Fuck guys-watch it and satisfy your fucking minds that my old man cums when he sees me strip. The plot is  making a video for the  boyfriend and moms too nosy so I  sneak into the neighbours house since he's away and film there until he comes back early and catches me." Ten said.

"Ten, who recommends you this shiT?" Hendery said.

"Some guys at work were talking about it- apparently she is a newbie and is learning under Princess126," Ten said to Hendery, “ And princess usually has the good plots and shit when she streams.”

"Relax- lets just watch it then practise," XiaoJun said.

This commenced when the grown men in the unit downstairs were watching porn together  hearing every lewd detail of their friend moaning under the surprisingly toned body of his ‘old man’.

Ten’s sugar Daddy was ripped and had almost godly proportions… which had his friends hooked from the moment Ten was walked in on by him. The man's broad shoulders make them break concentration and pause the porno to begin analysing. They had never seen nor met Ten’s sugar daddy but now that they were seeing the sex tape they were fully invested.
 
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y/n pov

You put your head back on the cold granite countertop and closed your eyes. How many times had you wished you could just end it already? Just say 'fuck it' and cut it short? But no you couldn't. You loved it too much, you wanted it to last longer. And even if it lasted forever you still wouldn' want it to end. You loved Haizea, she was perfect. You couldn't imagine your life without her by your side, you couldn't even imagine what it'd be like without her in it. She was everything you needed and needed badly and the fact that she broke up with you was honestly so fucking stupid. You should've known she'd do that and you'd deserved it but still. You couldn't believe that she would do that to you.

"Why did you break up with me?" you whispered, almost not believing yourself.

"Because you weren't honest with me." You answered yourself softly, finally allowing yourself to cry. And cry you did throughout your shower and when you started cleaning. At least about an hour or two after the excited men in unit 116 had ended their session and had started practising?

The reverbed bass of an electric guitar roamed into your ears and the drummer followed. Shit were they some sort of rock band? Gods fucking damn it.

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

!This Is A Work Of Fiction!

!This Is A Work Of Fiction!

!This Is A Work Of Fiction!

!This Is A Work Of Fiction!
 
Your first day after coming back was filled with cleaning. You made sure you apartment was spick and span nothing out of place or unusual, except for your amazing coffee table. You didn’t want to tell anyone but Michael Mayers was your first turn on. Every time you saw the killer you’d sport the biggest grin, which meant that when you got your own place you just had to add him in somewhere. Though you kept a cloth over the glass more often than not.

The second day was Friday!

Which for civilians meant happiness that the weekend was here. Yet for you you were quiet and laying on the couch with your feet kicked up on the coffee table, when you noticed some off looking stains on the leather sofa… what the hell?

You never ate or drank on the living room couches or sofas.

It was an white-ish chalky substance that looks partially rubbed off but not properly. You were disgusted- passing your hand on the stain to see if you could rub it off. It didn’t work. You sighed leaving your movie playing and moving to the kitchen to get your cleaning supplies once again.

Now noticing the odd marks around the kitchen island as well. Moving to watch it you pulled at the dropping band of your joggers looking at the crispy white looking marks… Did someone lick the counter?

Gods- you were pissed. Where did this come from?
 
*RIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG~
 
“Fucking biTch!” You shouted, jumping back as your phone rang.

Shit that scared you- gods damn it. You walked back to the couch eyeing the odd stain as you picked up the phone. Looking at the caller ID… it was blocked…

“Hello?” You answer boredly, you weren’t in it for telemarketers right now.

“Hi princess~” A raspy voice came over the phone, “ Tell me, what are you wearing today?”

“No,” You replied blandly and hung up. Then the phone rung again, “ WhaT?”

“If you fucking hang up on me again I’ll gut your ass like a fish!” The raspy voice stressed.

“Oh? Really?” You mused, “ Then let me tell you something Mr. Knock off Ghost Head. I’ve had the shittiest past two weeks and I haven't even been out of the house, so I am more than happy to take out my anger on you.”

“Aww- you want me in you?” The voice spoke again.

“Yeah I do- so why don’t you show me your face you fucking coward?" You grit out.

“Shit babe chill,” Lucas’ voice spoke, “ Fuck just relax I was just pulling a prank on you.”

“Fuck a corpse asshat-” You groan, slouching to lean on the back of the chair.

“Nah unless it’s yours, I’ll hard pass,” Lucas said, “ SO I got a day off for my dutiful assistance to my boss earlier this week so I’m at Ildang-bell getting coffee- lets link.”

“Gods, I’m just not feeling it,” You shrug, “I found some stains from the ageing of the unit and I’m still cleaning up.”

“That’s why you should meet me,” Lucas grumbled, “ Just throw on that old marine guys jacket and come meet meee~”

“You’re not going to ease me up after this right?” You ask.

“No, I’ll text you the addy,” Lucas laughed.

Sighing as you nodded, standing straight and stretching as you grabbed your keys from on the keyholder and your apartment cards, before walking out the unit.

Waiting on the elevator until it opened. It left you staring at a really cute black-brown haired cutie. He had a strong face but slunked around and looked sleepy. His eyes widened as they landed on you and he stepped into one corner of the moving box.

After stepping in it only then dawned on you that he was wearing a large crocodile mask over his head. A cute green plushy with felt teeth. The elevator ride was short and you kept staring at your phone as Lucas bombarded you with sneakily taken images of idiots at the cafe.

The ride felt even shorter as you parked in the brown wooden fenced parking lot of the weird cabin looking cafe. You and Lucas developed a habit of meeting at the cafe on your day-offs. It started because of an accident once where he was off to meet some deserter police officers and you chanced upon the place because it was new.

It happened more than once because the spot never had the same owner long enough to be remembered.

This time the cafe was brown scaled as though it were a sauna with a high scented flower smelling perfume that made your stomach turn. Glancing around the area you were sure you could hear Lucas’ big mouth chatting up someone but you couldn’t see him. Opting to walk through the cafe with a confused but angry look.

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Lucas turned his smooth talk onto level 10,000 when the sexy WolfCut baddie came up to him. She wore baggy cargo pants with a short crop top with a Rammenstein print. A ‘samulet’ around her neck with its eyes glowing when she sat in front of him. Elongated eyes with sharp eyeliner, a straight nose with shiny highlighter on the tip. The best part of her was her matte pink lips that were full and drawn between her teeth.

“So… were you waiting on anyone?” The pretty woman said, SinClair.

“You,” Lucas smiled, eyes darting down as SinClair drew small circles on his palm, “I knew the moment you introduced yourself.”

“Really?” SinClair smiled, leaning forward on her chair, “ I really like leather jackets on hot guys.”

“I’m hot?” Lucas teased, making SinClair blush, “Tell me what I am to you, SinClair.”

“I’ll like you to be in m-” SinClair’s eyes widened as Lucas was pushed aside in the booth.

His boss, Chief Warrant Officer 3 Y/F/N dropped into the seat beside him. She wore the marine guys black leather jacket, with a black shirt and joggers. Lucas’ eyes left SinClair and all intention of hooking up with her before he took his trip home.

y/n’s eyes were bloodshot as though she’d just stopped crying. Her skin glowed prettily with a look that said she got a lot of sleep but from crying herself to sleep… he wanted to take her into his arms and squeeze the shit out of her just to let her know he was there if she needed.

“Umm… hi?” SinClair asked, eyes roaming y/n over and over as she leaned her elbows onto the table and sniffled, reaching across for Lucas’ caramel macchiato.

“Yeah,” y/n croaked out and Lucas had never felt more mixed signals to his dick than ever before. Was he supposed to be getting turned by SinClair or y/n’s crying eyes or is he being turned off by y/n in general- ew.

“Who-who are you?” SinClair gasped in disbelief as y/n sipped the fluffy drink and scowled at Lucas.

“Sugar is bad as shit for your shitting body,” y/n croaked out.

“Yeah Chief I know-Ah shit my bad, Boss,” Lucas grinned, turning back to SinClair, who was just flustered.

“I- I’ll leave,” She shook her head in disbelief, most likely thinking he was dating y/n.

“I’ll call you?” Lucas reached his hand forward.

“No- don’t,” SinClair rolled her eyes and looked down in disgust all of the sudden, “I bet it isn’t even that big- I was just setting myself up.”

Lucas was at a loss for words, letting his jaw hang in shock until y/n spoke out rather coldly, “Its fucking big enough to me tear a new cunthole- but I bet you wouldn’t fucking feel that either?”

“Oh my gods!” SinClair shouted, stomping her foot and turning to face them again, “Who do you think you are?!”

“Like he said… his boss.” Y/N sighed, placing the cup back onto the coaster, “ If you have a problem with us you can call the military and report Chief Warrant Officer 1 Lucas Whong and his direct line Superior Y/F/N.”

SinClair looked to be in pure shock, biting her lower lip again as if she was turned on, before rolling her eyes and walking off.

“This is why I don’t fucking like hanging out with you of the gods damn bitch of a base.” y/n shook her head.

“Yeah but what the fuck is wrong to your face boss?” Lucas  asked, leaning back- like hell you were going to say you were okay.

But it looked like you’d just cum hard… this was a mix of your orgasm face and your pain face- what kind of break up did you actually go through? Lucas knew those faces all too well.

“Just getting over cleaning the place,” y/n says quietly, eyes filling with tears again.

“By the Gods Chief, let me go get you some napkins-” Lucas shook his head, pushing at her to move so he could get out of the booth.

He saw the sight of you dropping your head into your hands and wiping at your eyes with your sleeve. Fuck how deep was your shitty heart into Haizea. At the counter he kept glancing back at you, shoulders shaking up and down as you wept silently.

“Hey if you’re gonna break her heart at least don’t fucking let her see you flirting you piece of shit.” The barista told him, slamming the napkins onto the counter.

“I’m not-” Lucas tried but gave up as the man turned around and walked back to brewing drinks.

He sat in front of you as you lifted your head with your hand over your face, sniffling as you handed him your phone, “Take a picture of me- I have to post something.”

“You fucking serious?” Lucas marvelled as he took the phone, snapping a few shots before throwing it onto the table, “ Are you really going to pretend like you're fine when you're crying and breaking down?”

“I’m not,” y/n denied.

“Move ya fucking hand then,” Lucas scoffed, moving to grab your wrist, watching your puffy eyes, “ You aren’t wearing a toy right now right?”

“The fuck do you take me for?” Y/N sucked air between her teeth and rolled her eyes, “Wanna check?”

“Ya know I fucking do,” Lucas laughs widening his legs as he relaxes, “But boss, the fuck are you so fucked over?”

“My asshole of a heart fell cause my cunt was being well kept.” y/n scoffed, “ I know why I’m fucked right now but it's so hard to come to terms with it.”

“Want a coffee or sumn else?" Lucas asks again.

“I’ll take yours, Let’s go home,” y/n complains.

“Fuck fine, I just wanted to have a nice fucking first day off from base and meet up with you then go home but nooo you want to be a pissy cunt and cry a godsdamn river,” Lucas complains, standing as you break an excited look which creeped him out.

You barely smile unless it deals with Haizea- the fuck was happening?

“My car or will you follow?” Y/N asked, perkily. She looked like an excited puppy.

“Follow, I have to get home after.” Lucas rolled his eyes, grabbing his keys from on the table and following you out. There was an excited bounce in your steps that disappeared the moment the sunshine hit you.

“ The sun reminds me of that one mission our squad did a few years back,” Y/N grumbles, “ The György one? With the dust and we basically boiled to death while doing the sweep of that base that sent an emergency alert?”

“Ah yeah,” Lucas nodded vividly, remembering seeing you in action and calling way too precise shots right after the next.

He always jokes that you’re a woman and you can’t do shit despite knowing you were insanely good at your jobs. Yet seeing it in real life and seeing how following your orders saved lives and disobeying them either cost a head or a rank he was impressed… he wasn’t that good at anything.

If he got the role as a C.O or a Major it would be a waste because you could definitely do it better. That day Lucas realised you had to be some sort of top secret experiment that his family wanted to test him against.

→

This is what convinced him that sticking to you was the way to go despite it causing him to actually follow in his family’s footsteps. Somehow he got close to you and you two became oddly close after y/n ran into the shower during the male bath time. Fuck he still remembers the first time he tasted you so quickly- it would always stick to him.

A long training session had just ended and his squad had hustled into the baths joking and complaining, they were in a hurry to get to the cafeteria before the soldiers on lunch duty checked out. That meant starving until the next morning or trading hours for rations or duties for MRE’s and that was not fun or worth it…

“Captain- we’ll leave first!” Zultan shouted as he passed Lucas now strolling into the shower. The last person as usual.

“Yeah,” Lucas nodded, stopping and watching his soldiers run past him, wet bodies with white towels around their waists as they slid and lost their balance to regain it as they dried off and got dressed. Ready to run.

Shaking his head as he drops his towel, turning on one of the stand alone showers bolted to the open area’s wall. Sighing as he ducked his head under, bracing his arms against the walls and letting himself be soaked. Lucas relaxed. One of the only times while on duty he had to himself was during a shower. Despite the shower not having dividers or the fact it was communal he could relax and just clean himself.

While showering Lucas was covered in suds head to toe- wasting water that would most likely soon be locked off when a peppy head of black hair strolled in. Shorter than him but he didn’t pay any attention to the face as it was a male shower. Until it dawned on him as he caught a glimpse of the man undoing his bun…? And pumping shampoo into his shoulder length hair and Lucas turned around ready to make a joke.

“Damn- soldier who are you getting so dolled up f- Fuck-” Lucas’ eyes went wide as he saw the curve of y/n’s ass, her bare breasts being slightly covered by her soaked hair clinging to it.

Shampoo rolling down into her face, “Fuck- Whong- I got soap in my fucking eye!”

“Oh shit,” Lucas panicked running over to the naked woman who tilted her face to the water, moving to hold her face as he rubbed her hair, trying to push away the shampoo suds that would make the issue worse.

After a few seconds Lucas looked down at the woman’s face in his hands, staring into her smaller, big-small eyes. They were reddened from the liquid.

“First class sergeant Whong- why are you in here?” Y/N asked.

“Ah- Lt- my bad,” Lucas stuttered, stepping back as Y/N grabbed at her soap to finish showering it was like he wasn’t there.

“Doesn’t answer my question- your troops already left for canteen time.” Y/N shook her head.

“Yeah, my guys are at the canteen but I didn’t finish clearing our equipment in time…” Lucas pretended not to look at her body. Her soaped hands rubbing making it hard not to look.

“Yeah okay,” Y/N nodded.

“LT… why are you in the shower this late?” Lucas forced his head to look away. Turning on the shower next to hers as he turned the water cold to wash away his thoughts.

“I was helping Major Majed with something and got too sweaty.” Y/N shrugged… Lucas’ eyes widened. Y/N was a Lieutenant… Why was she with a Major? LT shouldn’t hang around with Majors unless- was y/n boning the Major?

Never… y/n was like a monk… other than that one time she sucked Lucas off during her first duty there wasn’t any talk of her being… sexually active at all, like at all at all.

“Oh cool,” Lucas nodded without asking much. Going back to his shower until he noticed her staring at him, “What?”

“Whong… wait-” Y/N suddenly blinked sticking her hand into the water stream Lucas was under, “Are you getting fucking hard cause I’m showering next to your cock?”

“What? LT- Never-” Lucas laughed carefully… she hit the nail on the head…

“Aww- didn’t your bitch mommy teach you to respect women?” Y/N teased making Lucas roll his eyes.

“She taught me to respect women not bitches,” Lucas scoffed, collecting a sudden punch in his stomach. He coughed roughly turning off the water as he gasped for air, “The fuck LT?”

“I was testing something,” Y/N shrugged, pulling her towel around her waist alone and walking off.

“Wait- LT, the fuck was that for?” Lucas coughed, gathering his toiletries and following after her.

“Nothing,” Y/N shrugged, “Whong.. I have a question.”

Y/N looked at Lucas suddenly, taking a deep breath, and glancing at the floor, “Am I still a woman? After entering the army and raising ranks?”

“What?” Lucas was baffled, seeing the woman- that beast look fragile and petite in front of him. He was already taller but she stood tall compared to other men, he was strong but she was agile and he was smart but she stood like a sponge- just absorbing.

“I mean yeah you still have a pussy and tits… so I’d say you're still- wait no this is a comfort thing right?” Lucas fumbled, dropping to sit on a bench in the change room.

“Do I? Whon-Lucas… they don’t work anymore…” Y/N frowned, “ I know it’s odd but like I’m not kidding. If I’m gonna  over share I have to say that… I… I haven’t felt anything… feminine in a really long time.”

“Wait-Lt… y/n are you serious?” Lucas’s eyes widened again. He was shocked. You were like a mountain… tall and unmoving… what the fuck? The stone face LT has feelings?

“Yeah, It’s dumb I get it,” Y/N said, clasping her bra, and pulling up her panties before turning back to Lucas, “It’s my bad Luc-”

“LT you look so fucking sexy right now- I’m sitting here to keep myself from doing anything,” Lucas forces out.

Yes it was partially true but it would hurt his ego if he just let you be naked and get dressed without him touching you at all.

“Huh? Luc-” Y/N shook her head, opening the locker with her clothes with a slight frown, “ I get that we talk and shit but you don’t have to lie.”

“I’m not,” Lucas shaked his head, “Come check if you don’t believe me.”

Y/N stood straight and turned around with a knowing look, walking over to Lucas, to stand between his legs, “Whong you know I’m not an easily frightened type.”

“Roger that,” Lucas smirked, watching as y/n pulled at his towel, letting the humid air hit his semi.

“I see that,” Y’N says, eyes looking at his dick then away to his eyes again, “And you’ve proved your words.”

“Well LT?” Lucas asks turning on his ‘lets fuck’ attitude, “Are you gonna fix it?”

“It’s your dick,” Y/N said pointedly, her face falling in shock as Lucas tugged her onto his lap. Guiding her hand to his dick, y/n’s face seemed to relax as she tugged her hand in his up and down, until they built up a momentum and Lucas let go, moaning as y/n moved her hand to swirl his tip, over and over until he was close.

“What do you want, Lucas?” Y/N whispered into his ear, sending chills along his spine.

“You LT,” Lucas gasped out, tensing his thighs as he began to shake them, his climax approaching.

“How do you want me?” Y/N asked, shocked as Lucas slipped his hands from her waist to her ass to into her cunt under her panty. His long fingers stroked over and over until he found her sweet spot and began stroking it. Her mouth hung back as Lucas quickly worked her to edge, “Lu~”

Lucas let out a deep resonating moan as he came, his cum shooting onto y/n’s jaw and chest. Making him reach to cup her breast, pulling them out of her bra cups, leaning his head forward as y/N scowled and rose to her knees, pushing him back, “Be a good boy and wait for my orders, Sergeant.”

Lucas had to admit, y/n was hot… like fuck this side of her had him bricked up almost instantly after cumming. He was in shock as Y/N set up to mount him. Letting his tip in as she smirked down at him, hands in his hair as she gave the order, “Now suck.”

Nodding limply Lucas moved his head forward and began sucking at y/n’s clean pearly nipples. He rolled the bud between his teeth and sucked softly, using his  tongue to rub away the after heat that would give her pain. It was hard to focus as her cunt pulsed around his tip almost sucking him into her. He had to fight the urge to rut her and breed her there and then.

“Greedy boy,” Y/n Moaned, standing up and pushing Lucas away, a small wobble in her step as Lucas sat there arms hovering in its position, legs spread and dick dripping in cum and pre.

“What the fuck?” Lucas’ jaw hung in discontent.

“I’m not a whore Lu, go find one of your female privates that you have on call,” Y/N smirked, and Lucas couldn’t believe he wanted her so badly.

“You aren’t Y/N I’m totally prepared to drop all of them for you,” Lucas almost begged, surprising himself.

“Then drop them,” Y/N said, “ Make a list of all of your fuck buddies and have it on my desk by tomorrow evening with a signature.”

“What?” Lucas was straight up baffled now, “Fuck the how do I get rid of-”

“Don’t touch it.” Y/N smirked, continuing to get dressed, putting on her top gear and leaving Lucas in shock as he saw the missing patch for her rank. Did y/n get promoted? Huh?

“Let it quell and if I find out you fucking jacked it before I get to eat you,” Y/N walked over, putting her hand under his chin to force his head up to look at her. Her other hand gripping his cock and tugging it into a firm pump that made him tense again, “I’ll make you suffer.”

Lucas was off edge as he came in a really painful manner. His back sent pain through his spine and stomach sinking in as tears ran from the corner of his eyes, “Yes LT.”

He nodded, watch the woman lick the little steaks of cum off the side of her lip, when his post nut clarity hit and he focused on her right shoulder… a black patch? What was her new rank?

Wait- fuck. It just occurred that only Warrant officers had black ranks… and warrant officers were technical experts, combat leaders, trainers, and advisors for the top dogs.

[Through progressive levels of expertise in assignments, training, and education, the warrant officer administers, manages, maintains, operates and integrates systems and equipment across the full spectrum of operations.]

She was out of his league- Lucas should be running, and he tried. Struggling with his legs that had turned to jelly as he moved to the shower to wash off and get dressed. y/n now gone and off- holy shit… he broke a lot of rules with a black rank- holy shit she’d get him beheaded if he tried to fuck her over… Lucas’s MOTHER WOULD KILL HIM TEN TIMES OVER IF she found out!

Holy fuck he had to go break up with all his partners now!

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"They’ll send me to the sharp right LUCAS-" You scream at the man behind you, " LUCAS HES GOING TO FUCK ME UP THE MOMENT MY FOOT IS ON BASE!!!"

"Fuck woman chill," Lucas laughed, "He's probably gonna just walk you through your duties as a reminder."

"YUKHEI WHONG- DID you also not walk me through my first duties?" You exhale sharply, " and during that did you also not suck on my ear and tell me how far up my cunt you'd cum?"

"Shit I thought we passed that?" He asked with a blush you could hear.

You can just see him placing his face in his hands then moving his palm behind his neck to rub away the heat.

“Yukhei- Lucas babe, I know we want promotions but like my first duty post think about how much shit you told me- I was a rankless private. The only reason I got 119 duty was because I pissed the then sharp right off!” You almost break down screaming at the man who used two of the days off he took from you, “ Now I’m a 3rd Rank Warrant Officer- Can you imagine what he’ll do to me?”

Lucas was sitting on your kitchen counter, in a leather jacket and black t-shirt and jeans, its knee torn and fuzzy. He looked strange outside the base… almost as fuckable as the first time you saw him- wow. Were you locked away at work for this long? That Lucas looked fuckable?

“Speaking of- when was the last time you took dick anyways?” Lucas looked up, placing his cup at his side and looking at you curiously, “You’ve been dating her for about three or four years right?”

“That’s umm.. A bit…” You glance away, “Maybe on base a few months back?”

“No I mean like real 3 or 4 inch dick- flesh in your cunt? Not silicone?” Lucas gestured with his fingers. Two shaped like a circle and the other hand pointing through it over and over.

“About at the beginning of our relationship… Five years ago on Independence…” You look away, refusing to meet Lucas’ eye as you focus on the little spot on the sofa, scrubbing at it.

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Lucas was strangely quiet. And before you could look up Lucas had you pressed onto the coffee table. Legs around his waist. You were shocked, locking your legs around his waist and attempting to flip him but he simply tensed his muscles and locked himself in place, glowering down at you with a vicious glint.

“Excluding my tip in your ass– then that’s no one?” Lucas smirked. Leaning to your neck to lick away the beads of sweat running down, “So the little Chief Warrant Officer 3 is all tight and firm again?”

“Why don’t you really ask what you want to Warrant Officer 1?” You look at him, amused the man didn’t realise you had weapons all around your house. Adjusting yourself as Lucas, sucked a plot of skin at the base of your neck, his hands still pinning yours.

“What’s that?” Lucas muttered, his voice vibrating under your skin sending chills down your spine and making you feel your cunt throb.

“If you’ll get to stretch my pussy over your fat cock.” You fake moan, lifting your legs around his waist.

“Will I?” Lucas asked, pressing himself against your, sudden wetness… fuck why was the dumbass black rank Lucas getting you hot? That was unheard of!

“You think you can beat me Whong?” You grin up at him. Feeling his grip, loosen.

“Depends on your answer,” Lucas responded.

“If I said no- will you rape me?” You ask, straining your stomach to roll your hips against his. His semi-erection pushed against his jeans.

“Would you like me too?” Lucas panted, thrusting his hips to yours and he lets go and lets his hands roam your body, “Fuck Chief- It’s been almost 12 years since we’ve made love.”

“What? You don’t like fast fucks in the communal showers?” You breathe out.

“Nah you only let me put the tip in,” Lucas groaned against your shoulder.

Letting yourself get hot for Lucas as he moved to lay you against the floorboard instead of the table. Something made you think about the condoms in the coffee table- they were really never used but you reached back as Lucas flicked and rolled your nipples. Opening the door to take out the box, drawing a shocked voice from Lucas, “Chief- I can’t go that many rounds…”

Laughing as you open the box and flipping it- empty. Making you sit up. Moving away from Lucas.

“This was a new box.” You state, moving to kneel and dig through the coffee table, “Lucas this box was full when I left home.”

You started worrying. Did you use them and forget? No- no way. Until it hit you. The stain you’d been cleaning; the bedroom, the foyer, the couch, the hallway- Haizea used it, and you were cleaning it up.

“Lucas-” You sniffle, dropping to curl into a ball, “ Lucas I- I was being played.”

Lucas was baffled. Why were you so emotional over a woman you were playing?

He himself was well aware you weren’t celibate while at the base during those two years, and he knew for a fact during missions with long call periods you have yourself drowning in women. Why were you crying and breaking down like this? He didn’t know what to do but undo his belt to get a bit of air to chill out his cock.

“I… are you done?” Lucas asked about 10 minutes later, his shirt strewn over the coffee table and sat with his jeans undone looking at a muted t.v program.

“Yeah- it’s just I think I’ve been cleaning up old cum stains.” You sniffle, wiping your runny nose and leaking eyes, “Haizea was cheating and used my place for it.”

“Aww Chief,” Lucas groaned, arms outstretched, “Lemme give you a hug.”

Shaking your head as you kneeled, crossing your arms and pulling your t-shirt off, Showing the man your bare breasts and torso, “Lucas,” You bit your lip, “want to help me remark the house?”

You smile at him with your hands on your waist band. Sex with Lucas would mean nothing to you.

“Fuck Chief.” Lucas leaned back against the couch, letting his eyes slowly raked over your appearance, “If I weren't such a sweetheart-”

“It’s my first time Mr. Whong… be a little gentle.” You pout, moving to straddle him, running your hand down his chest to cup his dick through his jeans and rub the fabric. You bat your eyes at him, feeling his palms on your hips, his thumbs daring to go under the fabric.

“Chief- Can I-”

“Shhh- my name is Y/N… Lucas.” You smiled, “We’re civilians for the rest of the week.”

“Y/N,  Can we have sex too remark your house?” Lucas asked, massaging your hips.

“MMhh- Yes please.” You nod. Heart racing at the anticipation of fucking Lucas properly.

His hands made quick work of rolling your pants down before his hands moved up to your hair, undoing your military bun. He was breathing hard as you undid his fly and stuck your hand down to massage him. Mmh- Lucas had a nice lengthy cock, though his shit bent to the left, it could hit spots that felt so odd and so filling.

“Y/N,” Lucas moaned breathlessly, his large hands gripping your ass and brushing against your arousal, his longest finger gripping a hold on your sex.

“Yes Soldi- Yeah?” You moan slightly, sitting on his quelling erection, for some friction.

“Y/N we haven’t made love in 12 years- can you still hold back?” Lucas asked, his thumbs teasing at pulling your panty down, you nodded, and he asked again. “Chief… This is a first for me… can we take it slow?”

“Mmmh,” You let out, moving up to your knees, looking down at him, your hand stained with the few small beads of pre that began leaking out of him, “WO1 Whong. We are both signed out of base and off duty for three more days- will you just play coy civilian with me and let’s debut as newbies?”

“Y/N, I’d like that a lot but… can we at least start in the foyer?” Lucas finally let out, “It’d bug my soul to hell and back if we fucked here first.”

“Thank fuck-” You let out a sigh and the slight chill behind your neck left. Standing up and reaching a hand to Lucas’ to pull him up. Feeling him press against you as you got ready to walk away, “And babe- lose the jeans- don’t make our task harder.”

He looked down at you folding your t-shirt and shorts with an amused look, “Why are you folding your clothes y/n? That’s only done on base?”

“Fuck off- you plugged up cunt.” You scowl at him. It only made him laugh.

“Shit y/n I hadn't a single fucking clue why I thought some shit was off with you-” Lucas laughed heartily as he tried to jump out of his jeans, showing off his black boxers, the fly being stretched open by his erection, “ I almost forgot you don’t ever stop fucking cursing.”

Shaking your head as you head to the foyer, biting your lower lip watching the area- you and Haizea were so excited the first time she went shopping with you and brought some ‘colour’ into your apartment. Kneeling as you open the small table to pull out the number of keys and trinkets you bother dumped inside. The only odd thing was your Switchblade and some rope. Just in case you needed it for an intruder.

“Oh?” Lucas mused, wrapping his arms around you to pull the rope, “This is what you had in store?”

“Not really but-”He shushed you.

“I’m not a professional but I can tie you up and spank you real good, princess.” Lucas mused, head tilting to lock his lips with yours.

You kissed back in response- aware you could let your guard down around him- but not completely. Lucas had soft yet chapped lips that while kissing allowed a sting of blood to bleed into your mouth as he sucked and bit at your mouth and tongue.

His hands gripping your breasts and squeezing them until he moved to massage your nipples again, all while rubbing his boner on your ass. Lucas seemed to have a lot of experience with this back hug style. It made you wonder how he dominated and made you want to be taken control of.

Pulling away as your brain just processed his words, “Did you just fucking call me princess?”

“Did I? Shit my bad,” Lucas laughed out, catching your hands as you felt the coarse synthetic plastic drag against your wrist, “Boss- it’s weird.”

“Well no shit- I’ve been against you, like completely for how many years now?” You roll your shoulders, leaning against the wall as he tied the quick grip hitch? Most likely since your arms were free but if you shifted a lot it would tighten.

“Come on boss,” Lucas grinned, his hands now freely groping and playing with your body. Was it pleasurable? You couldn’t say exactly but it did feel nice. Someone else’s hands now- not your own.

Biting your lower lip to muffle your moans as Lucas lets his hand slip down your stomach to grip your sex. His index dipping into you to seek out your clit, making a laugh break from your lips, it slowly turned into a deep pant, as he began an restless attack on your peaking bud.

“Hey Boss- you think Shiki would blow his top if he saw his best sniper like this?” Lucas grunted, rubbing his hips against your palms to quell himself.

“Haaa, Lu-cass,” You laugh, your mind and body were in two totally different places as you felt sparks shooting through your body to make you gasp and twitch, “He’d try to fff-uck- fire mee.”

Lucas mused a low sound and kissed the side of your face, making you startled as you felt his length spring between your legs, making you look down startled at the all too familiar redden tip, dripping pre and shining as your slick dripped onto it.

“I-Y/N,” Lucas laboured. His fingers were slowing and trembling as your edge had begun its slow rise.

“Yeah- Just keep going-” You nodded furiously, attempting to spread your legs a little for him.

“Just-” Lucas grunted, pulling your left leg back making your lift up onto your toes to balance. You were a bit to haze minded as you turned to hold his shoulders while his hand gripped your waist the other tightly gripping your cunt as he kept rubbing your clit roughly and fast. Your eyes were rolling back then flew open as he tried to align himself to your cunt hole.

You wanted to clench your thighs and realised the only time you acted slightly coy was with Haizea- you should let that part of your civilian self go. Reaching your free hand down you grabbed his shaft and notched his head into your pussy. Breathing hesitantly as the painful first push made your want to gag.

“L-Lucas- wait-I don't thinnn-” You stuttered then came a quick scream as he pushed in all at once.

“Gods- Fuck,” Lucas heaved, his lips moving to kiss your shoulder and suck hickies onto your skin.

You screamed as you felt your cum pushing at your pelvis. The pressure on your waistline makes you squeal and try to jump as Lucas grumbles, turning you to the wall just in front the door and start thrusting.

“Fuck- Lu- wait-this… stop!” You cry, your cunt feeling way too stretched and pulsing oddly as your body feels to be in a state between pain and pleasure.

A thick bloody stench drifted up your nose and mixed with a fresh smell making you realise that your arousal wasn’t going to stop. Then it happened. Your cries morphed into painful screams as Lucas thrusts harder muttering under his breath, “ Just- A - Bit- More”

You came slowly and unfolded, thighs shaking and making you sob as you could still feel Lucas’ stronger hips ruining you as he paced himself and slowed to a controlled nicer pace.

And there was a knock at the door, startling Lucas to drop your leg. It made you bend forward to lean against the wall giving him a clear back shot as he braced his leg against the side table and pushed harder with the controlled pace. Making you moan louder as he went far and stroked some spots you forgot could be felt.

“Almost-” Lucas gritted, hitting harder and you heard his balls slapping the back of your thighs. He needed a bit more?

You placed your hands on the wall and pushed back hard. The loud clap startled you both as Lucas grinned and guided your hips into a fast rhythm. Hearing his breathing get sharper and deeper as he got close to cumming.

When he did it was a few seconds after, Lucas didn’t stop, his hips moved slowly- very slowly as he came in you. Startled as you stood up a bit and lifted your leg to twist over to face him, draping the leg over his waist and reaching your arms around him, “That was making love?”

“Fuck, y/n I couldn’t hold back,” Lucas grinned sweetly biting his lower lip, holding your hips as he massaged your ass and lower back, “You have a tight clean pissy and I love good pussy.”

“Fick off-” You grin back, hands pulling at the hair on his nape, “But I think-”

*Knock Knock Knock

The sound was louder as you looked to your black door, looking over curiously as your hands were still bound. You looked at Lucas who tsked rolling his eyes as he leaned to hoist you up. Legs around his waist, cock still stuck in you as he glanced around and stepped in line with the door marks where it scuffed the mat.

Opening the door slightly as he poked his head around to look at the person.

“Umm, yeah?” Lucas cleared his throat. Looking at the nervous pretty boy in front y/n’s door. She was shuffling and moving about making him wince as she kept shifting on his now sensitive dick.

“Yeah- Is Unit 106, is she okay? I heard her screaming,” The man said, glancing at Lucas’s appearance then around the door frame.

“Yeah- Just banged her foot and stumbled, she's good Mr…?” Lucas struggled as Y/N began moving. His fucking sexy, flexible boss that could kill him in more than 30 ways with a popsicle stick.  Now Y/N was comfortable and used his body as a leverage to swing back and forth to ride his dick.

“Oh… so she's back back then?” His eyes locked onto something behind the grunting Lucas, “Ah- yeah, Yangyang unit 116… downstairs.”

Yangyang reached forward to give Lucas a handshake. Frowning as Lucas denied it with a sudden yelp.

His eyes suddenly caught the image of a medium length haired woman maybe with her head tilted back, tits bouncing as she kept a tight grip around this Lucas guys neck. YangYang realised they must have not noticed the mirror against the wall. Yet he couldn’t look away. Was that Unit 106’s real hair colour?

Did she say she was moving out because she got a new boyfriend and didn’t want him meddling? Yangyang was offended but shocked at the chiselled jawed cutie pie in front of him. Noticing the flex of his back muscles as he tensed up to hold the woman.

“Yeah- we’re leaving in a few days though,” Lucas gritted, Y/n was amused that he still kept talking to her neighbour despite clearly wanting to stop, “Why what’s up otherwise?”

“Nah- no nothing,” Yangyang shook his head dismissively, feeling himself getting hot as he could now faintly hear Unit 106’s faint pants and the sound of the pair’s moist skin connecting. Yangyang shook his head frowning as he moved to walk away, “It's nothing- I just wanted to make sure she was okay.”

“Yeah-” Lucas let out a deep breathy moan that could pass for a sigh, “I’ll let her know you checked in uhhh- Unit 116 right?”

“Yeah,” YangYang called back, biting his lip and thinking about boring things- homework, textbooks, toilet paper? Fuck- he could feel his semi rubbing against his basketball shorts and couldn’t believe that was all it took.

Some sweaty bodies and restrained moans. Unit 106 didn’t even trust him enough to tell him anything other than her apartment number for crying out loud! She didn’t even properly introduce herself before- he was played. Why could he accept it?

Back in YangYang’s room he could hear the faint thumps and cries of the new couple above him and it didn’t help anything. He usually needed absolute quiet to do his homework and all the silence did was give him a clear audio of Unit 106’s activities.

He read the definition of the design course again; ‘Mechanical design is to design parts, components, products, or systems of mechanical nature. For example, designs of various machine elements such as shafts, bearings, clutches, gears, and fasteners that fall into the scope of mechanical design.’

Then though how do I apply this faster baby- fuck. His mind kept focusing on their moans and screams and dirty talk. Leaning back YangYang scratched his stomach under his wide-armed vest and leaned back. He had three major issues; he had a test later that evening and he wasn’t ready, he had a gig later in the night and a class in the morning so he had to be in and out very very quickly, and most recently he had a painful boner that didn’t want to relax.

His cock had its own care and mind apparently. This posed the question as his lower head did all the thinking right now- should I jack it off or take a cold shower? When was the last time I fucked? And How much is my water bill at right now? Can I do it here? Nah- relax it’ll go they can’t possibly go more than one or two rounds without stopping…

Boy was he wrong.

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Lucas was currently kissing and sucking at your nipples just to solicit your moans, with the claim he never heard them properly. His teeth nipped the hardened buds and tugged at them as he sucked and sucked, making you cry out, “If you have a milking kink I’m not pregnant- I can’t lactate!”

Lucas pulled away with a strangled laugh resting his head on your shoulder for a moment, “Not sure- but yours are all firm and perky y/n- I can't  help it.”

You wanted to whack him across the head as he smiled at you, then made his slow trail back down, this time using his hands to fasten you against his body. Fuck you couldn’t take a lot of this slow body worship type shit that Lucas was so adamant on doing.

It irked you as you reached your hand back and felt out you clit through the sticky mess of cum and slick running down your legs. Lifting one of your knees backward to brace the bottom of your foot against the wall as you began stroking yourself. Roughly matching Lucas’ pace as he moved his hand to hold yours.

Interlocking your free hands as he looks up at you making your core clench in amusement. The light tingles in your clit said it all as it ran around your pelvic area lightening up your spine and legs with cramp like chills.

“MMh- mmmmh-,” Lucas grunted out, pulling back, “ Kneel down.”

“Huh?” You half moan leaning your head back as you rut your hand, “Why?”

“Suck mee off and fuck your hand,” He let out, now standing with his feet shoulder width apart. You cocked your head to the side. Gesturing at the height difference.

“Couch?” You ask.

“Lead the way,” Lucas winked, walking off before you did, giving you a moment to stretch and cup your hand between your legs. Dropping onto the couch and lifting your legs at your sides, going back to stroking your clit as you relax as if you were home alone. Moaning and grunting letting your hips fuck fast and tremble as your sensitive clit caused changes all over yourself.

Lucas was propped in the kitchen with a glass of water, listening to you moan and decided to let you be. His erection touching under his belly button at its full height making it difficult to walk with his balls full and cock stiff. While drinking his water he thumbed the head of his slit, to drag his precum over his messy shaft as he noted the milky red goop, tangled in his cock hair and along his veins.

What the shit was that? It looked like y/n’s virginity… if he was being truthful. The sickening colour wasn’t a nice shade of red and smelt like old blood fuck did he fuck her period down? Couldn’t be, right? From what he could tell it wasn’t menstrual blood and opted to wet a napkin and wipe it away before going back to stroke his cock, wrapping his hand around the shaft and tugging his foreskin up and down to reveal his red tip, slick and shiny with the mix of fluids.

Sex had a smell to it that Lucas couldn’t place as good or bad- but it stunk in a public nursing home kind of way- where it was instantly steralised but also one of the messiest places to exist. It burnt his nostrils with an odd odour of copper…

The bit of friction thanks to his hand quelled a good amount of his arousal as he got himself close and then stopped- edging his excitement away and causing him to gain a chill behind his neck. Shaking it off, Lucas let go and relaxed, sitting his bare ass on your kitchen counter, leaning his head back wondering how does he always end up at your side? He had a real thing going on outside too.

A pretty fiancee, a big house and a good family for the most part. He came from a strict military family that knew he would become a general sooner or later. They’d make sure of it. This contributed to most of the respect he’d gotten from all of his superiors while on duty… his mother made sure they knew who he was. So did most of the older garrison soldiers. Yet y/n didn’t care, she yelled at her old partners, she was locked off but open?

The Chief Warrant Officer 3 was stoic and cold at work and during missions and somehow Lucas made it his job to confirm she came back from missions. Even Captain Quian of the 2nd platoon agreed, he was assigned as her partner during their main training and they both made it clear they disliked each other.

Why?

The reason was never made out. Lucas just always assumed it was something horney. It was usually the case with military men, absolute horn dogs on duty when they saw a pretty thing with legs- didn’t even need to be a woman.

“hai-haaaammmm,” CWO3 moaned and startled Lucas, “ Oh- Gods- Heizia!”

Fuck… Lucas shook his head, emptying his cup and moving to walk back to the living room. Bored at its bleak off white walls that looked a bit like ivory, her black scaled furniture and assortment of the coolest living room table he’d ever seen.

It was about 180cm long or more with about a 60 cm height and made of a dark brown stained wood. A glass top that had a life sized replica of Michael Mayers resting inside. Bloodied mask, machete and blue overalls- it freaked him out the first time he’d seen it.

To this day it gave him chills, if not for the leather like restraints holding the coffee table coffin shut. He’d come over about four or five times before noticing it and each time he’d kicked his legs up on the coffee table and relaxed to watch t.v. like it was nothing.

He’d never realised there was a small table cloth on it until one night- while watching Art the Clown saw a woman in half- the electricity went and he jumped- flinging his beer at the screen and popcorn off his legs as he jumped into a protective stance.

You yelled and he moved to clean up, pulling the cloth and falling flat onto his ass in shock. Lucas had never felt more helpless or off guard than at that moment- scrambling back into a corner of the room, screaming in a gruff high pitched voice as he waited for the halloween killer to stab him…

Ugh- where was she?

Lucas moved from the half covered coffee table where he kept an eye on the killer through the corner of his eye, looking through the possible rooms, not noticing he was moving as though he was operating. Slipping into your bedroom noticing you kneeling at the foot of the bed biting the sheets and moaning with a few whimpering sounds in between.

Looking down the arch of your back, to your tensed spread thighs, watching how you meekly used a belt to bind your hands behind your back as you bounced on a rather large- okay very large dildo. Thank fucks Lucas was well endowed because he wouldn’t be able to handle the constant array of insults coming out of your mouth if he was anything less than  7 or 8 inches.

Women again- who the fuck had 8 to 12 inches in their pants? Men like that would totally destroy them. Where did they even fit 12 inches? How the hell?

That shit was fucked cause porn makes everyone seem like a fucking horse on average.

He faintly remembered talking to you about dub con and decided that he should act on it. Gripping your hair and pulling it down with one hand and using the other to pull the belt tighter around your wrists. Grinning slightly as he bent to speak into your ear, “ Boss- you’re behaving badly tonight.”

“Yeah? How bad?” You moaned.

Shit where was he supposed to take this from here? Lucas inhaled and laughed deeply, gripping her hair and pulling her head to look at him, “ Would you like to repeat that?”

Y/N bit her lower lip, nodded faster, “Yeah?” Groaning as he noticed her hips planted and rocking, “How bad~”

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YangYang was numb, his hand was cramping and he had an essay to finish for tonight and instead he was laying back on his elbows, leg braced against the side of his bedframe with his quelled cock in his hand. His basketball shorts pulled just under his pelvis and t-shirt’s hem hidden between his teeth. The inside of it stained with warm streaks of cum in its goopy white form dripping down to his stomach to run between his ab lines.

Fuck Yangyang could remember Unit 106 licking it off of him, gently running her tongue to trace each line before kissing a line up his chest to kiss him. He wanted that now- so badly he stroked his ab lines as carefully as possible in hopes of recreating the sensation. Coating his fingers in his cum and slowly lifted them to his lips.

Gods- he’d love to be in unit 106 right now braced against the kitchen counter with Unit 106 bouncing lightly on him, gripping his hair and moaning.

He knew she wore a lace front and that her hair was naturally black because the carpets did not match the drapes… nor did her eyebrow and eyelashes to her hair. He would have loved to pull her hair while they fucked but she was so protective over it after he asked her why she looked familiar. Unit 106 didn’t let him see her properly but let the guy in her place see her without a wig?

Without any walls or lies?

How un- no that was mean. Just plain mean.

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Lucas had you laying in bed crying tears of pleasure as pain gradually overtook your body with overstimulation. He head was buried between your legs and still hadn’t put his cock back into your cunt since at the door. It was beginning to irritate you. As your second orgasm built and it built slowly making you feel like you had to pee. Light sparks lit up your lower stomach and your pussy tingled with sloppy delight, eager for its friend to come thrust into its walls.

“Haaa- haa- aahhh~” Your hands grip the back of Lucas’ head and he sucks the fuck out of your clit non-stop. Until you tensed and froze screaming into silence as your legs ached, “I-i please Lu. I can’t.”

You heard a loud slurp and slight pull at your pussy hole as Lucas pulled back, wiping his jaw with the back of his hand, “Y/N, you taste salty now- did you pee?”

Fuck a loud blush took your face as you leaned onto your elbows, “No- I don’t think so- No Lucas- you mentioned it but I can’t I fucking can’t,”

“Huh?” Lucas looked at you oddly then bowed back into your pussy, finger probing as you threw your head back and moaned freely, “You hiding any toys?”

“No Lu- I fucking told you already,” You let out an open mouth sigh, breathing heavily.

His lips found your clit again and his sucking made a burse release inside of you and you couldn’t control it- you had a late reaction, reeling back and kicking Lucas’ shoulder to move him away, stuffing your hands between your legs in shock.

“The fuck did you do to my cunt?!” You shout, waddling to the bathroom.

“Its salty- and smells like piss- ya fucking slut did you just piss in my mouth?!” Lucas shouted.

“I don’t fucking know! All I fucking had was fucking coffee today!” You shout back, from sitting on the toilet, Your cunt walls cramping as you asshole as well making you twist and jolt on the toilet trying to avoid anything seizing.

“You didn’t eat today?” Lucas poked his head into the area after you’d settled, a moist towel in his hands as he moved to the sink to rinse it out, “Like nothing other than the half cup of caramel macchiato I was having earlier?”

“No, I don’t think so?” You scratch your head, watching as he rinses out the towel, hand wrung it and hangs it on the shower door to drip dry.

Eventually kneeling at your feet again as he pushed your legs apart again, “Then i’ll buy you dinner. A proper dinner right after this okay?”

He placed his hands behind your knees and moved to lift them when you stood up and flicked your foot onto his shoulder, knocking him onto his back, “Lucas, you’re being a very fucking bad boy.”

“Am I Chief?” Lucas smirked up as you settled on his stomach. Wet cunt rubbing on his abs and making you tremble as you rode his stomach a bit for the feeling, hand in his as you spoke.

“Really- why’ve you never let me ride your fucking abs before?” You moan out, “They feel fucking good, like really fucking good.”

“Didn’t think you’d be into it,” Lucas shrugged, cock tingling as your ass rubbed up on it.

“I’m not,” y/n shakes her head and raises to her knees, moving back to feel his dick rub against her wet, “I’m into this.”

Lucas used his hand to hold your waist, over turning you to lay on the cold tile floor, as he spread your legs and pulled you to sit, copying your pose as he pushed his tip down in a painful looking way before notching it between your folds, “Can I put it in?”

“I don’t know Lucas- Can you? Does it fucking work? It is wrapped? Am I fucking spread legged with your penis rubbing in my fucking vagina waiting to be fucking inserted?”

“Please Chief?” Lucas pouted.

“Fuck me Lucas,” You sigh with an eye roll, “ Stick your fucking cock in my cunt and fuck me til then we get a fucking noise complaint.”

He grinned, tensing his legs and pulling you to him. In which his cock lodged right up into your stomach bile rose in your throat. Thrusting at a steady pace from the start… maybe a 2/4 beat?

It had you shaken as you needed to puke- you hadn’t fucked a man in properly in almost five years… outside of Lucas taking your ass in the showers there was nothing else… and even then he had to rub your clit more and more because dick did nothing for you, nothing at all.

But today you wanted it. A re-debut to it and a good long hard one at that. Lucas was the right man with his 7.5 incher  that was fat and girthy with his big brown balls filled with cum and was dying to fill you up… again. You could just break your back to lean back and suck them right now. Lick the salty balls and suck at his wrinkled stretchy sacks.

You wanted to run your tongue over them and trail your kisses and sucking to his dick. But it didn’t matter now since your arousal and cum was mostly running down his dick and balls and it didn’t taste nice… not at all.

“Gods y/n,” Lucas moaned, his right arms braced to hold his weight as he let his jaw hang loose as you focused on his odd breathing pattern.

“I know Lucas,” You let out gasping as his cock rubbed against your spot making your eyes water. The nice feeling of slimy rubbing slowly disappeared as Lucas kept thrusting as the watery pulsy feeling continued, not as good but bearable.

“Boss-” Lucas halted, his finger moving down to stroke your clit, “I can’t it’ll chaf…”

You rolled your eyes as the high you were feeling fell, as you wiped your forehead and looked at him, “Let’s stop.”

“Huh? But-” Lucas tried as you pushed his shoulders away and stood up, looking at the baffled man who sat back looking up to you.

“No, I told you before if you can’t satisfy me I’m leaving,” You shook your head, turned your back to him and felt his hand around your ankle, making you twist and kick him in the chest hard, “ I said no.”

“Fine,” Lucas sucked air between his teeth, with an eye roll. Opting to go get his phone and text his family he’d be home in the morning instead… not that they couldn’t check his discharge time or his location on his phone.

"Y/N at least tell me where the fuck you wanna go eat!" Lucas shouted across, confused as he sat up, rubbing his neck as he sighed in frustration before looking down at his erection. How the hell was he supposed to quell that?

His fingers were hurting from y/n and her shitty ‘numb to men’ body that had to be oh so roughly stimulated for too long of a time. He struggled to stand and waddled to take a cold shower and relax because it seemed like the most logical option.

When he was done he threw on one of your shirts and one of his old boxers that he usually left a pack under the pads in the bottom left of the towel cabinet. Shaking his head, as he strolled across and into the kitchen to look at CWO3 L/N squinting at her phone and a take out menu.

"So you don't want to go out to eaT?” Lucas asked jumping to sit on the counter, crossing his arms and looking down at you.

“No I don’t fucking want to go out to eat-you came in my cunt and it’s going to leak down all day so i want to fucking sit in my house and be able to freely fucking go to the bathroom and strip.” You remark, turning to face your friend.

“Don’t make me seem like a fucking ass y/n,” Lucas rolled his eyes.

“The  fucking usually comes after the feeding.” You state plainly, “Which you offered so you will be paying for.”

Shaking your head as you hand him your phone to look over the Arabic menu. It was a strange choice but it was either that or italian.

“You wanna do Italian instead?” Lucas looked up after a few minutes of scanning the menu, “This Arabian thing will make me shit all night…”

Nodding as you take your phone and type in the Italian restaurant down the street that you usually ordered from when you were back. Hoping they didn’t close down or disappear.

“Good,” Lucas nodded, simply calling instead of waiting and reading the menu.

“Put it on speaker at least.” You grumble leaning against the counter and waiting as the dial tone soon becomes a cheery voice greeting you.

“Good day  Ms. Y/N! It’s been a while since you’ve called, are you back home safely?” The boy asked, you couldn’t remember his name but he was a part timer there… he was the bosses son.

“Yeah, I’m good, kid,” You mutter, seeing Lucas look amused,

“So the usual for you?” He asked, reciting your order, “And since it’s been a while I assume you want one of Dad’s wines as well?”

“Yeah please,” You nod, “And one more thing, what do you want?”

“Can I get a–” Lucas recited his order and the kid was surprised.

“Sure thing Sir! That's not a problem!” He said in a shocked tone… huh? Was it that weird you had a man in the house, “It’ll take about 20 minutes, delivery to Complex 2 unit 106?”

“Yeah, nothing changed, just put in the passcode and come up.” You reply as the line is cut off.

“That's your little boy toy?” Lucas asked.

“Is that my shirt?” You frown, noticing the name embroidered into the hem.

“Yeah, thought it would be a tighter fit.” Lucas shrugged, flexing a bit in the baggy t-shirt, “Can I ask why you always wear baggy clothes outside though?”

“It’s nothing extreme… I just don’t like my body.” You reply, “Don’t got no fucking sexy curves or huge fucking tits, or wide hips and smooth skin, so I like comfort.”

“Yet you still get fucked when you want?” Lucas laughed, “Come on y/n don’t be ridiculous.”

“Yeah you can say that cause ya got a fucking six pack and a tiny waist, a big fucking dick and good thighs too!” You complain, moving to walk away into the living room where you dropped onto the couch feeling the cum drip down onto you panty, “Don’t ever get me  fucking started on your fucking face.”

“Oh really?” Lucas smirked, you hear him drop to the floor and his feet slapping the ground as he came to sit next to you, “Tell me more then, y/n.”

“You fucking wish.” You scoff pressing play on the horror you were watching earlier.

“What’s this about?”

“Some shitty school trip gone wrong in a cabin or something.”

Lucas kept quiet for a while listening until he heard the soft hum of a guitar from downstairs.

A strong rift built and built then dropped to a rather anticlimactic soft tone. Lucas found something familiar with the sound but said nothing until it clicked it was some rock band his younger brother liked a lot, Trinity Temptress.

“You live above one of the members or that’s just some kid fucking around with the bass?” Lucas asked all of the sudden.

“I don’t know, I’ve never spoken to them,” You reply, the smallest blush behind your neck remembering the men moaning a few nights ago while they watched porn together.

“Them?”

“Yeah I think their names are… XiaoJun, Princess, Ten, Dre and Guaggie?” You attempt to recall.

“I don’t know the names,” Lucas shrugged letting it be as he rubbed your thighs that were placed over his. Running his fingers to your ankles then up along your calves.

“It’s a good melody though,” You say after a bit, Lucas’ fingers sending chills into your lower back.

“Not my style though,” Lucas shrugged. He liked more r&b type songs with sexually vulgar lyrics. Those were hotter and felt more pleasing to his brain.

“Stop stroking my thigh,” You complain, “I need to go fucking clean up again.”

“Need help?” Lucas asked, watching how you struggled to sit up. While holding your back.

“You think?”

Lucas laughed, lifting you up and taking you to your bathroom, letting you sit in the sink like a toddler- an absolute idiot. The faucet was pressing into your back and hurting you as you shifted and moved around until he opened the cover on the tub and poked around to plug it and set the water to something warm.

He then took notice of your discomfort and lifted you up like a ragdoll while cursing you about looking cute in front of him, “Don’t use ya  fucking doe eyes on me, y/n I’ll fuck ya back bent and keep going until ya can’t fucking walk proper anymore.”

“You did already,” You rolled your eyes as he pulls at your shirt and rolled your underwear down your legs, pulling at the fabric to show you the odd bloody staining inside.

“This s’pposed to happen?” Lucas showed you the inside of the underwear with a reddish white looking goopy thing and a few red blood clots on the fabric, “Cause earlier I though I fucked your period down but you’re not bleeding so…”

“Huh…” You look at the fabric curiously, “It looks like you fucked away the remainder of my virginity, and maybe stretched me a bit more.”

“The fuck you mean virginity?” Lucas almost gasped as he sat on the ledge of the tub soaking his feet at your side, "Ain't you like 35-40 already?”

“I'm a year younger than you,” You scowled at the man, “I’m 32.”

“What 32 year old still has their virginity? That silicone didn’t take it?” Lucas laughed in shock.

“You- I joined the military right out of high school right?” You remark, “I broke up with my girlfriend cause she was going to college and then I was just in… vacation days spent with my family and then I moved out and they stopped contacting so I’m just in or here.”

“y/n… you’re not serious right?” Lucas was baffled… y/n had basically nobody after Heazia left- no wonder she cried so much, and he had his mother, father, brothers, fiancee, in laws and friends… and he didn’t even really care about them.

She shrugged, running her hand down to was out her cunt and pump her fingers inside her as though it would clean her out. Lucas was startled until it clicked…

“Did I take your pussy virginity back on 119 duty?” He asked, “You were like 18 at the time right?”

“About and no, I think my first time was with a teacher,” y/n said coolly and Lucas was shocked.

“Hold on- tell me more.”

“Anthropology teacher, total hottie I think he was about twice my age? I needed to pass the class and i was experimenting with guys around the time so I didn’t care much,”

“I’m sorry- is this why you always- wow wait, you were basically raped by some old teacher in high school?” Lucas’ eyes were wide and just shocked.

“More or less but it was my fault really,” Y/N said, leaning back, “I was mature for my age and I wore short skirts and stuff and basically made him know that I was growing up.”

“Umm no, woman- you were a child,” Lucas was in just pure shock. He didn’t think he’d have to explain basic decency to y/n about men, “What was his name- I’ll go cut his dick off and stuff it down his throat.”

“Nakano?- or something? I think he has a son now?” you remark despite vividly remembering the name and event… you hated that you left him…

Yuuta was the only person there for you- he probably still was but you knew better after the incident with Hyun… if you both kept quiet nobody would know.

If you disappeared from his life, nobody else would get hurt… Most importantly, Lucas didn’t need to know the full story because he liked honesty and if you were honest to him about those late teen years he’d hate you very much.

“Oh my gods- y/n I'm so sorry you had to live with that,” Lucas gasped, pulling you into a hug as he rubbed your head. Placing a heavy kiss on top before pulling back, “I’ll- I can’t even think about how to make it up to you– I was so rough- I didn’t know oh gods y/n i’m fucking sorry.”

“It’s not a big deal,” you shake your head, “I got it up my ass a few times before? But my anthrop teacher was the only one who took my cunt before you,”

“That’s horrible,” Lucas shook his head, “What else did I do to you?”

“I like girls but I keep fucking you for some reason?” You throw out.

“Bullshit- everyone wants to sit on my dick y/n thats natural.” Lucas laughed when the bell rung drawing his attention off of you, “I’ll go get that- think ya can fucking clean up ya cunt and get dressed?”

“Nah-” You shook your head for spite.

“Then wait- cause I’m gonna fucking cuddle the absolute shit out of you tonight.”

Lucas was too sweet, it almost made you feel guilty about lying to him. Well you didn’t lie to him directly but you rather hid the darker facts. Smiling at the food and relaxing on your couch as Lucas hustled about and made a fuss about how you were fucked over in the head because of that.