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The lights in your bedroom were dimmed, and the bed was covered in the maroon colored sheets that you had bought especially for this night. You came prepared, and was curious about how Snafu would react.

You heard the front door close, and your eyes widened. You quickly jogged towards the music player in the corner of the room, putting on your favorite song for this occasion. You then placed yourself in the middle of the king-sized bed, running your hand through your hair one last time.

You heard Snafu call your name, but you decided not to respond and make him search for you. His footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs, and towards the bedroom. You felt your heart pound in your chest, as the doorknob turned. 

‘This is your night, Y/n. Don’t let him turn the tabes.’

Snafu opened the door. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw you sitting on the bed, all made up and wearing your new underwear.

“What is this?” 

You gave him a teasing smirk. You lowered your voice a little as you spoke, trying desperately to seduce him. 

“What does it look like, baby?” 

He smiled at you, eyes still wide. He quickly roamed his eyes around the room, but quickly placed them back on your presence. He let the bag hanging from his shoulder fall to the ground, and he slowly walked towards the bed. You bit your lower lip seductively, as he crawled towards you on the bed. 

A smirk was on his face, as you motioned him to come closer, but once he reached your legs, you teasingly pushed him back with your toes. He raised an eyebrow at you, as you pushed him back down.

“What are you doing?” 

You gave him a smile, sitting up slightly and looking down at him.

“Tonight I’m in control.” 

He chuckled, and you raised an eyebrow at him. He chuckle turned into laughter, and eventually he couldn’t hold his fit of giggles.

“You? In control? Baby, just let me-“ 

You grabbed him at the back of his hair, and forced him to look up at you. He slightly gasped at the sudden pain, and looked up at you in defeat. You tutted, and trailed his jawline with your finger.

“I said I’m in control, Snafu.” 

He nodded slowly. He groaned as you pulled at his hair, before harshly letting him go. You pushed his head down, making him look up at you in confusion.

“Get on your knees, baby.” 

He finally gave in, and placed his knees on the ground in front of the bed. He pulled you closer by your legs, and you gave him a warning look as he did so. He just smirked up at you, while he trailed his finger over the hem of your panties. He paused on the little pink bow. He looked up at you with a smirk, before hooking his finger around your panties, and eventually pulling them down your legs. 

You returned the smirk, and tangled your fingers in his short curly locks. You pushed his head towards your heat, and moaned when he finally flattened his tongue against it. 

His eyes were looking up at you, inspecting your facial features as he pleasured you. He tease your entrance with his tongue, but you pushed him even closer, forcing his tongue into your cunt. 

You moaned his name loudly, making him groan in response. He thrusted his tongue into you rapidly. Meanwhile his hands were placed on your hips, keeping them secure on the soft mattress.

“F-Fuck, Snafu…” You could feel him smirk, and when he suddenly pulled away you looked down at him with angry eyes. He smirked up at you. He didn’t quit get your point of being in control. You crawled away from him. He seemed slightly shocked as you got out of bed, and walked towards the bathroom. Your legs felt like jelly, but you could cope. His eyes followed your appearance, and eventually he apologized.

“Y/n, I’m sorry… please come back.” 

You smirked to yourself. He was begging, just like you expected. You glanced towards him over your shoulder, and made eye contact.

“But if you’re not going to listen to me...” 

He sighed, and rubbed the back of his head in frustration. You could see the outline of his erection through his pants, clearly desperate for release.

“Y/n please!” 

You loved the way he begged for your attention. You had never seen him like this before, and you were pleased by his reaction.

“Get on the bed.” You demanded. He nodded with a small smile on his face, and quickly undressed himself. He placed himself on the bed. He was only wearing his boxers and you enjoyed the sight of the fabric restraining his erection. 

You walked back to the bed, swaying your hips to tease him. He looked at you with lust filled eyes. You crawled back on the bed, and straddled Snafu. He immediately placed his hands on your hips. You started to grind on his lap, creating friction between the both of you. He moaned and pushed your down even more, till the point you could feel his member against your crotch. 

You stopped moving, and sat up a little. You slowly pulled his underwear down his legs. Snafu hissed at the cold air against his erection. You grabbed his member and pumped it a few times, making Snafu moan loudly and throw his head back against the pillows.

“You like that, baby?” You lined yourself up, and slowly sank down onto his member. You both groaned in pleasure, as you started grinding your hips. Snafu placed his hands on your hips, guiding your movements. Your hands were on his chest, keeping yourself from colliding on his chest in pleasure. You threw your head back as he thrusted his hips upwards, meeting yours.

“S-Snafu…” His nickname rolled of your tongue smoothly as you both moved in sync. You loved the way he looked up at you. You finally felt like the dominant one as you were the one on top. You controlled the pace, and you controlled when he could come. His fingers dug into your sides, and you knew he was about to come any second now. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, and threw his head back, but before he could come you slowed down your pace. He looked up at you with frustration in his eyes, as you smirked down at him. You eventually stopped moving.

“W-What are you doing?” 

You were both panting. You looked down at your boyfriend, and admired the way he looked up at you. The lust was clearly visible in his mesmerizing eyes, and it turned into anger and frustration as you got off him.

“What the hell, Y/n?!” 

You shrugged. You let your pointer finger trace his jawline, then down his throat, and eventually down his chest. You brought you face close to his, teasing him by letting your lips ghost over his. When he tried to pull you closer, you tutted.

He’d never gotten off like this.

His hand wrapped around his member, slowly stroking it while soft moans fell from his chapped lips.

He was separated from his fellow marines, and was hidden behind a rock, unable to be seen from any direction. His belt was unbuckled, and underwear slid down.

Of course he had jerked off before, every marine had his own private spot somewhere seperate from their company. Everyone needed release in some type of way, and most used this. 

However, there never had been a particular person in mind while he did, or certain acts involving this person. He had never met somebody and felt such a strong attraction like this until today.

“F-Fuck…” Snafu moaned to himself. He let his thumb tease the tip off his erection, and tried to imagine it was you. Your pretty hands wrapped around his member, followed by your lips. You would look up at him through your eye lashes, as you bobbed your head up and down his member. Your tongue hit the underside of his cock, slowly tracing the veins till Snafu was leaking precum from his tip.

“Ah, Y/n, je te veux…” He moaned, the French words rolling of his tongue smoothly. He let his head fall back against the big rock, and closed his eyes as he imagined you pleasuring him. You would moan his name as you filled your mouth with Snafu’s member. His fingers would tangle themselves in the roots of your hair, guiding you. His hips bucked up slightly, and he imagined the sound of you slightly gagging, and whining. It felt like you were there, and he literally got lost in his own mind.

“You like that, Snafu?” Your playful voice asked Snafu. You looked up at him with big eyes, flattening your tongue against his erection, and teasingly trailing it from base to tip.

“N’arrête pas… You suck me so good, Y/n…”

He fastened his pace. His wrist quickly stroking up and down his member, squeezing a little every time he reached the tip. He opened his eyes, as he felt his breath hitch in his throat. He squeezed at the base of his member, and moaned when he felt himself twitch in his own hands. He closed his eyes again as he felt himself getting close.

He didn’t know how long he had been sitting here, but one thing was clear: he was sitting here because of you. The way you swayed your hips as you walked drove him crazy, and even when you just gave him an innocent smile, he could already harden at the sight of you. 

His mouth formed an ‘O’ shape at the pleasure, and he picked up the pace even more. His hand was rapidly tugging at his member, while his mind filled itself of images of you.

“Oh fuck, Y/n! Ça te plait? Huh?” He loudly moaned your name. After a few thrusts he came all over himself.

“Holy shit…” He muttered at the sticky white liquid covered his stomach and hands. He grimaced at the sight, and quickly tried to wipe it off. He was panting loudly, and he almost felt guilty from what he just did, but he really needed it at the moment. Relieve was what he needed. You is what he wanted.

---------------------------- Time skip ----------------------------

His eyes stared at his friend as he was talking. The red haired boy was excitingly telling a story about how he met his girlfriend, who was proudly sitting by his side. She often pecked his cheek and it drove Snafu insane. It wasn’t that he was jealous, but this girl was sickening. Eyeing every man that walked into the cabin, flirting with other with every chance she got. Sledge just deserved better.

Snafu exhaled the smoke he stole from his cigarette, unnoticeably blowing it in the girls face. She coughed and waved her hand in front of face.

“Do you mind?”

“No, I don’t mind.” He snapped back, taking another drag of his cig. Sledge glared at the guy, while Leyden was just nudging him and laughing. Snafu smirked at the girl, before exhaling another cloud of smoke in her face. She scoffed and turned to Sledge.

“I’m gonna go powder my nose, be back in a bit.” She quickly pecked his cheek, before walking off. She gave Snafu once last glance, and he took this chance to wave sarcastically at her.

“What’s your problem?” Sledge snapped, making Snafu chuckle. He shrugged, and avoided eye contact with his friends to look at all the pretty girls in the bar.

“I don’t have any problems. Just surprised you showed up with this.” 

Sledge furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, but kept narrowing his eyes at Snafu.

“What do you mean?”

“She’s been eye fucking every guy that walked past. Loyalty must be some kind of spell to the poor thing.“

“Sounds just like you.”

 Snafu froze at the familiar voice, and he noticed Leyden and Burgin smirk at him. Snafu sighed and turned towards the voice. He couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Y/n?”

“Hey, Snafu. Long time, no see.” 

"Long time indeed.” He hummed, nodding towards the spot opposite him, previously been occupied by Sledge’s girlfriend. You accepted his offer, smoothing down your skirt, and claiming your seat, ignoring the stares of his comrades as you cross your legs.

Your old friend offers you a cigarette and you gladly accept it, placing it inbetween your glossed lips and leaning forward to the lighter he holds out to you.

“I’m glad you’re back, I was starting to miss you.” Snafu smirked,and placed a hand on your exposed knee. You eye the gesture and smirk, blowing the smoke from your lungs.

“Even from just one night?” 

“No just any night.”

A chuckle slips past your seriousness but luckily Snafu can’t help but laugh as well. There is a story between the two of you that Snafu’s friends would like to know, however the both of you enjoy keeping it a mystery. 

You lean forward, placing a hand over the one on your knee, and sliding it a few inches further up your thigh. You asked him to lean forward, so you can whisper something in his ear.

“I really missed you, Snafu. I’ve been wondering when I’d see you again.” 

 You could feel him tense, teeth finding his lower lip before he leaned back and responded back in French.

“J’ai rêvé de toi cette nuit.” 

Lucky thing you could understand a little French, and you easily responded to him. “Hmmm? What were you dreaming about, soldier?” 

His fingers traced circles on your leg, leaving you curious and desperate for more. Quickly, he side eyes his friends who seemed to be at a loss of words for some reason, probably a little flustered at your presence.

“You wouldn’t want to know, baby doll.” 

You scoffed, and trailed your finger over the vein on his arm, taking a slow drag of your cig, his eyes focused sharply on yours. 

“I actually would like to know.”

’Devious little thing.’

“Really? Because things may get a bit dirty…” 

You smirked as he squeezed your thigh with his strong hand. You made eye contact and bit your lip, making him smirk at you with lust filled eyes.

They just scoffed, and turned away from you. You were used to them acting like this. They would screw every marine who they could get their hands on, and most of them were already known for the number of guys they’d slept with. They were great friends, really, always looking out for you and trying to find you a cute marine. However, the whole “looking for a man” thing, tired you. Every marine was the same. Looks and personality never of their own. Misogynistic and full of pride. 

You sighed in relieve when the train finally arrived, and you quickly got up from your seat. You threw the rest of your cigarette to the ground, stepping on it as you walked towards the entrance of the train. It opened its doors, and you stepped into one of the compartments, while your friends followed you. 

You sat down in one of the booths, making some space for your friends to join.

“There are a lot of cute marines, don’t ya think?” They whispered to which you just nodded, offering your friend a fake smile, before staring out the window. 

From the corner of your eye, you noticed another group of marines, entering the compartment. You accidentally made eye contact with one of them, and you though he was rather handsome. His striking blue eyes stared back at yours, and on his tan complexion appeared a smirk. He gave you a slight nod, and you returned it. He sat on one of the booths at the end of the path, facing you. You felt a smile creep up on your face, and you quickly looked down at the table.

Perhaps not every marine.

“Y/n, why don’t you get us some drinks?” Bella, who had caught the interaction asked. You nodded, and your friends moved, so you could easily slid out of the booth. You walked towards the most near bar, which so happened to be in another compartment. As you walked down the path, you had to pass the handsome guy’s booth, and when you passed it, you could hear someone else get up too.

 You could already guess who it could be, and you bit your lip to hide the smirk on your face. As you were just about to step into another compartment, you were grabbed by your wrist and spun around. You gasp as you were trapped against the wall, with hands on either side of your head. You looked up, and right into the beautiful blue eyes of the guy from before. He smirked down at you, before speaking with a thick Cajun accent.

“Well, here I am Ma’am. What were your other 2 wishes?” 

You scoffed at his words, fixing his collar before boldly looking right into his striking blue eyes. His pick-up line was bad, meaning you could only one up him.

“You're looking pretty cute, soldier. Wanna know what would look even better on you?”

 He hummed in response, not taking his eyes off you for a single second.

“Me.” 

He returned the chuckle. the vibrations in his voice causing shivers on your skin He took his time to inspect your appearance. his eyes travel from your face, down to your body, shamelessly seeing what he’s dealing with. His gaze had your insecurity act up, and you folded your arms over your chest as your eyes demanded attention.

“The name’s Muriel, but you can call me Snafu. Remember it, ‘cause you’ll be screaming it all night.” 

Your eyes widened at his sentence, and your mouth fell agape with a scoff at his bold statement. Snafu eyed your parted lips and quickly continued.

“Is that an invite?” 

You were slightly confused by his words, but before you knew it, he had placed his lips against yours. You melted into the kiss, and were slightly taken back by the sudden gesture. His hands were on your waist, adding some pressure, making you squeal. He chuckled into the kiss, and pulled away after a good minute of locking lips.

“I would have asked you to jump, but lets save that for tonight. What’s your name, princess?” 

This was the only time you had agreed on sleeping with a guy, but something about him told you this wasn’t going to be a one-night stand.

“Y/n.” 

“And where are you headed, Y/n?”

Eyes inspect his figure. Hand run up his chest, to tease the man before you. Leaning closer, your breath hits his ear as you speak.

“Home... I could use some company though. It gets awfully lonely...” You place your knees between his legs, and he jumps slightly at the touch. “My stop is Govern’s road...”

“What a coincidence, I just decided that’s my stop as well...”

He smirked, before taking a step back, to give you some space so you could pass him. You nodded and thanked him. You sway your hips not so subtly as you pass him, and he whistles as you make your way towards the bar. 

“Such luck... I’ll see you there then.” You blow him a kiss, before turning towards the bartender. Snafu watches you before biting his lip with a smile and returning to his friends. They smirk as he sits down, and he leans forward to whisper something to them.

Snafu scoffed, and ignored his comment. He quietly escaped the hole, and jogged towards the battlefield with his rifle in his hands, pointing in front of him. His feet sunk into the mud of the wet underground, and he had a hard time keeping his pace. 

Suddenly he saw something move from the corner of his eye. He turned to it, and pointed his rifle at the moving object. As he slowly neared it, he recognized the person crippling on the ground in pain, and quickly lowered his weapon. 

“Inured one on second base!” He screamed back at the group, before quickly making his way towards you. The guy, previously warning him, suddenly shot up, before tapping a fellow marine harshly on the back of his helm, telling him to get help.

Snafu crouched down beside you, and inspected your appearance for injuries. You groaned in pain, and nodded your head towards your shoulder. He noticed your hand, harshly pressing on the blood seeping wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

“You’re gonna be okay. What’s ya name?” Snafu asked you, as he replaced your hand with his, and waited for the others to come help him carry you. Quick footsteps could be heard near you, and within seconds there was already a group of people surrounding you, with bandages and salt.

“I-It’s Y/n, from Love-company. My group has been assassinated. “ 

Snafu nodded, and motioned the rest to grab your legs as he carried you by your shoulders. You screamed in pain, but quickly tried to keep quiet by loudly grunting.

“Don’t ya worry, Y/n. We got you.”

*A few months later*

“”What do we do now?” What an-“

“…Idiot?” You finished Snafu’s mocking sentence, and he nodded at you. You agreed with his statement. Sledge handed you a bottle, filled with some kind of brown liquid. You had no idea what it contained, but at the moment you just wanted to get drunk. 

After months of fighting and fighting, losing friends and strangers, the enemy had finally surrendered. 

With that thought you took a big gulp of the bottle, and hummed in satisfaction as you felt the liquid burn your throat. Perhaps the danswater couldn’t erase the memories of this past year, for at least tonight you would be free. 

Sledgehammer chuckled as you took another swig, grimacing at the vile taste of the liquid poison. Whistling, you offer Snafu the bottle, which he gladly takes. “Should we get back there and celebrate?” Sledge questions, nodding towards the singing and dancing soldiers, already drunk after bottles and bottles of rum and liquors.

“I don’t care. I just want to get drunk.” Snafu answered.

“Agreed.” You tell him, while climbing up the rock to sit beside the Cajun. Snafu continues to clench his thirst for escape, and downs almost half the bottle, before you steal it from his lips. 

“I need this.” You smirked and took the rest, which had him snort at your brassy attitude.  Sledge scoffed sarcastically and walked up tot the two of you. He grabbed the now empty bottle from your hand and held it up to meet his eye.

“I’ll go get us some more.” He announced, while leaving you and Snafu alone. For a moment it stayed silent, only the celebrating shouts of marines filling the air between you, but yet so silent with none of you speaking.

“Whatcha thinking about?” 

He hummed, and shrugged. You quickly glanced at his appearance. His perfectly clean face stood out from his dirty uniform, and it made you smile slightly. His cigarettes and lighter poked out from his pocket, untouched and still ready to use.

“There’s so many things I’m thinking ‘bout.” 

You only nodded, and nudged him with your shoulder.

“And yet so silent,” You stole a tiny flask peeking from him pocket, popped it open and began drinking once more, “Spill it, princess.”

Snafu chuckled, then sighed, as if he was going to regret answering to you.

“Have these last month meant anything to ya?” 

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, and shrugged. You didn’t understand what he was getting at.

“I’m feelin’ things I never expected to feel.” 

This made your eyes widen, and you almost spit out your drink. You turned to Snafu with a surprised  expression, but he kept staring in front of him.

“D-Do you mean… between us?” 

He sighed and nodded, slightly turning to you, but only to grab the flask from your hands.

“I’ve never been good at saying good byes, but this time it seems even harder,” You didn’t see him move, but suddenly a cigarette dangles from his lips, “It feels like my heart is ripping open my chest.”

You kept staring at him. He was acting so casual about it, and you didn’t understand why.

“I have feelings for ya, Y/n. But you’re going ya own way, and I’m going mine.”

 You felt your heart skip a beat, and you didn’t know how to respond. You opened your mouth, but no words came out. He turned to you, and you finally noticed the sadness in his eyes.

“I don’t know what to say.” You told him honestly to which he nodded.

“Don’t say a thing then.”

“But I wanna tell you I like you.” 

His eyes widened in surprise, his body turned to yours, so he was now properly facing you.

“But I-I don’t know how…” You mumbled. He just stared at you. His bright blue eyes piercing into yours, waiting for another respond to his statement. He shook his head, and stood up. The bottle slipped from his hands, fell to the ground, and shattered against the rocks. 

You flinched at the pieces of glass flying around, but you remain seated. You stared at Snafu in confusion, and he just stared back at you with confusion and regret painting his features.

“You don’t like me. Don’t pretend like you do.” 

You felt a slight hint of irritation, as he scoffed and walked away from you. You followed him down the rock, trying to convince him to come back.

“Don’t walk away, Shelton.”

”I’ve said enough.” 

You grabbed ahold of him, fingers tightening around his forearm, which finally turned him towards you.

“You’re a soldier, you don’t get to walk away,” You snap at him, which has annoyance wield up in his gaze, “Talk to me, as it’s only fair.”

He takes a drag from his cigarette, and blowed the grey clouds right in your face. It showed how he feels. The way he angrily flicked the ashes off his cig, and how the smoke slipped from between his clenched teeth.

“I told ya everything!” 

You became frustrated at his stubbornness, and you grabbed his arm tighter. You pulled him closer, and connected your lips to his. Mouths crashed together, teeth banging against one another’s and noses bumping. 

Snafu froze into the kiss, but suddenly took control, cupping your cheeks with his hands. You gasped at his sudden dominance, but melted into the kiss. 

You eventually pulled apart, and stared into his eyes. They showed lust, but also frustration and sadness.

“This will never work, Y/n.” 

You shook your head, grabbed his cigarette from his fingers and took a drag. 

Your eyebrow furrow at his imposing question, and while you don’t hesitate about your answer, the subject is brought into the light and the other people in the room seem intrigued by the topic as well.

“We’re rivals of course,” You answer professionally ”and I look up to his waterbending skills despite being a fire bender…”

“Is he the reason of your sudden improvement in your pro bending?”

“just recently I adjusted my training regimen to become stronger and quicker, I’m guessing those adjustments have paid of.”

Heat rises up to your cheeks, and a lady in the crowd raises her eyebrows when she notices, You desperately try to ignore her stare, but just for a second your eyes wander, curiosity taking the best of you, and she beams as your gazes meet. Immediately she rises from her seat, which makes your heart skip a beat. Unlike the previous man, she seems much more determined to get an answer out of you.

Her hand shoots into the air, and before you know it Mako is pointing in her direction.

“___ there are rumors about Tahno giving you private lessons? Tahno mentioned in a previous interview that he doesn’t do things for free.” She waits expectantly and you blink in confusion at her words. “Excuse me, I don’t know what you’re trying to-”

“Are you offering him sexual services for him to teach you? If yes, how many times have you shared the bed?”

“W-What? I’m not saying that-”

“You’re also not denying it.”

The room erupts as she continues, and at the point the whole interview seems like a daze, Mako, Bolin and Korra try to stop the sudden interrogation from escalating, but people are jumping out of their chairs like pro bending fanatics who have just seen an incredible knockout.

The chaos ensues, and soon enough the four of you are escorted out of the room, the press too invading to continue a proper interview.

Glancing back over your shoulder, you eye the woman who had questioned you, however her eyes are already averted towards the following team.

The White Falls Wolfbats enter the room. Their aura impressive and their looks sharp. Once again the room erupts into a fit of questions, all shouting over one another, trying to get some sort of answer ut of Tahno himself. You see Tahno raising his hand, to which the room simmers down. He takes a seat, sighs deeply before narrowing his already lidded gaze towards the crowd.

“If I hear one question about my relationship with that pathetic excuse of a fire bender, I am leaving this room.”

———————————————————————————————————–

“You didn’t have to call me pathetic though.”

Tahno hums at your words, too focused on the way your leg curls around his to actually hear what you’re saying. His chest still heaves, and with deep breaths he tries to control his panting. “I thought you were into that.” He jokes, but the comical part op his statement remains hidden for you. You change positions, to where you are straddling him and he has no way of ignoring your attempts to talk to him about what happened. Not just even about what happened, but also about what is going on between the two of you.

“I’m being serious, you didn’t have to say that.”

“You want me to apologize?”

“I want you to understand that it hurt me.”

He sighs, and unduly deep exhale that tells you he sort of understands. He as well, changes positions and now you’re seated opposite one another, your legs crossed while his remains stretched out on either side of you.

“I didn’t think you to be so sensitive, especially in a world like this.” He says, probably referring to the pro-bending scene you took part in. At least, that’s what you guessed him to be talking about. His assumption has you frown, and you’re confronted about the fact that the two of you don’t actually know each other at all. You accepted one another when training and other shenanigans, but when it came to an actual conversation, there’s seems to be a distance between you that goes on forever.

“I wouldn’t call myself sensitive, I think you’re just not seeing things from my perspective.

“And why would I want to?” He scoffs, and blows his messy fringe out of his face. His lackluster way of speech doesn’t amuse you, but mentioning that now was only going to escalate things. “Because you care about me?” You tell him with sarcasm, the tone strengthened by the way your arms cross over your chest.

“Who said anything about caring?”

This makes you laugh, genuinely.  It was a response that perfectly fit with Tahno. He was one to talk, always seeking your eyes and checking if you’re watching or hearing what he’s saying. Always looking for your approval while acting like he didn’t need it. He was one of the biggest hypocrites you’ve ever met. “You care, Tahno. Don’t bother lying about it. I see how you watch me, take my hand, seek my validation…” You tell him, raising your eyebrows and place a hand on his thigh. Two fingers walk up his leg, then his bare torso to eventually tap against his chest. “You even offered to eat me out first, that’s something I never expected from you-” Before you manage to finish your sentence, Tahno presses his palm against your mouth, shushing you with the tiniest hint of a blush on his cheeks. “I get it….” He starts, seemingly deep in thoughts, but you can never really tell with Tahno, a person who hides his emotions like a pro. “Maybe I do care.”

“Duh.” You answer, still muffled by his palm which he then removes. Even Tahno couldn’t deny his feelings towards you, and if he did you wouldn’t believe a second of it. He caught himself looking forward to seeing you, feeling eager to have your skin back against his. Even smiling to himself thinking about the way you snap cheeky remarks at him. Slowly but surely he was falling for you, and it was more delightful than he had expected it to be.

“I know you hate to admit it, but you like me just as much as I like you, and while you’d never tell me, I don’t need your confirmation to see the way you look at me…”

Ironically, while you ramble your reasoning, Tahno’s gaze is stuck on your features. His pupils dilate at the way your lips move, delicately forming words, sentences, slipping from your mouth like the spilling of fine wine he wishes to catch.

His thumb raises and presses against your lower lip, pausing your small speech. Your eyes find his, and a shiver shoots up your spine at the way his gaze seems to shimmer. He’s leaning forward and fitting his lips against yours, gently, as f he’s afraid of being too forward. Nonetheless you relax under the touch, softly exhale against his skin and eyelids fluttering shut at the gesture.

His touch sends sparks towards your stomach, and it gets you all giddy as his hands grab yours and force rosy cheeks upon your face. He pulls away, calmly, eyes inspecting your tranquil face as he leans back. Flickering over your dainty nose and flushing cheeks, leaving a brush of his lips against yours before resting back against the pillows completely. Eventually you open your eyes as well and catch him smiling up at you. Your blush increases and you cover your cheeks with your palms before chuckling to yourself. “I don’t know why I’m so…flustered.”

“You talk too much…” Tahno tells you as if that’s the answer to your statement. It really isn’t, but perhaps you shouldn’t think things through as excessively as you usually do. You feel his fingertips slip between yours, warm, smooth from bending, and at that moment you decide that soft careless Tahno is your favorite. “Of course I care, you know that, right?” He asks, and you nod down at him, mind still in a daze from his mellow touches. He mumbles something in your direction that gets lost within the air between you, but whatever it was you couldn’t imagine it being so important. Instead you hum, sudden fatigue making everything hazy, and you fit yourself between his legs, face resting upon his bare chest as you curl up against his warm body. Tahno rolls his eyes, but can’t help but wrap his arms around you as he feels your exposed skin against his.

Luckily you hadn’t heard what he was trying to say, exhaustion suddenly numbing your senses, and Tahno was grateful for this. However, if not tonight, he’d ask you again tomorrow, or the day after. As many times as he needed before you could answer him.

You knew he probably used all of his good features to get you to this point, and currently you were cursing yourself for actually agreeing to all this. You were changing into your pro-bending training uniform. It was 8:06 at the moment, and if you were correct you could already hear Tahno practicing on his own. His grunts loudly echoing through the empty rooms. 

You were thinking this through, wondering what was the best way to approach him. You didn’t want to confront him, as you had told him no the first time. You could already imagine the smirk appearing on his face once you walked into the training area. You sighed loudly and placed your helmet over your head, locking it with the clip. You prep talked yourself a bit before leaving the girls’ changing rooms. 

Your eyes scanned over the roam quickly, before setting them on Tahno’s appearance. Your eyes widened and you felt your breath hitch. In front of you was Tahno, grunting and moaning as he intensely worked out. He was only wearing some loose sweatpants, as he had taken off his shirt, which was messily thrown onto one of the benches. 

He hadn’t noticed your presence yet and his back was turned to you. You could see his abs and biceps tense as he moved, and you felt your heart beat speed up at the sight. He thrusted his arms forwards. Shot of water violently hit the several targets in front of him. Instead of stopping after a few shots, he continued the heavy work out until all the targets went flying to the ground. The 40 pieces of paper completely soaked, he stopped and took a moment to catch his breath.

 You thought this was the perfect moment to announce your arrival, but Tahno had taken the words out of your mouth.

“Enjoying the show?” 

You felt a blush crawl up your cheeks at his words, and when he finally turned to you, you tried really hard not to look at his sweaty complexion. You looked down at the ground for a second, chuckling awkwardly in response, before meeting his silver eyes. He raised an eyebrow at you and of course gave you his signature curve of his lips. 

“I just arrived…You hit every target?” You asked him, rather impressed. He chuckled and plopped down onto one of the benches, his right hand moving his fringe back, giving you a chance to look at his attractive features. He grabbed a water bottle from his bag, and began chugging, some of the water escaping from the corners of his mouth and dripping onto his chest. Your eyes followed the droplets, down his chest, abs, v-line…

“I did. You know I’m a pro at this… now stop staring and get ready to practice.” You quickly looked back down at the ground as he caught your stare. You could hear him chuckle as you struggled to give him a response. “Yeah, lets do this…” You mumbled, walking towards the training area and setting up several targets. You used some of the dummies and made yourself a good looking set up. You smiled at the court, but it quickly faded once Tahno had joined your side. “As a fire bender, you should practice your long distance shots. Fire is always powerful up close so you don’t need to improve your short distance attacks.” 

You glanced over your shoulder and noticed Tahno scanning his eyes over your practice court. He bit his lower lip as he thought off a better practice for you. You glanced at his lips and licked your own. After a minute he nodded and pulled you towards the distant dummy targets. 

“Good. Now attack.” At these words you started to attack the several dummies. The shots of fire hit them on several places, but mainly set fire to the arms and shoulders. After 10 targets you stopped and turned to Tahno with a proud smile. He scoffed and chuckled, using his water bending to clear the fire. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“You’re just attacking, you’re not thinking about your own defense.” He walked towards you, unwrapping his hands from behind his back. He grabbed your wrists and placed them in front of your face, making sure they stayed firm. He pointed at the targets.

“Make sure you’re defense is strong before you attack, and don’t stop until all your targets are eliminated.” 

You nodded and as he nodded, you started to attack for your second time. You felt the rush, the adrenaline running through your veins as the aggressive fire hit the targets. You had been firing for a good 30 seconds when you suddenly stopped. Body tired and your hands hot from firing so much, you were panting and placed your hands on your knees as you tried to catch your breath.

“Why’d you stop?” 

You turned back, still panting, meeting the eyes of a displeased Tahno with hands folded over his chest. His half lidded eyes looking at you with a bored expression.

“I-I…I’m tired.” You said in between breaths. Tahno huffed and rolled his eyes, then pointed at your targets.

“Your targets aren’t eliminated yet. You would have been knocked out by now. You don’t get ‘Tired’ once you’re firing.” He snapped at you, making you slightly flinch. “Again.” 

You nodded with a sigh and repeated what you just did. After your third time, he gave you some more harsh words to improve your style, before you were told to try again. Then again. Then again and again and again.

Eventually you had blisters on your hands, and you were out of breath. Your vision dizzy as you leaned against one of the benches. Tahno stood in front of you.

“You tired?”

 You nodded, slightly scared of his reaction. But instead of talking you down once again, he gave you a smirk. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, and looked up at him.

“Do you feel dizzy? Do you feel numb?” 

You nodded, feeling tears of exhaustion well into your eyes. But his expression just became more entertained.

“Good. This is how you should feel after every battle. Now go shower…” 

You nodded, too tired to say anything back. You carried your body, which felt 300 pounds heavier, towards the showers.

After you showered and changed, you felt a lot better and could even smile. You walked out and met Tahno back in the training area, where he was yet again practicing. You walked in, and this time Tahno immediately stopped practicing. He turned to you with a dark expression in his eyes, making tingles shoot through your whole body.

“Still tired?” 

You shook your head and your eyes widened as Tahno walked up to you and planted his lips onto yours. His lips hungrily moving against yours, you couldn’t help but whimper a little at his dominance. You swallowed as he kissed down your neck.

Bolin sighed and rubbed the back of his head, he himself being extremely nervous. He really wanted to make the finals and battle against the Wolfbats, but they had to get through this team first. He had practiced several hours, and just like you, tired his body out completely. However, he was still unsure if it was enough to beat the wolfbats, they were legends after all.

You grabbed your towel from your bag and motioned at the showers. “I’m gonna head to the showers… Shall we go out for dinner afterwards?”  

Bolin smiled and nodded, giving you a thumbs up. You dragged your body towards the showers, when suddenly you froze at the sound of a familiar voice.

“Get out, losers… Our time to practice…” 

They entered with intimidation, glaring at whoever got in their way.  Ming and Shaozu immediately infiltrated the training area, shooing Bolin away as they attacked the nets with fire, and earth disks. Their captain, Tahno, set his eyes on you, inspecting the towel hanging from your neck and smirking in your direction. He turned your way and raised an eyebrow at your sweaty form.

“Oh, unless the little girl wants to shower... I’d be happy to join.”

“I’d rather you drown.”

Chuckling at your response, Tahno folds his arms over his chest, side glancing at Bolin to see if he’s watching the two of you interact. 

“Perhaps then you’d have a chance of winning the finals.” Tahno challenged, which had you huff in response. Knowing Tahno to be a person fueled by response, you ignore his words and tug Bolin away from the training area. 

“Lets go, Bolin. I’ll shower at home before we go out for dinner.” 

Tahno lidded eyes narrowed, his smile dropping from his face as you walked away from him. However, before you can shut the door behind you, Tahno captured your attention once more.

“I doubt a nice dinner is going to fix your sad excuse of a pro bending team... tell me, have you gotten over your last defeat yet?” 

You rolled your eyes at him. Bolin awkwardly stared between the two of you, not knowing what to do. He just quietly played with his ferret Pabu, who was seated onto his shoulder.

“You better watch it, pretty boy…” You warned, approaching him once more, and pointing a finger in his face as a physical warning.

He chuckled deeply, and somehow the sound made shivers crawl up your spine. Your e/c eyes stared into his silver ones. His lips curved into his famous smirk yet again, and he leaned towards you.

“You know, If you like to learn how a real pro bends, I could give you some… private lessons.” His voice was low, seductively deep. It had goosebumps arise at your skin, and you couldn’t help but swallow thickly at his terrible grin. 

One of his hands rose to twirl a stray piece of hair from your face, and that’s when you realized how close he actually was standing. His eyes bored into your, awaiting your reaction.

You should have stepped back, but you never backed down from a fight, and for some reason, Tahno kept you captivated. Locked within his gaze with trembling knees. 

He leaned towards you, and for a second the thought of him kissing you slipped through your mind.  Unfortunately, he did nothing but whisper in your ear. “Or if you need me to teach you something else, we could always go to my place…” One of his hands grabbed your lower back, before sneaking its way into your back pocket.

You could feel his breath against the shell of your ear, and you desperately tried to ignore the way his eyes searched for yours.  A deep exhale of relieve fell from your lips as he stepped back, and you tugged at your collar, wondering if somebody turned up the heat.

“ I’ll pass, Tahno…” You responded, not sounding really convincing. As you averted your gaze to Bolin, you noticed a glint of annoyance flickering in his orbs, directed directly towards the captain in front of you.

“Too bad, Y/n. It was a one time offer.” He smirked and gave you a wink, before walking towards his friends. You followed his appearance with his eyes, but jumped as you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned to Bolin and blushed even brighter from embarrassment.

“Don’t challenge him, he’s a nasty dude, understood?” 

You noticed the hint of jealousy in his eyes as he glared at Tahno over your shoulder. You nodded and apologized. He just shrugged it off and asked of you were ready to go. Quickly you retrieved your bag from the corner and linked your arm with his. 

Before you could leave with Bolin, you glanced back over your shoulder, your heart skipping a beat when seeing Tahno was still keeping his gaze on you as well. Staring at one another, you felt your lips go dry as his eyes travelled down your frame, resting on your backside before averting them to your eyes once more.

You took his hint, and your hand slipped into your backpocket before retrieving a note. Curiously opening it, you blushed at the sentence. Looking back up at Tahno, his interest had been averted back to training and his eyes were no longer on you.

Private Lesson tomorrow at 8, be there.

Fingers curve around the edge of your jaw, his body moving forward and pressing further into you. A gasp escapes your lips, and Snafu gladly swallows it as he presses his lips firmly against yours. 

His body, hot with a sheen layer of sweat, pushes against yours, and you can feel his rapid heartbeat against your chest when he pulls you even closer.

The last time you felt this kind of bliss had already been a long forgotten memory, and the only thing you can think of right now is the way Snafu kisses you. How his hands leave fingerprints at the curve of your hips, and how his cock stretches your walls. His name is on repeat at the back of your throat, and you call it out within a sigh, clenching as he bucks his hips.

“Snafu... I-I’m gonna-“ 

He shushes you, shifting his position and lifting your leg slightly so he can reach even deeper inside of you. His lower abdomen graze your clit, and you jolt at the sensitivity of the swollen nub, previously abused by Snafu’s tongue and fingers. Once more he trails a finger down your stomach, over the curve of your chest, dipping within your belly button and eventually reaching your wet heat. 

“That’s okay, baby. Cum for me.”

His thumb presses against your clit, forcing a wave of euphoria to wash over you, as well as granting himself his own pleasure as you tighten around him. You can feel every detail of him inside of you. The curve of his shaft, the veins running all the way down till its base, and the prominent head pressing at all the right spots inside of you.

A shiver shoots up your spine, and Snafu can feel you shudder underneath him, which makes him smile. Once you come down from your high, you let out a deep exhale and fall back against the makeshift bed you and Snafu managed to create in the heat of the moment.

Snafu continues to thrust a couple of times into you, before pulling out. His hand finds the base of his cock, and he squeezes, spilling capitulation upon your lower stomach with a deep grunt. 

You hum at the sight of his white cum upon your dark skin, ignoring the stickyness of his emission as you trail a finger through the mess.  

“It would be great to do this in a proper bed at some point.”

You can’t help but agree, because even if you enjoy these moments together nonetheless, it would be amazing to have a slighly more romantic location than the backroom of the kitchen.

“Perhaps I could sneak you into the girls dormitory at one point. I’ve seen several others do it before.” You mention, recalling the hurried whispers you had heard, and the shushes thrown towards two lovers fleeing from the rules and restrictions.

Knowing Snafu, he’d probably refuse to take a risk, and while you’d wish fo9r him to be a bit more daring, the consequences of getting caught are not worth the try in his opinion. 

The sound of cutlerry clashing against the kitchen tiles has you and Snafu search for cover. The marine curses under his breath and quickly gathers your clothes before pushing you behind a closet filled with vegetables and canned foods. You accidently hit your head against one of its shelves, and while you want to groan out in pain, Snafu presses his hand over your mouth and pushes you further back. He’s shielding you with his body, covering your whole frame from being seen from whoever might enter the room.

Luckily, no one enters, and after a couple of whispered curses as well as an (what you guessed to be) angry chef picking up the fallen items, the room next yours stays silent, indicating everybody has left.

Not realising you were holding your breath, you exhale deeply, and remove Snafu’s hand from your mouth. 

“We almost got caught…” He tells you as if you didn’t realise it yourself. However, once the stress of the moment leaves your body, you can’t help but laugh at the thought of getting caught completely exposed like this.

Snafu raises an eyebrow at you, but soon lets out a genuine chuckle himself, rubbing his face with a hand and slowly starting to dress himself once more.

“Almost.” 

You got up, and started to dress yourself, putting on the ugly uniform you were supposed to wear. As you slip on your dress, you feel Snafu wrap his arms around your waist. He places his chin on top of your shoulder, before kissing your temple.

“Snafu, it’s almost midnight, you should get some sleep.” 

He groanes and shakes his head.

“I want to spend time with you, doll.” 

You chuckle and unwrap his arms from around your waist. Pecking his lips once more, you scoff playfully as he immediately initiates another french kiss. 

“I know, baby, but you need sleep and I need to make breakfast.” You finish dressing yourself, and turn to Snafu, who’s still shirtless and lightning a cigarette you weren’t sure he got from. 

All of a sudden the door opens, and both you and Snafu jump at the sound. In reflex you usher Snafu behind a washline, before dragging a drying sheet in front of his figure, hiding him from the intruder. Quickly, you grab a basket and start piling several sorts of vegetables. The person enters and you Meet the eyes of the person entering. You scoff as Sledgehammer eyes the situation and smiles in your direction. Your shoulder drop from their tensed position.

“Sledge! You scared the crap outta me!”

“Sorry ma’am, was just checking if everything’s where it belongs.” He nods towards you, and you roll your eyes at him in response.

Sledge silently watches you, before noticing the piled tablecloths on the makeshift bed, and snorting at the sight of it. Before he can even comment on the thing, you hit him in the stomach and offer him a warning look.

“You have no right to be here, Sledgehammer. So you better get your ass outta this kitchen quick!”

He senses the playfullnes in your voice, and laughs.

“You could say the same thing about. Why are you even up this late, ma’am, if I may ask?”.

“I’m making breakfast for you, soldier.” You wink at him, and grab a wooden spoon from the closet, and placing it with the vegetables in your basket. Grabbing the supplies from several cupboards, you look back at the marine and smile politely. 

He runs his tongue across his teeth, before nodding with a small smile, eyeing the hanging sheet behind you suspiciously.

“All right, Ma’am, just checking.” 

You sigh in relive as he walks out of the backroom, and you’re just about to turn back to Sledge, when Sledge bursts back in and darts towards the sheet, pulling it from the line and revealing Snafu behind it.

Snafu jumps at the sight of his fellow marine, and a light hint of red crawls upon his cheeks.

“S-Sledge? What are you doing here?” 

Sledge narrows his eyes at Snafu.

“I could ask you the same thing?” 

Quickly, Snafu thinks of something, and he gives you a look that tells you to play along. You get the message, and follow his lead, gasping at his presence as if it was a surprise to you as well.

“Snafu, what on earth are you doing back here?”

If you hadn’t been an impeccable chef, you could have been an amazing actor.

“I was just checking out the hot stuff.”

Internally, you smile at his words, but in the moment you scoff and point your wooden spoon in his direction.

“The hell you thinking, soldier? I want your ass out of my kitchen right this second!”You snap at him, hoping the two of you sound convincing enough for Sledge to fall for it. However to your dismay, the marine only smirks at the scenario and shakes his head. You internally smiled, but in real life you scoffed, and pointed your spoon in his direction. “I’m terribly sorry, Ma’am, but I couldn’t take my eyes of you. We can go to my tent so you can show me your kaboosh?” 

Your eyes widen at Snafu’s words, and while it was all an act, Snafu could sense he crossed a line there. Before he can even offer you an apologetic look, you walk up to him. The back of your hand meets with his cheek, and Sledge winces at the gesture. 

“C’mon, Snaf.” He tells his friend, pulling him out of the backroom while Snafu rubs the hurt area on his cheek. Before the pair disappears into the kitchen, Snafu turns back at you and winks, before mouthing ‘feisty’ in your direction. 

You follow the two into the kitchen with a small smile. Their silhouettes still clearly visibly as they walk out of the tent, and you laugh to yourself as you see Sledge slap the back of Snafu’s head.

Snafu was one of a kind, and you’re more than happy to have him by your sidek, even if it must be hidden.

You nodded. He gave you a small smile before standing up, and leaving the room. You looked around your shared bedroom. There were several pictures hanging on the walls, including one of Snafu and Sledgehammer. 

After Snafu had left his friend behind, you immediately tried to contact his friend, since you thought it wasn’t fair how Snafu had left him without a proper goodbye. You surprised Snafu by meeting with his friend, and you smiled at the picture that was taken at that moment. The pretty memory was now hanging on the wall, surrounded by several others. 

Snafu’s marine days were over, and you both made sure to get the best out of life. Enjoying each other’s company as much as you could, and taking several trips to family and friends. 

Oh, how you loved that man. He made you smile, he took care of you. Of course you returned the gestures, and you hoped he knew how much you cared about him, and how much he meant to you. 

You wanted to take a closer look at the pictures. You groaned as you sat up, hearing your back crack several times, as you stood up. You chuckled at the sound. You felt extremely old, as you shuffled towards the picture decorated wall.

You traced your finger over a picture of you and Snafu on your wedding day. Your lips were connected to his, and there was a big smile on both of your faces. You almost teared up at the memory of that golden day. The day you officially became his wife, and would spend the rest of your life together.

“Ain’t that the prettiest picture of them all?” 

You jumped at Snafu’s voice, slightly startling you as you didn’t hear him enter the room. You placed your hand over your heart, and glanced back at your husband.

“You scared me, babe.” 

He chuckled and apologized, before standing behind you and placing his chin on your shoulder. His arms wrapped around your waist, and he quickly pecked your cheek.

“You looked so beautiful, ma chére.” He complimented you, as he pointed towards your dress. Your hair was put up in a pretty bun, and your dress made you look so magically beautiful, it almost seem ethereal.

“I love the way you look in a suit.” You carefully grabbed the picture from the wall, holding it in front of you and inspecting it. You felt his arms around your waist tighten, and you smiled at the gesture. Suddenly your body jolted forwards as you coughed. Your fist was in front of your mouth as you coughed your lungs out, and Snafu immediately loosened his grip on your waist.

“Princess, let’s get ya back to bed, huh?” You nodded, finally calming down, and leaning on Snafu as he guided you towards the bed. He covered your body in a blanket,  before walking to the other side of the bed. 

He placed himself next to you, sneaking his arm around your shoulder. You curled up against him, and placed your head on his shoulder.

“Is this okay?” 

You nodded, and closed your eyes. His presence made you feel safe, and the familiar scent almost made you doze off. You inhaled deeply, and relaxed as you exhaled.

“Get some sleep, okay, baby girl?” 

You whined, not wanting to go to sleep, since you had been lying in bed for the past few days. Snafu chuckled.

“C’mon, Y/n. You’ll feel better.” You groaned slightly, but nodded, wrapping your arms around his waist. You heard his heartbeat as you placed your head on his chest, the calming sound making you feel warm and safe. “I love you, Snafu. Thank you for everything.” You felt him peck the top of your head, before responding in his Cajun accent.

Snafu’s eyes widened as you walk down the steps, and there a certain sense of lust flickering in his orbs. The exact reason why you were doing all of this. A whistle of appreciation is send in your way and you twirl around to show yourself off.

“You’re gonna catch flies, Snaf.” Your hand tilts his jaw, a playful warning to keep his eyes up to your face, before they start wandering towards places he’s not allowed to publicly stare at.

“You been dressing up just for me?” He questions as he holds the door open for you, but you shrug as you walk past, which receives you a firm tap on your behind. Which wasn’t unusual for Snafu.

You can tell his eyes keep on your hips as you walk towards his Cadillac convertible, but you say nothing of it, instead you take a seat in the passenger side of the car, and ignore his stare as he gets in himself.

“You look ravishing, doll.”He finally compliments, and you smile before patting his thigh, a little too close to his groin in his opinion. But if you were up for playing games, who was he to ignore the invitation?

The bar was filled with people. Guys filling up booths and tables, waitresses in skimpy uniforms walking around serving drinks and food, and at the back a dance floor that showed several couples swinging to the upbeat music. It was very lively inside, and you were already looking forward towards the evening.

From a corner, Snafu’s name is called, and the two of you turn your heads to see his friends filling a table. Already fueled by the several empty glasses on the table, indicating most were already tipsy or even drunk. Snafu had been a bit late after all...

“Who’s the pretty lady, Snaf?” Someone immediately asks as you seat yourself beside Sledge. Snafu goes in for an answer, but you decide to introduce yourself instead.

“The name’s, Y/n.” You state with enough confidence to have the guy smirk at you. His eyes linger a bit too low, but you don’t mind. Friends were supposed to be impressed, that’s was what you had kept in mind while dressing yourself after all. Snafu seems amused by the reactions you receive, but the smugness on his face would be long gone after you were done with him.

“I’ll get us some drinks.” You offer, and rise from your position in the booth to head towards the bar. Snafu’s eyes stay glued onto your back, watching with silent appreciation as you sway your hips with each step. His friends tease, calling him lovesick and weak for having fallen so easily, but if they knew what kind of affect you could have, they would probably beg for you to even look in their direction.

So instead of letting the insults get to him, he takes a drag from his cigarette, and blows it in their direction, before turning his gaze towards the group.

“Ya’ll could never know, which is a shame. Such a lovely doll like her is not easy to find...”

As soon as he returns his gaze on you, his pupils dilate at the sight. You’re bend over to tell your order to the barista, the curve of your ass in all its glory for Snafu and the rest to admire. The cleavage you offer the man behind the bar gets you a free drink, and Snafu’s unpaid for as well as you wink back at him, carrying two drinks back towards the booth.

Ignoring their stares once more, you hand Snafu his drink as you seat yourself next to him. His hand finds your inner thigh, a little too intimately, and you clear your throat as an obvious warning.

“Snafu?”

“Nah, don’t go playing innocent.”

His words have you smirking to yourself, but if Snafu was going to be an ass and try to rile you up in front of his friends, then you were going to do the exact same. Just like his, your hand finds his inner thigh, but you’re more audacious, and ghost your fingers directly onto his crotch. A low hum indicates he doesn’t agree, but the tight pants you’re wearing make it impossible for him to slip a hand in. Your roles are reversed, because Snafu’s intentions turn into your actions, and within the span of 30 minutes, you’re pumping his stiffening cock under the table, while he tries to think of a comeback Leyden had earned.

He’s twitching and throbbing under your touch, and you figure he won’t last much longer before actually spilling. Of course, before you’re able to push him over the edge, he grabs your wrist, and buttons his pants again before clearing his throat.

“It’s been fun boys, but unfortunately Y/n and I have somewhere else to be.”

He stutters on your name, and it only has you more eager to hear him moan it against your ear. You can’t even finish your drink before he’s pulling you out of your seat, and towards the exit. There’s excitement shooting towards the place between your thighs, and the way he ignored your gaze only has more arousal soaking your folds.

You reach his car, and while a playful remark lingers on your tongue, it is stolen as he pushes you against the passenger door and kisses you that has teeth clashing and tongue circling.

“You’re impossible, ya know that?” He states as he pulls away, giving you no chance to respond as he’s stealing your breath yet again. His crotch grinds against the front of your hips, and you take the importunity to lift a leg and grant him access to the space between your legs.

“What’s the matter, soldier? Can’t take a little teasing?”

“I don’t mind bein’ teased, it’s just awful that I can’t return the favor...” Rough hands unbutton your jeans, and before you can even comment on the gesture, his hand is cupping your clothed heat. Instead, you let your head fall back with a heavy gasp, and you close your eyes as he trails a finger between your folds. 

“While I do think you’d look ravishing bent over the hood of my car, those bastards back there don’t deserve a glimpse of what’s underneath here.” To accentuate his words, he trails a hand under your shirt and over the curve of your chest, wrapping a hand around your throat from beneath your shirt.

His words hold promise, because not even a minute later you’re beneath him in the backseat of his car, stroking his exposed cock while he’s kissing you like a man touch starved. Your jeans are already thrown in the trunk, and your panties won’t be on much longer either. His hands seem to double, because at one point there cupping your chest and then they’re on your hips all of a sudden, holding you pinned down as he grind his cock between your lips.

“Ya thinking about me, huh, baby girl? About how my cock will feel inside your tight little thing...” His accent only makes his words sound dirtier, and while you’d love to throw a sarcastic remark back at him, the way his tip grazes your clit has only a cry of pleasure fall from your lips. 

“I need less talk and more action, Snaf...” 

Following your demands, your underwear is ripped off, leaving red lines along your hips. Barely clothed, you curl a hand around his neck, nails scratching the tan skin and leaving marks you wish his friends would see the next time they’d meet. He was yours, body and mind, and no one else could have him bent over them like this. Have him dirty talk against their lips, or have his cock stretch their walls as he thrusted forward.

Jaw tilting upwards, you moan towards the heavens as he enters you, and while you wish to bless the gods for this moments, it feels highly inapropriate as you’re giving in to your sinful desires.  You want him harder, faster, deeper, closer. And with each command, Snafu nods, moans, grunts before shifting his position and hitting all your buttons inside. 

 Your nails claw at his back, the car shifting back and forth under his powerful thrusts. Drowning in euphoria, you call out his name in a whisper, before clenching around his shaft. A kaleidoscope blinds your vision and has your body tense under an immense burst of bliss. 

“Tell me you’re coming-” You interrupt him by pulling him down against your lips, bucking up against him so his member slides deeper inside of you. 

“Cum inside me.” You offer instead, staining his own lips red and smudging your lipstick. He groans your name, as he comes, and eventually he falls on top of you, panting.

10 minutes later your head is on his lap as you sit on the hood of his car. You’re wearing only his underwear and a t-shirt, leaving him bare chested. Unbuttoned dark slacks hanging from his hips with nothing underneath.  He takes a drag from his cigarette and blows the smoke up into the evening air, tapping excess ashes from the tip of the cig.

“Ya really are somethin’ else, ya know?” He states, offering you the cigarette, which you gladly take from him. You copy his actions, and let grey smoke slip from your lips, letting out a small cough as it reaches your airways. 

“Well, I could say the same thing about you, baby.”

As you finish the cancer stick, you flick it on the ground, before rising from your position and crawling back onto his lap. The Cajun man smirks and plants his hands on the small of your back.

“Ready for round two?”

You sat on one of the beds in the tent of the guys who helped you. They brought you some water and something to eat. A whole crowd was surrounding your tent, but they were not allowed in as you spoke to the Commander-in-chief. “You probably won’t tell me anything…” You shook your head. He had asked you several questions about your camp, and where it was located, but you refused to answer.

“I’m just trying to protect my country…” You mumbled, slightly smiling at him. He nodded at you.

“We do too…” he left the tent, after patting one of the marines on the back. You heard the guys from outside the tent starting to question him, but when he commanded them to return to their tents, they silently did do. You turned towards the group, who were staring at you.

“What are your names?” You asked them hesitantly, trying to clear up some tension. They all looked at each other, questioning who is going to talk first. “Eugene Sledge, but they call me Sledgehammer.” You nodded, before turning to the somewhat small guy.

“Bill Leyden, no nickname.”

“Merriel Shelton, call me Snafu.” You looked up at the attractive male.

“I’m Y/n…”

“How did you end up as a marine?” You looked towards Sledge, who asked the question.

“I wanted to serve my country, just like you did…” He nodded, before nodding towards Leyden, who had just taken a drag from his cigarette. He stood up and followed out Sledge out of the tent, leaving you and Snafu alone. You heard people outside whispering, meaning that there were still people questioning about you. 

Snafu cleared his throat, making your eyes fall to his appearance. A cigarette was placed between his lips.

“Why did you do that?” 

He shrugged, grabbing the cigarette from his lips with is fingers. He breathed out grey smoke, slowly exhaling the dark clouds.

“To protect you.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Snafu stood up and walked towards your bed, sitting down next to you, but still keeping some distance.

“Such a pretty doll like you shouldn’t be here…” You narrowed your eyes at him, but widened them with surprise as Snafu continued.

“You shouldn’t get hurt in any way, you don’t deserve it.” His eyes met yours. You stared into them, and suddenly noticed you started to lean in, somehow extremely attracted to his attractive appearance. He leaned in to, and suddenly your lips connected. You melted into the kiss, as he cupped your cheeks with his hands. You accidently moaned and Snafu took this chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. Things were getting heated, but you were soon interrupted by Sledge and Layden walking back into the tent. Sledge smirked at the both of you, but Layden just winked and sat down on his bed.

“I-I should find a place to sleep…” You mumbled to Snafu, but when you stood up he grabbed your arm and pulled you back down.

“You can sleep here.” You smiled at him and nodded, turning to Sledge and Layden for approval. They just nodded, making you smile at them. You pointed towards the empty bed on the opposite of Snafu’s, but Snafu snorted and shook his head. He motioned towards his own bed, and you hesitantly laid down. “You comfortable, Y/n?” You nodded, smiling at him before turning your back towards him. After a few minutes you felt his arm sneak around your waist. He jumped a little as you spoke, not expecting you to still be awake.

A few minutes later you’re on his small porch, looking over the grass field that stretched out all the way towards the buildings in the distance. A completely other world than you currently were in.

“Tea or coffee?” “Tea, thank you.” 

Snafu’s in the kitchen, making you something to eat. he had told you about the cabin, and how it was not his home but more of a vacation spot. He’d come here when the weather was nice, and he’d spent his days hunting and meeting friends.

Above the fireplace stood a picture. You, Sledge, Y/f/n and Snafu himself, celebrating after the enemy surrendered. Your arm is wrapped around Snafu’s neck, and holding a bottle of liquor to his lips, spilling from the corners of his lips because he’s laughing. You’re grinning towards him, clearly drunk by the way your eyes look at him. Sledge and your friend were wrapped around one another, your friend placing a peck on his cheek while he laughed spontaneously at the camera.

Sledge and Y/f/n were married now, and you were waiting on hearing when she’d get pregnant. It would most likely be anytime soon, as she had always wished for a baby.

Snafu returns from the kitchen and hands you a mug of tea, before grabbing a whiskey from a cupboard next to the window. There’s a chuckle coming from you, and he raises an eyebrow in your direction.

”So you offer me tea or coffee, but decide on a whiskey for yourself?”

Snafu laughs and grabs another glass, apologizing for not offering. He fills two glasses with the aged drink, before handing you one. ”So what are you doing out here?”

”I just moved into the city, and decided to explore. I ended up wandering through the fields...”

“You shouldn’t go out there. There’s traps...” He mumbles with a small smile and you tell him you already discovered those. For some reason, Snafu seems different. More silent and less sassy than you had recalled. Curious about his intentions, you lean towards him, which has him raising his eyebrows at you.

“How has life been, Snafu?”

“Awe man, haven't heard that name in a while...”

It makes you smile, as he tells you this. It seems like everybody really moved on from their army days. It had been a year or so, but people moved on. Tried to forget about the war... which was impossible for you.

You take a swig of your drink, and watch the scenery in front of you, inhaling the air deeply, before exhaling slowly. Snafu watches from afar, admiring how grounded and content you seemed compared to him. While everybody moved on, got a job, started a family. He was still searching. Searching for a purpose in life, and searching for someone he could settle with.

He would never have imagined you were the one he wanted to settle with.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you, ever since you left.” He confesses, and you turn to him with your heart pounding within your chest. His hand reaches out towards you, and cups your cheek as if he tries to confirm you’re really here.

“I missed you.” He continues, and you’re blushing under his piercing gaze. While you were usually quick with comebacks or sassy remarks, it’s as if he’s stolen words from your mouth, and the only thing you can do is stare back at him.

After promising him you’d go on a date with him, you had vanished to another city, leaving Snafu wondering what he did wrong. Nobody had heard from you ever since, until you had decided to contact your best friend once more. She had been worried, and you could only apologize for leaving all of a sudden. You had hurt people, left them clueless. And it must have felt like they lost you.

After moving towards the big city, your best friend had informed you about their wedding, which also came with the news that no one had ever heard about Snafu ever since you met up at that bar. Not only has they lost you, but Snafu as well.

Lost in your own thoughts, you jump slightly as Snafu stands behind you and places his hands on either side of your waist. He’s trapped you within his arms, but you don’t mind one bit.

“I’m glad I found you, Snafu.”

"I’m glad you did, princess.”

You turn around and face him. It felt like coming home, standing between his arms, having him look at you like this. Pressing your lips onto his. It felt safe, comforting, and you never wanted to part.