#killjoys x reader

Jet Star:

The most subtle out of all of them

Whenever racing he always makes sure to sneak a peek at you

Calls you his, “ good luck charm.”

He only lets you mess with his hair, if you ask of course…

Constantly finding old car parts and scraps of metal, then gifting them to you

He gives you tips on how to better shoot your ray gun, and how to ride the motor-bikes

Calls you nicknames, all the nicknames

He’s clingy as heck but doesn’t show it

It’s kind of obvious but that’s not the point at the moment

When you two ride bikes, and your behind him, he will 100% put his helmet on your head and pat your head a bit to see if it fits

He does it everytime

Fun Ghoul:

The most obvious out of them all

Goes out of his way to show off and then fails pretty much all the time

Makes absolutely awful jokes but that’s the funny part about them

You’re basically his top priory now, and for him it’s hard to understand that

Like how he goes out of his way to make sure you’re safe when doing dangerous missions or fighting dangerous foes

Tends to your injures!

May or not make them worse, it’s a 50/50

Takes you on rides in the car when everybody is asleep, it could be risky but what life without some risk? Right?

That’s his way of thinking lol

Sits by you when listening to the radio, mocking Dr.Death when he says something weird

Unlike the others he has confronted the gang about this, but merely pushes it away as some platonic feeling

It’s not platonic

Idk when he’s gonna realize that but I hope it’s soon

Kobra Kid:

Kobra is the most quiet and reserved one when it comes to these feelings, he doesn’t tell a soul

When the gang is fighting and he’s about to do one of his martial art moves, he always checks to make sure you’re looking

If you’re not, then he gets super distracted

Lol

He probably asks you to go on bike after a long day

Poor guy gets stressed way too much lol

He likes training and may or may not like you to tag along as well

He would be way too happy if you joined him in his training

I hope you can mend clothes because this guy goes through gloves wayyy too quickly

He likes collecting old car stickers and sticks them to the car they all drive in

So if you find any and give them to him

Kobra Kid is now deceased

Thanks for reading

Maybe it wouldn’t have been so fun if this whole bullshit hadn’t happened, but it didn’t make anything less annoying. To make things worse, I didn’t—still don’t—know if the whole observation was regarding how I had just gotten in the gang a few weeks before or if Party really had some sort of fixation over me.

A soft exhale escaped my lips as I stopped sweeping the floor to look over at them, stupidly hunched over the counter across the diner—their smile didn’t even falter nor did it change, stretching across their pretty face with an unspoken pleasure, but somehow, their amusement noticeably grew with how I looked back at them, even if they didn’t move a single muscle. Sometimes I wondered if the radiation was making me go crazy.

“I’ll only let you continue there if you help me clean.” I furrowed my eyebrows, silently hoping Jet or Kobra would be somewhere near because they always seemed to sense when Poison is being nerve-wracking and quickly manage to distract them with something else.

“Aw, c’mon, I’m not even bothering you.” Poison rolled their eyes with a sigh, rolling their shoulders as they finally proved themself not to be an illusion. “‘Was just observing how the broom is almost taller than you. Like, do you need a hand holding it?” It just knocked the whole life out of me, making me groan softly as I rested my head against the stick of the broom, almost grimacing at hearing them snicker. “Don’t you look so cute when frustrated?”

“I hate you.” I shook my head while I resumed the sweeping, a little more motivated at noticing there wasn’t much more of the room left.

“Sure!” A chuckle echoed through the room. “Lucky you that I like you, then. Or else I could crush you in a second. You’re small, I’m often afraid that I’m going to break you whenever we hug! Or that I’ll lose you in the middle of the sand! ‘Can’t have you leaving the diner so often!”

“You don’t even hug me, Party!” I scoffed, scooping up the dirt in a small shovel to get it in a plastic bag just until I could discard it outside. Not like the plastic or actual trash wasn’t removed before, so it was resumed to the sand and dust that either gets in with the wind or sticks on our boots and clothes. “And stop. Why don’t you go find Ghoul to tease her or something?”

“He isn’t so fun.” They shook their head with a sigh. “Nor is it as short as you, so...” They trailed off with a chuckle even if I didn’t look their way this time, only heading to the front door to throw the sand and dust out, and half-frustratedly watched some specs of dust flying under the sunlight that slipped in through the door. “Careful not to disappear in the middle of the sand! You’re really useful for the gang, but I’m not sure if I’d go as far as looking for you out there.”

“You can just explicitly say you hate me, y’know?” I raised an eyebrow at them, shooing them away from the counter to grab the cloth that was usually under it. “I wouldn’t get offended.”

“But I wouldn’t lie to you.” Poison smiled, breath fanning over my skin due to how close they were, but they were gone within a second, finally giving me some peace to dust the place in peace.

It was for dinner that all of us were once again gathered in the diner, as far as possible from one of the faltering lights, and while Kobra and Ghoul insisted that I should have piled up with them in one of the booth’s sides, I preferred to continue standing up rather than to sit next to the messy duo while Party... Well, they didn’t even give me a fucking opportunity to sit next to them even if Jet did tell them to sit down and scoot over. They just kept standing up and sitting down all the time and, while it was understandable, sometimes I would want to hit them across the head with a metal bar—I secretly still do. Either way, I decided just to grab a stool and set it down on the end of the table.

“...and I think Trans AM is all good again,” Jet concluded, shrugging a little as he gathered the last bits of food in the bottom of his Power Pup can. “Kobra restored the damages on the painting, so she’s all perfect.” Despite the small display of emotions, you can start recognizing what Jet is actually feeling after you start spending actual time with him. Pride laced his motions, mainly the way he shrugged and looked up from his Power Pup can with a barely noticeable smile on his lips. He is charming, to be honest, and the way his cheek was stained with grease while some of his messy strands fell over his face was just... beautiful.

Kobra, though, only nodded in response, more focused on eating.

“That’s good!” Party clapped their hands, grinning wide as they stood up from their seat. Again. “You guys gotta be more careful with her this time! Repairing Trans AM can be expensive!”

“You’re the one who crashed it, loser,” Ghoul pointed one of his greasy, paint stained fingers at Party, only blowing a raspberry at them for the glare she received in response.

“Okay, but that’s not the point!” Poison rolled their eyes with a sigh, propping one of their knees up on the cushion. “Just be careful, okay? I do my thing, and you do yours.” A chorus of sighs came in response, none of which they cared about, continuing to talk with the same enthusiasm that always has them waving their hands around while talking. “Talking about my thing, I spent part of the day watching (k/n) sweep the room with a broom that was bigger than they are, then—”

“Party, can you fucking stop with it?” I groaned, letting my fist slam down against the table out of impulse, but I quickly let go of the spoon. “Like, I know I’m short and it’s not that I have a problem with it, exactly, but it’s annoying how you keep commenting about it!”

“So?” Their eyebrows furrowed as they shrugged.

“Fucking stop!” I stood up with my hands on my hips, and it took every little ounce of self control in me not to lunge at them at the same moment.

“Or else what?” Party pursed their lips, looking down at me through half-lidded eyes, arms crossed over their chest. Sometimes I wondered where we would be if they weren’t so cocky. If I would already have kissed these goddamn lips or dragged them to my bed already. “What are you going to do, little one, hm?”

Out of all the options of answer that had crossed my mind, I simply chose none and stood up, ignoring the thick silence that fell over the room and all the four pairs of eyes that followed each of my movements. The atmosphere dissipated instantly, however, with a few gasps. As soon as I bent down and spread Party’s legs, keeping a firm grip on the back of their thighs to lift them up. Their reaction was extremely precious, though, the way their face became the very same red as their hair, but it was a little hard to distract myself from how hard their fingers dug into my shoulders.

“Is that enough of an answer?”

Party noticeably tried to say something, something that came out as a pathetic whine before they decided just to nod frantically in response.

I allowed a small smirk to tug on the corner of my lips before I finally let them down on the seat again so I could go back to finally finish my dinner, now back to the same silence that filled the room right previously to when I got Party in arms, just that it was quite unsettling that time.

“That’s why I fucking stan (k/n),” Ghoul said simply, making me chuckle and bump my fist against theirs. “Party, we fucking hate you.”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean,” Party told Ghoul in the calmest voice possible despite how red their face still was. They didn’t even bother fixing their messy shirt as they went back to eating their food, which had been ignored by how much they were messing around so far, hence they still had only half of their can empty while Jet and Kobra had finished theirs some time before already.

Now, if you look back and think really well, it’s probably what started it all, in the first place. It is what made Party decide they would do their best to regain and maintain their sort of superiority over me because they know that if I want to, I can leave them in shreds again, and their luck is that I have never cared about it enough. Until now. Plus, they’re fucked since we were left alone at the diner today.

“Look, Poison, baby, love of my life,” I say with a sigh, meaning each of the words, but still making sure my annoyance is there. “Just— Fuck, like, let me top already! We never even tried it, I don’t see why you wouldn’t like it.” There would be more sense if they actually liked it, right? Taking in consideration the way they were blushing so badly and so flustered when I lifted them up, just like the times I happen to climb on top of them on the bed, not to mention the moments in which they’re needy and all they want is me to play with their hair and hold them, even kiss them, until they feel better.

“I told you no,” they groan, lowering themself to a crouching position with their face still hidden in the gap between their face and the edge of the table they were leaning forward against not long ago. They’re dramatic, of course, because Party just wouldn’t be Party if they weren’t that dramatic. “It will not be a good idea, okay?” A sigh comes from them and it seems like they’re deciding on what to say as finally bringing themself up, facing me now. “How can you even top? Like...” They roll their eyes, waving a hand in the air then shrugs. “Look at you?” The same excuse from uncountable times ago is what makes me believe so strongly that that event is, maybe indirectly, the reason we are discussing this now.

“Oh, okay, so that’s really your problem, right?” I raise an eyebrow at Party, but instead of once again continuing to hear whatever bullshit they have to say, I only step forward and pull them down by their collar to press my lips to theirs, swallowing the quiet sound that escapes their lips.

“(K/n),” they whisper once their lips part away from mine for a brief moment so I can adjust my position, only to kiss them once more, just as deeply as before. This time, I tug on the hair strands on the back of their neck and pull them closer by a hand around their waist, snatching the very same whimpers they let slip whenever I pull on their hair or maybe squeeze their waist, hips or even nibble down on their chest. My tongue slips past their open lips to press down against their own, earning more whimpers when I roll their bottom lip between my teeth.

“Look,” I mumble, moving to press kisses down Poison’s neck. “I got something. A strap-on, y’know?” Saying it out loud is admittedly embarrassing. Having hid it for so long was so much easier, but on the other hand, it was out of use. Thank Destroya that they can’t see my face right now. “And if you let me, I’m going to fuck you good over this table, hm?” Hope sparkles in my chest with how they moan out softly, shuddering a little against me. My hands loosens around their hair to play with the bright red strands instead while I keep mouthing at their neck. “How does that sound? To have your pretty ass ruined by me. I’m sure you mess yourself to the thought of it, Party, don’t lie to me.”

“Fine,” Party whines, voice shaky. “Only if you stop pestering me about it then, though.”

A smirk tugs on my lips at the thought of how they will be the one pestering me instead, but I don’t mention it, just pressing a last kiss to Party’s neck. “Deal. Don’t forget I can stop anytime, though, okay?” On my knees, I quickly proceed to unbuckle their belt then undo their jeans, lowering them just enough to show their underwear and the growing bulge held by it.

“(K/n)?” Poison breathes, leaning back against the table again with their hands closed around the edges. “Weren’t you...?”

“Shh, just let me do it, okay?” I press my lips along the shape of their cock, first closed, but then open to let my tongue run against it. Even if it’s just mouthing at them, it doesn’t take long before Party’s underwear is tented and their breath is shaky, but it’s not exactly what I want yet. My hands close around their thighs in order to pull them closer at the same time I lean in, adding pressure to my movements while I mouth along their cock through the fabric until...

“Fuck,” Party whines, their hips bucking forward at the same moment.

I hold Party in place by their hips to pull away, quickly back on my feet. “I’ll go get what I need, okay? Don’t touch yourself while I’m gone.” I take a look at them from head to foot. “I’ll know if you do.”

Poison’s eyes only meet mine for a second as they hum, nodding briefly. Their lips’ bright pink tone is clear even if they press them together, and they’re probably not pink just because of the kiss. Fighting the urge of continuing there to observe their hopeless state isn’t easy, but I’m soon striding out of the room to return with what I need—not without taking my time, of course—and intensely observe Party, mostly because of how they shift and squirm under my gaze than anything else.

“Oh, you did well for me, aren’t you a good pretty thing?” I let the stuff I grabbed on one of the booth’s seats, and move over to Party and cup their cheek, feeling something sparkle in my chest at how they lean into the touch, pressing a soft kiss to my palm.

“Sure.” They furrow their eyebrows a little, bottom lip sticking out.

A chuckle escapes my lips, but I don’t taunt them further, simply get rid of their shirt then do the same to mine. Party reaches to touch me, only to have their hand swatted away at the same moment, compelling them to pout again, which I simply ignore whilst getting rid of the rest of my clothes. “Strip. And bend over.” I motion towards the table and wait for them to start lowering their pants and underwear to finally get the lube.

“Bend over, like—” Party interrupts themself with a questioning hum, eyes averting between me and the ground.

“Yes, just bend over, hun.” I smile softly, having them turn around, and give their shoulder a soft kiss. They slowly lean over with my hand pressed to their lower back until their forearms meet the table’s surface, and I just can’t resist slapping their ass—a soft gasp comes from them.

Soon, though, I lube up my fingers and set the bottle aside to hold onto their hip. “Relax, okay?” I press my lips to Poison’s lower back in a short kiss. In response, they hum quietly, soon interrupted by how their breath is caught in their throat at the moment my fingers press to their entrance, circling the fluttering ring of muscles for a moment before one of my fingers finally pushes in.

Party breathes shakily, humming almost inaudibly. I start moving.

“You’re doing so well,” I mumble against their back, nuzzling it softly as I continue the motions, soon adding a second finger, which makes them shudder and gasp once I push them a little deeper. I repeat the motion, of course, only to snatch the same reaction. “There, baby? Does it feel good when I touch it there?”

“Y-Yeah,” Poison manages to choke out, followed by a moan as I press my fingers against their prostate, letting my touch linger there then scissor my fingers to add the last, third one, this time purposely avoiding their prostate. It’s adorable how they try to squirm to drive my fingers to the spot again, pretty much uselessly, not to mention how they still at the moment my grip around their hip tightens.

It doesn’t take long for me to slip on the strap-on, but there’s also something else, of course. Party isn’t the one having all the fun—it wouldn’t be fair. I spread my legs a little, humming softly at the friction of my fingers against my clit, satisfying part of the need that I hadn’t even been properly aware of because playing with Party can be just that distracting.

Finally, though, I bring the vibrator I brought with me earlier to between my folds, running it up and down, then finally press it against my entrance. The familiar burn of the stretching quickly dissipates, barely there due to how careful and slow I am, and the pleasure easily takes over once I mess with the buttons at the base of the toy, allowing it to start vibrating, making it hard to hold back a moan at how it moves inside me once I move over to Party and proceed to lube up the strap-on’s dildo this time.

“You ready?” I squeeze their hips, and it solely takes me a hum of confirmation to start pushing the toy inside them, not as slowly as I was with my fingers nor as gentle.

“A-Ah!” Poison’s back arches at the same time they push their hips back, allowing them to close the gap between mine and let the toy sink inside them completely.

“How does it feel, hm? Tell me, baby,” I breathe, testing my hips to find the perfect position in which the harness rubs against my clit whenever I push forward, and gasp out a moan at the moment I find the right angle.

“(K/n),” they moan quietly with an underlying complaining tone.

“C’mon, tell me how good I make you feel, Party,” I mumble against their back, letting my hips finally fall into a pace that’s not so slow nor too fast and enough to have them moaning every so often. “Is it just like you expected it to be? Or maybe better?”

“Better,” Poison answers so fast and so certain that I don’t even know what to say, only moaning instead at the thought of them touching themself to the thought of this. “Much better,” they mumble, voice tight in their chest. They sound so hot, voice in a higher pitch than usual, whiny due to the new position I put them in.

“And it’ll get even better,” I breathe.

My hands grip around Party’s hips tighter, adjusting their grip in order to give me more support so my thrusts can be faster, now angled right at their prostate. In all honesty, I never thought watching them slowly fall apart under my touch would be so arousing, but I am already internally hitting myself for not having thought of it before, for how much time I lost not having Party under me like this more often. There’s something about how they whine and quiver with each movement that gives me a different kind of excitement, a thrilling one, because I’m in control now, I’m deciding the pace at which things happen and the way they take.

“P-Please touch me.” Party’s forearms give up under them, resulting in muffled moans against their folded arms. Their bright red strands brush against their back, which is almost as red.

“Do you deserve it?” I hum, letting my hips go faster, not only for them, but also because of how good the vibrator feels inside me, reaching all the right spots due to how fast the thrusts grow. “It’s true that you've been good for me now, but what about before? You didn’t want me to top you, but look at you now. Pathetic.”

Poison’s back arches as a whimper comes from them, followed by broken little moans and whines. “I didn’t mean it,” they groan.

“So apologize, hm?” My hips snap forward sharply, enough to snatch a louder moan from them. “Then maybe I’ll think about it.”

“Mmph, damn,” Party mumbles among moans, becoming each time more hopeless. “Sorry— ‘M so sorry, (k/n), I-I didn’t mean to— to push you away like that. Please touch me, please, I need it so bad,” they whisper, moans growing weaker for a moment, only to grow louder once my hand is wrapped around their cock, tight and matching the rhythm of my thrusts, which grows faster. “F-Fuck, yes,” they go weak again, moaning against my touch and twitching in my hand. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop!”

A soft moan escapes my lips, not only at seeing Poison be reduced to such a state, but also at the way the toy keeps moving inside me, sending the pleasure ringing up my spine, more intense each time my clit finds some contact with the back of the harness. I’m brought back to reality, however, with a hand wrapped around my arm tightly.

“(K/–(K/n), fuck,” Party pants, barely able to say anything without their voice cracking. “‘M so fucking close already, I—” A louder moan comes from them, a throaty and longer one that dissipates into something weak before they cum, hot and messy all over my knuckles and probably also dirtying themself and under the table. I swallow around nothing, moaning helplessly as I continue to move my hand until milking the last drop of cum out of them, finally letting go. On the opposite of my hand’s movements, though, my thrusts never falter.

“You’re so hot, Party, so hot,” I sigh softly, thrusting sharply a last time before I pull back. “C’mon, turn around, hm?” My hand meets the side of their ass for a sharp slap, which has them moaning whilst weakly doing as told.

Poison’s shaky legs make it hard, but they’re soon sitting on the edge of the table, only able to sustain themself for a brief moment until they’re lying back, propping themself up on their elbows. Some of their cum stains their abdomen, as predicted, their abdomen heaving up and down along with their chest due to the heavy gasps for air. The fucked out look on their face, on the other hand... absolutely priceless.

My hands quickly find their way to Poison’s thighs, bringing them up and apart at the same time I pull Party closer to the edge of the table so I can push the dildo inside them again, finding little resistance this time. Sweat already coats their skin, having some strands of red hair stick to their face already whilst my grip on their thighs turns harder to be kept, but I sink my fingers further into the skin, hoping it’ll leave behind pretty marks later for them to admire and remember now.

“(K/n),” Party whines, but their voice is so weak already. “Wait, I-I’m done!”

“Well,” I breathe a chuckle, “but I’m not, baby.” My hips meet theirs in a sharp motion, followed by more, quickly building a rhythm that even if not as fast as before, is certainly heavier, sending Party’s body rocking gently at the same time obscene wet and slapping sounds echo through the diner. Maybe I should’ve been fucking them like this from the beginning given the view, the way their jaw goes slack with every few thrusts or how their mouth stretches around moans, and how their wide pupils make their hazel irises be nothing but thin rings around them. “You’re perfect, Party, fuck,” I moan.

“Mm,” they mumble something quite incoherent, their voice becoming shakier each time.

“You should’ve let me have done this before.” I pause briefly just to throw one of their legs over my shoulder, then continue letting my thrusts grow faster once again once this familiar feeling peeks in the distance, slowly clenching around my lower stomach. My free hand takes a hold of their cock—which’s hard again, bright pink and weeping precum—to once more pump them according to my thrusts, though I prefer to mostly tease my thumb around the tip now.

“(K/n),” Party whines and their chest shudders with a fucking sob. Their eyes are pressed shut and teeth bared when they throw their head back, arching their back as their hips twitch into my touch, their leg curling over my shoulder to bring me closer, and their face comes into view again with a few tears starting to run down their face. “D-Don’t stop, mmph—”

“Party, hell,” I breathe, ignoring how my lower body feels so heavy, and do my best to thrust faster into them, letting my moans escape my lips easily this time.

Louder than the last time, Poison moans, thrusting their hips into my hand, and finally cums again all over themself, having another sob escape their lips while I help them down from their high, but it doesn’t take long before I cum as well. The waves of pleasure run up my spine one after the other, sent down at once to be replaced by a throbbing sensation between my legs and leaving my legs weak.

I gasp for air at the moment I can feel my own body again, moaning lightly at how the vibrator keeps on inside me, but I make sure to let Party’s legs down carefully first, eventually getting rid of the strap-on and the vibrator. All while Party sniffles in the background, still crying lightly despite how they’re still in the sweet post-orgasmic daze.

“Hey, baby.” I show up between their legs again, rubbing their thighs soothingly. “You alright?” I lean forward to wipe their tears away, caressing their cheek affectionately.

“Y-Yeah,” Poison mumbles, voice quiet and small, compelling me to smile as I press soft kisses against their abdomen, licking away some of the cum. “But that’s exactly what I was afraid of! Of the effect you’d have on me. Look at how you left me,” they cry out softly, only to melt again when I chuckle, looking away from me with their bottom lip sticking out.

“Aw, but I do take good care of you, don’t I?” I grin. “You’re in shreds, but you did love it, baby, I know you did.”

“Mm, fuck you,” they mumble with a hint of a smile tugging on their lips.

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You tried to pull the trigger, but to no avail

Nothing was shooting out of it

You had to take cover, you were extremely vulnerable

You fell to your knees, trying to forage for a ray gun a dead Draculoids could still have hold of

You searched, and you spotted a fallen BL/ind member with a ray gun still in the grasp of his hand

You rushed over, but were stopped in your tracks when you spotted Party being held to a gunpoint by none other than Korse himself

You couldn’t leave him, without him, The killjoys would most likely be overthrown and broken

You decided to hurry over, you could hear the murmurs of threats seeping out of Korse’s mouth

Party could see you walking towards him, to which his eyes widened a bit, trying to warn you to continue the fight without him

You swiftly tackled Korse from behind, and he quickly realized what was happening and attempted to strike you down

It was a fair fight, you were pretty strong

But,

He was armed

You feel a sharp pain in your abdomen, you wince.

Your vision dilates a bit before you feel your lower body start to quiver. ‘Shit’ you think to yourself. Normally, there would be people crowding around you to assist, however the fight was still in its prime. Even Party Poison had to continue fighting as you struggle to take cover behind a wall. You felt fatigued but eager, you needed to make sure your partners were safe. Until you heard silence. No more blasts, lights flashing, footsteps, no thuds. It all went silent. Suddenly you heard a few melancholy cheers; which with a sense of joy you realized came from the voices of Party Poison and Fun Ghoul. You would have done anything to stand up and rush to your companions, in fact you tried, but the pain was unbearable. You couldn’t yell or signal to them where you were. “ Where’s Y/K/N?” You heard a faint shout, the voice belonging to Jet Star. You heard footsteps and a few screams for your name. You raised your fist, and slammed it onto the wall beside you, a loud sound booming from it. “ They’re over here!” You listened to the hurried footsteps toward you and they all crowded around you. With curious eyes, Party carefully unzipped your jacket and lifted up the Hem of your shirt to reveal a gashing hole where your stomach should be. He kept a straight face to avoid freaking you out, but the others failed to do the same. “ Holy-“ Kobra began to gasp, but Jet shoved him to shut up. “ You’re gonna be okay, promise.” Party muttered, ripping off your sleeve to create a tourniquet around your abdomen. “ Doesn’t look like it..” you whispered, which received a grunt from Party. The others looked at you with heavy hearts and decided to walk off to check the surrounding area. “ You would have been vampire food if I didn’t come and save you, how heroic of me.” You say-almost sarcastically, but you need to cheer up the mood somehow. Party doesn’t even look you in the eyes. He feels nauseous, staring at the bloody gash that’s growing every second. “ You aren’t gonna throw a depressing fit, right? We saved the kid, that’s what matters” You whisper. That’s when Party looks up at you, “ Can you walk?” You almost let out a chuckle, which turns into a coughing fit. “ Do I look like I can walk?” He doesn’t smile. He instead quickly wraps his arms around you, and rests his head under your arm, using all of his strength to pull you up. “ Party Poison! Please, just leave me, It’s hopeless.” He stops, shaking under the pressure. “ I can’t leave you here.” He pleaded. It was pitiful. He had to keep up his strong facade, somehow. He slowly, very slowly, rests you against the wall, his hands bloody from holding you. He tussled his red hair, not able to look you in the eyes. You felt tired, you could barely move, not that you really wanted to anyway. Your breaths became slowed, your eyes droopy. Party noticed all of these things. You needed to say something, despite the pain and the way your throat was clogged.“ I love you.” You whispered. His head perked up, reveling tired, glassy eyes. He made his way to your gun holster, slowly picking up your gun with shakey hands. He held both of your hands, and wrapped your figures around the gun. It was a simple gesture, it was a sign of respect. He came to kiss your forehead, his hands resting on your cheek. You were dead.

Thanks for reading!

Ever since Party showed up in the main room in that fucking new pair of shorts, I’ve been undeniably drooling over the sight of their exposed thighs—even more when they’re flat because they’re sitting down, wow—, not to mention how their shirt rides up whenever they throw their arms above them, often to stretch and groan in boredom. The worst part is that I can’t touch them. Well, at least not in Jet’s presence or while I don’t finish fixing Kobra’s vend-a-hack since I was actually the one to fuck it up in the first place, and working with Party in front of you is essentially distracting.

A soft sigh comes from Party as they shift from there they’re sitting over the counter, immediately compelling me to look up at them and have the screwdriver fall from my hand for the thousandth time in the last thirty minutes. Party chuckles almost immediately, their legs swinging back and forth when I glance at them from under the table, stretching to get the screwdriver that landed near the wall to the point a pain tugs on my shoulder.

“Shut up,” I sigh, coming back up. Jet sits in one of the last booths and still has his back turned to us, continuing to mess with the papers he said he will be taking to Dr. D or something like that. Can’t he do it in his room or something?

Only another chuckle comes from Party in response; they throw their head back, leaning back on their hands. “I was saying absolutely nothing.” A smile plays on their lips at the same time they shoot me that look which always makes my stomach flip, hazel eyes half covered by their eyelids. “Got your mind somewhere else, (k/n)?”

The glare I send them only provides Party more entertainment, so I just give up on trying to make them shut the fuck up and focus on the vend-a-hack. Or at least try to. A wire is barely moved when an arm is thrown around me and there is Party, with their cheek pressed to mine and chest pressed to my back. The nice smell of paint and cologne that they always have easily reaches me.

“I think you deserve some help, hm?” Their hand wraps around mine to firm my grip around the soldering iron’s handle. “You seem too distracted to do anything properly.”

“Well, if someone would actually cooperate,” I hiss back in response even if it’s completely my fault for thirsting over them at the first given opportunity. Loser. They’ve taken over my brain at this point.

“You’re staring at me the whole time because you want,” Party chuckles.

“Lucky you I’m already finishing it.” I wave the solder a little and finally manage to solder the last wire back together properly and set everything aside to proceed to the final adjustments.

“Lucky me!” Party lets their hands run along my arms as they lean back against the seat.

A sharp sigh suddenly comes from Jet, and he stands up with the pile of papers in hands, still gathering smaller pieces of paper from the table. “Guys, I’m leaving. I’ll try to find Ghoul and Kobra along the way, so I won’t be back so soon.”

“Okay,” I hum with a nod whilst Party nods. We watch him disappear into the hall then show up again with his jacket, a bag, and the keys to the bike. “Be safe!”

“You too!” He waves as he walks past the front doors. There’s the sound of boots against the sand, a bit of rustling, the engine starting and... he’s finally gone.

“Fuck!” I go back to fixing the vend-a-hack clicking my tongue.

“(K/n),” Party mumbles with a soft whine with a kiss to my neck, right below my ear, shamefully enough to send a shiver running down my spine along with how they place their hand right over my thigh.

“Let me finish, real quick!” As much as I want to slam my lips to theirs and finally touch them properly, I also know I will simply not finish this if I leave it to finish later. Why do the bolts need to be so fucking small? Couldn’t they make this shit easier to be fixed? Damn, Party’s hand feels so good on my thigh, and the way they squeeze it... “Okay, done!” Well, not really done, but I’m not obligated to resist Party.

Party hums once my lips are pressed to theirs, their hand becoming tight around my thigh yet again as they pull me close with an arm around me. Their hair is soft around my fingers, tangling with it more given how I deepen the kiss.

“Fuck me like an animal,” I whisper in Party’s ear, enough to have a soft groan escaping their throat at the same time they lean in again to lock our lips in another kiss, though it doesn’t last too long this time; Party pulls away with a soft curse, gripping their side. “You’re fine?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah, it’s just the table digging into my side.” They roll their eyes and shoot the table a glare as if it’d react or something.

I breathe a chuckle, shaking my head a little. “Well, you know we don’t need to do it here.”

“You’re right.” Party nods and stands up, offering their hand to me, but the delicacy is over at the moment they tug me to the closest wall to pin me to it, catching the soft gasp that comes from me in their mouth, having me throw my arms around their neck out of instinct. Their hands rest on my sides as they pin my hips to the wall by theirs, having both of us moaning once their hard-on presses to me, compelling them to roll their hips against mine once again. “C’mon,” they mumble against my lips, hands slipping under my shirt.

“Too many clothes,” I groan and Party nods in response, reluctantly taking a step back to let me get rid of my shirt, and my hands quickly take a hold of the hem of theirs before they’re able to do anything. Their Addam’s apple bounces with a swallow once I gaze at them, tugging their shirt up until their pale skin is exposed along with the scars that lace them and the darker slice of skin around their hips due to a sunburn.

“I...” Party trails off once my lips come in contact with their neck, leaning their head back as their hands find my waist, squeezing it a little. My teeth tug on their skin, followed by soft sucking, all of it enough to leave behind marks on Party’s skin, from the side of their neck and down to their chest, each time snatching more sounds from them. Their skin rises under my touch as I suck a mark near to their nipple, making sure it’s one of the darkest of them—not really because of the location, but due to how they become whiny whenever I touch them around here—, encouraged by their hand resting on the back of my head.

Party’s chest heaves up and down when I pull away and the bright red tone of where my mouth wandered across at times matches their cheeks and hair, though contrasting with the mark on their chest and the one on the side of their neck. They’re still in the soft haze of it when my fingers hook around the waistband of their shorts.

A soft and whiny sound comes from Party; they follow every moment of mine with their bottom lip between their teeth, and let their hands slip to my shoulders when I drop down to my knees, bringing their shorts with me. Party’s gulp cuts through the thick silence of the diner at the moment my lips meet their cock through the thin stretched fabric of their underwear, mouthing along it.

“Good?” I blink with a glance up at them, but continue focused on what I’m doing. My hands close around their thighs, massaging the skin with soft squeezes up and down, letting them get dangerously close to the inner side of their thighs.

“Fuckin’ amazing,” Party breathes with a moan. The way they’re always so vocal and loud always has something stirring in my lower stomach.

My mouth reaches the tip of Party’s cock, which almost stains the fabric already, soon starting to sport a wet spot on it due to how I work my lips and my tongue around it, having them bucking their hips forward with the rough friction of the underwear against the sensitive head of their cock. Even if I threaten to remove the piece of clothing, I still let my lips linger down the length of their cock to eventually reach the balls, and watching their hips buck forward almost on their own each time more according to how their sounds grow more constant is simply so rewarding regarding all the time I make sure to spend well.

A tingling sensation takes place on my lips once they meet their skin again, mouthing against it until my teeth start to skin down on the skin around their hips, where it’s sensitive enough for Party to arch their back. Even to remove their underwear, I make sure to take my time, watching the waistband run along their cock before it springs free and Party’s breathing heavily at the stimulation just to be cut off by a soft moan the moment I start to take their cock in my mouth.

“Damn, (k/n),” Party hisses softly, their hips straining not to push forward, so I help them by having one of my hands on their hip.

I hum around Party as a response; their grip tightens around my shoulders, but their hands slowly take place on the back of my head again, tangling with my hair by the time I have my nose buried in their happy trail, swallowing around them. Strings of moans start to escape their lips properly with how I start to move my head, making sure to work my tongue against the underside of their cock or twirl it around the tip whenever I pull away enough.

None of it is enough to trigger any reflex but tears that escape my eyes now and then to trail down my face along with the spit from the corners of my mouth, but it becomes more intense given how I hollow my cheeks around Party, which quickly compels them to start moving their hips, at first hesitantly, but eventually growing faster due to how I relax my jaw.

“Hell,” Party gasps once I pull away, snatching a chuckle from me.

Party rolls their eyes, using a hand against the wall to help themself up while I pull myself to my feet and proceed to take off the rest of my clothes, but they’re slipping their hands inside my underwear before I can get rid of it, pulling me closer as their hands close around my ass.

A shiver runs down my spine with it, but my breath is caught in my throat with how Party’s hands keep squeezing the skin now and then, keeping up with their task of pulling my underwear down. Surprisingly enough, Party is on their knees, too, taking the underwear along with them. Their hands still rest on my lower thighs when I step out of the underwear, raising an eyebrow at them.

“Well, I want to return the favor.” A smile tugs on Party’s lips.

“Right...” I pull the red strands away from their face, combing my fingers through it lightly. “Do your thing.”

Party hums softly, and tugs on one of my legs to hoist it over their shoulder. Soft kisses are pressed along the insides of my thigh, each time closer, but not really soon enough, having me groaning quietly at the need for friction, which is soon replaced by a moan at the moment their tongue slips past my folds.

“Fuck, Party,” I gasp softly as I hold onto their shoulders and lean back against the wall, almost losing my balance at the feeling of the warm rough sensation against my clit, up and down then around it, making it almost impossible to hold back the moans, even more when they hum, eyes fluttering and meeting mine. It’s almost shameful how high-pitched it sounds once their lips close around my clit to suck on it, and fuck, my thighs quiver, it feels so fucking good— “Party—”

A soft moan comes from Party as they pull stop sucking, running their tongue flat against my clit instead before it dives down to trace my entrance. Their fingers sink into my skin, a hand around my hip and the other digging into my thigh, but Party is suddenly pulling away, only letting their hand around my hip when they’re suddenly standing up again.

“Can’t fuckin’ wait,” they mutter.

The bitter taste of Party’s mouth greets me when they press their lips to mine, pressing me more to the wall in a way it digs more into my shoulder blades, but it barely matters, not as we messily kiss, barely able to keep our lips together properly given how heavily we breathe, though it still feels as good, with our hands everywhere as I can’t get enough of them, which seems to be thankfully returned.

Party pulls me gently, enough for me to start taking steps forward then back, stopping at the moment something cold touches my lower back—the marble surface of the counter.

“Let me fuck you,” they mumble against my lips, “turn around.”

The counter’s marble makes me shiver, tensing up a little according to how it comes in contact with my forearms and my upper stomach, but it’s barely relevant given how Party’s hands are on my hips again. Their hips press to mine as they lean forward, leaving a soft kiss between my shoulder blades at the same time I start to feel a light pressure to my entrance.

“(K/n),” Party whines softly with a hum before they’re pushing in, having both of us moaning softly until their thighs meet the back of mine, and a tap on their hand has them starting to move, at first only experimentally, but soon their hips are pushing forward to meet mine heavily and a louder moan escapes my lips with it. Party’s hands grow tighter around my hips, their face still pressed to my back and muffling their moans, shamefully, but they’re barely able to contain it when I push my hips back to meet theirs.

“Fuckin’... Damn, fucking Jet should’ve left earlier, I wanted to fuck you good like this so bad,” they breathe, voice shaking lightly with moans. “Almost couldn’t handle it for long.” Their arms snake around my waist, changing the angle of their thrusts in a way that— Hell, my arms give up under me. They feel so fucking good and hot and...

“Just— faster,” I groan, arching my back as I reach a hand back until I feel my fingers tangling with Party’s hair, their head resting almost on my shoulder. “Fuck, don’t stop, Party,” I gasp under the sound of their pleased sounds and the constant slapping of skin against skin that now fills the diner, but it’s just impossible to keep silent, even more with how they keep thrusting just at the right spot more often than not.

“Would’ve fucked you at the spot if he didn’t leave so soon,” Party grumbles again, a comment that would’ve made me roll my eyes in any other situation, but all I can do now is briefly imagine the situation and curse at how it stirs something in my lower stomach.

“You wouldn’t.” I arch my back again.

“Yes, I would!” They click their tongue, mumbling something under their breath that I never have the chance to ask for them to repeat given how their hand trails down my torso.

A string of curses escapes my lips and my thighs quiver once Party’s fingers meet my clit, stroking it in rhythm with their thrusts, rubbing circles into it, making this familiar feeling quickly pool down in my lower stomach.

“P-Poison, stop, stop!” I pat their head lightly. “Stop!”

Despite cursing, Party does pull away after a thrust or two, pressing kisses to my back until I catch my breath and glance back at them.

“Did I hurt you?” They furrow their eyebrows, eying me up and down.

“No, it’s not about it!” I turn around to cup their face, and press my lips to theirs in a soft peck. “I don’t wanna cum too soon. Give me a moment.”

“Right.” Party nods. Their hands gently rest on my hips, rubbing them softly before their arms are around my torso again as their lips meet my neck, mouthing at it, though it soon grows more urgent. They pant softly between the kisses pressed to my neck, also sucking and tugging on the skin with their teeth, in a way I bend back lightly with the motion, melting against them and wrapping my arms around their neck for support, but they never stop.

“Party,” I mumble, uselessly, unable to do anything rather than follow their motions, even if it gets harder to keep my balance when one of their hands grips on the back of my thigh, bringing it up around them according to how it goes up my ass, groping onto the skin and... “Floor.”

If the wall and the counter were uncomfortable, the floor is like having the two summed up together, with the difference that I don’t need to think so hard about holding myself up now, which is a great relief, even more given how pain had started to tug on the back muscles of my legs.

“You’re perfect, y’know that?” Party cups my face to lock their lips with mine in yet another kiss, a deeper one this time that almost has me out of breath when we pull away.

Despite their comment, I say nothing in response, instead observing them, their red cheeks, pale skin, and bright red strands already gluing to their forehead with the sweat. Perfect.

“Are you fine now?” Party raises an eyebrow and runs their tongue between their lips, throwing a glance down to adjust their position between my legs.

“Yeah, yeah!” I wrap my arms around their neck again to tug them close.

Party slips in easier this time, yet again starting a fast pace that has both of us moaning at the same moment. Their hands wrap around my thighs, fingers sunk deep into the skin to give the support they need to have their thrusts as fast as our need requires.

Whatever Party mumbles turns out incoherent, lost among moans before they press they’re kissing me again, mostly nibbling and sucking on my bottom lip, but it doesn’t keep their attention for long this time since they soon kiss their way down to my neck, most likely leaving behind marks, which I’ll later look at in the mirror only to remember this. Awesome.

A shaky sigh escapes my lips as I lean my head back, letting my fingers tangle with the strands of hair on the back of Party’s head to tug on them so they’re letting out whiny moans, their thrusts stuttering at the same time they adjust their grip around my thighs, fingers sliding against the skin due to the sweat.

“You feel so fucking good, Party, fuck.” I arch my back with a low moan, pulling Party closer to me by their hair.

“(K/n),” they groan, my name barely recognizable, but still there among their moans. “I—”

A sound coming outside has both of us pausing. What the fuck is that? Are we spending too long fucking or did the guys decide to return too soon? Either way, Party and I share a look, enough to send us pulling away and standing up with wobbly legs, but still able to gather our stuff before we are making our way back to Party's room. My heartbeat pulses on my cheeks when we’re back to their room, and I toss myself on the bed whilst Party burns red. We can only hear ourselves breathing heavily before the familiar sound of muffled voices behind the door has us exhaling heavily and chuckling.

“That was close,” they chuckle, locking their door, and steps closer. The mattress sinks under their knees as they make their way closer to me, soon resuming to the position they had earlier on the floor, between my legs.

I hum with a nod, this time deciding to continue sprawled across the mattress. Ten out of ten. Best place today regarding comfort.

“Not gonna lie, I was getting close.” Party presses their lips together in a thin line as their brow lowers.

“Poor Party,” I chuckle, compelling them to roll their eyes whilst their hands hook under my knees and pull my thighs up against myself, almost having me hiding myself again if I weren’t so needy to finish, in the first place. “We’re even, then.”

“You weren’t interrupted, though. Not against your will.” They roll their eyes with a sigh, making me almost chuckle if I didn’t moan instead at the feeling of Party pushing their cock in again, letting out a breathy moan themself as they start to move their hips slowly until finally catching a good, fast pace again.

My hands grasp onto the sheets of their bed, the grip becoming tighter according to how harshly or how deep Party pushes, but it soon becomes a constant when they find just the right stroke, having both of us moaning equally loud and just as often.

“Fuck, Party, harder,” I groan as I arch my back, helplessly letting my mouth fall open once they do as said, their hips meeting the back of my thigh in a harsher motion that sends the pleasure ringing up my spine repeatedly at the same time I can feel them twitching, though keeping up with the rhythm of their thrusts this time. I press my eyes shut, gripping onto the sheets, trying to do something—anything—that helps Party’s motions, as much as it’s hard to keep my hips in the same position that has my thighs twitching for long given how I need to be arching my back for it.

Party lets out a deep moan, pausing for a moment that doesn’t even last enough for me to complain, only letting out a gasp with how their fingers meet my clit once again at the same time their hips start to move again. The sounds are caught in my throat for a moment, only starting to escape my lips after I finally get used to the pleasure and cry out softly, feeling the knot in my lower stomach quickly tighten more and more with each of their motions.

My attempts to warn Party about how I’m close go in vain, sounding messy between all the sounds that escapes my lips before it’s finally hitting me. I arch my back against the mattress at the same time my fingers painfully dig into my palms through the fabric of the sheets, practically irrelevant before the sensation that runs up my thighs, having me coming around Party for especially long after all the fucking wait. Party continues thrusting almost until the overstimulation threatens to kick in, almost having my legs twitching with every thrust, and a moan comes from them before something warm lands on my thigh and they pant heavily.

“Damn,” Party mumbles, using a dirty shirt that was lying around to clean their cum away from my leg, and soon lies down next to me. “Oh, wow, that was awesome,” they breathe as they cup my face, peppering kisses all over my face. “Fucking worth it! I love you so much!”

“Yeah,” I breathe a chuckle, feeling a grin tug on my lips. “I love you lots!” I place my hands over theirs, catching their lips in a soft kiss. “Now, c’mon, I want you, cuddle me!” I wrap my arms around them to bring them closer. Even with a whine, they do nuzzle my chest softly, resting their head on it as they snuggle closer.

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A shaky sigh escapes my nose as Jet grazes his lips over my neck, hands settled on my hips, and what would just look like he is giving me some love while he watches me work on fixing my radio, but... Fuck, I hum a little when he pushes his hips against mine, hence I need to just pause for a moment so I won’t ruin the radio any further. My knuckles even become tight around the screwdriver’s handle.

“Jet, stop,” I breathe. Even if it’s pretty much useless, I do try to give Jet’s hand a squeeze, only resulting in his grip tightening around my hips. “‘M busy, let me finish this...”

“You have all the time to finish this.” He presses kisses to my neck, each kiss lingering for longer against the skin, turning into soft sucking. “You can use another radio or something. Look at you, do you really think you can go back to work now? It’s funny because I barely did anything to you and I bet you’ve even forgotten what you were doing.”

“That’s a lie!” I slap his hand, lighter than I’d like to, practically just tapping it.

A deep chuckle comes from Jet and sends a shiver running down my spine, even more with how he mouths at the skin lightly. “And what were you doing, then?”

“I was...” The words just escape my grasp, much like the way the information simply vanishes from my mind and I stare at the screwdriver and the open radio without knowing a lot. “I was messing with the, um, transistors,” I swallow, grasping onto the easiest—but vaguest—information my brain can summon.

“Sure,” Jet hums sarcastically—I can’t help but to internally die a little with it. “Well, but you can continue it later, can’t you, baby? The radio isn’t going anywhere while you come with me, right?” The thought of what he can do does cross my mind, and even if he is right in every sense, something inside me still refuses to give in so easily. Maybe it’s just to see how far he’ll go, to see what he’s up to doing to get what he wants. “Are you really going to turn it down like this?”

“Jet,” I groan softly at how his hips push into mine again at the same time his hand hovers over my crotch, with something poking against my ass this time, and just notice he removed the screwdriver from my hand when he is placing it on the table already, glancing around to check if no one is around, but only the two of us are in the former convenience store area with no sign of the presence of anyone else. “I... Fine.”

“Good boy.” The way Jet’s lips linger over my neck makes me squirm a little in his touch, but it thankfully doesn’t take long until he is taking me along with him to my bedroom.

Jet is kissing me right after he closes the door behind me, pressing his lips to mine firmly, though still carrying that sweetness and care of always that somehow has me melting into him every time, making it easier or harder for him to get me whenever he wants. It’s easier this time, with how we start to stumble towards his bed after kicking off our shoes, only stopping when I’m gently pushed to sit down on the mattress.

My lungs shudder with a soft sigh whilst I quietly watch Jet get rid of his jacket then proceed to do the same with his shirt. The sight itself helplessly snatches a quiet hum from me and I would’ve touched the skin, at least holding onto his waist, if he wasn’t quickly moving to unbuckle his belt, so I help him with it instead, quickly undoing his pants, too, so I can mouth at his cock through the dark blue underwear. He tenses up, hands in the air until a throaty moan escapes his lips and one of his palms rests on my shoulder instead while he uses his free hand to play with my hair.

“Eager...” He exhales softly, his fingers gently running up and down the back of my head. “See, there was no use in being so stubborn.”

“You like the struggle, don’t lie,” I mumble before my lips press down to the tip of his cock just to have the pleasure of hearing him moan suddenly and stutter, but it doesn’t take long until he clicks his tongue.

“Doesn’t mean you need to be bad and bratty now.” Jet rests a hand on the back of my head to pull me towards him at the same time his hips push forward. “You were doing so well so far.” He shakes his head, pressing his fingers to the back of my neck in a nice manner before he pulls away. “C’mon. Clothes off.”

Jet only shows me a small smile at how I pout at him, but eventually as told.

“Clothes off means all of them.” He nods towards my underwear, making me blush as I remove it as well, fighting this feeling that buzzes under my skin, telling me to just disagree with everything he says instead just to see what he is going to do. Even if the outcome is predictable—and not that good—something in me always thinks he will somehow have a different reaction. “Now, that’s it. Sit against the headboard, hm? Touch yourself for me. Show me how you do it when you’re alone.”

I furrow my eyebrows, adjusting the pillows behind me so I’m actually in a half sitting up position. “Who said I do anything when I’m alone?”

“So you don’t?”

“No,” I scoff, rolling my eyes.

Jet narrows his eyes at me for a moment before he hums. “Well, do it anyway, it doesn’t matter.” A grin tugs on his lips, dripping that same smugness that always makes me want to wipe that grin off his face, but I’m not able to do a lot, after all. “Go on, I’m waiting.”

My eyes drift down to the mattress as I try to recompose myself at least a little bit, just enough to face his reaction with at least a little of decency. He’s about to say something else when I pull my legs apart, resting my feet flat over the bed as I lower my hand between my legs, sighing shakily while I graze my entrance, enough to dip my fingers into the wetness to bring the wetness over to my clit, immediately thrusting my hips into my fingers.

“Fuck,” I mumble softly as I use my other hand to hold my folds apart—a quiet, deep sound comes from Jet and he noticeably tenses up before quickly removing his clothes.

The mattress shifts a little with how Jet crawls towards me, coming to a stop only when he is kneeling between my legs, hips only inches away from mine, and his hands rest heavily over my waist. Something about the contact has me adding more pressure to my touches, unable to suppress a moan with it, which is unfortunately embarrassing and hotten at the same time due to how Jet observes me so intently and from so close.

“You look all pretty like this, don’t you? But so fucking dirty, even had the audacity to pretend you never touch yourself when you’re alone, but that’s not what I’ve seen already.” He groans softly, stub scratching my chest lightly with how he presses a kiss to it, though easily snatching a moan from me with his words—I trace my entrance lightly, sighing as I give more attention to my clit, moving my fingers faster at his words. “What?” He chuckles. “Sometimes I walk past your room when going to the diner, at night, and it’s so easy to hear your poor little moans with how quiet it is.”

The thought of Jet standing right outside the door when I get needy at night during the nights I don’t sleep at his or Kobra’s room easily has this feeling building in my lower stomach pathetically quickly.

“J-Jet, ‘m close,” I breathe, hoping it would actually be his hand touching me now. He is so close. He is here. Why can’t he just touch me instead? A soft groan escapes my lips with how I slide a couple of fingers past my entrance, muffling a moan by biting down on my lower lip as my other hand continues working against my clit.

“Keep going.” Jet presses his lips to the base of my neck, nipping and sucking at the thin and sensitive skin. “You know I’m going to ruin you later anyways, doesn’t matter whether you come now or later.” The disdain laces his voice as he hums softly, just continuing to nibble down to my collarbones, most likely leaving behind marks on the skin that easily have me moaning and squirming under him while trying to push my fingers in further. “Go on,” he breathes, “show me how much you need me right now, hm? I bet you wish I would be fucking you already, folding you over yourself as you’re barely able to think.”

“Mmph, fuck, no,” I breathe with the smallest bit of strength I still have, cut out by a moan once Jet’s teeth sink harder into the skin, compelling me to curl up my fingers inside me.

“Can’t believe you’re still stubborn like that,” he scoffs, his thumb pressing down to a spot under my jaw and helplessly making me drop my head back—he nibbles down lightly under my jaw, then lets his tongue run soothingly over the bruised skin. “But it’s okay. You won’t even be able to speak anything soon. Look at you now, barely able to say anything and you’re the one touching yourself.”

It’s hard to think about anything else rather than Ray’s touches while his words swim in my mind, all of it quickly making me gasp and jerk my hips into nothing as my release hits me, the tingly sensation running my my thighs as I curl into Jet with a moan, my thighs digging into his sides with my attempt of pulling them together.

Jet sits back between his legs as he pulls my hands away from me, humming as he drags his tongue along my fingers, making my cheeks burn at the sight—even if I can already feel my pulse on the back of my head. His lips press to mine messily, but I do manage to return the kiss, sighing softly against his lips and wrapping my arms around his neck. He brings my legs up, hooking his hands under my knees, and the feeling of his dick pressing my clit makes me gasp, aching my back a little.

“Hey, you left your things...” The voice trails off at the same time a shiver runs down my spine, but it’s not that bad seeing Kobra standing there. A blank expression adorns his face, but there’s a hint of a lack of surprise while he slowly closes the door behind himself. “Very considerate how I wasn’t informed about anything.” He glares at Jet while kicking his shoes off then shrugging off his jacket.

“I didn’t know you needed to be warned about everything.” Jet rolls his eyes, rolling his hips against mine, easily making me whine, sinking my nails into his shoulders.

“Fuck you and get off there.” He clicks his tongue as he pulls his shirt over his head, soon working on undoing his pants to lower them along with his underwear. A sharp sigh escapes his nose with how Jet raises an eyebrow at him. “C’mon, you had your time and you didn’t even tell me a thing, I deserve it.” He grabs his bandana from his pants before he tosses them to the ground, and Jet has no choice rather than to move away at the moment he crawls over to me.

Kobra’s eyes never meet mine while he moves to grab both of my hands, tying them together by my wrist, and his expression doesn’t change even with how I groan softly in protest to the restraints. Can’t he react even a little bit? The way the only kind of attention he demonstrates is towards Jet while trying to push him away further has something sinking in my stomach at the same time I find myself craving some kind of touch again like I never even came in first place, but it’s hard to demonstrate it given how I can barely do anything while Kobra makes me turn around as if I was dead weight, pulling my hips up as he grinds his hips against mine—only his breathing falls out of pace as he gradually grows hard, a complete opposite to the mess I am already.

“All wet already,” Kobra moans out softly, “didn’t Jet take care of you, pretty boy? Bastard.”

Even if I can only see the headboard and my tied hands ahead of me, I am able to imagine the bitter glare they exchange between each other, a image that quickly vanishes from my mind at the moment I feel Kobra pressing to my entrance, enough to make me gasp sharply and exhale with a moan as he pushes in, not too slowly, but not fast either.

“Fuck,” I moan softly, feeling Kobra slowly start a heavy rhyth, making me moan almost every time his thighs meet the back of mine, sending a slapping sound cutting through the room along with our moans and Jet’s unpaced breathing.

Jet can easily manhandle me, as if I was nothing, but he isn’t harsh like Kobra can be, with his nails digging into my hips to hold me in place as he pushes his hips against mine roughly, sending intense pleasure running up my spine, but never lasting too much, just enough so my release won’t build in so easily.

My thighs quiver a little as Kobra manages to go in deep each time, and even if it’s enough to make me go weak, my clit throbs at the lack of enough friction, which only gets worse after I acknowledge it. Kobra’s hold is too tight to allow me to bring my thighs together, which has me tugging against the bandana, only earning me a burning feeling around my wrists and probably future marks that may or may not attract unwanted attention—still, the thought of seeing the marks the two leave behind and remembering how I got them is also so hot.

“Kobra,” I gasp softly, doing my best to push myself back against him even with messy movements due to how my chest is pressed to the mattress.

“What, baby?” A soft moan escapes his lips while he rubs circles into my skin, his hips snapping harshly against mine, hence I’m breathless for a moment, unable to breathe in air properly even to moan.

“Touch me, please...?” I arch my back with a gasp, my moans muffled by how my face presses to the mattress.

“Oh, but you’re doing so well,” he mumbles with a fake sadness that’s dragged out by a groan. “C’mon, I know you can hold on for a little longer, can’t you? You’ve gone through so much worse for us, I’m sure you could even cum untouched if we wanted you to. Be good.” Despite the sweet words, a dry tone lingers in his voice, making me curl up and whine knowing he won’t do anything further.

The lack of touch, however, easily fades away, harshly pushed out of my mind with how Kobra’s hand on my upper back forcer me to arch against him a little more, apparently the perfect position for him to finally stop holding himself back, compelling me to moan and squirm under him. My nails sink into my palms, stinging, but I find myself unable to stop doing it while Kobra continues with such a harsh rhythm. The rustling of the sheets against my cheek almost burns with the way my body rocks according to his thrusts, something that’s barely important compared to how good he feels inside me... just not to last that long.

A gasp escapes my lips with how Kobra suddenly pulls away with no warning, leaving me clenching around the nothing, agonizing with the empty feeling, and almost losing my balance at the lack of any grip around my hips.

Soft mumbling escapes my lips—complaints and curses—while I try to focus less on the intense hot feeling that runs up my spine, pulsing on the back of my neck and slowly fades into need.

Only falling to my side reminds me of where I am and what I’m doing, reducing the pitiful state I’m in due the hand on my hip, before I’m pulled up and settled down again, this time against Jet, straddling his lap and able to throw my arms around his head, not exactly around his neck due to how he half–lies down against the pillows.

A soft sigh escapes my lips as I nuzzle Jet, pressing a few kisses to his neck. “Please touch me, pretty please,” I groan, almost sure he won’t be able to understand what I say since the words sound messy even to me, high-pitched and breathless. “‘Need to cum. Please, Jet.” I rock my hips against his with a moan, feeling him tense up under me at the same time his hands tighten around my thighs.

“Well, I hope you know I’m keeping my promise from earlier,” he breathes and moans again at how I’m once more moving my hips against his.

Despite the whole thing, Jet does let me grind against him a few times, having both of us moaning quietly until he finally decides to bring me a little up, just enough to lower me on his cock, making me gasp and squirm with how he starts moving right away—on an opposite to Kobra, he manages to reach all the right spots at the same time whenever he thrusts in, making me cry softly against his shoulder, barely able to move myself if it weren’t for his hands helping me and guiding my motions.

“Hell, look at the mess we turned you in already,” Jet mumbles against my shoulder with a deep moan that goes straight to my lower stomach. “Doesn’t even look like you were all reluctant like that at first, hun. You were really made for us.”

“Fuck, yeah...” I let out a breathy moan, rolling my hips, and immediately let out a louder moan at how good it feels, easily having Jet tensing up under me as well, but feeling something behind me does make me freeze. A choked gasp escapes my lips at feeling the already wet fingers trace my hole at the same moment a hand is placed on my waist, and it has me stopping even if it’s Kobra’s light touch.

“Shhh, just relax,” Kobra says soothingly, sounding rather distant, which’s quickly explained by how I feel a finger pushing past the ring of muscles.

Discomfort is the first thing I’m met with, making me want to squirm, only to notice how impossible it actually is due to how they hold me in place, somehow making me wish even more that the bandana weren’t tied around my wrists. Even if the discomfort doesn’t fade away so easily, Kobra’s gentle motions do build in a consistent pleasure that continues there and only becomes stronger after he adds a second finger, and I’m actually eager to move my hips by the third.

“Easy,” Jet chuckles as he adjusts his grip around my thighs, but I only groan in frustration—even working a word past my lips feels like too much of a struggle right now.

Kobra’s fingers leave behind almost the same terrible empty sensation from earlier, though it doesn’t last that long this time, with his cock pressing to my hole this time instead.

“Fuck,” I whine, arching my back, and wish I could grip onto Jet instead of being held by these stupid restraints, even if each time I remember about them, something stirs in my lower stomach. “Mmph...” A hand is pressed to my lower back as Kobra slowly pushes in, more careful this time and actually giving me time to adjust before he can start moving—fucking moving.

The air feels thicker, harder to get in my lungs no matter how much I gasp for it, making me let out choked moans and barely able to squirm this time now with both of them fucking me. It’s too much, but in a good way, feeling both of them moving, and it’s so good, makes me feel so full. Jet and Kobra probably say something, but their voices are but incoherent sounds merging with the background, drowned out by all the pleasure.

I gasp loudly—whatever they do, it makes me arch my back, bringing my hands close and helplessly pulling Jet’s head to my neck without much effort. Jet mouths at the skin, tugging on it with his teeth and pressing soothing kisses over it, his grip only tightening around me while Kobra does the same, and at the same time it feels like their touch is fucking hot, burning into my skin, I don’t want them to let go.

“Fuck,” I moan—or at least try to—as I feel my release approaching dangerous quickly, soon having the pleasure running up my thighs, then my spine just to go down again at once, leaving behind the throbbing between my legs as I curl my toes around nothing, a little worried about the pain that tugs on my thigh a little too much. Even if my mind doesn’t go blank, continuing to follow what goes on around me, the exhaustion is quick to hit me a few seconds later, only allowing me to feel Kobra and then Jet finally coming.

Kobra says something, probably to Jet as I can feel him nodding, then the pressure around my wrists is gone, replaced by soft kisses against the bruised skin.

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"Here," I mutter, handing the paper back to Fun Ghoul – he grins happily with it, observing the small heart with wide eyes and holding it like it was the most important thing in the world, currently.

"That's awesome, thank you!" He doesn't even look at me before jumping away to wherever. Ghoul spent some good ten minutes trying to get me to make one of these hearts for him, which are basically folded paper. Apparently, Poison refused to do it for him, so he recurred to me, knowing the red-haired had taught me how to make these some weeks ago.

Poison follows Ghoul with their eyes and shakes their head to themself, finally approaching to take the seat beside me. "Annoying."

"You're the annoying one, you could've easily done it for him, but no!" I roll my eyes, leaning my head against their shoulder, practically slouched over the seat, nuzzling them lightly.

A low complaint comes from Poison, but their attention is mainly on the radio they've got in hands, fidgeting with it in what I assume to be a poor attempt of fixing the object after stubbornly refusing to let Jet do it instead.

I met Poison some years ago. Both of us are similar, in a way, but the fact actually set us apart for a long time. Now that time enough has passed for us to look back and think well about what has happened, it's clear things weren't exactly our fault and, if we're going to talk for real about this, there was almost a start of a good friendship in one of the first times we talked to each other, when we were in a party.

Unfortunately, things started taking another way when people started noticing us and seeing us as competitive extremes battling to be the greatest influence in the zones and I don't know when we get lost in the reality of the rumors. Nothing that a few drunk confessions couldn't solve, fortunately.

"I think we should go out later," I mutter, taking a hold of Poison's jaw, and turn their head to press our lips together. They hum, like if saying they'll think about it.

Stupid.

Give me attention.

A comfortable silence falls between us. I observe Poison. The sun is bright out there, almost setting itself, thankfully in a direction the light is not hitting us and, still, the light that comes from the outside casts over Poison. The light tones contrast against the dark ones of the diner, making them look so beautiful – well, they are beautiful, but they're aren't any less or any more, what's be impossible, right now, it's just a different kind of beauty.

My eyes drift towards the radio. All the seriousness and concentration that Poison has almost made me believe they actually know what they're doing, which is immediately proved wrong once I take a look at their job.

Telling them what they should've done will just get me in trouble, so I just move to show what needs to be done, briefly, just a hand motion towards one of the main parts and I believe they're able to take it from there. All that time observing Dr. D and Cola fixing radios sometimes do turn out to be useful, sometimes.

Some minutes go by. Poison gives up. Predictable. A sharp sigh escapes their lips as they roll their eyes, just placing the radio on the table rather carelessly – carelessly enough to show their annoyance, but not that they'll cause any useless damage to the object, which will probably continue there until someone like Kobra or Jet decide to fix it instead because Poison will not be touching it again and admit they failed on something.

"Okay, let's go." Poison stands up in a sudden manner that would send me falling to the cushion if I weren't fast enough. Their tone holds no patience, something comprehensible and that'll most likely end soon.

I can't hold back a grin as following Poison, wrapping my arms around their waist from behind, pressing soft kisses to their neck.

"(K/n)!" They protest with a chuckle, hands over mine. With me glued to them like this, our steps towards the front door turned into messy and slow ones while we try to not step on each other's feet. I grin against their neck, hugging them tightly for a moment before finally pulling away and taking their hand in mine, rushing towards my car, both of us giggling in the way.

Once we've taken our seats, Poison presses their lips to mine once again, their usual clinginess starting to show and I've got no complaint about that. I can remember people commenting about how it doesn't even seem we used to be so competitive in the past when seeing how we can be protective over each other and do not let go of each other, but little do they know how things can be even cheesier between us.

Being with Poison means midnight car drives, lots of unusual dates and neck kissing, sometimes it's just hanging out in their room while wearing each other's clothes and a lot of cuddling.

Things go further than that, even.

Poison isn't just a person with red hair, an immense bulletproof ego and outgoing attitude. They weren't made this way, but shaped up to such a point by life and there's still a bit of what they used to be. You find out being outgoing, stubborn and egocentric is just a defense mode and they can be shy and easily impressed.

Knowing Poison trusts me enough to show other sides of themself makes me so damn happy.

A few more kisses are shared before I finally pull away so I can start driving. Soon, Poison starts fidgeting with the radio until music starts filling the car. One of the songs of the CD Dr. D got me with my favorite tracks, like usual. Driving without music feels even weird now.

The car ride is rather calm, there's not much words to describe the moment besides saying we're enjoying each other's presence. It is enough. I glance at them and Poison is looking out the window, red bangs sent flying with the wind, their attention on watching the desert passing by – I smile a bit, a pleased sigh escaping my nose.

Finally, I stop the car. There's a place where we usually hang out – it's got an extremely beautiful view while dracs hardly ever show up around here, but it would be easy to spot one if that was the case. Well, people don't usually come here at all. A diner with other three or four people doesn't give you much privacy, neither does an abandoned gas station with another two, in a way we were obligated to find somewhere else to hang out and it's usually here or another gas station down Zone Five's south, but it's too far, though the best for fucking. Anyways, wherever we go, we're always with our guns.

We share a look the moment I let go of the steering wheel and kill the engine.

There's an unspoken agreement with us leaving the car at the same moment, just to get back in, taking the back seats this time, and our lips are connected once again before the doors are even thrown shut.

Poison's kiss is filled with a certain kind of urgency – not just because of the way their lips move against mine, also because of how their hands grip onto my clothes, pulling me closer. Understandable. We haven't had proper time with each other for almost a week. Too many dracs.

"Goddamnit..." Poison mutters under their breath.

They pull away briefly and I open my eyes lightly to see them looking down at us for a moment. Resuming the kissing, their hands now trail down my torso, pushing me until I’m in the middle of the seat, and I finally get their goal once Poison throws one leg over my legs then sets themself down on my lap with a satisfied smile.

I raise my eyebrows in amusement, earning a smirk in response while Poison starts removing their jacket, followed by their shirt, both thrown to the front seats. It doesn’t matter how many times I see their body, their bare skin, I’ll always find it impossibly beautiful.

The light coming from the sunset bathes a slice of pale skin down their chest in an orange tone, making a wonderful contrast, which gets even better considering the car’s dull tones and the colors playing on the sky, going from a strong pink tone to a soft yellow one dying the clouds in the sunlight’s way. And it’s so calm. It’s just us and nothing else; me, Poison, my hands tight around his thighs, lips pressed against their chest and, damn…

A quiet gasp comes from Poison, their fingers tangling themselves with my hair, creating a light pressure with pushing me closer to their chest. Knowing what they want, I start to pull lightly on the warm, soft skin with my teeth, earning myself a groan from them.

My fingers dig into Poison’s thighs, a task that demonstrates itself to be harder than I thought due to the tight jeans, though appreciated by them anyways. Still, what seems to really please Poison is my thumbs rubbing circles into their hips at the same time my lips now meet this special spot on the base of their neck, sucking and nibbling on it.

“(K/n),” they whine quietly, breath growing heavier according to how much I continue with it.

At some point, one of my hands follows along with the jeans’ waistline until meeting the trail of hair that starts a bit under Poison’s belly button and dives into their underwear, pressing down onto the skin in a sort of kneading motion, while my other hand takes place on the curve of their ass. I know when to stop because of the clearly involuntary jerk of hips coming from them.

I breathe a chuckle, also out of breath, but not as much as Poison. They look at me with something between an extremely pleased expression and an annoyed one – the first one is clearly stronger, even more judging by how tighter their jeans are getting by the seconds.

Poison wets their bottom lip. Their cheeks are almost as red as their now messy hair, with also red marks covering their body. They’re just so perfect and gracious and at the same time I would let them do whatever they’d like, that superior look they hold also makes me want to wipe it away from their face at the same moment. These continue in an internal debate inside me, the place and the situation not really allowing me to take a strict choice.

Throwing their head back slightly to push their chest forward, the gaze Poison shoots at me through half-lidded eyes is yet another invitation for my lips to meet their skin once again. My eyes drift towards their nipples.

The exact moment when Poison got their nipples pierced is another memory lost in my mind, turned into a blur through the time, but I still can remember the healing process and how they almost freaked out whenever accidentally hitting or brushing their nipples in a wrong manner. Nonetheless, I think it’s just one of the best fucking ideas they’ve ever had. I simply love these.

The rings are cold against my tongue – an opposite to the warm skin –, a familiar metallic taste following it. A few words of appreciation come from Poison, groaning softly as they pull me into them once again, so I start working more with my tongue and consequently snatch a string of quiet moans from them.

My name leaves Poison’s lips repeatedly, in what’d be desperation if it wasn’t due to them liking this so much. Maybe it’s really both. Their state makes the words turn out in a barely coherent mumbled manner, but it’s heaven to listen to them.

All the need is returned. My arms snake around their waist, tightly holding onto them, pulling them closer to me and I can feel their thighs pressed tighter to my hips.

Poison’s rant, however, is interrupted by a loud moan – I wrap my lips around their nipple, sucking lightly on it before sinking my teeth light in the skin around it. They push their hips forward, sounds getting louder according to how my motions continue, but I don’t stop until some seconds later.

When I finally pull away, Poison clearly needs a moment to recompose themself, still breathing heavily. Their head is thrown back and I judge their eyes are also pressed shut, so I limit myself to letting my lips linger over the skin of their heavily moving chest, pressing light kisses to it.

“(K/n),” Poison says as looking down, making me pull away enough to face them. “Touch me. Right now,” they demand, pressing their lips to mine.

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