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"Y/N." A sharp voice rang through your ears, waking you from your surprisingly peaceful slumber, well-as peaceful as can be out here in the zones.
It was possibly a couple of years ago, now you say possibly because there was no way to track time anymore, besides keeping track of when the sun and moon would come out. Anyway, it was a couple of years ago, and while wandering out in the zones (as you did often), you stumbled upon a building that looked somewhat like a gas station. Dead plants wrapped around the walls with graffiti painting them, it wasn't appealing in the slightest, but when you're walking in the dessert with no destination whatsoever, coming across a building-no matter the looks of it, was like winning the jackpot.
Buildings meant free things, free things could possibly be food and water … god, when was the last time you had an Ice cold drink? Just thinking of water made your throat feel dry, but those were the conditions you subjected yourself to after escaping that wretched city with people walking around as if the only thing they were feeling was sorrow, mourning the loss of what was once a vibrant, fun city that cheered up anyone who lived there as soon as they walked outside, but that was no longer the state the city was in, and you couldn't handle the gloominess of it.
Glass shards fell from the shattered window as you opened the rusty door of the convenience store. Much like the outside of it, the inside was filled with mold and weeds that have grown out of seemingly nowhere in the corners, with the addition of a musty smell. It looked as if not a single human being has been inside of it for at least decades. You explored the store, shelves stocked with rotten food with expiration dates dating back to the nineties. Nothing appetizing was on any of the shelves, filling you with disappointment. The drinks weren't that much different, everything but water being disgusting, and things you would rather die than ingest. You were lucky to even find water, you thought to yourself as you unscrewed one of the bottles and chugged it immediately-it was a bit warm, but it was better than nothing.
During the seconds of euphoria you felt from the feeling of water pouring down your throat, a loud zap rang through the store, startling you enough to jump and spill a bit of water on your shirt, cursing yourself for wetting your already ruined shirt. Your eyes were wide, taking one last gulp from your water before turning around incredibly, almost comically slow, clutching the water in your right hand.
Upon turning around, a laser gun was pointed to your head, making your heart almost jump out of your throat. However the person holding the gun wasn't all that intimidating, though you would never say that out loud. They had bright, almost blinding red hair, it was falling in front of his face in a way that made it surprising it didn't aggravate him yet. Their hazel eyes were piercing into yours, as if he was looking into your soul, and if you weren't confident in your ability to stand up for yourself, you would be shivering in utter fear. He was wearing a yellow mask over his face that matched his gun, silently loving the little designs you assumed he drew on.
He scanned your features before speaking, his raspy voice catching you off guard for a bit.
"Who are you?" They inquired, clenching his jaw after he spoke.
You glanced back up at the yellow gun that was held against your forehead, looking back at him as you screwed the cap of your water bottle back on before answering. You told him your name, looking him up and down until you look into his eyes with the same expression he's giving you, silently telling him you weren't someone to be fucked with.
They squinted their eyes at you, probably deciding whether or not you're dangerous. He finally put the gun back into his...pocket? You honestly had no idea where he put the thing. You heard the door creak open, moving your head to the side to see past the mysterious man and to the door, entering was another guy who had blonde, short hair, which had a slight darkness to it on the sides of his head. The bright red jacket that was wrapped around him snugly caught your attention easily. He looked similar to the other guy who was just debating whether to kill you or not.
He stopped in his tracks upon seeing you, looking caught off guard before glancing at the red-haired man. "This is "Y/N," He said while pointing at you, using his free hand to lift his mask up, and you swore you could've passed out at the sight of the side of his quite attractive face, not to be dramatic though. He turns to you, which you were not ready for, before speaking.
"I'm party poison, this is kobra kid," He gestures to the man who just entered. You gave him a tiny wave, his face twisting in confusion at your oddly enthusiastic gesture, giving the situation, nonetheless he waves back at you, his lip twitching into a small smile. After your awkward greeting, you told them of your situation, how you were miserably walking in the suffocating desert with no destination whatsoever. By the look on their faces, it seemed like they couldn't care less, which wasn't all that surprising. What was surprising is how they offered to provide you a safe place to stay. Apparently, they lived at a run down diner in the middle of the desert with two other people. It sounded appealing, a place to live, free from the heat, a bed, it was to good to deny. They said they'd let you live there if you made yourself useful; keeping the diner clean, going on runs, stuff like that. You gladly agreed, excitement running through your veins-ever since you escaped the city, you expected the worst for yourself everyday, but this could change everything. It gave you a sense of hope for your future-maybe you won't die in the next month. Following your arrival to the diner, you met Jet Star and Fun Ghoul-in all honesty, it was a bit hard not to giggle at their absurd names, but they were still very cool. You got adjusted to their grimy lifestyle very quickly, all three of them were sweet and genuine people who looked out for each other, and you admired them for that. However, Party was the complete opposite-even though the other three swore up and down he was just a bit stern, and that it takes a while for him to warm up to you, you could do nothing but believe he disliked you, and that you would never see that caring side of him the other three did.
But you put up with it, clashing with Party was the least of your worries out in the zones, you'd much rather constantly get criticized and glared at then have nowhere to rest your head at night. Your guaranteed safety was much more important to you.
Back to present day-you were already miserable not even a minute after waking up due to your rude awakening. Just as you expected, you recognized the voice to be Partys. A grumbly hum erupted from your throat, finally opening your eyes but immediately regretting it because of the deathly bright light-even though it came from a small lamp next to your bed. You lifted your arm over your eyes, squinting before complaining to him.
"Turn off the fuckin' light, dude." You demanded, although it came out more as a "please". He shook his head even though you couldn't see him, humming a "mm-mm." as he did so.
"You gotta get up, it's our turn to go on a run." He responded while walking over to your bed, staring down at your body, almost looking lifeless if it wasn't for your steady breathing. After a couple seconds of silence, he caught on to the way you looked cozy again, once again drifting off to a peaceful slumber as if Party wasn't glaring down at you. He sighed, reaching for your torn up sheets and tugging them off of you, earning a whine from you that almost made him chuckle.
You were pissed at him, first he woke you up rudely, then proceeded to tear you away from the comfort that was pulling you back in each passing second, your body screaming at you to go back to bed and ignore him. But of course, he wasn't going to let you do that. You turned over on your stomach, your face buried in your scratchy pillows as Party tried to pry his gaze away from the exposed skin due to your ridden up shirt. "I'll pass..." You muttered almost inaudibly as you turned your head over to Partys direction, looking up at him with a smile on your face.
Party being his usual stubborn self, he put his hand on his hip, shifting his weight to his right leg before responding, "Nuh-uh, that's not how this works, I have no problem throwing you out." He told you confidently, studying his features, he looked quite serious even though your comment was obviously a joke. Way to be a party pooper.
That finally gave you the will to sit up, still groggy as your eyes burned from the yellow light. Humming, you stretched almost cartoonishly, sending chills through your spine before letting yourself fall back down onto the mattress that lacked a sheet, unknown stains scattering it, but a bed is a bed.
You gazed up at Party, biting back a smile at his aggravated expression, he did not look pleased whatsoever. "Can I get ready first?" You asked him, attitude shining through your voice as you noticed his lack of movement, he looked like he was waiting for you to do something, which pissed you off even more. Raising a hand to move back his bright red hair, he responded with the same amount of aggravation, "Yeah, hurry up." He replied while walking out of the room, not even bothering to shut the door behind him.
It took you not long to get ready, throwing on the outfit that had the least dust and stains on it and making your hair look somewhat decent by moving it around with your hands, you didn't look presentable in the slightest, but you weren't going to see anybody so it didn't really matter. You stepped out into the main part of the diner, seeing Party and Ghoul chilling inside a booth, talking about something unimportant. You didn't even bother to ask for something to eat, you weren't exactly in the mood for dog food. When Party noticed you he gave you the fakest smile ever with lidded eyes, heading out of the diner as you followed him, waving Ghoul goodbye as he wished you luck.
Something that you'll never get used to is the blistering heat of the desert, it sometimes got so severe that you struggled to stay awake, mind foggy while your skin feels like its melting off. Lucky for you, today wasn't one of those days, it actually felt quite nice-for a desert, it was warm. Something that's rare nowadays.
Your withered and worn out shoes scuffed against the hot sand as you followed Party to the car, already bored out of your mind. They sensed your exhaustion as you plopped down in the passenger seat, not even looking at you as they put the key into the ignition, turning it before the car failed to turn on a couple of times, sighing in relief once it finally did while you sat in the passenger seat praying it would randomly shut down. Then maybe you wouldn't have to be dragged on a run with Party.
On second thought, they probably would've just made you walk.
Nothing but silence and tension filled the car, only being broken by Partys raspy voice. "It's not gonna take us that long, just grab a couple things and we can head back." He assured you, but that didn't stop you from wanting to pass out against the spray-painted car window, the heat making everything worse. To be honest, the kind-of-kind statement coming from Party surprised you a bit considering he was just forcing you out of bed and threatening to kick you out, but you didn't verbally question it, only raising and eyebrow as you responded, "Whatever,".
Party stopped trying to talk to you after realizing you weren't in the mood, not that he cared, he just didn't want to have an argument in that cramped car, knowing it would probably end in someone getting punched. He cracked a small smile at the sight of a mini, abandoned building, which they figured was probably packed with supplies, perfect, he thought.
The sudden stop of the car made you fly forward a bit, letting out a groan of frustration and earning a "shut up," from Party as you both stepped out of the car. The warm breeze messed up your hair a bit, but you didn't care as you dragged your feet to follow party towards the building. In your mind, you were just here for nothing but a couple more cans of dog food, as if that was worth your precious sleep. "Hurry up," He told you as he held the door open for you, scanning the view behind you to make sure nobody was following you both.
You stepped past him and into the building, seeing shattered glass and beer bottles scattered everywhere, wondering to yourself how the hell you were going to find anything that was of any use to you guys. A loud and disappointed sigh escaped his lips, trying to make the best out of the situation as he spoke, "Grab anything that doesn't look deadly," He lightly pushed you to the side, urging you to go look for stuff as you miserably complied.
Almost everything on the tiled floor was either broken or moldy, nothing catching your eye before you scanned the walls of the building. Cheap posters of advertisements filled it, you guessed the building you were in used to be a pizza place, seeing the posters being full of pizza discounts. You could use a warm slice of pizza right about now...
"Find anything useful yet?" Party shouted from the inside of a random closet that he was investigating, testing the light inside of it to see if it would turn on, it didn't. "Nope," You shouted back, your lips pursed as you kicked a piece of moldy pizza across the floor, smiling to yourself as it hit the wall, score. He stepped out of the closet, leaning himself against the wall, eyes squinting as he watched you examine anything that could catch your attention for at least five minutes. Noticing his staring and raising an eyebrow at him, "What?".
He gave you the same exact look he gave you when you first met, as if the second you weren't being watched you would pull out a gun and shoot him. It made you feel as if they were still suspicious of you, and for some reason that hurt you a bit. You felt you've proven that you can be trusted, and that you deserve more respect.
"Nothing..." His voice trailed off, looking you up and down. That made you exhale heavily, "What did I do this time?" You spat with a hand on your hip, eyebrows furrowing as you were genuinely confused. He gave you nothing but a "calm down,", making you scoff. Fuck this, you weren't dealing with this shit today. You turned around, heading for the door as you spoke, "I'll be in the car-not dealing with your shit,".
Small footsteps from the outside made you stop dead in your tracks, sand crunching beneath their feet as your heartbeat sped up. Just as you were about to turn around to face Party, he harshly gripped your wrist, making it hurt a little as he dragged your towards the other side of the building. Too many thoughts were racing through your head at that exact moment, "This was all your fucking fault, maybe if you would've-" Your harsh words were cut off by the palm of his hand slamming against your lips, making you keep quiet as he looked past you, worry in his eyes as he bit his lip. He searched around for a good place to hide, the cramped closet catching his eye.
You didn't let that slide, however. You tugged his hand away from your mouth as he dragged you towards the closet, speed-walking to it to not cause to much noise as you kept spewing insults and accusations his way. They tried to ignore them as he pushed you inside of the dark, and quite spooky closet, making you squeal loudly.
"Don't shove me," You shouted in his face, body pressed up against his as you pointed your finger at him. He huffed, trying to get you to shut up as the people moving outside were probably moving inside as you kept shouting at him, "Shut the fuck up, they're gonna hear us." He demanded as he took your face into his rough hands, pulling you even closer, you felt his warm breath against your chin. You couldn't see him, but you could feel his harsh and stern gaze, his eyes probably wide as he desperately needed you to shut up.
"You don't tell me what to do, you don't get to-" He cut you off by slamming his lips against yours, hurting them a bit as you groaned in surprise. You muttered a "what the," as you pushed him off of you, scanning over what you think to be his body, bolded through the darkness.
Nothing but heavy breathing and sexual tension filled the tight closet, Party shocked at what he just did, the feeling was mutual. The footsteps from outside got heavier, there were multiple people out there. Fear soon took over your thoughts once again, chewing on your lip nervously. Party opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off by doing something you'd only see in your most perverted dreams. You leaned him and kissed him, Party immediately catching on and being more than okay with it, he pulled you closer by your knotted hair that you didn't bother brushing this morning, grabbing a fistful of it as the other hand gripped your hip for dear life.
He let your bodies slam against the back of the closet, pressing you up against it before you pulled back and kept arguing with him, "If you would've let us stay back we would never be in this fucking situation," You stated boldly and gripped him by the collar of his signature jacket, trying to assert dominance as you pushed him to the door, slamming him against it as it made a loud banging noise. He whispered a "fuck,", reaching out to grip the back of your head and pull your lips to his sloppily, growling against them.
Pulling you off of him by your hair, you whined in pain, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes thanking god that he couldn't see your state in the dark. "Since you can't shut up-" He breathed heavily, forcing you down and onto your knees. You complied as your cheeks burned from embarrassment, hearing him unbuckle his belt swiftly, impressed at the one-handed move before feeling your face get pressed up against the crotch of his white jeans, nose rubbing against the denim.
He forced your head to look up at him despite the lack of sight, "-I'll make you shut up." He told you as he tugged his jeans down, his boxers probably going down with them as you felt something warm and hard slap your chin, whimpering at the pre-cum that stuck to your chin, licking it off and smiling at the taste. Tugging your head up by your hair slightly, you opened your mouth to let his cock inside, the taste making wetness pool in your underwear. He didn't give you a second to adjust, almost immediately forcing his cock down your throat, your head hitting the back wall and resisting the urge to gag. He kept thrusting in and out of your throat, using it as his grip on your hair only tightened.
You started hearing voices outside, trying to keep your whimpers low as your hands laid next to you limply, not knowing what to do with them. It's funny to think that a couple of seconds ago you wanted to kick him in the face, now your moaning around his cock as you slowly get forced into submission. Eventually, you started grinding down on nothing, desperate for release before sliding your hand down your pants to toy with your clit, noticing Partys thrusts getting rougher.
Pushing all the way in, he sat there for a second, making panic course through your veins as you started to choke, body getting hot as tears threatened to spill. You breathed through your nose quickly, brain getting fuzzy before he started thrusting again, "You like that, yeah? This is what you fuckin' get when you don't shut up-" He groans quietly, thrusts getting harder and deeper. "-like the good whore you are...fuck....." A high whine leaves his throat, your fingers circling your clit faster before letting them plunge into your wet cunt. Tears started streaming down your cheek, sniffling as his hips started rolling.
His cum spilled down your throat, holding his cock as deep as it could go for a couple of seconds before slowly pulling it out, feeling a bridge of saliva and cum connect from your mouth to his cock that was slowly going soft, swallowing his cum.
Still chasing your release, you moaned as you rested your forehead against his thigh after he pulled his pants up, hips grinding down onto your hand. Catching on, Party got on his knees and cupped your cheek, kissing the corner of your mouth then trailing small kisses down to your neck. "Come on..come on.." He whispers into the crook of your neck, touching your arm and moving his hand down. He grabbed the hand that you were fucking yourself with and took it out of your pants, making you groan in frustration.
He replaced your hand with his and started fingering you at a much faster pace, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing his face closer, kissing him. He moved his lips to your neck and suddenly bit you, making you yelp into his red hair, that oddly smelt good. "Feels good baby?" He breathes into your neck, smiling as he sucked and nipped at your skin. You nodded quickly, unable to form words as you babbled and squirmed, hips jerking as you came around his fingers, cunt tightening around them.
"There you go..." He whispered, bringing the fingers that were coated in your juices up to your swollen lips and letting you suck them, smiling around them. You sat there for a minute, letting what you and Party just did sink it. Things felt weird, not awkward, but weird. It was weird in a way that you felt things for Party that you've never felt before, for once it wasn't utter hatred and shame, but something that made you wanna cuddle up to him and scatter kisses on his face. His warm hand wiped the spilt tears away that were staining your cheeks, "You okay?" He asked sincerely, freaking you out but happy nonetheless. You hummed, "Mhm,".
The both of you waited for a couple minutes, hearing nothing but silence before he stood up. "Come here.." He whispered comfortingly and took your hand in his, helping you stand up. He opened the closet door, seeing nobody around. You both figured it was safe enough to head out, so you did, him still tightly holding your hand, making you blush.
You probably looked like a mess right now, tears staining your bright red cheeks with messy hair, but the way he looked at you told you otherwise once you both sat in the car. They parked the car in the driveway of the diner, sitting there for a second before grabbing your hand, rubbing his thumb over it, a small but loving gesture.
"Can I go back to sleep now?" You asked half-jokingly, "Only if I can join you," Party replies, pecking you on the lips before getting out of the car, leaving you with your thoughts and feelings of adoration towards him.