Aww yesss. I love me some good Ol' smut. So be prepared.

Edit: This was literally requested ages ago. Like, around last year. Holy shit I suck at this. If a task doesn't have a due date then I'm literally never going to do and leave it for ages. anyway changed his full name in this to protect the real man's privacy which youll see in the fic

Characters: Pal, Pat, Tord

Gender: Non-specific

WARNING: Nsfw, sexual content, swearing, Pal is OOC af

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Your breaths mingled together harmoniously as the man before you sandwiched you between him and the wall. You thread your hands through his hair as he continued to suck at the sensitive spot right below your ear lobe.

"P-Pal," you whined and breathed a moan, "R-Red Leader..He might find us like thi—" you cut yourself off as a rather loud moan parted from your mouth when Pal ground his hips roughly against yours. He leaned his head towards the nape of your neck, his chapped lips softly brushing over the shell of your ear.

"He may find us, he may not. He could even be watching us right now," his voice dangerously low and husky as he uttered softly into your ear. You let out a soft moan, the thought of being watched somehow excited you more. You never thought you were such an exhibitionist.

"G-god, Pal. We could get ourselves killed doing this—ah, fuck." You bit down on his shoulder, stifling an oncoming loud moan. Pal only smirked, hoisting you up so your legs wrapped around his waist tightly. He moved his hips against yours in a circular motion, the angle making his clothed cock rub against you deliciously.

"I need you..."

You bit your lip and looked down. God, you needed him just as much he needed you. Sighing, you looked up into his lust-filled eyes.

"Let's...make this quick. Okay? We can't get caught. Especially since we're in—what? A cleaning supplies cabinet? How very smart," you sarcastically remarked with a roll of your eyes. Pal chuckled and rested his face in the nape of your neck. "What? Pat would be all up in my ass if he caught me doing it in the office."

You snorted at that. "Yeah. And I bet you'd like it."

He shot you a playful glare. "Just be quiet so we don't get caught. Don't want your loud moaning to catch everyone's attention."

"You didn't deny it."

Before you could reply with another sarcastic remark, you trailed off when you felt his clammy hands begin to wander over your stomach and ghosting over your chest. You sighed softly as he kissed you lightly on your lips. Angling it so you could press your lips against his deeper, you snaked your arms around the back of his head.

You could feel his mischievous smirk into the kiss and rolled your eyes. Pulling away, you hovered your lips over his and smirked in return. Trailing your hot lips down the nape of his neck and over his Adam's apple you sucked on his slightly sweating, salty skin. Pal closed his eyes, feeling his head fall back and groan. You moaned and licked over the bruised skin, finishing with a small nip.

A speaker from outside the closet could be heard. It was Pat's voice over the intercom.

"Can we have Pal Van Toore up in Red Leader's office, please, in 10 minutes? That is Pal Van Toore. Thank you."

Pal hissed through his teeth. "Ah, fuck. They're looking for me. Can— can we just do a quickie? Are you wet enough?"

You stifled a laugh, clamping a hand over your mouth. "What? Did you really just ask 'are you wet enough'? God, Pal. That's hilarious." You bit down on your knuckle so you wouldn't be heard from outside. You just found this incredibly hysterical.

Pal, on the other hand, was unamused.

"Come on. I'm being serious here, okay? Do you think I could go in there as I normally would with a boner sticking out my fucking pants?" He huffed out in slight irritation and embarrassment. You couldn't help but feel your emotionless demeanour crack, an amused grin appearing on your face. You laughed quietly— nearly dying from the process because of how much you wanted to just let it all out. You wiped away some tears from your eyes. "Alright! Fine, fine, we'll do it. Quickly, okay? Okay?" You annunciated, waiting for his confirmation.

He scoffed affectionately and couldn't help the soft chuckle part from his lips. "Right. Now let's hurry up before my dick deflates because of this unsexy moment." You coughed and was trying your all to not laugh. "Oh, goodness. You're hilarious, Pal."

"Now," you pulled him down and looked at his lips, biting on your own, "where were we?"

Pulling off his trench coat, you then wrapped your arms back around his neck. Seeing as you both talked for a good two minutes, your time was cut short. Now, here you both were, fumbling around, trying to touch at any skin there was available. It'd take too long to take off all your clothes, so instead, Pal ripped off his pants and boxers, you pulling off your own pair of undergarments.

Your short pants and breaths mingled together before he turned you around, your chest being pushed into the wall of the closet. "Ready?" Pal breathed out onto the back of your neck, making your hairs stand on end. In the mix of your lustful state you could only give a mere nod as a signal for 'yes'.

Taking this hint, he rutted his leaking erection to wet your back entrance. Pal then proceeded to push himself into you, letting out a pleasured groan into your ear. Feeling your walls stretch and pulsate around his throbbing cock, you winced slightly at the pain. You place your hands on either side of your head, your pants growing ragged.

Gently at first, Pal pulled himself up before thrusting into you. Your legs quaked as you tried desperately to stay up into your position as you felt your insides bubble up and twist as a rush of pleasure rushed passed you. "Shit, Pal," you breathed in the midst of your desperation. "M-more."

Nodding his head keenly, he firmly grasped your hips and pushed himself harder into you, his slick cock riding up further into your ass. You felt your knees buckle as he hit a rather sensitive spot, whining softly in the process. You heard Pal mutter a small 'found it' before pounding faster, and more eagerly.

Feeling the need to touch something but having nothing within your grasp, you began to play with your lower parts and moaned a little too loudly for your liking. Still using one hand to keep you up, the other occupied itself as it pumped relentlessly in time with Pal's thrusting.

"Shit, (name). That's hot," he groaned in your ear as he watched you. Not being able to speak coherently you just muttered a 'faster' and arched your back so he could gain more access.

The sound of sweaty skin slapping together could be heard faintly, as you tried to not be too loud. You began to drool and bit your lip as you could feel yourself coming to an end. "Pal. I'm so close— fuck."

His thrusts became sloppier as he repeatedly slammed against your g-spot, fucking you in your place to make you come.

Feeling yourself give out, you released and felt yourself drip, being filled with sticky seed. Pal continued to thrust at his own pace and, not too soon after, came inside of your back entrance.

You stay there panting for a while before he pulls out, emitting a gross squelching sound.

Slowly, the both of you change, your legs shaking and feeling sore. After a while, you both just stood there, fully clothed, with three minutes to spare.

"Well. That was fun, yes?" You asked and chuckled lightly. Pal nodded and arched his eyebrows. "Certainly. Let's do it again, next time," he smirked and poked your nose. Pushing his hand away, you laughed. "Love to. Except, I'd like it if we were on a bed and not in this closet. I don't think my legs will work the same as it used to, now."

Exchanging a chuckle, you nudged Pal's shoulder. "You should get going. I think it's best if just don't get caught, you know?"

Fixing his coat and hair, he coughed and opened the closet door slightly. Luckily, no one had been there.

He turned back to face you before grabbing a cig and placing it into his mouth, giving you small wink in the process. "Guess I'll see you again? Thursday?"

"Thursday."

Nodding and flashing you a smirk he closed the closet door and left without another word.

Sighing and sliding down the wall, you stared into the face of nothingness. "That was...wow."

Moments later, lights flooded your vision as you blocked out with your arm. Eyes finally adjusting to the light you stared up into another face.

"What are you doing in the supply closet?" The fellow soldier asked. Shrugging and smiling sheepishly, you scratched the back of your neck. "Um...cleaning supplies??" You chuckled nervously.

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Okay, same drill, guys. Any mistakes, point it out (because, as usual, I never fucken edit my work). Tell me if this story is any fucking good because I suck at writing them.

Also, sorry for making this more 'unsexy' compared to other lemons. As you can see, I didn't want Pal's and reader's relationship to sound purely based off of lust and I wanted them to sound as if they'd known each other for a while. Plus, I didn't want to make it sound like the ultimately perfect sex scene because I wanted them more engaged to one another, and, what's the point of doing the do with someone if they can't make you laugh? Awkward moments are going to happen all the time and you'd need to know how to laugh those things off with your partner.

And, again, I apologise for the incredibly out of character Pal. I know. It's terrible. Say no more.