Alright, here's the drill folks! Everytime there's an (L) on the title it means that it's a lemon. Explicit material, and i suck at it. I'll try to make this not suck.

Requested by AyItsYaBoi

When you first entered Teufort and signed up for this mercenary business you'd always think that it's always for the money. Guess you were entirely wrong! The base was occupied by pretty interesting people per say, all having so much difference from eachother but managing to get along enough to get the job done.

'New day, New start! I'll leave everything behind and start fresh!' You cheered in your head.

Everything about the team were fascinating to you, unique in their own way. You felt like it was home, you felt like they were your own family.

Your real family only wanted the recognition you get through dancing. With grace, discipline and rigorous training, you mastered even the hardest of dances. You felt like you were never loved by them, you were forced to dance until your feet would get blisters, bruises and ocassionally, sprains were felt.

You already embedded everything about the mercs in your mind.

Scout with his speedy movements and somehow powerful bat blows.

Soldier with his not so sane but still sane mind and impressive rocket jumping abilities.

Heavy with his intellect and broad and tall body build, combining brain and brawn.

Engineer and his short stature but don't let the looks fool you! He is one of the smartest people you may know.

Demoman or Demo for short is a more outgoing type when he is both drunk and sober and besides he works with strong explosives that gives your team an advantage.

Pyro with his mountain of stuff toys where the mercs destress themselves. Besides, he's a good listener.

Spy and his secrecy, sharp wits and him striving to perfect his classiness. He is the master of disguise and he can sometimes be unpredictable.

Medic with his insane experiments and weird logic of things, smiling is not his strong point. (Believe me he is terrible-)

And lastly Sniper, his great accuracy has impressed you countless times. Not only has he saved you from life or death situations but he manages to capture your heart.

Through years of team bonding exercises Soldier or Reynold has created, you and the mercs strengthened your trust in eachother. But most importantly, you're close to the person that your heart, mind and body craves for. Little did you know that Michael (Sniper) reciprocated your feelings, a bit way too much.

He would spend nights lusting over you, he can never erase every gorgeous part of your body. For him, you were a goddess. He keeps on trying to push the sensual and arousing thoughts in the back of his mind. He is a professional for christ sake! He isn't supposed to act like a teenager who just got struck by puberty.

He can never forget your sweat soaked body after a match, it was when you were about to shower with the men. It really didn't bother you, didn't bother them either. Michael still remembers every curve of your body and the smoothness of your hair as it flows whenever you let your hair down.

Michael always woke up in cold sweat, blood rushing down to his groin immediately after his wet dream, again, of you. He can't take it, not much longer. He would always take cold showers much to the others confusion, dismissing the mercs' questions.

Shaking his head while making his way to the shower room after having another wet dream of you, he doesn't realize that another merc was wide awake thinking of a specific someone.

Before the shower room was the rec room where the mercs hang around. Their you stood slowly performing to yourself, you made a vow to never dance for anyone again but this was an exception. You always think of him while dancing, with each graceful and gently movement you make you can only sense your presence. Imagine him near you, body pressed together as you make up your own rhythm.

You always block out every sense you got to only feel your movement. Eyes closed as you humm a small tune, hips swaying while only thinking of him. Michael walked in on you, eyes wide as he tries to sink in what was happening. You were there, in front of him whilst not feeling his presence as you just poured your heart out with each balletic motion, fluid as liquid.

Michael couldn't comprehend what was happening before his eyes, he was captivated by you. He never really learned how to dance, except for that prom back in college. He never really had commitment to it as he only strived to perfect his skills with his rifle.

'Holy dooley, oi th'nk oi'm in love all ova' again...' He thought as he clutched at his chest, smiling like a lovesick fool. Through your humming he manages to tap his foot, slowly humming the same tune.

You quickly noticed this and you start to tense but through examining the voice you slowly calm down. You smiled, the usual cheeky smile you give the other mercs. Michael gave a light waved while walking to you, tipping his akubra.

"Noice moves sheila, coul'nt do tha' in a million 'ears." He gave a hearty chuckle as he starts jokingly dancing. Each move he makes you wanna cringe but you couldn't help but start laughing at him.

"Michael, you suck at this. If you want I can teach you, like some lessons." You offered while examining his expressions. He stopped, took a moment to think about it and sighs a bit as he rubs the back of his neck nervously.

"Look sheila... Oi ain't the best danca'. It would be loike teachin' a kid ta not eat candy..." He spoke softly while sighing sadly but shrugs it off as the frown on his handsome face was replaced with his usual toothy grin.

"No seriously I insist!" You keep on trying to change his mind and after a few more insisting he gives in with a huff, grumbling a 'don't blame me if oi m'ss u' quickly...'

So after that surprising night, you gave Michael dancing lessons during weekends, away from the others. As days went by he slowly got the hang of it and started to enjoy dancing with you. Each step you took in teaching him made his heart flutter. He hasn't had someone care about him besides his family.

Michael's lusting was getting unbearable for him, it became a burden. He couldn't aim correctly resulting in faulty shots and missed opportunities. All he could think about was what if you ended up together? Would he be worth for you or would you prefer someone else such as that good for nothing spook? I mean he fits you better with you being graceful and everything...

He constantly brings himself down with these thoughts and the team can sometimes see him sulking in his van, alone. You noticed this and took the opportunity to confront him of the sudden change.

"Aye (Y/N)! Can ya' taw-huk wif snoipa fow a mowment?" The Scout quipped up with his New york accent. You gave a nod of approval while beginning your journey to Michael's Van. You were one of the people who knew Michael's full name, the other people being spy and medic.

The journey wasn't that hard nor long, it was pretty short with no obstacles. Once you reached Michael's van, you walked up to the door and took a deep breath to knock but you quickly freeze up when you hear a low moan coming from inside his Camper. Loud growls and steady breaths were heard inside the camper while you stood there confused.

'Is this not the good time...? Is he with someone else...?' This were your immediate thoughts as you feel your heart clench for a moment. Picturing Michael with someone else is and always will be hard for you.

You noticed that the door was unlocked and you slowly and quietly took a peak, what you saw made your eyes widen. Michael, a flustered panting mess as he continuesly moans your name out. Each curse and whine rolled off his tongue deliciously. His pace on pleasuring himself quickens as he near his end.

You can feel yourself getting aroused by the mere sight of him, your panty slowly getting drenched with your juices as you whine out in discomfort. Unfortunately for you, Michael's senses heightened a bit as he heard your whine. He quickly stopped what he was doing, pre-cum leaking from his member as he pulls up his boxers, grabs his beloved knife and investigate the sound.

You on the other hand was still paralyzed in surprise and arousal, you wanted stimulation. You couldn't just pleasure yourself out in the open while peaking at the person you admire the most. As your thoughts pondered in your head you didn't notice Michael opening the door, to his surprise saw you a aroused mess.

He couldn't believe his eyes on how vulnerable you can get when in this state, the thought of it sent a shiver down his spine and he can feel the tightness in his boxers again. He swiftly pulled you inside while staying silent, you squealed out in surprise.

There was an awkward silence between the two of you, sexual tension was evident. Neither the two of you wanted to speak but desperate for eachothers touch, you both need consent from eachother first.

"So..." Michael started, "le' me ge' this straigh'... Ya' lil' bugga' wanted ta' talk ta' me but ended u' seein'..." He paused for a moment and as he gave more note about it, his face started to heat up.

'She saw me... She bloody saw me touchin' meself fo' 'er...! She 'ven might've 'eard me moanin' for 'er...!' Michael was having an existential crisis, his mind was at war. You seem to noticed this, you gently and ever so carefully placed your hand on top of his as you caressed his pal with your thumb.

He quickly was snapped back to reality then his eyes trails down to your hand on his, his heart beating quicker. He starts to smile then gives off a timid chuckle, shaking his head.

"Oi can neva' undastan' on whoi you'd ga' fo' me ratha' than mista' fancy pan's..." He admitted while giving out another chuckle. You just laugh warmly while looking st him in the eyes.

"Look, if I wanted to go for spy... I would've done that long ago... He's pretty out going so it'd be easy to converse with him. But you on the other hand really took time to read like a book, you prioritized work and I didn't know what to do." You confessed, your smile slowly fading into a frown.

"I thought you'd never like me, i would spend days thinking about you with other women and it makes my heart clench." You continued, Michael gave out a long sigh as he slowly moved closer to you. His arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close while whispering soft praises and compliments in your ear.

You slowly started melting into the embrace while burying your face on his shoulder, relishing his warmth.

"Ya' kno' luv, oi though' the same way too..." He leisurely pulls back for a moment then places his hand on your cheek while looking at your lips as if asking for permission. You granted it by leaning in ever so slowly and gave him a soft kiss. Your lips against his chapped ones whilst you smiled into the kiss.

Michael felt like there was fireworks everywhere, starting to kiss back. The kiss became more demanding as Michael couldn't control himself any longer. Something unleashed inside of him, dominance and ferality are slowly starting to take over him as he gives a quick nibble onto your lower lip earning a moan in your part.

Your hands began to wander his body, his body was well-defined. His chest was a bit toned with some hair here and there. Don't let the lankiness deceive you, it took a second for him to carry you to his makeshift bed.

You gasped at the sudden motion while he on the other hand smirked down at you, taking pleasure in your helpless state, desperate for his touch.

"Ya' sure ya' wun'a do it wi'h me luv? Oi don' wun'a disappoint ya' wi'h me rusty 'xperience." He began slowly removing your , tracing every scar he sees on your delicate body from years of training and fighting.

"What about I give you a private dance lesson, hm...?" You purred at him while holding his hand. You already made up your mind, you wanted him, you needed him. You gave an approving nod as he smiles in relief then continues his task on undressing you.

The night was young and you both savored the moment with eachother. His marks were evident as he left a trail on your neck, sucking at the flesh until it was bruised. You were trying not to cry out, not to be submissive but it was getting harder and harder as soon as he entered you.

He was an impressive size, his girth was at least 3 inches and at least 7.5 inches. (Ya'll know i'm making this up since i don't even know the basics of lemons and i'm a noob at it-)

You were settled on his lap as he continues to shower affection on your chest, leaving no part untouched. He kept a slow but pleasurable pace as you enjoyed every second of it. His hands on your hips as he guides your movements, slow but gentle thrusting.

Michael was in heaven, each time you'd moan out desperately for him was his dream turned into reality now. He would whisper sweet praises while speeding up, as he tightens the grip on your hips, his dominance starting to show and you adore his actions.

You were both a sweaty, panting pile of mess. Each kiss would send jolts of pleasure accompanied by quick nips to sensitive areas for good measure. Michael wanted nothing to make you his as arms wraps around your waist as he holds you close while starting to pound into you. All you could do was beg and scream out for him, it was starting to be too much for you as you draw near to your end.

"Ya' loike tha' don'tcha luv'~? Ya' loike it when oi ravish ya' loike prey~?"

"Wot would the otha's thin' if they see ya' now, hm~?"

His dirty talking only made you reach your peak as you buried your face on the crook of his neck, squealing in delight. He too was reaching his peak and he wanted you to have a good finish, trailing his hand down to your clit as he gives a few rubs on it. (Alright, now i just don't know what i'm writing-)

  And just like that the night ends with both of your screams of release followed by some tired panting. Your insides painted white with his seed. (Okay, that sounds way off-)

  Michael never uttered a word but it was an obvious message as his he holds you close while placing a gentle kiss to your temple.

  "I love you too, Michael." You whispered lovingly while settling into a comfortable position.

  You tiredly smiled while placing your hand on top of his, bringing it close to your lips as you placed a tender kiss on his knuckles. Both of you only held eachother close, nothing but his body and love keeping you warm for the night.

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