DG: Not Beta Read, but wished it was. Beta, please manifest, I have so much love for Jhin yet if you're interested :).
You were walking towards the elevator behind the mall where you were working, when a security agent suddenly grazed your arm.
"Hey Sweetie (Name)!" he catcalled.
"It's (Last name) to you and no! Not gonna happen!"
"Awr come on!" You sighed exasperatedly. Does he ever take a hint?
You shut your ears to his protestations as you walked into the elevator after walking outside in the rain for a small moment. The artificial rain immediately always greets you, cold and hard. The elevator could take you to the roof of the mall where you could take a shortcut to a narrow deserted path to the public aerial transport.
As the door was closing, a large hand suddenly latched on the edge, triggering the security and provoking the reopening. You were about to sigh again in annoyment when an equally large but slend figure entered hastily.
He hurriedly hit the 'close' button, barely sparing you a glance.
He was big, like, ridiculously tall. And so charismatic, so heavy, his presence was filling all space available in the small square of the elevator. He was entirely in black and red flaring lights, with an exceptional armor.
Upon seeing the guns at his thighs, you thought you should feel a surge of fear, but inexplicably enough, all you could notice was... his wonderful thighs along with his beautiful figure.
He must have been in the rain for a while, since water was pouring heavily on his build, sleek, slend muscles all in the right places. And his little fuzzy coat did little to hide anything. Way more classy and intimidating than your everyday security agent.
He was... beautiful. And dat ass dem arms, dam dayu-
"You're staring," his robotic but poised deep voice accused.
Your shoulders guiltily jumped at his remark.
"I'm-m... not..." You feebly denied.
He chuckled derisively. He turned his face to you over his shoulder, as he was slightly before you, on your right. His reflection on the glass before you showed an equally delicious front figure with endless curvy legs.
"See something you like?"
You closed your face, and crossed your arms. Guess there was no point in lying. "Maybe." His chin slightly rose. He seemed surprised. Maybe he was even smiling.
It's not your fault he presented his sinful backside to you. And his outside was so skin-tight. It left nothing to the imagination. Was that carbon fibre?
The elevator stopped, and as you both parted ways like the strangers you were you shout out, looking straight ahead:
"Nice upgrade!"
|~4444~|
A few weeks passed, and you couldn't forget the man's silhouette. Even his uncanny voice strangely imprinted on your mind.
You weren't some blushing average high school girl. His sole presence had been enough to make you weak in the knees. You wished you had said more, like answered "yes" and cried "nice ass". Maybe your affirmed personality would have caught his interest.
As you were thinking this, a familiar figure entered the elevator after you just as you were turning around to hit the button. This time he had his gun on his shoulder, showing off his warrior side.
"So we meet again, gawking girl." You dismissively scoffed, flustered.
He elegantly stopped at your right, just beside you. Aside from rain and leather, you could smell what you guess was a hot fight judging by the steam still fuming off his guns.
"Same floor, I guess."
"Hrmh. You guessed well. Under the rain again, I see."
"You guessed well." Suddenly resounded your own voice.
You couldn't help nervously bursting out in laughs. He had humour, you adored that.
"That's a nice trick!"
He was as intimidating and fit as ever. Since he was beside you, you couldn't freely look without turning your head and getting caught, thus you had to settle for his reflection on the glass as the machine started going up. Which was still very nice.
Sigh.
You had kind of missed him. All this time you have been so eager to meet him again, but now you couldn't tell him anything. All you could tell was those hips and legs were to die for.
"Rough night?" you tried.
"Oh no, delightful night if I dare say." Indeed, he seemed in a gleeful mood. "Very productive."
"Ah..."
"Don't you follow the news?" he curiously inquired.
"I would if they weren't so depressing. Sometimes I just want to watch beautiful things, you know?"
Silence filled the cube again.
Maybe he was way above your league, or tangled in something very dangerous like a criminal organization or something. He looked built for the kill. And heavy combat. You were a toaster in comparison.
He screamed dangerous all over. Still, he looked so badass.
"Well aren't you a dirty girl... "
"I-... what?"
"Did your mother never tell you it was rude to stare?" he lightly trailed, though putting a hand on his hip after he stored his guns. Come on! Even his stance was sexy.
"I-" You couldn't stop yourself from laughing again. Mostly in embarrassment. Guessed it was now or never. "I'm sorry, but you're so nicely build, the real shame would be not to stare. I promise I won't do anything."
He snorted, amused. And maybe with some cockiness too.
"I guess I am to the likes of you."
"Yes... " You admitted flatly. You wouldn't admit you felt insulted by how he categorized you with what you guessed was average populace. Talk about cold shower. "You're beautiful." You simply but sincerely concluded.
He turned his head to glance at you but you stubbornly ignored him, not even looking at his reflection. It was always embarrassing to be rejected, but hey, no shame in trying and no harm done.
You both arrived at your floor. He tilted his head over his shoulder as he swiftly walked away.
"I guess I have to respect a woman's honesty."
"And what about a woman's desires?" you shouted out on your own way.
He snorted mysteriously, fading in the dark coldness of the night.
|~4444~|
"Come on, just a lil' battery drink."
"I said no, let me through." You deadpanned, having to evade the security agent on your way outside. He played with you a little, denying you the exit as you went on the sides and he got in your path.
You sighed, annoyed as you pushed past his shoulders.
"Leave me alone, please. I'm not playing hard to get!"
Plus you were still thinking about your roasting rejection with your handsome gunslinger coming with the rain.
Though tonight was one of those blissful nights when it didn't rain you noticed. So you didn't have your heart beating in fear of crossing path with the stranger again after last time.
You suddenly felt a hand grip your arm after a few steps. You immediately sent the agent a warning glare.
"Really?!"
"Come on, you've used this way for two years now! You can't tell me that you take this way for-"
"Don't touch-" You stopped his ranting when a hand violently enclosed around the agent's wrist, interrupted you too.
"What she meant to say... " Trailed a voice you would recognize in the midst of a thousand. "Was that most beautiful things in this world aren't meant to be touched, unless by the eyes." You heard a definite crack of the armor around the agent's arm as he grumbled and bent in pain. "Particularly uninvited." He put pressure on it and cracked it with his bare hand like it was nothing.
The agent screamed, then limped with his arm in his other hand while scurrying inside the mall as his partner took his place to cover the place alone, watching you two warrily. You felt guilty for a second, before you remembered all these years dreading this shortcut because of him. It was painful but it'll be an easy fix.
You both made your way to the elevator, far in the back of the narrow corridor between the mall and another tall building, him slightly behind you, as he was making an effort not to walk too quickly with his long legs.
"Thank you. I had things under control but that was much appreciated." You said on the way.
"I only stated the truth. We wouldn't want to be delayed or miss the elevator now, would we?" he said lightly, gently hitting the button once the both of you inside the elevator.
The elevator started going up and after a moment, as you were about to talk again the blue lights flickered and the elevator abruptly stopped, throwing you off balance. Remembering the earlier conversation, you did everything in your power not to touch or crash against him as you caught yourself with your hands on the wall. Your companion though was barely shaken and quickly recovered before he glanced by the glass downside, as if measuring the fall.
You hurriedly approached the console and hit your floor button repeatedly. When that didn't work you insisted on the call button but you had no better results.
You grunted in annoyance.
"(Sigh)... Great." You deadpanned. "This is great!"
"What is it?" he questioned, distracted, opening the console box and giving it his shot by trafficking it. "Afraid of heights?"
You couldn't bear telling him you were nervous and embarrassed because of last time. So you settled for another truth.
"No, but I hate enclosed spaces. I'm trapped inside all day at work."
"Hm... " He drawled, understanding.
"We're not risking falling by hacking into it, right?"
He scoffed.
"It's an entirely different safety measure from the system," he explained.
After a moment he finally stood up, nodding negatively.
"Unfortunately, there's nothing to do. The general city system must have been informed anyway. It is only a matter of time."
"I guess... ."
Well, at the same time you couldn't flat out lie and say you disliked being trapped with him. After all, you fell for him. You liked the guy very much because there was something fierce and untamed he exuded you couldn't quite name but he fascinated you.
So maybe this was fate.
You realised something as you thought of a conversation.
"I never asked for your name."
"If you knew, I'd have to kill you," he casually answered.
You nervously scoffed.
"Because you'd have told me?"
He turned his face to you. His hologram was fierce but you guessed he would be smirking right now.
"Okay... but how's the fuck though?"
|~4444~|
He suddenly pushed you against the wall, your legs on his arms pinning you, his head close to yours as if to not miss a single shot of your pleasured face as your arms held him between his neck and shoulders.
He was going fast and strong, throwing his hips methodically in a relentless rhythm that had you come twice already in an earlier position. If you knew the elevator wasn't stuck, you'd swear you were floating. As he was moving against the wall, you could feel and hear the metal parts (around the console, at your feet, above you and against the building side) crack and jerk like a cheap bed at his ministrations.
When he sensed you enclosing around him and your voice getting louder, he practically flattened against you, pulled your legs around his hips, holding and pulling on the straps of his guns at his thighs, while his hands gripped your bottom on the sides to drive himself inside you deeper.
You think you passed out here and now for a solid minute of pure bliss in his hold as he maintained his rhythm. You think you heard him snort sometime in the middle of it. "I dare say... if I wasn't waterproof, I would be in serious trouble right now." He commented. You blushed profusely, keeping to yourself as much as you could as he watched you unravel.
As you descended from the heavens he suddenly pulled out, placed you against the glass where you had a small view of the city lights and thrilling emptiness at your feet, backside to him. With his foot he swiftly moved your ankle to the side to spread your legs and enter you again, hands on your hips, already picking up his rhythm. He was so tall, he actually had to part his legs and slightly bend his knees to make you comfortable, but he let nothing distract him from his objective.
"So... " He just was slightly panting. How was he affected so little? Where did he find all this strength and stamina? Was a war machine supposed to do that? "How is it?" he questioned lightly.
"It's- ... Aaah!" You were helplessly gripping the glass, your face flushed against it, as you were blushing hard, not even feeling the cold anymore. Whether it was supposed to do that or not, it was too good and you weren't in any position to complain. "It's incredible!"
Your legs could barely hold you up anymore. The guy just knew how to swing his hips and listen to your reactions. "Pl-please don't stop!"
He suddenly gripped your hair without really hurting you and bent you better, putting you on your toes, your hips holding up with your bottom flushed against his armor. His other arm almost sneaked around your hips, helping you stand, his hand flat on your belly.
It's like he was trying to mould his body to yours in every position despite his hard build. He already was going deep with this position, but he managed to get even deeper this way, reaching in a way you never even imagined. You felt filled to the brink, just like his charisma filled every space wherever he goes. It went all the way in.
You then heard his first moan in a while, more like a hum.
"I see now why you like the reflection so much."
"... What?" you panted, struggling to keep your eyes open on him.
"That way you can see all around." His hand gripped your hip, picking up a harsher, faster pace. Now you were opening your mouth in silent cries between the occasional moan and breaths getting stuck in your throat as the pleasure gripped you. "Like this." He added. It was like he was feeding you with pleasant electroshocks of climax that rippled in your whole body.
"How... did you know-... how- Ngh!" Get a grip! You couldn't even form sentences anymore. "Ahhh!" He suddenly slapped your behind, as if punishing you for some mischief. You reflexively tightened on him, pleasuring both you and him.
"I saw you in the glass, dear. You were- ... very, very, obvious." His voice wasn't getting stranded but somehow he was disturbed in the process of talking.
He let your hair go to grip your nape, so he could better control the motion when you were getting away, reducing it hit after hit so you were barely moving away at all, tossing his head back little by little as he gets embedded inside you deeper and deeper. So he could fill you and touch your pleasure point all in one go.
He canted your hips by bringing you to curve your back. His breaths were getting shorter and louder too the more you closed on him repeatedly, as he wasn't slowing down, his fingers pressing and making red angry marks in your flesh at your hip as he maintained an iron hold on you. Still, it looks like he had a steel will on his strength and the force he pulled on you, as if measured with numbered precision.
You were barely seeing him or anything anymore. It's as if the emptiness and the lights were swallowing you whole. You were falling, next you were flying. All that was left of you was sensations: lack of air, blurred lines, lack of gravity, shackles stopping you from floating away, swings pushing you to the edge, heat flowing and shocks of pleasure sparking from your center igniting everywhere else. He was rock hard and at his limit, you could feel it.
"Please don't stop!" You barely breathed out. "Come with me!" You couldn't remember if you tried reaching out. Maybe at one point you remember feeling his hot hand underneath yours.
By now you were crying, a mewling trembling mess as you could feel him coming hard, trapped in nothing but white ecstasy all over. There was nothing more sexy than seeing this cocky composed man coming unfold in front of you, as you watch him tense head to toes in the reflection.
"Don't stop!" There it was, white paradise and a sprinkle of pain, where you couldn't tell where you end and he begins. He broke his rhythm some moments later, moaning and grunting, giving four last strong thrusts... before completely stopping, his hips stuck to yours with no space left, his wonderful thighs of his against yours, his form slightly bending backwards, his head mostly facing up, his hands not letting you go while gripping you hard as he was coming deep inside, where you could feel his strong pulse.
As he descended a while after, he bent down his head as he smoothly traced your spine downwards with his hand, catching his breath, releasing his hold little by little. You decided you liked that, the fact he let you both pick yourselves together before pulling away. Thanks to that you could enjoy him and the aftermath a little longer.
As he let you go completely, you struggled to stay on your feet as you turned around to face him, back on the glass, still short of breath.
He got himself presentable and you did the same, putting your clothes back in place and putting on your heels again.
When you finished, he watched you raise to meet his face again.
"It was... the best bad predicament I had or could ever be in." You longingly patted the fur you had flattened earlier to make it puff out again. "I had thought about you for a long time. It was great." You embraced him and he let you without reciprocating as you got on your toes to land a kiss on his helmet glass where his lips should be. He was fuming with heat.
As you did the elevator surprisingly started working again, and abruptly made its way up again. You smirked and you could feel him amused too.
"Hm, I recall you being way more demonstrative earlier. Wait- what was it again? ...Ah, there: Don't stop! - Pl-please don't stop!" resounded the recording. You blushed but laughed helplessly at your own expense.
"Don't do that! Why do you record that? Who's the pervert now?"
"I'm waiting." He warned. "Did I... quench your curiosity?"
"Alright... you had me on my knees. I was... thoroughly pleased and writhing." I theatrically answered. "Erase it now please!"
He chuckled at you. "Now it would be a real shame if I did just that." You sent him a helpless look. "Because I guess you make for a wonderful partner too." He trailed, slowly pulling your arms off him. "Quite responsive and compliant... " He took a deep breath just thinking about how it felt. Ah, great, he was tireless just like you. And damn you loved his voice. "Despite some travelling eyes... "
"How dare you, my eyes have only been seeing you since you came in here. Now I'm blind to everything else!"
"As you should be." He said smugly.
You knew better than to get offended or flustered this time so you sent him a playful smile and jest.
"And I guess it was a chance it started working again right after we finished." Something told you it wasn't all an accident now.
"Fortunate indeed." He didn't deny as he trailed his thumb on a trace of a tear on your cheek down to your mouth and chin. He seemed entranced by the sight he himself caused.
The door opened and no one was waiting for you as you got out, enjoying the open air, comforting you in the idea that maybe your attraction wasn't so one-sided.
"Well thank you very much for respecting a humble woman's desires I'll hardly ever forget."
"You're very welcome. Anytime." He said, flattening a wrinkle on your uniform on your collarbone. "I live to please." He slightly bowed.
You rolled your eyes up, laughing quietly. You couldn't stop smiling, after all you were a very satisfied woman at the moment.
"How could I even find you?"
"I will."
Hum, creepy.
"Isn't sharing contacts simpler? Speaking of that, my name is-"
"On your tag." He completed.
As you finished rolling your eyes again, amused but sighing, he bent to your side, his presence completely encasing you like usual, and you heard his deep, poised voice vibrate in your ear: "The name is Khada Jhin."
After which he disappeared in the metal cold darkness of the city as the rain started falling on you. And you wished you'd see him any time it falls on you like this. Wait, he just gave you his name, did that mean... ? Uh-oh.
