Requested by @Pyrosnowflake461 please enjoy.
This one is in ME POV instead of YOU POV I wanted to try is for this particular Xreader, it will be YOU POV next chapter.
Admit it were all a little insane, some more than others. On a scale from Pyro to Engineer, is the question.
I'm up there with Medic and he knows it. The others may have hints or ideas of how bad my mind had gotten from all the dying and the living and the killing over the years it's worn me down.
All of us really, Spy acts like a Prick to hide his dying self confidence, Scout acts like a child to hide his fear. I got crazy to hide the madness. Doesn't make any sense I know, but I'm insane.
Us being insane is what attracted us to each other. He caught me on the battlefield one day, torturing a poor Spy I caught trying to backstab me. He ended up using one of the cyanide pills he had implanted in his tooth. I was upset, but Medic was intrigued.
Where the others would shy away from that kind of horror and pain inflicted, Medic adored it. He loved the idea of someone loving what he loved. We weren't really looking for a relationship, but we were looking for was lust.
And by the morning star we found it.
"Follow me." Josef roughly pulls on my arm latching onto my wrist and dragging me with him.
I grin, I know exactly where we're going, his lab, it's sexy time. "Coming."
Still dragging me he slams the door shut pushing me against it. "Still remember our code vord?"
"Green."
"Good girl." He starts attacking my neck with my hands pinned above my head by his. I don't make a sound, even after he fines the certain spot. He knows he found it and it's driving him crazy that I won't make noise. Growling he shoves his tongue in my mouth. We wrestle, our personalities clash do to the fact we are both very much dominant, on the battlefield and in bed.
I never go down without a fight, but as much as I hate to admit it, and I never would, he has a little less grip on reality, a little touch more of insanity, a little less knowledge on what's right and wrong.
He uses that to his advantage, with that backing him, he usually wins when it comes to anything behind the closed doors. I didn't lose as quickly this time, but I still lost the wrestling match. What did he win? The rights to my mouth, and he ran with that, swirling around and exploring everything again. I was beginning to worry how long can he hold his breath, because I'm running out.
He released me not long after that, I was left gasping and with saliva dripping down my chin. He always seemed to know just when it was about to be to much.
Chuckling he pulled me to the table, he didn't wait for permission, he didn't need it, he never did. He ripped all my clothes off. He didn't take any of his off, he just pulled his pants down enough to pull his dick out.
"Again?"
"Ja." He starts kissing my chest, moving down to my boobs, it felt nice, but I was upset that he was going to leave all his clothes on, again. It's one of his forms of domination, I've seen him naked before, just it would be nice to if is wasn't a one time thing.
"No."
"Vhat?" He's only half listening, if he was he's would be growling at the word.
I push him off, this surprised him. "No sex."
"Vhat? Vhy?"
"I want you naked, if you're not naked no sex."
"(Y/N)." Usually, he can get me to agree with a bit of sweet talk, but not with time.
