Pentagon Jr. One Shot Collection

Parking Lot

Category: Smut

Word Count: 1586

Warnings: Language, semi public sex, name calling, light choking

His cold stare sent shivers through you. His presence, even from across the room, was oppressive. The air surrounding you felt thick and you felt unable to breathe. It made you sick that he had this effect on you without paying you the slightest bit of attention. Aside from one brief flicker of his eyes over your body as you were introduced he hadn't bothered with you.

It was frustrating to say the least, given your immediate visceral reaction to him. Pentagon Jr. His name on its own enough to make your heart start racing. Never had you reacted this strongly to anybody and it scared you. Just from your brief clandestine looks at him you knew he was too much for you. Intimidating. Brutal. Crude. Vulgar. Everything about him should have you running in the other direction.

A loud chorus of laughter broke you out of your thoughts, a light blush rising to your cheeks as you realized you had been staring at Pentagon and he had definitely noticed. Mumbling excuses to no one you rushed out of the crowded backstage area and straight to the women's restroom. Once inside you slumped against the wall cursing yourself for getting caught looking. It took almost ten minutes for you to calm yourself and another five to convince yourself to leave that bathroom. When you felt collected you exited, walking down the hallway with head held high and portraying a confidence you were feeling.

For the rest of your shift you didn't so much as glance in Pentagon's direction. You refused to get caught looking again. Unfortunately you were still attuned to his presence, constantly feeling as if you were going to suffocate every time you were in the same room as him. It was a battle to keep your focus and not give in to the temptation of sneaking a peek at Pentagon. The second your shift was done you were out the door, taking deep gulping breaths as you hurried to your car.

Hands shaking with adrenaline you fumbled with your keys getting the door unlocked and opened only for it to be slammed back shut by a large hand. You spun around finding yourself face to chest with Pentagon. His face paint had been washed off, but he still wore his blue contacts and black mask, staring down at you with a slight smirk on his lips as he trapped you between the car and his body.

Words flowed from his mouth that you didn't understand, apart from one or two words you remembered from high school Spanish class but you were enthralled with his voice nonetheless. It was deep and gravelly his tongue rolling over his words and sent pulses of desire through you. His body was hot pressed against you making your heart race and nipples tighten beneath your bra as you helplessly reacted to everything about him.

"Lo siento no comprende" you stuttered over the unfamiliar words, flinching as his smirk dropped and his eyes turned cold, obviously displeased you weren't following his words. You stared in wide-eyed silence as he pointed at his chest.

"Me. You." His finger moved from his chest to jab yours. "Fuck now."

Well now that you understood clear as day breath catching in your throat as he pressed against you, his hand tangling in your hair and pulling your head back so you were staring into his eyes.

"Comprende?" He asked with a hitch of his lip.

"Now?" You squeaked eyes darting nervously around the parking lot, acutely aware that everyone coming out of the building was getting a good view of Pentagon pinning you to your car.