Octane x Shy! Reader

First Date ?

Authors note: I've read a bunch of 'x reader' stories on here and from what I can see, mine's the only one written from the third person! I've finally decided to keep it that way though, in case there's a few people that prefer it this way and don't have many apex third persons to read.

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"Fuck-! Amiga-! Ah- mm!" The flustered voices of a familiar legend called out to you, his breath collecting on your neck as he pushed himself deep inside of you, forcefully shoving you back and forth on the bed as he grasped your thighs as hard as he could to get a grip of himself.

You jolted yourself awake, your face coated in sweat as your torso shot up, sitting up straight in the bed. 'Well that's embarrassing..' you thought to yourself. 'A.. wet dream..?'

Yesterday Octane asked you out on a date, you happily finished your omelets together and both went right to sleep in your separate rooms. Coincidentally, right after you shot up, distant loud speakers blared out a message. It seemed to be coming from the outside hallway, but thankfully it played loud enough so you could comprehend it. The voice sounded like bloodhounds, they were announcing a meeting for the legends.

"Good morning legends. Today will be our day to gather downstairs in the council for some aim practice. Escorts will be making sure their assigned legends get here in one hour. Thank you." The speaker made an abrupt click noise as it shut off. You yawned and stretched your arms, lazily pulling off your covers from your legs and throwing yourself on your feet. You picked up a work uniform that was given to you and slipped it on. It read "Silva" on a badge that was placed on the chest and its colors matched perfectly with some accents on the pants. It was your favorite color, considering it was custom ordered.

You sighed and cleared your throat, tasting your morning breath in disgust. "Octane..?" You creaked open your door to reveal the rest of Octanes room, with him sleeping drowsily, un-phased by the loud speakers. His face rested so peacefully, his mouth open a little as he let out a subtle snore. 'He's gorgeous'. Before getting too lost in his face, you approached his bed, gently grabbing his broad shoulders and shaking them.

"Octavio-" you whispered lightly in his ear. "Wake up!" You heard his snoring catch in his throat, followed with movement and a cough.

"Ugh..." his accent was heavy and his voice was raspy. "What time is it amiga..." he mumbled some words in Spanish before yawning and sitting up straight. He threw the covers off himself to reveal that he was only in his boxers. His legs weren't attached and his stumps were bare. It was strange seeing him like this, yet it sent some butterflies to your stomach and red to your cheeks. 'Why does he do this to me...' you wondered to yourself.

The junkie threw himself over, his stumps hanging off the bed as he stared up at you. He let out a deep sigh as he saw that his legs fell from where he placed them, scattered on the carpet, out of his reach. "Chica.." he groaned, "Ayuda por favor." He cleared his throat. "My legs seem to have lost me." He nodded at his steel body parts, edging you to help him.

You smiled and complied, picking up the legs on the ground and bringing them over to him. He smiled and clicked the prosthetics in place, grateful for your help in his situation. He stood up, towering over you, "Gracias." His grin made your heart melt, and the smell of him being this close to you made your heart throb.

After shaking yourself out of thought and taking your eyes off his abs, your eyes met his and you began to speak. "You're needed down in the.. council.. in around 45 minutes." Your voice was soft and low, and surprisingly, Octane chuckled at your remark.

"Council, amiga? Did bloodhound say that or something?" His laugh boomed as he continued. "It's just a room with a table and a few chairs, it's nothing that sounds that fancy." He softly grabbed you by your waist to move you aside, staring intently at your (E/C) eyes as he did. This made you extremely flustered and nervous, so you began to stammer.