Gundam 00 || "Child's Play"
Title: Child's Play
Fandom: Gundam 00
Characters: Allelujah/Hallelujah Haptism, Christina Sierra
Rating: R
Notes: For the Gundam 00 Kink Meme. Prompt: Hallelujah/Christina, dirty sex in the changing room.
Child's Play
The changing room was empty as Hallelujah tore off his helmet, shaking his head a bit before tossing the helmet carelessly onto the floor. Allelujah made a noise of protest in the back of his mind, but he brushed him off. He began unzipping his flightsuit when the door slid open.
“Oh, sorry,” Christina blinked as she stepped inside, “Don’t mind me, I just need to get something really fast. I’ll be out of your hair in a minute.”
She moved towards her locker when Hallelujah stepped forward, grabbing her roughly by the shoulder and turned her around before slamming her into the wall of lockers. Allelujah gasped in horror.
“Allelujah?” she asked, surprising unfazed. Hallelujah stared at her, inspecting her a moment before capturing her lips in a fierce meeting of teeth and tongue. Christina was shockingly complacent, only moving her lips meekly against his as Hallelujah’s fingers squeezed bruises into her arms. He pulled back enough to finish undoing his suit, shrugging it off as Christina caught her breath.
“Don’t make any noise,” he ordered, gripping her face. There was no fear or anger in Christina’s face as she nodded.
Allelujah howled, What are you doing?!
“Undress,” Hallelujah ordered, releasing her face. Sometimes showing things to Allelujah got the point across better.
Christina loosened her belt and the button to her shorts, unzipping them before wiggling them off. Her shirt was next and she easily pulled it over her head before letting it drop to the floor beside her. She raised her eyebrows at him and at Hallelujah’s nod, reached behind her and undid the clasps of her bra.
“You’re slow,” Hallelujah chided, pulling her bra off before yanking her underwear down as well, gripping her by the hips and pushing her back against the lockers. “This isn’t a strip tease.”
“Would you like it to be?” she countered coyly, and Hallelujah couldn’t help but smirk.
“I want a quick fuck,” he told her, and she smiled, nodding.
“I thought so.”
Allelujah was screaming inside his head. What are you doing?! You can’t! She’s…She’s a colleague! You can’t just--!
Oh shut up, Hallelujah snapped back, We haven’t gotten any since…well, actually, ever, and I’m not going to pass up the opportunity because you want to be civil.
“You’re still dressed,” she commented, tugging at his shirtsleeve absently. Hallelujah shrugged, undoing his belt buckle.
“Like I said, I want it quick.”
Christina didn’t mention that she was completely undressed (save for her underwear around her knees) and Hallelujah rewarded her with a sharp nip at her neck. She moaned softly, and Hallelujah pulled back to give her a look.
“I said to be quiet.”
Christina nodded calmly, as if this whole thing was a hostage situation and she was the negotiator. Hallelujah undid his zipper without a word, pulling his half-hard cock from his underwear. He saw Christina glance at it and he smirked, gripping her chin in his free hand.
“You’re a bit impatient, aren’t you?”
She smiled a bit, and Hallelujah kissed her, sucking her tongue into his mouth. He lifted her up by her thighs while Allelujah continued to scream in his head.
Shut up, he scoffed again, and pushed him to the back of his mind, blocking out the racket.
He yanked her underwear off completely, tossing it away as he spread her legs and moved closer, pressing into her. She tensed, and inhaled sharply, hands on either side of her clenching into fists. He shoved in with abandon, and to her credit, Christina only gasped. He latched onto her neck, biting and sucking at the skin there as he rocked against her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding onto him as she cautiously placed her hands on his shoulders. Hallelujah didn’t bother to rebuke her.
One hand left her thigh to trail up to a breast, taking it in hand and squeezing firmly. She gasped again, shifting into his thrusts, and he smirked against her neck, adjusting his grip to take her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it between the digits and Christina bit her lip, holding back a moan. He couldn’t help but be impressed.
He nipped at her ear. “Moan a little,” he said, “Say my name.”
“A-Allelujah,” she shuddered out a breath, and Hallelujah pinched her nipple. “Oh God, Allelujah.”
He smirked a bit as he felt Allelujah distantly go still in his mind. This was getting fun.
“Tell me to fuck you harder,” he went on, stilling the movements of his hips. She trembled, pressing her lips together and making a pitiful noise. “Say it.”
“F-Fuck me harder, Allelujah,” she whispered, gasping as Hallelujah snapped his hips against hers. “Ah!”
He took her bottom lip between his teeth, biting down lightly before kissing her hard, all teeth and tongue as his thrusts quickened.
She made a noise into his mouth, legs quivering as he came inside her, digging his nails into her thighs as he did so. Her hips rocked against his shallowly once, twice, then stilled as her thighs tightened around his waist. He pulled away from her mouth with a final nip at her lips, giving her a look through hooded eyes.
“Are you done?” he commented dryly, and she loosened her grip, legs relaxing. He let go of her thighs and she tumbled a bit, before she caught herself and straightened, keeping her back against the lockers.
“Thank you,” she smiled, picking up her clothes. Hallelujah fixed his clothes, and turned away.
“Put my gear in my locker,” he said over his shoulder, walking towards the door, “It’s too much of a hassle.”
Allelujah started protesting again, shouting curses and horrified complaints as they left the room.
How can you do that?! How can you have sex with someone then just walk off?! You're horrible! Now I have to go apologize to Christina, and I didn't even do anything!
Fandom: Gundam 00
Characters: Allelujah/Hallelujah Haptism, Christina Sierra
Rating: R
Notes: For the Gundam 00 Kink Meme. Prompt: Hallelujah/Christina, dirty sex in the changing room.
Child's Play
The changing room was empty as Hallelujah tore off his helmet, shaking his head a bit before tossing the helmet carelessly onto the floor. Allelujah made a noise of protest in the back of his mind, but he brushed him off. He began unzipping his flightsuit when the door slid open.
“Oh, sorry,” Christina blinked as she stepped inside, “Don’t mind me, I just need to get something really fast. I’ll be out of your hair in a minute.”
She moved towards her locker when Hallelujah stepped forward, grabbing her roughly by the shoulder and turned her around before slamming her into the wall of lockers. Allelujah gasped in horror.
“Allelujah?” she asked, surprising unfazed. Hallelujah stared at her, inspecting her a moment before capturing her lips in a fierce meeting of teeth and tongue. Christina was shockingly complacent, only moving her lips meekly against his as Hallelujah’s fingers squeezed bruises into her arms. He pulled back enough to finish undoing his suit, shrugging it off as Christina caught her breath.
“Don’t make any noise,” he ordered, gripping her face. There was no fear or anger in Christina’s face as she nodded.
Allelujah howled, What are you doing?!
“Undress,” Hallelujah ordered, releasing her face. Sometimes showing things to Allelujah got the point across better.
Christina loosened her belt and the button to her shorts, unzipping them before wiggling them off. Her shirt was next and she easily pulled it over her head before letting it drop to the floor beside her. She raised her eyebrows at him and at Hallelujah’s nod, reached behind her and undid the clasps of her bra.
“You’re slow,” Hallelujah chided, pulling her bra off before yanking her underwear down as well, gripping her by the hips and pushing her back against the lockers. “This isn’t a strip tease.”
“Would you like it to be?” she countered coyly, and Hallelujah couldn’t help but smirk.
“I want a quick fuck,” he told her, and she smiled, nodding.
“I thought so.”
Allelujah was screaming inside his head. What are you doing?! You can’t! She’s…She’s a colleague! You can’t just--!
Oh shut up, Hallelujah snapped back, We haven’t gotten any since…well, actually, ever, and I’m not going to pass up the opportunity because you want to be civil.
“You’re still dressed,” she commented, tugging at his shirtsleeve absently. Hallelujah shrugged, undoing his belt buckle.
“Like I said, I want it quick.”
Christina didn’t mention that she was completely undressed (save for her underwear around her knees) and Hallelujah rewarded her with a sharp nip at her neck. She moaned softly, and Hallelujah pulled back to give her a look.
“I said to be quiet.”
Christina nodded calmly, as if this whole thing was a hostage situation and she was the negotiator. Hallelujah undid his zipper without a word, pulling his half-hard cock from his underwear. He saw Christina glance at it and he smirked, gripping her chin in his free hand.
“You’re a bit impatient, aren’t you?”
She smiled a bit, and Hallelujah kissed her, sucking her tongue into his mouth. He lifted her up by her thighs while Allelujah continued to scream in his head.
Shut up, he scoffed again, and pushed him to the back of his mind, blocking out the racket.
He yanked her underwear off completely, tossing it away as he spread her legs and moved closer, pressing into her. She tensed, and inhaled sharply, hands on either side of her clenching into fists. He shoved in with abandon, and to her credit, Christina only gasped. He latched onto her neck, biting and sucking at the skin there as he rocked against her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding onto him as she cautiously placed her hands on his shoulders. Hallelujah didn’t bother to rebuke her.
One hand left her thigh to trail up to a breast, taking it in hand and squeezing firmly. She gasped again, shifting into his thrusts, and he smirked against her neck, adjusting his grip to take her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it between the digits and Christina bit her lip, holding back a moan. He couldn’t help but be impressed.
He nipped at her ear. “Moan a little,” he said, “Say my name.”
“A-Allelujah,” she shuddered out a breath, and Hallelujah pinched her nipple. “Oh God, Allelujah.”
He smirked a bit as he felt Allelujah distantly go still in his mind. This was getting fun.
“Tell me to fuck you harder,” he went on, stilling the movements of his hips. She trembled, pressing her lips together and making a pitiful noise. “Say it.”
“F-Fuck me harder, Allelujah,” she whispered, gasping as Hallelujah snapped his hips against hers. “Ah!”
He took her bottom lip between his teeth, biting down lightly before kissing her hard, all teeth and tongue as his thrusts quickened.
She made a noise into his mouth, legs quivering as he came inside her, digging his nails into her thighs as he did so. Her hips rocked against his shallowly once, twice, then stilled as her thighs tightened around his waist. He pulled away from her mouth with a final nip at her lips, giving her a look through hooded eyes.
“Are you done?” he commented dryly, and she loosened her grip, legs relaxing. He let go of her thighs and she tumbled a bit, before she caught herself and straightened, keeping her back against the lockers.
“Thank you,” she smiled, picking up her clothes. Hallelujah fixed his clothes, and turned away.
“Put my gear in my locker,” he said over his shoulder, walking towards the door, “It’s too much of a hassle.”
Allelujah started protesting again, shouting curses and horrified complaints as they left the room.
How can you do that?! How can you have sex with someone then just walk off?! You're horrible! Now I have to go apologize to Christina, and I didn't even do anything!