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One Last Job---Chapter Three

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3: Walker

Berlin, Germany, October 2024

I hated to admit it at the time but I was grateful that Alex moved into the room she lent me to ease the headache that just wouldn’t subside unless she was right next to me. I was too chicken to mention anything, mainly because I was afraid of what she’d say if I even suggested sleeping in the same room but she beat me to it. I was damn tired after that whole ordeal with the mine and meeting her. So, when I finally gave in and chose to sleep in the bed and not on the floor, I fell asleep in seconds. She also just oozed this calming aura that I had to assume was because of me and my stupid near constant headache that was slowly getting worse. Before it was close to 5 feet before things got bad but now it was barely 5 and I opened my eyes, still groggy, to find that Alex had gotten significantly closer.

My eyes widened since she was right up against me, head resting on my chest and I hated to admit that it felt good, not in a weird way but my head was calm, I felt normal for the first time in the last 24 hours. She had to have felt the headache getting worse and moved closer deliberately or just ended up that way because sometimes people move in their sleep and I had to assume it’d been a while since she had to share this bed, maybe ever. I felt bad moving and really didn’t want to disturb her but she was also making my right arm go numb and I really wanted to gain some feeling back.

“Alex…” I whispered and she muttered something before getting even closer and I hated to admit my cheeks got hot. “Alex…Uh…can you move?”

“No…Still tired,” she mumbled and I slowly started to attempt to slide out from under her, still without fully disturbing her.

“Okay…I’m just gonna slide out then,” I said and got far enough that I could slide fully out and sort of fall onto the floor and leave her sprawled across half the bed.

I rolled my eyes and jumped up, stretching since while the bed was comfy the positioning had been a bit awkward and I had been subconsciously trying to avoid exactly that scenario. Did I want to snuggle the arguably gorgeous woman that had convinced me it was beneficial to sleep in the same bed?

Of COURSE I did.

I may be an idiot according to almost all the major publications but I’m not stupid and Alex wasn’t bad looking, not even close. The moment she was laughing in that park with the ice cream in hand as the sun set behind her was the biggest temptation I’d gotten since we’d met and it had literally been two days. It hurt trying to keep it simply professional and I forced myself to ignore the start of a headache as I grabbed a coffee from her kitchen.

She didn’t have much in terms of food, just the necessities but I had cooked with less and wanted to make something to say thank you for not killing me. She could’ve easily just walked off and ignored me, let me die at the hands of the stupid mine but she didn’t, she stayed and showed genuine care. I knew that Val was likely fucking with me when she gave me that file, they knew nothing about Alex and she was so different than what I’d been told it was crazy. I had heard the story of Clint Barton aka Hawkeye, one of the OG 6 Avengers and how he recruited Natasha Romanoff just by deciding she deserved a chance and I never understood it. He was sent to kill her and he didn’t, he just came back with someone he thought deserved a second chance and it always seemed so unrealistic.

I had been trained to follow orders, both in the military and when I accepted the Captain America job, to take what my superiors said and follow it to a T no matter what. They knew better than I did and I got demoted from being Cap because I disobeyed an order, all of it was my fault and it was…I knew that. I decided after that trial and Olivia left me to never disobey another order if I ever got the chance to be given one…and yet here I was. Cooking breakfast for a woman that should be dead by now and I should be at home in New York, getting praised by Val and awaiting further orders, more assignments just like this one. But getting in and destroying a base of scientists doing horrible things or breaking up a war was a lot more tolerable than killing this one girl who arguably had done nothing wrong. I couldn’t say that for myself, I had regrets, from my military career and beyond but Alex wasn’t some high level security threat…she was a survivor.

I wasn’t going to turn on her and it wasn’t just because I needed her to stay alive but I wanted to keep her safe, from Val, from the German government that likely wanted her dead and everyone in between. Alex was my problem now and I wanted to make sure that she could actually be free of Anton for good, live life without a fear of being hunted and make friends that weren’t going to get murdered just for their association with her. Alex was stuck with me, in more ways than one and I grinned thinking of the fun we might have on the mission as I placed a fried egg and some toast on her plate along with a very ironic portion of Canadian bacon.

“Yeah…I’m predictable, I know.”

I turned and sure enough she was leaning against the wall and smiling at the breakfast as my eyes widened and I knew I was screwing myself. She looked beautiful in nothing but a pair of shorts and a large t-shirt with some German saying on it, her hair a mess and out of the braid she had it in yesterday. Without the long sleeves of the leather jacket she had on yesterday I could see the aftermath of that fake HYDRA lab and all the scars that lined her arms, not to mention a pretty impressive sleeve tattoo.

“I like that tattoo,” I said and placed the breakfast on the small dining table as she glanced at it.

It covered her entire left arm and was a collection of black swirls and brush strokes, pocketed in some parts thanks to more scars but it looked pretty cool regardless and fit in with her whole shadows based powers thing she had going on. Though Alex didn’t look all that thrilled I had mentioned it and stood, grabbing a hoodie left on a chair and pulling it on as I sighed and sipped my coffee.

“Sorry.”

“It’s not a tattoo.”

“Really?”

“When my shadow powers fully developed at 24, right before I got out, it appeared on my arm, first as this small streak but it slowly got bigger until the entire thing was covered. I don’t know why, just that some mutants have visual indicators, I guess it’s mine.”

“Well…it looks cool,” I offered and she smirked, a small one but still a smirk and it made my heart feel a little lighter.

“Thank you and thanks for this, I forget to eat half the time.”

“Yeah, I’ve been there,” I muttered and thought back to a week ago, skipping meals in favour of a bottle of whiskey. “But hey…I can cook so…”

Alex eyed me and took a bite of the fried egg on top of the toast and she nodded in agreement, looking happy which made me pretty happy. Yeah, sue me, I liked eating breakfast with the mutant I was sent to kill but it was also the first time I had any companionship in months and I felt like we both needed it.

“So…discount Captain America,” she began and I choked on my coffee since she had the guts to mention it so casually.

“Yep.”

“I heard about that, you were quite the thing on social media after the…incident.”

“Yeah…people couldn’t get enough of it, they still can’t.”

“But I have to assume there are some regrets…right?”

I picked at the egg in front of me and didn’t meet her eyes, hoping my silence would make the answer to that question pretty obvious that of course I had regrets. The serum swirling around in my system was one of them and it broke the already fragile state my mind was in when I chose to take it at such an inopportune moment. Maybe helping Alex could be a much needed redemption arc and get me back to what I was before, not the broken man I was currently.

“You always regret something,” I muttered and drained my cup of coffee before grabbing her plate and shoving everything in the sink. “So…your friend…did he leave more shirts behind?”

“The closet has some,” she said and I nodded in thanks before returning to the spare room and shutting the door, my hands shaking.

He had left behind a couple t-shirts so I slid the kevlar vest on before pulling on a black one and running a hand through my hair, sighing as I went. I didn’t like talking about what happened, it was still too fresh and was the main reason I had avoided talking to a therapist in between Latvia and now. There was probably some PTSD lingering in the back of my mind but I hadn’t bothered to deal with it, there was just too much going on…too much…not going on.

“What a joke,” I muttered and retracted the shield before shoving it in a pocket of my cargo pants and readjusting the holster underneath my shirt that held the gun she let me keep.

I knew Alex trusted me not to do anything to her, to follow her lead and see where this goes but giving the gun back was a bold choice and I wasn’t sure if I’d do the same if the roles were reversed. But as long as the mine was stuck in the back of my head I was at her mercy and grabbed my discarded canvas jacket before slipping it on and heading out, grabbing the boots on the way and spotting Alex getting ready. She had chosen a similar outfit of close to all black with a tight fitting tactical jacket but one piece stood out above all the rest…the shoes.

“Uh…Converse?” I asked and she eyed me.

“So?”

“Aren’t they impractical?”

“No…they feel pretty good to me,” she said and glanced at the black high tops that looked pretty worse for wear. “They were the first brand of shoes I ever bought myself…so they mean a lot.”

I smirked at that and glanced down at my left wrist where a solid black and very durable Casio had been sitting on it since my first day in the military, a gift from my older brother since it had a compass and according to him, you always needed to be pointed towards home. After he died I decided to never take it off aside from showering and I’ve had to hide many tans in my day since there was always a line of white leftover from the watch. It was my Converse and while the shoes reminded Alex of freedom, of getting away from Dark Force and getting to live her own life and buy her own shoes…my watch was a reminder of what I should be, what my brother would’ve wanted. I had no idea what he’d think of me right now, helping Alex, getting discharged after what happened in Latvia, failing as Captain America.

“John?”

“Hmm.”

I glanced up to find Alex looking at me, her head tilted slightly like she was some kind of cat and I had to assume that I had been staring at the watch for longer than someone was supposed to be. But I also didn’t want it anymore and it felt wrong to just take it off and leave it at her apartment, a spot I didn’t know if I’d ever come back to, but maybe that was a good thing. I walked in her door as a man that was dead set on doing his job, on following every order and keeping myself in line and I was walking out as someone breaking some sort of law. Valentina would be pissed if and when I got back to the States and Mike would be shaking his head if he saw me now, standing next to a target and choosing to put everything on the line to help her.

“I’m okay,” I said and slipped off the watch, placing it on a small table near the spare room door. “It’s dead.”

“Oh…Maybe we can find a new one,” she suggested and I nodded, giving her a very small smile before following her out the door.

I looked back at it one last time before she shut the door and knew it was a good decision, I needed to do that and one day it’d feel good and not like a mistake. Old me was in that apartment, still beating himself up at the fact that I didn’t follow orders and new me was out there, with Alex, waiting to see where this could go. I’d find another watch somewhere in Germany, maybe even with her and I had a feeling it would come to mean a hell of a lot more.

***

Alex and I journeyed over to the eastern side of Berlin, near where that infamous wall was and found Mel at a park that was dedicated to it, sitting on a bench and sipping a latte. She didn’t look like what I expected and had long and very dark brown hair with matching eyes and a tired look in her eyes that had to be because of Alex. From what I had gathered based on context clues, their relationship wasn’t the greatest and Mel had been very close with the people that Alex had lost a couple years back. She frowned when she finally caught sight of Alex and didn’t immediately go in for a hug but rather a curt nod as we took a seat on the bench.

“Mel,” Alex began as I scooted a bit away, trying to give them privacy but the bench was only so big.

“Alex…And?”

“John Walker,” I greeted and held out my hand as she eyed it.

“The old Captain America,” she said and I sighed, retracting the hand and giving her a nod.

“Pretty much.”

“He has the mine?” she asked and Alex nodded as Mel stood and poked and prodded at the back of my neck. “Interesting…normally they stay near the surface but this one’s started to bury itself. Have you felt any more adverse side effects?”

“Besides the headache?” I deadpanned and could just feel her frowning at me.

“Yes.”

“No…just that. They’re getting stronger though, a couple feet and I can’t see straight.”

“A proximity mine wasn’t designed to last, they’re an easy kill. Normally you attach the mine to the target and make yourself the source so you can get rid of them by just walking away. It’s not a big explosion, more or less a shockwave delivered to the brain stem that causes the brain to short circuit in a way.”

“How long does it take?” I asked as Mel retook her seat and let out a sigh.

“Minutes. You’d be dead before the headache came on if you did it right.”

“But we can get rid of it,” Alex said and Mel sighed.

“I don’t do that line of work anymore.”

“But you did and you know a hell of a lot more about them than either of us combined,” Alex pointed out and I raised a brow, curious as to what I was missing.

“I made the mine,” Mel deadpanned and I shot up so fast I nearly crashed into Alex before stepping back and keeping my distance. “It was a long time ago.”

“You worked for Dark Force?”

“It’s how I met them,” Alex muttered, “they heard my story and reached out thanks to similar circumstances. Mel was a scientist and Meg a test subject but she only got the job to save Meg who was kidnapped. It worked.”

“I broke Meg out a couple years before Alex destroyed them all. Our parents were mutants, but only Meg got the gene and when they died, Dark Force came knocking. I spent close to 15 years trying to get her back, and it finally paid off. I just had to do some terrible things in the process…that mine included.”

“Okay…so you can remove it?”

“No…but I did hear they were selling the tool that can,” she deadpanned and my eyes widened. “Anton came by.”

“Are you okay?” Alex asked and turned, beginning to look her over for injuries as Meg let her.

“I’m fine. He didn’t do anything, we just talked. He mentioned losing control and some old Dark Force assets when they raided their second base a couple years back, the one in Munich. Well…those assets are now being sold in the city at an underground auction in a few days time, he wanted my help to get them back.”

“Will he be there?” Alex asked and I could see her tense up a bit.

“No…he won’t, some issues at another spot he’s been dealing with. It seems that Anton is trying to rebuild and I assume a few of his associates will be in Munich. But so will a very small device called an extractor, long and skinny, with a little forked mechanism on the end, it can override the mine and was the only one made. The other method is harder…voice control through a separate device that Anton no doubt has on him. This is your best bet.”

“We need it,” Alex agreed and looked over at me.

“Yeah…I guess we do.”

“We get that device and then go after Anton, being separated will be much easier.”

“No threat of death every five feet,” I said and she sighed but gave me a solemn nod.

“Here, he also dropped this off,” Mel said and handed over an actual pamphlet for whatever thing was going down in Munich.

“Criminals use pamphlets?” I asked and she rolled her eyes.

“Don’t underestimate them, Anton knows how to recruit people.”

“We’ll grab my stuff before we go, that’ll help,” I added since I wanted my full suit and some pyjama bottoms.

“Good luck,” Mel added and actually wrapped Alex in a hug which surprised me and her but she grinned and reciprocated it, holding on for a little too long but Mel didn’t complain.

She eventually pulled back and walked off, out of the park and left us to figure out what the next move was, which was for sure my hotel room that wasn’t too far from the very park we were standing in. I led Alex to it and didn’t bother commenting on the fact that she was pretty quiet after that encounter with Mel since I could tell that it meant a lot to her and I wanted her to relish in that feeling of being close with her. God…even though my ex-fiance, Olivia, said she never wanted to talk to me again because, “Lemar would be ashamed of what I did and what I threw away” I’d give anything for a moment like that. I wouldn’t use it to beg for her forgiveness or get her back, I was too different from the John she fell in love with, I’d just say sorry.

“Here we are,” I said and swiped my key before pushing open the door only to get immediately tossed back into the hallway but someone I couldn’t see.

“John!” Alex called as someone else did the same to her and I scrambled back, deploying the shield which banged against the guy's fist.

He cursed something at me in German and I knew they had to be the agents who were after Alex before I got the job and Val must’ve told them I hadn’t checked in. It wasn’t deliberate, my phone died and I didn’t feel like asking for a charger from Alex after everything that had happened yesterday. Though…in hindsight it might’ve been productive and I glared daggers before charging forward and knocking the guy through the door of the room. My eyes caught on a second and I dipped to the left, holding up the shield as he shot at me, the bullets thankfully being deflected. I was about to pull out a taser I kept on hand for non-lethal takedowns when the guy dropped and I glanced up to find Alex standing over him, a pool of her shadows at her feet.

“Two more out here,” she said and was gone, leaving me with the guy who had gotten to his feet.

I jumped up as well, keeping the shield in front and pushing forward, getting the guy in the chest and he stepped back with an oof as I switched to fists and delivered a quick blow to his face. He really reeled back but wasn’t phased for long and I cursed, dipping down and deflecting a shot that was a little too close for comfort. He spouted off something else in German and I could be bothered to try and translate it before sweeping out a leg and catching him off balance.

“John!” Alex called and I cursed, trying to get out there and see if she needed me when the guy I tripped returned the favor and grabbed my leg.

I swung out with the opposite and got him in the nose, causing it to start bleeding and he reeled back in pain as I fumbled with the taser, finally knocking it free of the second shoulder holster. I scrambled back and kicked up to my feet before tasering him and the guy who was reaching for his gun, stopped and sunk to the ground in a daze before going under. I grinned and turned just as the same guy getting Alex in the hallway was on top of me and we fell to the ground in a heap as he got a good hold and began choking me, having knocked the taser out of my hand in the initial attack.

I cursed and tried to reach for anything to get him before I couldn’t breathe but the only thing close was the shield and I grabbed the edge before bashing the top against his head. Now…Serum does weird things to you…it gives you incredible abilities but the most annoying had forever been super strength, as in I couldn’t really control it. The bash with the shield was a lot, too much and my eyes widened when the guy immediately went limp and his arms relaxed from around my neck.

“John…are you…oh god…”

I glanced behind me at Alex who looked horrified and moved away from the guy to find out that that bash was a little too much and the front of the shield, which was made of some sort of overly durable metal, had bashed his skull in. It was bloody to say the least and I glanced at the shield which was covered in it before throwing it at the wall in fear, causing Alex to jump as it embedded itself into it, not very hard, I wasn’t feeling that strong after that. I was feeling like I wanted to explode and the headache from her being far away wasn’t helping as I slid back, trying to get away from a nearly identical scene to that incident in Latvia.

I didn’t want to sit there and shut down but something had clicked and I couldn’t fix it…couldn’t get it to go back and my mind was plagued with memories, ones that just wouldn’t go away. Alex was quick to look around for my stuff and I caught my duffle bag and small carry on in her hand as she wandered over and placed a very tentative hand on my knee.

“Erase it,” I muttered and her eyes widened.

“What?”

“This moment, get rid of it.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“That’s not healthy, you can’t erase this,” she said and I saw the look on her face, and knew that there was more to that reasoning than she was letting on.

“You did it.”

“My tattoo…It’s not from my shadow powers…it’s from me erasing my memory. I only remember like 4 years of those 20 and I can’t get them back, I don’t know how you got Latvia but erasing memories for me is permanent.”

“Okay…”

I stood and she helped me to my feet, handing me the duffle as I reluctantly grabbed the shield and retracted it, wanting to deal with the blood when we got somewhere safe. Alex offered me a hand once I had combed over the apartment and I didn’t take it, I didn’t want her to feel what was going on in my head but she was always stubborn and grabbed it anyways, flooding my brain with a rush of peace as I let out a sigh. It felt good to have her there, as a sort of moral support and to grab me and pull me back from the edge when things got rough. I had to hope that it was an isolated incident and it wouldn’t become a regular occurrence, I didn’t think my brain could take it.

Munich, Germany, October 2024

2 Days Later

We had a few days to sit in Munich before the auction and I still couldn’t get what I did out of my head, so I spent the vast majority of those days held up in my bedroom of our shared hotel room. Sure the headaches were pretty bad and it kept Alex mainly indoors the whole time but she claimed it was fine and that the hotel’s room service wasn’t half bad. Money for her was no object because of her powers since if she wanted something she could just take it and convince the person they had given it to her. It worked that way for the hotel room and wherever someone asked for money for the room service they just turned and left, having assumed she’d already given it to them or was never there to begin with. It was pretty impressive and since I also didn’t feel like talking, Alex spent most of those two days rambling about anything that came to mind, whether it was the weather outside or explaining in detail the show she was watching on the hotel’s TV.

It took until the day of the auction for me to finally break and meander my way outside to not only get some relief for the headache but also to make myself a cup of coffee since I’d been lacking in caffeine. She looked thrilled to see me and eagerly patted the spot next to her on the couch after the small Keurig had brewed my so-so coffee. I took a seat, more-so flopped down onto it and let out a massive sigh before downing half the cup in one gulp. I placed it on the table and glanced at Alex who looked very eager to do something or talk to me, or even a mix of both based on the grin on her face.

“So…”

“You want to do something,” I deadpanned and she nodded with a very wide grin.

“YES!”

“Being stuck inside has been quite insufferable, hmm?” I asked and she glared at me.

“I know I hold all the cards in this working relationship but I’m not about to kill you just because I don’t like sitting still for too long.”

“Do you think you could have ADHD?” I asked and she eyed me.

“Maybe…”

“Good, glad you’re aware of it,” I said and sipped the rest of my coffee as she let out a loud hmph.

“You are being mean because you refuse to acknowledge I’m even here and it’s driving me insane. I could’ve helped with that whole PTSD episode back in Berlin, you can talk to me.”

“Yeah…I asked for help and you refused,” I deadpanned and instantly regretted it when I saw the look on her face and my eyes shot down to the mark on her arm and what she told me about it.

“I refused for a reason,” she said and I nodded but Alex reached over and grabbed my shoulder, compelling me to look at her. “No…You don’t get it. You can’t just forget, it doesn’t work that way and it never will. People have things they regret all the time, big things and it just so happened yours was public, it was put out there to be ridiculed and you’re trying so hard to forget it. It’s not gonna go away.”

“What do you do? If you can’t forget?” I asked and she stopped compelling me and sat back, looking almost taken aback by the question.

“You look forward, you try and find a moment bigger than that one, one that can take all the regret and redirect it, make it feel smaller. I remember the times that I shared with Meg and the others, the moments they made me feel safe and alive, free. It works for a little while.”

“And when it stops?”

“You find another one.”

The advice was simplistic…look forward but for some reason it had gone over my head and at the moment, it felt like it stuck. I had been so focused on before, on the past, on what I’d done and what I’d failed at that I needed this, I needed her. A moment that stuck out was getting to tell Lemar that I chose him as my second, my Battlestar, and I wanted him to become Captain America’s new sidekick. He was thrilled, both for me and for the prospect of getting a chance to do some more good for the world. Sure…that moment led to his death…but I wasn’t going to focus on that, I needed a moment and I found it and maybe with Alex I could get some more.

“Sorry.”

“I like that moment,” she muttered and my eyes widened.

“Were you?”

“No…it’s fine. I think he’d like you.”

“HA! I doubt it,” she said and stood, grabbing her dusty old Converse before shaking them at me. “Get your shoes on you mopey super soldier, we got one day here and a couple hours and I want to go to a park.”

“Why?”

“Because I like them, don’t you?”

“Sure…”

“Good,” she said with a smile and I sighed before getting my sorry ass off the couch and insisting on a shower before the park which she reluctantly agreed to let me have.

She was like a teenager, an overly excited one at that and it was crazy to me we were the same age, but there was a clear difference in upbringings. I had the chance to grow up, to make mistakes and age out of that awkward immature phase and she never did. Alex was forced to act all adult since the day she was sold to Dark Force and gaining her freedom was a shot at getting that phase back so I didn’t really blame her. Besides…she was cute when she got excited and I sighed, fully aware that I had it bad and I couldn’t keep her out of my head. It felt like I was going to fuck this up at some point, do something I’d regret or let my feelings slip out when I didn’t mean to.

I just didn’t know it’d be so soon.

***

It was nice, seeing Alex so happy as we walked through a park that wasn’t that far from the hotel and also massive, one of the biggest in the city according to her which meant there were quite a few pockets where nobody was around. She kept radiating this nice and calming energy that I had to assume was meant for me and I kept resisting the urge to reach down and grab her hand when it wasn’t swinging around. I also was quite inept at figuring out how to flirt with someone since the last person I did flirt with was Olivia back in college and she already knew me because of Lemar. It was easy with her, we were old friends and the mutual attraction had always been there, not to mention I assumed she was going to be stuck with me forever. But now…

Now I felt like I was a teenager, trying to convince Stacy Pearson that I shared calculus with that she should take me to homecoming and not Brad Marley. She did end up taking Brad but I at least had Lemar who found me a friend of his that needed a date and we had a wonderful time. But without Lemar here and just my dumb brain, not to mention the fact that Alex could just focus on me and read my thoughts was making me nervous. I glanced down and sure enough my hands were shaking and I was just about to grab Alex’s when she beelined it for a bench and left me standing there.

“Come on!”

“Coming,” I said and sighed, brushing my sweaty palms off on my jeans and running after her, joining her on the bench.

“So…Since we’re close to Anton, or at least his associates, I want to tell you why I haven’t found him yet.”

“I was wondering,” I admitted, since ten years felt like a long time to be searching for someone.

“I was a precursor for Anton’s real plan. What he wanted was powers, was the chance to create an army and I was proof it worked. So he used my blood to keep himself alive and gave himself a very unique ability called blend. Basically he can appear completely invisible, without ever being it. He just tricks your mind into not seeing him.”

“So…he could be standing right behind us and we’d just be oblivious,” I guessed and she nodded. “Wow…that’s unsettling.”

“He’s infiltrated world meetings, banks, vaults, labs and all without anyone ever seeing him. Because my powers are a bit similar it doesn’t work that well on me, I can still spot him but only for a second before blend takes over and my mind forgets he was even there.”

“The paranoia must be deafening,” I said and she nodded in agreement.

“It’s kept me up at night. I didn’t bother buying a TV or a computer because I was worried I’d get distracted and suddenly he’d be there. And then one time a couple years back I found him in Berlin, right outside the city and was all set to attack, to get him dealt with but he brought backup. I almost died and that was how I met Mel and the others, they saw the fight and saved me.”

“You haven’t gotten that close since.”

“Nope…not since that moment,” she muttered and sighed. “I think he thought I had died after that, but I came back, I tend to. One of the memories I kept of being at Dark Force was that he called me a cockroach, and said I couldn’t stay dead that well. I think he meant it as an insult but I saw it as a compliment. You know…you’re a bit like a cockroach as well.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you always come back, you’re determined,” she insisted and our eyes locked for a split second as I shook my head. “Come on…it’s true.”

“I’m not determined, I’m stubborn.”

“Same difference,” Alex assured and laughed, a real laugh and I couldn’t look away.

“I need to learn how to control all of this first…so what happened…doesn’t happen again.”

“Maybe I can help, throw around a football and test your strength or something.”

“I’ll have you know, I was a varsity football player,” I said and grinned as she rolled her eyes.

“Wow…the American got more American, shocker,” she shot back and I frowned as she once again let out that beautiful laugh.

Alex stopped and smiled at me and because of where we were sitting there was a bit of light filtering in thanks to all the trees above us and we were just close enough that my arm was slightly touching hers. Alex had gone silent since I wouldn’t stop staring and I could tell she was getting a bit uncomfortable so I’d have to decide if I was going to be an idiot or not and fast. I decided to be an idiot and leaned down a bit, closing the gap caused by the fact that I was only the slightest bit taller.

God…stop…stop it please.

I tried to ignore the fact that I was screaming at myself to stop and got even closer but it became too much and I did stop, just barely an inch from her lips and pulled back, licking mine to try and diffuse some tension. Alex looked horribly amused and she stood, moving a bit away from the bench before spinning around to smile at me.

“We should get ready,” she suggested and I nodded in agreement before following her.

God dammit…why…I shouldn’t have listened, she wasn’t moving. It didn’t look like she was pulling back anytime soon…next time…maybe…

I nodded, feeling determined, but it broke when I looked up to find Alex smirking at me, a mischievous look on her face and my heart sunk since I knew…God…I knew. She had heard all of that and I felt my cheeks get so hot they hurt as I followed her back to the hotel room and prayed this wouldn’t ruin anything.

Please don’t hate me, I thought and just barely caught the shrug she gave me as she pulled open the hotel door.

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satorena · 6 months ago

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taking nerdjo’s glasses while you’re riding 🥸

cw. 18+. semi public sex. sub undertones. breeding kink.

“—ohhhh fuckkkkk,”

he doesn’t understand it— any of it. he doesn’t understand how he, of all people, managed to get you. the it girl on campus— with pretty hairstyles and cutesy nails, flocks of both girls and boys crawling after you for the slightest bit of your attention, is somehow interested in the least known guy around— the lanky, socially awkward physics teacher assistant with fading digimon stickers glued to the back of his worn down computer.

gojo assumes he’s experiencing one hell of a good dream. that’s the only way to explain the insatiable feeling of wet heat enveloping his aching dick. it’s the only way to explain the pornographic sounds of skin slapping echoing in this empty library. it’s the only way to explain why his balls are begging for release with each grind of needy hips rocking against his own.

he doesn’t want to wake up. he feels the cheap fabric of carpet beneath his fingernails from digging them into the floor. his knuckles are turning white from how hard he’s clenching. there’s an abnormal tightening of a knot in his guts begging to be snapped. he can feel beads of sweat forming at his hairline and his foggy glasses are slipping past his nose bridge uncomfortably—

but he doesn’t want to wake up.

planted on the heels of whatever latest trendy shoes you own, you’re riding his cock as if he were your lifeline. god you feel divine— your folds swallowing him into your cunt with such ease and precision, walls clenching down the moment he’s balls deep. he can feel your acrylics scratching at his undercut with one hand while the other holds your body steady down his thigh.

gojo doesn’t think he’s breathing, and frankly, isn’t sure if he wants to. you’re reckless— moaning freely in the emptiness of the establishment and right into the shell of his ear as if your birthright, careless of the thuds of heavy textbooks hitting the floor. there’s a crease in your brows and your jaw hangs slack, glossy lips parted as they release the hymns of your cries,

“—so deep, can feel you in my stomach!”

your tits bounce in clockwise motions. you’d freed yourself from your top sometime between the flirting behind bookshelves and his pikachu drawls dropping down to the floor. the sound of your pussy squelching with every bounce is a memory he wouldn’t forget even on his death bed— cunt so wet he can hardly feel his own dick in you.

the pad of your thumb grazes his bottom lip, and you lean forward to catch it between yours. he’s frozen stiff— the slip of your tongue in his mouth, your overwhelming sweetness invading his senses. he’s moaning pathetically, growing some security in the muffled sounds, so overstimulated by this insatiable pleasure that his arms start to feel weak.

your tongue swipes at his lips before nibbling on the flesh, “—taste so good,” he feels your lips mouthing against his own, and wishes he was able to focus for a split second on what you told him, but the ache in balls are a telltale that this euphoric dream is drawing to an end.

he squints his eyes shut. he tries to focus on the latest chapter of his latest obsession manga and theories he’s conspired. he recalls the sneak of his wrinkly old professor’s ass crack from his early lecture. he thinks back on this auction he’s seen online for retro limited edition video games. did he ever end up submitting that biochem lab assignment due—

“gojo.”

he snaps his eyes open. he didn’t realize he’d clenched his entire facial muscles until the moment he was able to see you again— only releasing those muscles feeling tightness in his cheeks (amongst other places)(read: his cock).

you’ve slowed down your pace. you’ve switched your movements from bounces to grinding. he can feel his tip prodding at your gummy walls. your breath fans his cupid’s bow and he’s only now noticing how close in proximity you both are. he can feel your heartbeat against his chest, and he’s positive you can feel his stomach clenching against your own.

he begins to feel more of your body weight on his, a feeling he definitely wants to get accustomed to, as you shift from your feet to your knees. your hand on his thigh trails upwards past his trail of hair, sliding up past the ridges of his abs, over the planes of his chest and meet at his nape with its other duo. there’s an aroma of vanilla and cherries exuding off you—

heisenburg’s uncertainty principle. star wars mandalorian culture. the roswell ufo incident. fucking neon genesis evangelion’s a cruel angel’s thesis—

“you don’t like me?” you ask him, all doey eyed like. it doesn’t sound like a legitimate question, but his ‘huh’ does draw more into a whine when you intentionally clamp down on his dick. he doesn’t miss the mischievous glint in your eyes.

gojo bites down on his lower lip, fiddling with a loose thread on the carpet. his body releases a shudder at the chills creeping up his spine when you trace a finger down the slope of his neck, “w-what?” he asks weakly, huffing as his toes curl in his socks.

this time, you cock your head just barely to the side, and he watches your gaze trail from his lips to his eyes and back to his lips. despite the agonizingly slow pace, you never stop riding him. his cock is still graced by your warmth, still snatching his soul through his slit. your lashes bat twice before glancing back up at his eyes.

“you don’t like me.” you’re not asking this time, your tone dripping in seduction and like a fool, finds himself swayed. you’re teasing him— he can see it in the way the corner of your lips quirk into your infamous smile. you’ve got him wrapped all around your pretty finger— he knows it and you definitely know it.

as if he was anybody to not like you. your ass cheeks clench when you drive your body forward, gripping on his cock so tight he can feel the wind knocked out his lungs, “no! are you, ngh, crazy— of course i do—”

“because i like you.” it falls short of a whisper, but the vibrations of your words against his lips shoot right to his heart and balls, and he knows his blotchy cheeks are now flushed red for an entirely different reason.

he answers faster than his mind can process, his stomach jumping with butterflies and an oncoming orgasm. your eyes won’t leave his— like a deceiving siren baring deep into his soul and rendering him vulnerable before consuming his entire being. not too far from his reality, hips bucking upwards as desperately as possible to emphasize his immediate answer, “i like you too—”

“you won’t look at me,” gojo hadn’t realized he shied away from your gaze, pouring his entire focus on not spilling both his heart and cum right into you, “talk to me.”

“i-it’s just, um,” he tries to flick his eyes back onto yours, but you’re still staring so intensely behind siren eyes and still rocking your hips. your fluids drip past your cunt and down his sack, before staining the carpet, “i’m a—mmph, nobody and you’re— well, you’re you,” he feels a hot tongue glide over the accumulated sweat on his neck and humps up again, “y’re just so pretty and every time i look at you i get the urge to c-cum but,” your teeth sink into his jugular before nibbling and he whines, throwing his head back, “i want— need you to cum first. . .”

there’s a beat of silence for a while. you’ve even halted your grinding altogether. he prays to god he didn’t mess up the one good thing that’s happened to him in all his twenty one years of living. you’ve even popped his now bruised skin from your lips— hovering right over the mark you left on him. pleasure licks at his limbs feverishly, back arching in hopes to dig even deeper (if possible) in your pussy.

you pull away from his neck and the tip of your nose is back to grazing his own. your usually styled hair is now a mess, your skin dampening from moisture and your lip gloss now swapped for your and his saliva— your overall classic, picture perfect image completely abandoned,

and he doesn’t think you’ve looked any prettier.

“so,” you draw out, freeing a hand from his locks to graze over the throbbing love bite at his neck. gojo sniffs, pushing his foggy glasses back up on his bridge with the back of his hand, and you caress the throbbing flesh, “the problem is when you look huh. . .?”

his neck is suddenly released from blissful torture and he feels his frames coming off his face from no effort of his own. his vision slowly fades and his pupils dilate to accommodate to his now poor quality of sight, “what are you—”

and his breath hitches. he can only make out your shape through your sinful curves but there’s no mistake from your silhouette— your hands, now holding his glasses hostage, press at his chest, “trust me,” you apply firm pressure from your palms to his upper body, and he feels himself sinking into the floor, back meeting the dirty carpet.

trust you? he’d lay his life on the line for a woman like you.

his fingers spread as his palms face the sky, and his breath staggered. the bookshelves, windows and study rooms are all blurry as fuck— which is both off putting and extremely risky since library hours were still valid at this time, but despite it all, it felt as if he could see you clear as day. gojo would usually never put his academics on the line, but he couldn’t deny the thrill of possibly getting caught having sex with the finest girl in school in a public library had his cock twitching incessantly.

god, he is just so happy to be here.

your fingers slide his glasses atop your nose bridge, and your cheeks split into a cheeky smile, hips beginning to roll back into their previous tempo. he feels your hands grabbing his own, before resting them at your hips. he’s a greedy man, and since the opportunity may only come once in his lifetime, he slides his hands further to your ass., and with a gulp, grabs the flesh greedily. damn— it hardly fits in his palms.

there’s a symphony of moans coming from you both when you lift your hips up, and it’s downright disgusting how turned on he gets at your essence trickling down his shaft and past his balls. your pussy lips drool and latch onto his tip tightly, before entirely releasing him and slipping your hand between your thighs. you kneed his nuts, fondling the testicles between your digits expertly and his back arches off the floor, “shouldn’t be an issue anymore, yeah?” you hum.

“y-yeah— oh god, yes,” gojo nods dumbly, toes curling in his socks as you proceed to stroke his cock. his tip is weeping in pre cum blended with your own wetness, and the faster you flick your wrist, the tighter his stomach contracts. he’s lasted quite some time now, considering this being his first time and all, but there’s only so much a man can hold back. his fingernails dig crescent moon shapes into the mounds of your ass as his hips chase after your touch with every stroke. “w-wait, fuck, i’m gonna cum—”

“yeah?” you encourage him, hunching just over his weeping dick, still holding him at his base. you drag his tip in between your lips, back and forth, while your other hand feels him up at his abs. “where do you wanna finish? on my face?” he whines, mindlessly humping and your smirk deepens as you slowly sink down, “on my tits?” gojo shakes his head, and feels drool coming from the corner of his lips. his limbs are on fire and his groin feels like it’s on the verge of explosion, “on my ass?” you’re about halfway down, “or. . . inside?”

“please,” he doesn’t care if he’s begging. snowy lashes bat open as his teary unfocused eyes adjust to the dimmed lights. even your silhouette is sexy, “please lemme cum inside, i-i’ll do anything.”

“hmm, anything?” you purr, knees finally hitting the floor as you straddle him once more. he lets out a guttural groan at the familiar feel of your silky walls entrapping his cock. his mind is fucking hazy and despite never having consuming alcohol, he feels drunk.

“yes,�� he pleads, rolling his hips impossibly deeper into you, euphoric pleasure shooting in his bloodstream, “a-anything you want, i swear,” at the sudden intrusion, you let out a loud gasp when his tip bumps into your cervix and drop your body forward, arms giving out.

chest to chest, skin to skin, your lips hover over his as your back dips into an arch, forcing a penetration deeper in your guts. your palms are pressed flat onto the floor at the side of his head, and he can make out his glasses sitting lazily on the ball of your nose. he slides his hands up your sides, kneading at every inch of your flesh, before sliding back down to your ass.

“even my homework? assignments?” you tease breathily, a strangled moan ripping out your throat when his knees push up and fucks into you. your body jerks forward as his feet plant to the floor, hands still gripping on your ass.

when he snaps his hips up, you roll yours down, and the matching intensity sends his brain haywire. he’s desperate for release, forcing your hips down as he nudges his cock languidly into your cunt. his jaw falls slack and he nods again, dumbly, “ngh, for the rest of the s-school year,”

“that easy with you?” you giggle, but is easily interrupted when he leans forward to catch your lips in a messy kiss. there’s a shit ton of saliva involved, some even escapes past your mouths and down your jaws, but he couldn’t care any less—you tasted heavenly. he wishes he had the time to eat your pussy, he’s positive you taste holier down there.

“it’s your world.” gojo moans, snaking his hands from your ass to wrap around your upper body. now caught in his embrace, you let your head fall limply into the crook of his neck as he works his dick in and out of you. he means what he said— it is your world, and he’s nothing more than a happy servant. “i’ll do it all— bring your books to class, rub your feet— i’ll bark if you need me to— just, please, please, please let me cum inside.”

your moans vibrating from his neck run straight to his ears and fuels him further. he’s thrusting relentlessly— there’s no set pace at all, and he’s so close to finishing he’s completely forgotten about wanting you to cum first. he finally understands why everybody obsesses over sex— he never wants to let you go.

your head pushes up from his neck, nosing at his jaw. he feels your hands cradling his hair, and your lips pressing kisses at the corner of his mouth. his heart skips a beat— he revels in the attention you’re giving him, even if it’s just for the moment. he knows he won’t ever be this lucky again, so he might as well enjoy the ride while he’s here.

“you wanna breed my pussy?” you bite your lip, each stroke in your cunt jerking the glasses down the slope of your nose. despite the dense flog clouding the lens, he can feel your eyes on him. he nods desperately, tightening his hold on you, and the new angle has your clit dragging against his pelvis, “mmph— okay, yeah — put a baby in me, freak.”

and so he does. he thrusts as spurts of cum shoots inside your womb. his balls tighten as his hips rut, arms clutching onto your body with every fibre in him. you smell good, feel good, look good— and your cunt milks him dry for whatever he’s worth.

his orgasm feels short of an eternity yet simultaneously a second, his soul having transcended into an outwardly dimension. and it’s only when you scoot your ass upwards, sliding a hand between both warm bodies, that you collect his cum on the pad of your fingers. he blinks hazily, zeroing his focus when he sees you pop your fingers into your mouth.

“mhm,” you hum at the taste. he’s panting heavily, body riding a euphoric high he’s yet to come down from. you don’t seem to mind, leaning forward to catch his lips once again. and he lets you, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue. when you pull away, there’s a thin string of cum induced saliva pulling at your lips. “‘s my world, right? want my pussy in your mouth.”

and he instantly hardens.

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