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sunflowersseemhappy · 4 years

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Can we have soft ones of the main 6 crying then mc comes to gently kiss away all their tears before asking what's wrong?

So. Here. We. Go! Tbh I can perfectly relate to wanting to cry atm, but at least I have some lovely requests to fill up my time! I hope you enjoy!

REQUESTS OPEN and here is my Masterlist!

Asra

Strange, you can’t find Asra anywhere.

Maybe once upon a time it would have been normal but its been a long time since he just disappeared without telling you.

So despite the supplies in need of stacking on the shelves you look everywhere for him; behind the counter and in between the shelves.

You’re just about to make your way up the stairs stopping as you draw past the reading room.

Someone sniffles behind the curtain, almost bemused you swipe it back half expecting Asra to jump out to scare you with his sly fox-like smirk.

Its empty, you could have sworn...

Another sniffle, from under the table. The purple cloth flutters slightly as you crouch down with a roll of your eyes, pulling back the cloth.

“Haha Asra very funny, come out-” Asra’s jumps from within the shadows, his head cracking against the underside of the table with a dull thud.

How did you manage to surprise him? Surely he knew you were there?

But then you notice the reason he’s hiding when you look at his face; ruddy and tear-stained, his eyelashes have droplets of water on them and he’s curled up against his knees hugging them to his chest.

Without thinking you crawl on your hands and knees toward him, placing your hands on his knees and pushing them down so you can sit facing him in his lap.

You don’t say anything else as you wrap your arms around his neck, you don’t need to, but Asra seems unsure as his arms wrap around your waist and he buries his face into your neck letting out a broken sob.

The tears run down your collarbone as you massage a hand against his scalp, whenever Asra cries your heart aches, this time is no different.

You pull back slightly and caress his jaw with your hand, stroking his ear and the side of his face, wiping tears away with your thumb as his cautious eyes gaze up into your face.

You hold his gaze steady before kissing his chin, trailing your lips to the corners of his mouth and to his nose where a stray tear is hanging of it, then along his cheeks and finally planting gentle fluttering kisses to his eyelids.

The kisses themselves melt the tenseness in his shoulders and hush his broken, choked sobs as he calms. Arms still hugging your waist as you tenderly stroke his hair from his face and ask what’s wrong.

He shows you the letter he found. The letter he left for you before the plague, bringing back all those horrible, sad memories.

He cries a bit more but it’s okay, you’re here to wipe them away.

Nadia

Nadia is back an hour earlier than you expected her to be.

Whisking into the bedchambers without even glancing in your direction and closing the door with a shaky sigh.

Her back is turned to you, her palms splayed against the door and leaning heavily onto the wood. Her breathing seems ragged.

“Everything okay? You’re back early.”

The meeting she was in must have gone quicker than Nadia had expected, but her body language looks all off as she straightens stiffly at the sound of your voice.

Clearly she hadn’t expected you to be here yet either, the sound of your voice usually made her dementor change but instead of a relaxing slouch in her shoulders she seems... tense.

Not even looking your way, she stands stock still at the door. If you didn’t know any better you’d say she was thinking about going right back out that door with our even acknowledging you.

“Nadi?” You stand and walk softly over to Nadia, placing a hand on her shoulder and beckoning her to turn and face you. Her hesitation is noticeable as she gives pause before turning to you gaze.

Her lips are trembling, prompting her to bite down on her bottom lip to quell it as she takes a few deep unsteady breaths, sweeping her eyes upwards so that the tears pooling in the corner of her eyes don’t make it down her face.

But a few are already tracing lines down her face, dripping from her chin, you can tell she’s doing all she can to hold them back.

It’s so rare to see her cry that you are taken aback, whatever could have caused her such upset? Especially something she seems to want to hide from you?

It doesn’t matter right now though.

Sliding your hands into hers you lead Nadia slowly to the chair at the vanity, not saying anything as she sits down on the cushioned seat you kneel before her comfortingly stroking her hands as the tears begin to freely drip down her face.

She cries quieter than most you’ve noticed, for reasons you can only guess but all you can do is comfort her as her head droops down and her hair becomes a curtain hiding her face.

Leaning up you stroke it out of the way and nuzzle against her face, kissing across her cheeks and bridge of her nose. You gently slide the ornaments from her hair and take off the other pieces of jewellery, taking the damp cloth from a bowl of water you dab away the tear-stains and the makeup as her sniffles subside.

When she finally gathers the strength to look in your eyes Nadia’s lips tilt slightly and you lean in to give her a final kiss on the lips, soothing the place where she bit down on her lips.

When you ask her what’s wrong Nadia gives you a small sigh, “I worried too much about what strangers thought of me, when really the only person’s opinion I care for is yours.”

Her words make your chest warm, if you’re being honest it’s a nice that she trusts you above all others.

Julian

Its odd how quiet Julian is that evening.

Seeing as he’s almost always under your feet with his chatter and charm the silence has thrown you through a loop.

You’re just about to ask him what’s going on when you feel his chest press against your back, his hands hugging your arms to your side as he nestles his chin atop your head.

Odd but not entirely un-Julian-like.

That is until you hear a long shaky sigh from him and feel drops of water tickling your scalp, one falls on your nose and then to your lips. The salty tang is not unfamiliar.

“Julian... are you crying?” His arms tighten around you as Julian makes a small sound in the back of his throat, but it rumbles against your skull as he presses his face into your hair.

Despite your concern, the fact that he’s crying into your hair is enough to make you fight gently against the hold he has on you so that you can turn around.

He still hugs you close, but now you can see he is indeed crying. Pale face flushed red around his eyes and tears rolling down his cheeks and off his chin and nose. His eyes are squeezed shut as he buries his face in your hair again, almost as if he wants to escape into it.

You let him hug you awhile longer as his sobs subside and his grip around you loosens more, tugging him to the bed you quickly slide off his boots and lay down with him.

Stroking his face with a gentle trailing finger as he clutches you against him, the flutter of his heart is almost audible as you are sidled up to his chest and his forehead is hot to the touch.

You start to think he’s ill, but that doesn’t seem entirely right.

He just seems... sad.

Julian mumbles a hushed “sorry” against you, hiccupping back as he chokes the word out. You shake your head slowly, it’s not at all his fault.

And you say as much more with your touch than anything else, sliding your hands against his neck and cupping his jaw with them. You run your thumbs lightly over his lip before pecking him on the lips, he smiles slightly so you continue. Kissing away the stray tears on his chin and his nose, brushing your lips over his cheeks and finally planting a longer kiss against his lips.

He uses his whole body to embrace you after that as you ask him what was wrong, although reluctant Julian relents, clearing his throat as a flush of embarrassment rushes to his cheeks.

“I just got a bit stuck in my head m’dear,” usually that means he’s been overthinking, that’s okay you missed hearing his voice.

You both talk for hours that night.

Muriel

You’re well aware of Muriel’s nightmares by now.

So when his thrashing wakes you in the middle of the night you’re on autopilot, kneeling up on the bed and stroking his brow as you shush his panicked breaths.

Anything else and he may accidently club you with his fists, he’s told you as much, but tonight seems particularly bad.

Making a split second decision you decide to wake him, you know you shouldn’t but he looks terrified in his sleep, eyes screwed up, hair messy and chest heaving.

All of a sudden he jolts awake, despite the darkness you can see the shock in the eyes of your mountain man. Leaning over his lap with ragged breathing, fists curled tight in the sheets.

When you gently call his name Muriel jumps slightly turning to you and his usually stoic face is already streaked with tears, wild beautiful eyes zoned in on you as he remembers where he is and who you are.

Muriel lets out a sharp breath, maybe of relief or some other emotion as you sidle up next to him and place your hand on his and lean against his shoulder in solidarity.

You feel a new wave of sobbing shake through his body at this, nevertheless you convince him to lay back down as he softly cries. You’re just about to lie next to him when Muriel pulls you flush against his chest so that you are lying on top of him.

Slowly you card your hand through his hair and out of his face where it is plastered against his wet cheeks, taking in his trembling lips and the crease of his brow you can only lull him quietly back to a state of exhaustion from the late hour and the crying.

When he’s exhausted himself Muriel seems embarrassed but still holds you close, not wanting to let go.

As if it’s the most normal thing in the world you nuzzle your face against his, feeling the wetness of his tears on the stubble of his chin but not really caring as your lips kiss the corner of his eyes. Muriel closes them and leaves them closed as you kiss away the tears on his cheeks and then sooth his trembling lips with your own, long and languid as his breathing slows.

Job done you caress his face with your hand, trailing the scar on his jaw as you ask him about the nightmare and what’s wrong.

He almost shakes his head but thinking better of it Muriel simply says, “I lost you, I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to be alone again.”

One day you hope his nightmares will plague him no more, but you’ll never let him be alone either way.

Portia

When you come back to the cottage you find Portia on the swing seat under the wisteria.

You can’t blame her, it is a beautiful evening but as you approach you can see her head is buried in her hands even as Pepi tries and fails to get pets by winding in the young woman’s lap.

Portia startles at your footsteps, seeming to quickly swipe away her tears so that you don’t notice, too late for that but you stay silent. Clearly she doesn’t want to talk about it just yet.

Plonking yourself down next to Portia on the swing, it sways under the two of you as you place an arm over Portia’s shoulder and she nestles into your touch with a shaky sigh.

Wrapping your hand in some of her curls you snuggle her back as she cries softly, even from the side you can see the flashing red of her cheeks as they glisten from the tears and the evening sun.

It takes a long while for the tears to subside, long enough that the sun sets and the fireflies dance around the garden in the evening air, plucking a bunch of wisteria from above you tuck it back behind her ear prompting a small teary smile.

Turning to face you, you place a gentle kiss against her cheek, salty tang prompting you to kiss her tears away as she giggles despite the thick feeling in her throat. Smirking you pepper her face with kisses, so many that instead of crying more tears Portia laughs.

Tucking her curls behind her ears you tickle her cheeks as your fingers brush over them, Portia nuzzling into your hands as you do so and placing her hands over yours to press them against her skin.

With a tilted smile and a soft tone you ask her what’s wrong, she gives you a semi-shrug and frowns to herself.

“It’s just a bunch of small things, really, ya’know? Dropping you favourite mug, doing something embarrassing, accidently stepping on Pepi’s little paw....”

You laugh a tiny bit in sympathy, but you know what Portia means. You’ve had a few of those day’s, but sometimes it helps to cry over them.

Lucio

If you didn’t know any better you’d say Lucio was avoiding you.

Its so unlike him that you’ve put off everything that afternoon to search the place for him, but being such a big place like the palace it’s next to impossible to find someone.

Fortunately you know two hunting dogs who will take any bribe to find their master for you, although leading you to a broom closet wasn’t entirely what you expected.

But the sniffling coming form inside is enough prompting for you to open the door and peer down at Lucio sitting on the floor with a blanket over his head, rolling your eyes you enter and sit next to him closing the door as the sniffles pause for a moment.

Tugging the blanket off Lucio’s head your eyes widen, not only at his mussed up hair or the dust from the clearly dirty blanket but at his face where the dust has plastered itself to his damp cheeks and tears have smudged his makeup.

Red faced he tries to tug the blanket back over his head but you remain firm and keep it down cocking your head with a questioning look.

It’s okay for him to cry around you, but he seems adamant to hide from your stare.

Wordlessly you use the sleeve of your shirt to dab at his cheeks wiping away the dust and make up, your kindness only seems to serve more weight on Lucio’s mind as he begins sobbing loudly trying to muffle them with a hand.

But when that does not seem to work you gently tug his chin toward your face and plant a long lingering kiss against his trembling lips, Lucio gulps slightly but returns it all the same.

His cries turn to sniffles once more and as they subside you massage your hands against his shoulders, planting further kisses to his cheekbones and nose and with certain finality you brush your palms over his face and give him an endearing look as you ask him what’s wrong.

“I don’t think... I deserve you.” It seems hard for Lucio to admit, and it definitely rises an eyebrow on your part.

But maybe him believing that is what makes him deserve you.

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cherry3point14 · 4 years

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What Does The Fox Say?

Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Crack. Orgy. Sex Party. Don’t let your nethers tingle, it’s barely flirting. SYNONYMS. Word Count: 2,300ish. Summary/Prompt: There’s a case. Witches or something, and they’re killing people, specifically furries, maybe. As such one Dean Winchester goes to a furry sex party to look for clues... A/N: Written for @kalesrebellion “Bring On the Giggles” challenge. I think hope my synonyms for this challenge will be fairly obvious. Also, shoutout to @winchesters-meaty-feast who entertained my panic as this deadline loomed and pretty much talked me into birthing this ~thing. Sidenote - no disrespect to the furries who walk among us. It’s all exaggerated crack!fic. Peace and love. Yiffy on friends.

From the outside, it looks like any other two-story townhouse. There’s a car parked out front, normal mailbox, the works. Regular suburban home. The first clue that something out of the ordinary is happening inside—where the ordinary is mom, dad, and two-point four ankle-biters having dinner—is the windows. They’re all covered, curtains or blinds, it doesn’t matter. This is what it looks like when humans try to cover their tracks. Monsters choose places that are already deserted and forgotten. Humans hide in plain sight and end up sticking out like a sore thumb. Plus Dean has spent all day talking to furries about this house. Yeah, that’s the biggest clue, not the damn curtains. He’s had multiple lectures, not only from Sam but the furries, people, themselves. It’s not all about porn. They’d told him adamantly. Showed him drawings and all these things they’d made each other, and pictures from their conventions. We’re not all perverts! They could say it until they were blue in the face (they had), but Dean’s standing here looking at this house, knowing what’s inside, and it’s hard to believe the furries-are-innocent propaganda. It’s even harder to believe he’s walking in there of his own free will. The things he’ll do to save lives. Sam told him to change because “Freeze, FBI” might not go down well at this particular house party. What’s he supposed to change into? A Halloween costume? That suggestion earned him yet another talk about respecting people’s interests. Whatever. He gets it, they don’t all have full fursuit things and even the ones that do, don’t generally fuck in them, and really? Is it really fucking necessary that he knows this much about furries? At least he can put on a plain black tee and some jeans and Sam only half presses his lips together in disapproval. What is his brother expecting him to wear to a furry sex party? Cat ears? (Dean is offended by the implication even if Sam didn't say it out loud). Eventually, shuffling his feet, he makes it to the door and knocks. He doesn’t want to be here but Sam’s working another lead on the other side of town at a D&D meet up. All jokes about dungeons aside, Dean would have given up his music privileges all the way back to Kansas to switch places. Once again, scissors bit him in the ass. The door opens a few inches, enough to see, hand to god, a guy in white rabbit-ish body paint. He raises his eyebrows in Dean’s direction like he’s asking for something without saying the words. The guy definitely doesn’t twitch his nose and it definitely doesn’t remind Dean of that bunny from Bambi. Oh shit. The password. Right, because that was how you made a gathering like this more legit and less embarrassing. Dean’s throat tightens like the words don’t want to come out, or like he doesn’t want them to exist, “Yiffy Ki Yay.” Furry sons of bitches have even ruined Die Hard. The guy nods and pulls the door open enough to let Dean slide in, but not reveal too much of the clandestine activities to the outside world. Not that anyone on Maple Avenue is looking into this particular door. Either the neighbors know better or they don’t care. Although now that he’s inside Dean can see his nameless host is also wearing tall, white ears and furry cuffs on his ankles and wrists. The first of what, Dean assumes, will be many red flags that he should leave. Not that he heeds the warning. “First time?” The rabbit asks while Dean attempts to scan as much as he can see without a slack jaw. “Yeah,” he breathes out. Dean has been around the block. He’s seen the inside of more than just strip clubs. His number one use of the Internet is porn, his second? More porn. This is something else. He’s not judging, well, he's trying not to judge and failing miserably. These people aren’t hurting anyone though. In fact, someone might be trying to hurt them. Or the D&D players. They were still on the fence about how the groups were linked beside the weird deaths. Granted some of this party seems very vanilla from what he can see. He catches a glimpse of the dining room, which has been cleared of most of its furniture, and there’s your everyday orgy of mangled limbs. Those limbs happen to be a little furrier than normal is all. Thankfully not everyone is dressed as an animal. Not that anybody will be telling Sam that he was right. Some people are dotted around watching, or drinking like the sex isn’t happening, and some of the people getting involved are in plain clothes. Or, naked but not wearing any sort of animal accessory. At first glance, there’s a part of Dean that thinks he can appreciate the hedonism of it, without being bogged down by the fact that they're all cosplaying as goddamn animals. Animal enthusiasts, he corrects in his head before Sam telepathically delivers a bitch face from across town. And then he’s walking through the kitchen and there are two people nuzzling each other. People might not be the right word because they’re dressed as cats. Holding each other and stretching and bending their limbs. All feline movements and what he thinks is a purring noise, but he can’t confirm or deny because of the music coming from the cheap speakers on the counter. It might be sweet if it wasn’t in the middle of a sex party. Yeah, this is still going to take some getting used to. The rabbit is yammering, mentioning ground rules that Dean is only half listening to while he tries not to stare at the cats. He’s listening enough to follow the rules but actually, he can’t bring himself to look away from the most PC thing happening in the joint. “Did you get that because I heard the door…?” This time Floppy speaks with enough urgency that Dean snaps his focus back to the white rabbit. “Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll-” he wants to say ‘mingle’ like it’s a seventies swingers party and his biggest concern is where his car keys are. He licks his dry lips and they still feel like sandpaper, “-look around.” He does need to look around, talk to people, do his job. That’s why he’s here feeling like the spare dick at a fucking contest. Dean knows his limits though and before he investigates he's gonna need a beer. Once he’s got a bottle in his hand, which he got from the fridge because he doesn’t trust anything that was sitting on any surface, even unopened, he starts climbing the stairs. The tinny music, the sound of bodies slapping against each other, and the low din of people talking like normal adults all fade with each step until he’s at the top. Practically not at a furry orgy anymore. Except it’s a new horrific game now. What’s behind door number one? Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembers Whiskers going on about the rules of the rooms. Lock up if you want privacy. Unlocked and shut means viewers welcome. Open doors are an invitation to play. That’s the word Thumper had used, play. The first door is locked. He skips the second because he can hear what's going on inside and even if he was in the mood to creep (he’s not), you don't walk in on the money shot. The third room is a bathroom, a stark reminder he's in a house that people live in. The fourth door he tries is blissfully empty. It looks like a guest room. Walls that are basic beige and nothing identifying. Then he sits on the bed and presses his back into the wall. He realizes this bed has probably been used for the activities he’s already seen tonight. Out of sight, out of mind. Dean takes out his phone and stares, annoyed, at the screen. Sam hasn’t messaged him, so the case isn’t solved and he doesn’t have an excuse to leave. He takes a swig of his beer and types with his free hand, trying to make an excuse. Find anything yet? Another long drag while he waits, forcing the drink down his throat in the hopes of some small semblance of dutch courage. Or in the hopes that everything is solved, so he can go back to the motel and beat his meat to hentai like a normal person. No, but this is actually really interesting. You? Dean’s fingers twitch wanting nothing more than to throw the phone against a wall. If he wasn’t obligated to text back to illustrate that he’s still alive then he might leave Sam high and dry. As it is his reply is short and simple. Nothing. He feels no need to mention that he hasn’t actually looked yet. Dean puts his phone away and throws his head back against the wall at the exact moment the door opens. She stumbles in with the ghost of a giggle on her lips. He’s expecting there to be someone following her considering the party he’s attending. Two people blundering into a room looking for a place to get some privacy. Except she’s alone and she’s not concerned to find him alone either. Her eyes widen a little but her smile is soft, “sorry, you’re not waiting on someone are you?” “Me?” He asks, concerned that he has picked up some paraphernalia along the way. Anything that might suggest he’s a part of this. She continues to wait for an answer to her question instead of answering his. “No, Nah. Just taking a breather.” “Thank god, me too.” She blows out a relieved puff of air before shutting the door behind her. In doing so she flashes him her tail. She’s a fox. Or some version of a fox. She hasn’t gone as far as body paint. Her outfit almost seems costumey rather than serious. It’s this orange mini dress—if it could be called a dress for how little it leaves to his imagination—with a bushy, foxtail attached. He hadn’t noticed her ears immediately, but now he’s seen them, there they are. Ginger and pointed on top of her head, and when she turns back to him he finally notices the little, black nose she has painted on. She sits down next to him, scoots herself on top of the sheets making them bunch under her. She doesn’t seem to care about him having dibs over the bed or room and it only takes a few seconds for him to not care either. In this close proximity, inches apart, he doesn’t see a fox, even if she is definitely dressed up as a fox. He sees bare legs crossed at the ankle, her dress fighting to contain her cleavage and the sheen of her skin from dancing. She’s holding a red solo cup, he assumes half full of alcohol considering the pink flushing her cheeks. “I’m going to take a guess,” she leans until her shoulder is pressed against his arm, “you’re either a first-timer or you’re lost.” Dean laughs because he feels lost even if his cover is supposed to be the former. “First time, that obvious, huh? Thanks for pointing it out. Real considerate of you.” She bites her lip enough to get him looking at her mouth. Thinking about her mouth. “Wolf?” “What?” “I get it, first-timers are still trying to be normal, but the dark colors and the brooding loner thing you have going on in here. A wolf missing his pack?” She brings her knees up and bends her legs under herself while she guesses. Twists her body in his direction. He can’t tell if she’s joking. It sounds half ridiculous and makes him think of the kind of wolves he hunts. Dean lies anyway, “ding ding. Tell the woman what she’s won. Or do you prefer..?” Dean waves a hand to her everything fox related as if he might seriously start using ‘fox’ instead of ‘woman’. His gesturing hand lands on her waist while the other takes another swig from his brown bottle. “‘S fine. We’re all still people underneath. I’ve got a job and everything.” She rolls her shoulders like she’s showing off for being employed, which shuffles her whole body half an inch closer to his until her knees are touching his thigh. She’s facing him, his arm still lazily, half wrapped around her as she raises her cup to her lips. “Oh yeah, what do you do, sweetheart?” He lets the syrup fall from his mouth because foxes like honey.

She laughs, the sound tinkles in the space between them. “I’m a diner chef. Nothing exciting unless you like to eat?” His tongue peeks out between his teeth, his lips smirking suggestively. “I’ve been known to enjoy a-,” Dean's eyes flick down her body to where her dress is stretching over her thighs, and then back to her face, “fur burger.” Nowhere else on the fucking planet would he get away with saying that. Only at a furry sex party. She doesn’t just smile at his line though, she hums, pleased he’s playing along, and slides a hand along the outer hem of his jeans. Fingers slowly crawling up his leg and tracing the denim.

One blink and the air is thicker, heavier, and Dean doesn’t give a shit when it happened.

Her eyes flash playfully as she finishes her drink. “Mmm, the only way to make sure a burger is done is a good thrust of a meat thermometer.”

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artistrashofmine · 4 years

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I got around to finishing that one KamiBaku smut piece from weeks ago, so here it is!

Pairing: Kaminari/Bakugou W/C: 3131 Rating: Explicit Link: AO3

Kaminari Denki could admit it, he was a bit of a pervert. At least he had the decency to admit it, and it wasn’t something that took up the forefront of his brain like Mineta, no, it was more like, he wouldn’t hesitate to admire, from afar, when it came to a nice figure or a pair of pretty eyes. And who would've thought the subject of his recent admiration was the one known as Bakugou Katsuki, the scary hot-head of 1-A.

How was he supposed to know that the blond was shirtless when knocking on his door. He simply wanted to return the notes he totally didn’t steal from Kirishima who had practically begged Bakugou to give them to him. Denki swore the blond was rubbing off on his hyperactive friend, for when the redhead found out he decided it fit to deem death upon the golden-haired student via returning the stolen notes to their owner. Hence the current situation.

“The hell you doing here?” The blond was quickly becoming less attractive the angrier he got… actually no, he was still hot, hot and angry. He guessed quirks really did say something about their users, hot and angry Explodo-Kills.

Denki didn’t know it was possible for a boy to have such a small waist and compared to his practically sculpted chest, that was saying something. He gave little thought to the attractiveness of males until now. Sure, there were some you couldn’t just ignore, but how the hell did he miss this gem?! Did Bakugou not change in the changing room with them?

“Oi, your fucking brain fried or something?!” Yeah, scary and attractive in all his shirtless, pent up anger… heh maybe it wasn’t just anger he got pent up, that would make sense, wouldn’t it?

Denki yelped as he dodged a hand that swung out to hit him, “chill! I just came to return some notes.”

He held the messy pile out for the other to take, “the fuck you got these for?”

“Kirishima gave them to me.” He failed to mention the part where he saw them laying on the kitchen counter and decided to borrow them for a few minutes in the hope to find the answers to tomorrow’s homework.

“Idiots,” Bakugou stated, grabbing the paper from his hands, ready to shut the door in his face.

“Wait, could it kill you to be a little nicer Kacchan?” He pouted, throwing a foot between the door, preventing it from getting slammed shut.

“Don’t call me that asshat!” The firecracker raged, hissing like a cat.

“Oh yeah, what would you prefer, Katsu~” Maybe he had a death wish but teasing him was well worth it with the pink hue that arose to his face.

“Say it normally!” He held up a fist threateningly.

“Do you even know my name, Katsu-ki?”

The blond sneered, “we’re not on first name bases asshole! And why the hell would I bother to remember some extra’s name?”

“Owch Kacchan… I can make you remember it?” He quirked an eyebrow subjectively pairing it with a wink, and for a full minute the other didn’t move a muscle, his face morphed into shock.

Denki thought he did it this time; the blond was going to kill him, he was dead meat, goodbye cruel world. He jumped back when the other’s jaw snapped shut, he expected some explosions, yelling, death. Instead, red flushed across the other’s skin, his eyes looking anywhere but at Kaminari, sparks exploding from his palms.

That’s when it clicked and suddenly everything made sense, “oh my god, you-”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” the blond hissed, gritting his teeth, “whatever the fuck’s going through your head, you’re fucking wrong.”

Oh, Denki highly doubted that, “you know I have a few stress relief tactics, I can show them to you.”

“Fuck off!” He snickered at the distorted expression on the other’s face.

“Come on Katsu~ I can give you a hand.” He pushed the teasing, letting his yellow eyes wrack over the naked chest.

And Bakugou hesitated, “...whatever.”

Denki’s eyes snapped to his face, did he hear that right? Whatever ? That was as much of a yes you could ever draw from the blond, he must have heard wrong.

“ Whatever did you mean about that?” He took a step forward, into the dorm room, the owner of said room refused to budge, his stubbornness only earning an uncomfortable closeness between the pair.

He didn’t think the hot-heads face could get any redder, hell, he didn’t think the blond had the ability to blush in the first place, not that he was complaining.

Bakugou spluttered, “Fucking hell, get out.”

“Ahah, no way! Nice try, but I’m not letting that go!” Denki kicked the door behind him shut, leaning in closer, “what’s the matter Katsu, are you embarrassed because you’re-”

“Fuck off!” The other shuffled back, only provoking the blond to move in closer to the point where he could feel Katsuki’s breath on his cheek.

“-a virgin,” he finished, ignoring the other’s protest.

“The Bakugou Katsuki-” he inched forward, daring to lift his hand so that it swept across his unclothed skin to rest on his small midsection, “-a virgin. Do you even jerk it?”

The other choked, sparks popping in his hands as Kaminari continued, “with that quirk, I bet not, or not often. That’s why you're so short-tempered, huh? Who would have thought!”

“Not everyone’s so fucking horny that they need to jerk off every fucking day.” He defended through clenched teeth.

“So how often do you?” His lips were centimetres apart from the blonds.

“What is this, twenty questions? A fucking interview? You’re such a pain in the mmfp-” Bakugou’s lips were surprisingly soft, smooth and docile, they mingled with Kaminari’s, fit perfectly together.

The hot-head wasn’t a good kisser. Actually, Denki doubted he was trying or knew how to, rather he simply allowed his lips to follow the electrical-users own. And all the darker blond could think was, this is Bakugou . It was Bakugou who was following his lead, making out with him.

“This is your first kiss?” He teased, parting to come to the picture of a dark blush and swollen lips, his eyebrows knitted together per usual, only instead of the signature scowl he was a pout.

If Denki was being honest, it was a cute sight to behold and one of a kind.

“So?” his voice rumbled, “you should be happy if you were a bad kisser, which you probably fucking are, I wouldn’t know.”

Denki broke out in a grin, “oh I’m happy, you know how hot that is? I took your first kiss!”

“Hahh? If that’s all-” Kaminari grabbed the hand that came swiping at him, taking hold of it by the wrist.

“If you want more all you have to do is ask.” He backed the spiky-haired teen towards the bed, taking ahold of the other wrist while he was at it, restraining them above his head.

“Fuck,” the back of the blond’s knees hit the mattress, causing him to fall back, “fucking fine.”

“Fine?” the golden blond repeated, “is-”

“Get on with it!” Bakugou interrupted, blurting the words out at the other who stood above him.

“If you say so,” Denki leaned his to retake Katsuki’s lips, biting into the lower one, sweeping a palm along the hothead’s cheek to guide him.

Soon they found themselves reclining onto the bed, the blond’s head hitting his sheets in the electricity-users attempts to push them closer, his tongue pushing past the plump lips to explore the inexperienced mouth. Katsuki lay slack in his grasp, jaw falling open to allow the invasion, a small grunt emitting from the back of his throat. He couldn’t help it, not with the hands that roamed his body, that groped his chest, as if they were a female’s.

“Shit Bakugou,” the yellow-eyed teen backed off to once again look over his prey, “your body’s so lewd.”

An unrecognizable sound escaped from his mouth at the comment, or maybe it was because of the thumb flicked at his nipples.

“ Fuck ,” Kaminari rolled the hardened nub between his finger and thumb, the blond hissing out a “don’t do that!”

Denki only hummed, lowered his head to kiss his peck, taking the other nipple into his mouth, licking over it, sucking on the swollen skin.

“Hahh,” Katsuki arched his back, hands setting sparks off into his sheets.

“God you’re sensitive,” He parted, squeezing the pair together, “I think you have the best tits in the class, Kacchan.”

“Don’t say shit like that, their not-” he hissed, once again cut off, “ fuck . Stop squeezing them like that .”

Though the erection in his pants betrayed the blond’s words, so did hands that came to map out Kaminiari’s upper body, holding onto his back as if it were a lifeline. Denki was forced to pull him up as he backed away.

“I’m taking our pants off.” He concluded, undoing his own belt, throwing it out of the way and working off his pants and boxers.

“How many times do I have to tell you to just fucking…” Katsuki trailed off.

Denki raised an eyebrow, “just fucking?”

“Jesus how…” He mumbled in return, a quiet curse escaping, “fuck me.”

“That’s the plan.” the electric quirk user wore an amused expression, watching Bakugou’s eyes as they flickered back up to his face.

“That’s not going to fucking fit.”

“That's why I’m going to stretch you Katsu,” He tugged undid the blond’s jeans, “you don’t happen to have any lube, do you?”

“Why the hell would I have lube?”

“I didn’t think so,” he tossed both their remaining clothing off the bed, pulling Bakugou legs apart, placing one on his shoulder, causing his body to fall back onto the sheets.

“What the hell are you doing?” The blond bit his lip.

“Getting you wet.” With that, Denki lowered his head to lick a strip along the other’s entrance, earning a surprised yelp, though it didn’t deter the other who continued to lap at Katsuki’s hole.

The tip of the tongue tracing the blond’s puckering rim before pushing past the tight muscle, slipping into him. Katsuki let out a loud gasp, his body unconscious pushing up against the intrusion, asking for more. The golden-blond hummed, placing a hand on the other’s thigh in attempts to stop his squirming. Katsuki’s other leg hooked its self around his neck, ensuring that Denki stayed in place. Kaminari’s moved his free hand to join his head between the explosion-users thighs, retracting his tongue to fit a finger in his entrance, nipping at the rim with his teeth on the way back, earning a hiss. The digit sunk in with little difficulty, the plush muscle opening or him.

“Uuhh.” God, Bakugou sounded fucked already and they’ve barely gotten started, his leg twitching as he wiggled the finger, pushing it to the hilt along with the saliva that gathered outside, repeating the movement a few more times.

He’d need more for the next finger, withdrawing his hand with a small grunt of complaint about his partner, Denki took the digits in his mouth, wettening them.

“How do you taste so good Katsuki?” He pondered between the appendages, “it’s 'cause of your quirk, right?”

“Don’t say things like that Dunce Face! F-fucking gross!” The blond’s attempt to defend his integrity was cute but useless.

He wasn’t fooling anyone, hard cock on display, leaking against his stomach, legs practically trapping Kaminari between them so desperate for him to continue. And the blond had no problem doing so, returning the two fingers to where they belonged, one at a time, sinking into the pliant hole. Fucik did the hole eat them up, Bakugou was born to be a bottom, he could hardly believe the hothead when he said he was a virgin. Those lustful groans and lewd curses were anything but pure.

Denki couldn’t help but release the blond’s thigh to bring his hand down to stroke his own cock, watching the other’s blissed-out face as he twisted the digits, fucking the greedy opening with them.

“Here,” he pulled them out once again, “you can taste for yourself.”

“ What ?” The other panted, eyebrows knitted together, Kaminari bringing his hand up to hover over the blond’s mouth.

And to his surprise, with a slight moment of hesitation, Katsuki leaned forward, taking three digits into his mouth, tongue swirling around them, a deep hum emitting from him. His fiery red eyes answering to the challenge. He took the fingers to the back of his throat, and Kaminari could only picture that as his dick, making the blond gag on it. He had to remove the hand from his erection before he bust a nut. He had to pull Katsuki’s thighs open again, this time pushing all three fingers in at once.

“Ahh,” The other’s back bowed as they entered, if the stretch caused any discomfort, it didn’t show, maybe he liked it rough, after all, they only lubricant they were using was saliva, and that’s wasn’t exactly ideal.

Denki licked his lips, curling the fingers and shiting them around a few times before, “SHIT.”

There it was, the spot that’d have Katsuki screaming his name in seconds if he wanted. He brushed it a few times as he stretched the blond, actively avoiding hitting it straight on, causing the hothead to push back in messy attempts to hit the spot.

“Come on just fuck me already would you?!” He demanded, finally losing patience, and Denki wasn’t in the right mindset to argue, far from it.

The hand was removed for good, The golden-blond leaning back to rub the head of his cock on the flushed entrance, catching on the rim. He spit in his hand, rubbing the saliva along the length, “ready Katsuki?”

The lustful, red-eyes met his own, “hell yes.”

That’s all he needed, Denki pushed in, groaning as his cock entered the wet heat and tight walls that practically swallowed around him. Halfway sheathed he rested, breathing deeply, watching the blond do the same, squirming and getting used to the bulk of his member. Kaminari couldn’t help but to lean down and take the swollen pink lips against his own, beginning an idle makeout session with the other, hand coming up to rest against his small waste, squeezing it, gaging its petite size.

He parted, “god, you’re going to be so full of me by the end of the night.”

Katsuki quirked an eyebrow gravelly voice giving an affirmative, “better get to it then.”

So Denki’s other hand wrapped around the other side of his small waist and he pushed farther in, pulling the blond along with him until they were bottomed out. He let out another groan at the site before starting off on a slow pace. His dick dragging against Katsuki’s walls, ensuring that he felt every single movement, and with the way the hothead twitched and tighten around him, Denki didn’t think he intended to miss anything, as if he were trying to create a mould of Kaminari’s cock.

He pulled back until the tip threatened to exit before giving a hard, experimental thrust to the hilt. A yelp escaped from Katsuki, his thighs squeezing the golden-blond, so he gave another hard thrust.

This time drawing out a long, “yeees.”

The pace quickened, hard and fast, skin slapping again skin. Bakugou’s quirk setting off in the blankets. He pulled the blond’s lower body up higher, angling himself, and...

“ FUCK .” Katsuki couldn’t help but scream out, Kaminari’s cock pounding into the bundle of nerves, “fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“You’re going to have to be quieter, Katsuki.” The other managed, fingers digging into the blond’s hips, “else the rest of the class will hear us. Unless you’d like that to happen~.”

In return the hot-head only bit his lip, though it did little use for seconds later his mouth was hanging back open, lewd sounds escaping from it. And he didn’t dare cover it with his hands that set off inconsistent sparks in the sheets.

“K-Kaminari!” Was the next broken yelp.

“So you do know my name?” He panted, eyes lidded as he looked down at the shaking body, “I won’t let you forget it Katsuki.”

“Denki, Denki…” he tried, “s-shut up… shit... Denki.”

The yellow-eyed hero in training groaned at the sound of his name falling from Bakugou’s lips, he was close. They both were from the looks of it. He quicked his pace, fingers digging in hard enough to break the skin.

“Come on, come on, come on.” He didn’t know if the encouragement was coming from him or the other but it seemed to work, Kaminari shuttering to a halt, cock deep in the blond as he came. His hand releasing the hip to messily jerk his partner to completion. A mewl coming falling from Katsuki as he came, release running over Denki’s fist. He jerked him through it stopping when the blond let out a hiss of discomfort. Only then did he remove himself from the pliant body, falling to the side. Discreetly wiping his hand off on the bedsheets as he caught his breath, Katsuki taking time to do so as well.

“Hey, Bakugou?” The yellow-haired student didn’t move his eyes from the ceiling.

“What?” Came the grumpy, muffled voice from beside him.

And despite his fears, Denki couldn’t help but look over at him. The male had turned over to lay on his stomach, the mess of pale-blond locks upon his head looking worse than ever before. Half his face was smothered in a pillow, the other half stared right back at him.

Denki’s breath hitched, there wasn’t a crease in sight. His face wasn’t wound up in an angry expression. He looked cute, like a curious cat.

“You know…” the yellow-eyed student started, “it’s usually common sense to go on a date first.”

The other’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “what are you getting at?”

The scratchy voice sent a shiver up his back, likely sore from his earlier vocals. And Kaminari could only imagine how sore his body will be tomorrow, if not tonight.

“We should get dinner.” The golden-blond finally offered.

Bakugou took a minute to think it over, “I’ll cook. Oi what the fuck?!”

Denki grinned, draping himself over the other, snuggling up close, ignoring the grumbling from Bakugou as they settled.

Damn, if this was what it took to finally taste the famous Bakugou cooking, he’d be far from opposed to doing it again.

He had half a mind to tell the blond so, only to be threatened by death, but what did he expect? Not the round of sex to follow.

And if getting Katsuki riled up wasn’t his favourite past time before, it was now.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha pwp #mha #bnha #bakugou katsuki #bottom bakugou #Kaminari Denki #kamibaku #kaminari x bakugou #fanfic

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The Warmth Provided (1)

Type: fluff, angst, crack, college au, friends to lovers au

Word Count: 7,784

A/N: This was obviously just supposed to be a little imagine not more than 5k words, but it turned out to be three times as big. I really need to control myself as a writer from now on, and if you request anything from me don't expect it to be as big as this lol. This simply happened because I got the inspiration for it. Also im sorry but y/n real booboo the fool with this one. With that please enjoy and don't be afraid to talk to me.

TW: mentions of mental illness, mentions of infidelity, awkward situations, toxicity from Sungjin, footsie

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3

You groaned whining at Sungjin and tugging at the very warm looking hoodie he wore. He gave an exasperated sigh not daring to even look at you knowing he would give in to your stupid puppy eyes. He put his face in his hands letting out a grunt that could only mean he was giving in to your temptations. You persisted, now putting both hands on his hoodie clad arm and leaning your head on his shoulder. You really could be evil sometimes.

“Y/n please-”

“Come on Sungjinie i’ll give it back by the end of class”

“You said the same thing last time, and you ran out of class WITH my hoodie peaches”

“It was buy one taco get another one free day at the cafeteria…”

You innocently smiled at him as he whipped his head to look at you with furrowed eyebrows and his facial features scrunched up. “Free tacos are on fridays. It was monday” he scoffed, shaking his head as if not being able to believe the audacity you had asking for his hoodie. You slowly blinked your eyes at him. “Sungjin I don’t even remember what month it is, and you want me to know what day it is! Am i a joke to you? You know what, don’t answer that asshole”

You sucked in air through your teeth and leaned back in your seat not being able to believe you and one of your best friends were arguing right before class was going to start because he wouldn’t give you his dumb hoodie. You had forgotten your own because you had spent around half an hour trying to pick what cereal you wanted to eat, and by the time you put the last darn Cheerio in your mouth you had five minutes to run to the opposite side of campus.

You really didn’t get why the human resources building was on the opposite side of campus from your apartment. It was only a matter of time before you actually woke up in time for the class. It didn’t matter because upon arrival to your seat in one of the middle rows in between Sungjin and Dowoon, you found out the professor was late to his own class. Probably still trying to convince his wife to stay with him. Poor man really couldn’t catch a break with that witch.

Mornings were always cold, and the building was also freezing. That brought you here, begging your best friend to let you borrow his hoodie which had cheese stains around the edges of the sleeves and smelled like ramen.

You were desperate.

You grimaced, turning your head to look at the sleeping Dowoon. There was no way you were waking him up to ask for his hoodie. Last time you did that he swung at you with his backpack -which had at least five books the size of your arm in it. Sungjin banned him from playing games for a month as punishment, but it didn’t stop the pain you felt when doing literally any kind of movement. From that moment onwards, you swore never to even look at Dowoon when he was sleeping. You liked your ribs just how they were.

In tact, and not broken.

You shivered, hugging yourself and grimacing at the thousands of goosebumps littering the bare skin of your arms. The feeling from the cold metal of the chair through your thin shirt making you all the more uncomfortable.

You inhaled sharply as you shifted and cold air blew against the exposed parts of your body. “Sungjin please, i’ll make it up to you just please give me your hoodie” you pleaded exposing yourself more to the cold by taking your hands from your body and bringing them together in a begging motion.

Sungjin looked at your shaking figure, worry in his eyes upon noticing your lips turning a paler color than the normal rosy tint they usually had. He threw his head back before giving you a sharp look and smacking his lips.

“Last time you wore my hoodie, you almost got me in trouble, peaches. Everyone thought-” he cut off not being able to make eye contact with you. Your head tilted and you pursed your lips blankly staring at your best friend. You repeated the unfinished thought pushing him to continue while he shook his head pinching the bridge of his nose.

He didn’t even look at you, his tone on the borderline of hopelessness and defeat when he asked you “Y/n, do you know what it means when a person wears someone else’s hoodie or jacket?”

You looked around af if you could find the answer in the tired faces of the students surrounding you before looking back at his hunched over figure and slowly blinking before adamantly answering, “They’re cold”

At your answer, the sleeping figure of Dowoon slightly shifted as he snorted muttering something about how dumb you were before moving in search of a more comfortable sleeping position. You were just about to raise your hand to retaliate with a slap to his back, but Sungjin caught your attention by belting out a disbelieving laugh now looking at you with wide eyes and an unamused smile.

“They thought we were dating, as in romantically involved, as in an intimate relationship, as in doing more than ki-” Sungjin was now rambling voice getting higher with each word before you cut him off with a light hit to his arm feeling your body grow hot in embarrassment.

“I-I know what dating is Sungjin” You hissed hands clenching around the arms of your chair and feeling your chest cave in as you gasped laughing it off awkwardly. “Come on Sungjin, let’s act like the adults that we are. We know we aren’t dating, and since when have you cared about what people think?” you searched his face looking for the answer in the hesitant shadows of his face.

“I don't,” he answered bitterly.

“Then what’s your problem?” You leaned in left speechless at the unexpected behavior of your friend. You felt like the whole situation was getting too serious over a stupid hoodie, so you tried easing the tension by joking around. “Would I be that bad to date?”

You immediately shrunk back giggling when Sungjin lifted his head from his hands for a little bit to glare at you nostrils flaring before shoving his face back into his hands.

“That’s not it and you know it,” he gritted out. Sungjin truly didn’t mean to get grumpy with you, he was having an internal conflict. Whether to tell you his friend’s secret, or to keep it to himself and not interfere. You were left to stare at him wondering if you should leave him alone for the rest of class while Sungjin went through a flashback that had put him on edge around you.

-2 days ago-

Sungjin groaned, shoving his face deeper into the soft fabric of his pillow and stretching his arm out to the nightstand next to his bed, hand fumbling around for the blaring alarm clock. He grumbled, lifting his head to groggily glare at the numbers displayed on the clock.

7:26

He had 34 minutes to get to his 8 am psychology class. He tiredly exhaled sitting up in his bed and rubbing his bleary eyes. He took a quick shower hoping it would wake him up, but the haziness of sleep still drifted around the corners of his mind. He could barely keep his eyes open as he brushed his teeth.

He threw the first thing he could find from his dresser figuring he could come back to change if he had any change to plans which right now was absolutely nothing. Sometimes he wondered why he had decided to be in a frat, he wasn’t the most social or the most popular, and he didn’t particularly like going to parties- but, he had met some people he could never dream of living without.

Like Dowoon, who he had to push off the bed with a promise that he could sleep in class later. He sighed watching the poor boy stumble as he tugged on a pair of jeans letting out a sigh of relief when he fell back on the bed.

Sungjin couldn’t help but smile. Even with all the people he had met because of the frat, Dowoom and you would be the closest friends he had in this stressful place. You guys were the foundation of everything he had ever found important. The people who guided him when he was lost, and he would be damned if he ever let his friendship with the both of you go.

He mindlessly grabbed his ramen smelling hoodie thinking you could use it if you forgot your own like you did every other day, or Dowoon could use it as a pillow if he was particularly tired like he was...every other day. Sungjin swore that kid had to stop taking the bus to random places late at night. It was a wonder how he hadn’t accidentally ended up in another city with his nightly escapades.

He was thinking about whether he would risk eating or not as he jogged down the stairs to get to the kitchen when he heard your name. He narrowed his eyes stopping right at the last step of the stairs thinking he was mishearing things. Wait- there it was again. Your name. His precious friend’s name.

Sungjin shrugged it off thinking they meant another Y/n, but he was quickly corrected when he heard your last name too.

His jaw ticked and his mouth suddenly felt dry as he wondered what you could have possibly done to have frat boys talking about you. He paused just right outside the kitchen wanting to hear just what they could have been talking about to be bringing you into the conversation.

“How would I know if the girl is single? I didn’t even know she existed before Jae mentioned her”

He heard the person scoff as confusion made Sungjin’s eyebrows tug together. You? In a relationship? You hadn’t had a boyfriend since high school, who he had to stop himself from pummeling into the ground when he cheated on you and had continuously tried getting you back. Sungjin swore you had the worst luck when it came to relationships.

Not only had you had a bad experience with one, but you were too naive when it came to people actually liking you. He had lost count of all the disappointed faces he had seen of people who had asked you out only for you to respond with one of your bright smiles along with something along the lines of “Sure, I would love to be your friend”.

He shivered wincing at the sole memory of some of them. He had never said anything because you had never mentioned liking them, and you told him everything. He really wished he could forget about the fact you sold Dowoon’s game controller in order to buy a Cheeto the shape of a heart which you then proceeded to eat without any regrets.

“Well then what are we supposed to do? Go up to the girl and say “Hey, you don’t know who the hell we are, but we would like to know about your relationship status because you don’t have a Facebook we can stalk to see whether your love life is existent or not”, Sungjin peeked around the edge of the doorway seeing two figures sitting at the kitchen island having breakfast, and the person talking was animatedly waving his hands around.

“We desperately need to know because our friend Jae is about to be strangled since he won’t stop writing stupid sappy love songs about you” Younghyung do you even know how crazy we seem right now. We are quite possibly the worst wingmen in the history of wingmen” He now recognized the voice as Kim Wonpil’s voice, and at the same time Sungjin felt his heart claw up his throat as he slightly stumbled back in surprise.

Jae Park. One of the other members of the frat. And the boy you had been crushing on for two years. Also one of his closest friends not including you and Dowoon. Sungjin suddenly wished he had just stayed in bed today. Jae was one of the most popular guys on campus. Not because he slept around or anything, but because he was actually a friendly person. He got along with everyone, and he was basically friends with everyone.

Jae had helped Sungjin out of some tough spots before, even invited him out to hang out when you and Dowoon were busy doing who knows what. Jae’s closest friends were Kim Wonpil and Kang Younghyun. Sungjin had talked to those two before, but not enough to go up to them and randomly start up conversations with them.

He still remembered the day you had excitedly come up to him squealing about how the Jae Park was in your sociology class. Eyes shining and giggles erupting out of your mouth every five seconds. He really couldn’t stand you that day. Sungjin felt something stir in his chest, but he couldn't really tell what it was. He shook it off stiffly walking into the kitchen with his heart pounding in his ears.

Sungjin had felt awkward almost all his life, but he was sure nothing could top the sudden tension he felt in his body when the boy’s conversation came to a sudden halt at his appearance. He kept his back to them rolling his shoulders and trying to distract himself from the eyes boring into his back. He grabbed the cereal box turning around to get a bowl catching the two boys wildy gesturing at each other with wide eyes before immediately stopping once they noticed he could see them.

He kept his gaze directly directed at his cereal hoping whoever was listening they wouldn’t talk to him.

“Hey, Sungjin?’

He always thought there’d be a day where he’d drown in his cereal. Maybe today was that day. He paused a bit before grunting in reply looking up to see it had been Younghyun who had spoken and Wonpil who was darting his gaze everywhere but Sungjin’s eyes.

“You know Y/n L/n?” Younghyun again spoke leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

Sungjin knew he was playing dumb. Everybody knew you and Sungjin were practically glued at the hip. Wherever one of you was, the other could probably be found close by.

He put down the cereal with a sigh, tilting his head at them as he braced himself against the kitchen island with both arms.

“I would hope so. I’ve known her since I was seven years old, and I see her almost everyday” He smiled at them mirthfully feeling an inkling of possessiveness sprout in the confines of his chest. Once again, Sungjin shook it off as protectiveness he felt for you as a little sister.

Younghyun opened and closed his mouth as if not knowing how to respond to Sungjin’s answer. He finally cleared his throat seemingly still finding his voice until Wonpil’s panicked and rushed voice cut him off.

“Are you and Y/n seeing each other?” Wompil immediately clasped his hand to his mouth shaking his head wildy and mumbling warbled apologies while Younghyun slapped the loud mouth upside the head.

Sungjin took a shaky breath in suddenly feeling dizzy as he swayed lightly. His voice was disbelieving when he was able to sputter out his reply.

“W-what makes you think Y/n and I are anything more than friends” his eyes flitted between Wonpil and Younghyun left at a loss for words.

Sure, he and you were inseparable, always going everywhere and anywhere together, but not once had you ever shown signs of being more than friends. Never looking longingly or lovingly at each other, never kissing, never holding hands for more than a minute (in his defense he didn’t want to lose you in the crowd), never proclaiming your love for one another. You guys had never done anything that would suggest anything more than a friendly relationship.

The two boys in front of you looked at each other then at the speechless figure of Sungjin harshly whispering before Wonpil finally made eye contact with Sungjin nervously tapping his finger on the kitchen islan. Pursing his lips he seemed to be choosing his words carefully.

“It’s just that, Jinyoung said he saw Y/n wearing your hoodie. The one you have right now, and you know um people wear each other’s clothes when they’re together, so we just assumed there was something between you guys. We’re sorry Sungjin, we really didn’t mean to jump to conclusions bud”

Sungjin’s eyes drifted down to the hoodie in his hands. The very one he always let you borrow simply because you got cold, and he bought it to class for that exact reason. He was just trying to take care of you, and somehow that had gotten mistaken as anything but friendly intentions. He knew you really liked Jae, but at the same time Sungjin was scared.

He was scared you would leave him behind once you began dating Jae. You almost did when your dumb high school boyfriend told you he didn’t like you being so close to a boy, and he threatened to break up with you if you didn’t distance yourself from Sungjin, your bestfriend. He was terrified of it happening for real this time.

You would have no time for him because you were too busy with Jae, and he would be forgotten by the one person he could always count on. He would lose the smile and laughter of the one person who had always been there for him, but who was he to cling on to you when you could be happier without him. Sungjin felt like he was going to throw up. He was so sure you would leave him behind to rot, you wouldn’t need him anymore.

You wouldn’t need someone to bring a hoodie for you in case you forgot. You wouldn’t need someone to help you fix your bike after you crashed it from getting distracted while riding it. You wouldn’t need someone to patch you up and take away the pain after said bike crash. You wouldn’t need anyone to wipe away your tears when the demons in your head got particularly demanding. You wouldn’t need sungjin anymore because you would have Jae. Sungjin felt like he was getting strangled. He couldn’t breathe past the lump of dread that had formed in his drying throat.

He could not bear to lose the one person that had been by his side through the brightest and cloudiest days. He could not possibly lose the one person that had been by his side through all the ups and downs of life. He could not lose you. Not his peaches with your soft exterior but strong interior.

He felt his body go numb with the immense sadness that tore through his chest, and he began feeling his eyes tear up.

Would he be selfish at the expense of your happiness?

He felt his chest heave as he let out a heavy exhale closing his eyes at the ache beginning to probe at his temples. He shook his head once looking back at the pair who were staring at him with hunched shoulders, both regretting the fact they had even bought it up to him seeing his inner turmoil.

“Does Jae think so too?” his voice was as monotone as he’d ever heard it. Wonpil simply nodded chewing at his lips nervously.

Sungjin shoved the cereal box back into the cupboard not bothering to look at the boys mumbling a low “I need to get to class” as he walked away shaking hands clutching the hoodie to his chest not seeing the worried look the boys gave each other.

-Back to present-

Sungjin groaned feeling like he was about to pass out with all the mixed emotions coursing through his body right now. He decided for now, he would not tell you of Jae’s returned feelings towards you ignoring the guilt clenching around his heart by deciding it was not his place to say what Jae felt.

He quickly slipped his body out the hoodie throwing it at you and grumbling that you better return it to by the end of class. You laughed happily snuggling into the warmth of the hoodie but looking skeptically at Sungjin who had decided to distract himself by scrolling through his phone. You knew when your best friend was hiding something, and right now your best friend was certainly not telling you something.

You felt a bit hurt that even after all these years of building each other up, he couldn’t confide in you when there was something that was bothering him, but you shrugged it off figuring he would tell you when he was ready and you didn’t want to push him. You wondered why he was asking for it by the end of class since he always let you keep it until the end of the day. You once again shook it off figuring he probably got cold too.

You did not give it back by the end of class. You ran out of class. With the hoodie.

By the time Sungjin noticed you were gone with the hoodie still on your body, you were out the human resources building on your way to the student common area where the cafeteria was. Sungjin cursed your black hole of a stomach while Dowoon cackled claiming he deserved it for letting you sell his game controller.

You excitedly ran into the cafeteria stomach growling because let’s be real, cereal was not enough to sustain a growing girl such as yourself. You were instantly met with the smell of different kinds of foods from the variety of restaurants your university cafeteria had. Your eyes hungrily scanned the restaurants lining the room before deciding you could really go for a Subway right now. You were walking out of the little restaurant with the sandwich in your hands when you heard a voice call your name.

You let out a small confused “Huh” in response to the calling of your name spinning around searching the faces of the students peacefully eating and laughing together not being able to find the caller of your name.

Your vision went black as hands suddenly covered your eyes and a chest pressed up against your back. You jumped scared by the sudden greeting gasping in surprise.

“Hey!”, you yelped out.

Your own hands went up to the culprit’s wrists gently moving them down. You tilted your head back being met with a bright smile and a soft laugh that rang in your ears and made your chest fill with warmth. You instantly spun around face to face with your crush of two years.

He was your crush, but he had also become a close friend since the day you had coincidentally sat next to him on the first day of your sociology class not paying attention to who you were sitting next to and just walking to one of the front rows, sure you wouldn’t know anyone in the class.

He whispered your name asking to borrow a pencil and you spent around one minute staring at him like an idiot before fumbling inside your bag for a pencil and giving it to him clumsily. He had chuckled lowly muttering a “cute” under his breath which you were sure you weren’t meant to hear but you had become very attentive to him now knowing he was the one you were sitting next to and stunned by the fact he even knew your name.

You tried ignoring he was sitting next to you, but he moved around so much you wondered if he had to go to the restroom. He eventually noticed your staring simply telling you he had become restless since he had gotten sudden motivation for a song. You were impressed and intrigued by the prospect of him being a songwriter wondering what kind of words he brought to life with different melodies and harmonies.

You sneakily smiled at him, eyes flickering to the professor not far from where you were sitting before sliding your books in front of the notes he had put no effort into and giving him a sly wink giggling.

“I’ll cover for you”, you whispered.

He gave you a look that made a warm tingle run all over your body, eyes softening at you and cheekily winking back.

“I won’t forget your noble sacrifice” he immediately flipped to a new page of his notebook borrowed pencil quickly scribbling across the page.

You had to stop yourself from squealing as you subtly sank in your chair, the corner of your lips twitching as you tried to stop yourself from smiling at seemingly nothing. Sticking your nose into your own notebook and actually writing notes in order to distract yourself from looking at Jae who was now in his own world. Not failing the class was a bonus.

You were so into forcing yourself to pay attention to the monotone professor you didn’t notice Jae’s gaze coming back to your figure every so often taking note of all your features that made his heart beat faster and his head spin.

Ever since that day, you two became close, occasionally getting together outside of class when one of you finally mustered up the courage to plan said get together. It was usually to see a movie where you guys occasionally brushed each other’s hands while trying to get one of the snacks you had bought.

After the movie, it was tradition to go to the noodle place next to the bookstore at the end of the street where you laughed and joked around together. You had never told anyone of these times holding the memories as too precious and personal to share, scared that if you spoke of them they would disappear. You had even refused to hang out with Sungjin telling him you had to study which you felt a little guilty about, but spending a little less time with him wouldn’t hurt right?

Your eyes widened as you pouted at him. “Jae, you can’t just do that to a person, I almost dropped my lunch and I would have made you pay for another one you ingrate” You were once again met with the same laugh as before, except louder this time. The one that instantly made you smile back at him, heart skipping beats periodically. The laugh that made the colors around you suddenly dance with a vibrancy that beautifully spun and twirled making you so wonderfully dizzy.

“I’m a college student Y/n I can barely afford my own food. Do you want me to starve?” His eyes crinkled behind the glasses sitting on his narrow nose making your world spin just a bit faster on the axis of what could only be his smile. “Evil, pure evil.” he shook his head scrunching up his nose as if disappointed in you.

You put your hands on your hips looking offended and tutting. “You’re the one that wants to make me starve. I haven’t eaten in one hour. That’s too long Jae!” he chuckled playfully, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Stop being dramatic and come eat with me loser. I mean uh, if you want to of course. Do you?” he gave you a nervous smile lightly tugging at a strand of your chair before shifting his feet and tugging at his jacket.

You tilted your head as if seriously thinking, looking at his smile slowly falling making your own heart sink being the cause of making something so lovely die. You teasingly reached up to push his glasses back up his nose, finger accidentally gracing the corner of his mouth. Softly laughing you walked by him and gently bumped his shoulder with yours.

“Maybe another day,” you snickered. He instantly played into your joke once again laughing. He did a lot of that. Laugh. Never ashamed to show how happy he was. You on the other hand, had to hide how happy his own happiness made you.

“Walk away from me young lady and I will never let you eat my Starbursts again nerd” he threatened with a small smile playing on his lips. You couldn’t the light laugh that bubbled up from your chest turning around and putting your hands up in mock surrender. Jae’s chest filled with warm tingles like it did every time he made you laugh.

“You monster. You can’t just deprive me of Starbursts. They get me through the horror movies you always pick! I’ll sit with you, for the Starbursts.” Your determined tone and furrowed eyebrows made Jae breathlessly laugh as he walked closer to you hand reaching out towards your frozen figure.

Your heart palpitated as you tried to calm your breathing, but one of his hands took a hold of your hand running up your arm until it located itself on your shoulder, tugging you into his body and making him able to throw an arm around your shoulder.

Your skin burned wherever his warm touch lingered, and your face felt hot. You once again had to take a deep breath to calm yourself from the wondrous euphoria you felt just by being by Jae. He began walking bringing your flustered self along with him. You were so caught up in trying to make sure you didn’t trip, you didn’t notice Jae’s own cheeks tinting with pink or his shaking hand hanging off your shoulder.

He led you over to a table near the windows where two figures were hunched over and inhaling their food, talking to each other every few seconds. You recognized them as Jae’s two closest friends, Wonpil and Younghyun. You had never met them which caused you to dig your heels into the ground effectively stopping both you and Jae.

“Don’t worry they’re nice. As long as i'm here, they won’t do anything. I won’t let them” he had ducked down too whisper into your ear warm breath hitting the shell of your ear. You hesitantly nodded continuing to walk while Jae tightened his arm around your shoulders and brought you closer into his left side making the whole right side of your body burn at the wake of his touch.

Different from his earlier tone he cheerfully called out for the two who didn;t look up from their food.

“Jae you’re usually the first one at the table what took you so long. Wait don’t tell me, busy staring at-'' Younghyun had begun speaking taunting Jae and still not looking up until he was cut off by a shove from Wonpil who had raised his gaze to greet Jae only to be surprised with you basically tucked into his friend’s body. You curiously looked up at Jae wondering what so often caught his attention so much his friends teased him who only shrugged mouthing a “he’s crazy” and looking in Younghyun’s direction.

Jae cleared his voice but you poked him purposefully looking at him and muttering, “I can speak for myself” You turned to the pair who were both kindly smiling at you waving awkwardly at them. “Uh hi, my name is Y/n”

Wonpil smiled sweetly at you putting his chin on his hand and glancing at Jae. “We know”. You stared at him, mouth falling open and uttering a confused “Huh?” You were so focused on staring questionly at Wonpil to notice Jae mouthing threatening words at his friends. Younghyun cut him with a stiff laugh “Sungjin talks about you a lot”.

You instantly bought it smiling at the thought of your friend. You had forgotten these boys were a part of the frat he had recently joined. Wonpil seemed to fall out of whatever stupor he had fallen in stupidly smiling in Jae’s direction jumping up to offer you a handshake and introducing himself which you instantly took hoping your palms weren’t sweaty from nervousness. Younghyun followed in Wonpil’s lead, just a little more relaxed and laid back than the jumpy and energetic Wonpil.

Jae’s hands ushered you to sit down while he sat opposite the seat he had pushed you into next to his friends, making Wonpil’s small form get squished between Jae and Younghyun. You smiled softly at the sight getting reminded by your own little trio of you, Sungjin, and Dowoon. You started unwrapping your sandwich as you answered basic questions from Jae’s friends like what your major was and what flavor of ice cream you preferred.

You found yourself being able to fall into a steady rhythm of laughing and talking with the three boys in front of you getting comfortable enough to relax and talk with ease growing confident with the little group. You were answering Wonpil’s question about the tattoo just behind your right ear when you saw his gaze fall to your clothes, his mouth fell open a little as he struggled to focus on your answer too focused on the hoodie enveloping your form.

His shoulders slightly slumped as he nudged Younghyun muttering to him that you had the hoodie on. You were completely enraptured in the conversation Jae had pulled you into, so Younghyun had to clear his throat to catch your attention. His mouth was tugged into a calm smile, but his gaze was sharp making your stomach quiver with a sudden bundle of nerves.

“The hoodie is nice” he gestured cooly to the hoodie keeping you warm “Where did you get it from” the question seemed to carry double meaning. You saw Jae eyes widen, filling with an emotion you couldn’t quite place, body stiffening in his seat. You suddenly remembered what the one rule Sungjin had given you when throwing the clothing at you, and you had run right out of class breaking the one damn rule he had given you.

You groaned burying your head in your arms while tugging at the fabric that was Sungjin’s hoodie as if it would magically disappear from your body into Sungjin’s hands. You chewed at your lip looking at the boys in front of you, bitten lips now formed into a pout.

“I’m not even supposed to have this. I should have given it to him by the end of class, but it was so cold and Sungjin always gives me his hoodie when I forget mine.” You ran your hands through your hair already practicing what you’d say to him, but you knew the outcome was all the same. He was probably going to give you the scolding of your life. You really didn’t understand why he cared if other people thought you were dating. He had never cared about it before.

People had even confused you as a couple before, and he had always shrugged it off forgetting about it as soon as it happened. “Ugh, he’s going to kill me. If you don’t see me tomorrow Sungjin did it” i said sadly.

Jae wasn’t saying anything finding more interest in the table than the conversation you were currently having with his friends. You wondered what was up with him since he was always more than eager to join in on the conversation, but you coined it off as him being lost in thought.

The sharp look in Younghyun’s eyes remained and he didn’t laugh like most people would at the relationship between you and the other male. Wonpil simply sank in his seat leaning a little closer to Jae. You were beginning to feel anxious left foot tapping across the floor getting ready to bolt any second. Your mouth felt dry and it hurt to swallow the bite of sandwich you had just put in your mouth.

Younghyun finally looked away from you staring out the window next to the table and fiddling with the spoon on his table. “You and Sungjin seem close” his jaw was tight and tone uninterested but you felt like your answer held the weight of the world in it. You chose to stay calm ignoring the voices in your head telling you to run away as fast as you could. The food in your stomach felt heavy and you fought the urge to throw up.

You smiled softly at them. “Of course we are, he’s one of the most important people in my life'' You saw Jae close his eyes as if he had just been punched in the gut, and you saw Younghyun’s hand clenched into a fist knuckles turning white but you kept going, keeping your voice light and soft. “He’s been my best friend since I can remember” you added on taking the hoodie off and instantly wincing and getting attacked by the cold air circulating the cafeteria.

You shivered really hating yourself for forgetting your jacket. Everybody seemed to ease up, so you figured your answer had been the right one. What exactly deemed it as right you still weren’t sure. Younghyun leaned back in his seat, his sharp gaze gone, and the humorous glint in his eyes back. Wonpil put his elbows on the table leaning closer to you and once again asking you another question while Jae seemed to spring back to life also joining in on the conversation with the bright smile back on his face and his eyes getting their shine back.

You couldn’t help but feel a light tingle prick at the back of your neck at seeing Jae happy and himself again. Your lips tugged into a small satisfied smile, and while talking with them you would continuously look at Jae who you caught staring every time then bashfully look back at Wonpil not being able to bear the thought of Jae looking at you and only you.

Jae never looked away from you. Not even when you caught him in the act simply chuckling when you smiled nervously and looked at his friend. You were both so caught up in each other you didn’t see Wonpil wiggling his eyebrows at Younghyun who rolled his eyes but smiled happily nonetheless.

A little tension left your body because the air around the four of you had immensely calmed down, but the cold was now once again seeping into your skin, chilling you to the bones.You gave the boys an uncomfortable smile as you began to shiver. Wonpil and Younghyun smiled at you sympathetically while Jae got an unsure look on his face, lips pursing and eyebrows furrowing. He looked worriedly at you, a silent question in his eyes.

“You okay?” You beamed at him assuring him, but your body was still shaking. He set his shoulders back keeping eye contact with you while getting up and pulling his jacket off his body. He shook his head “Tsk tsk Y/n, what would you possibly do without me?” You felt your face grow hot trying your hardest to ignore the sliver of skin exposed by his shirt riding up when he took off the article of clothing.

His hair was ruffled and his glasses were askew and barely held up by the bridge of his nose, but the only thing you could focus on was the arm extended towards you holding the blue jean jacket being offered to you. Your breath was caught in your throat, and you stood there frozen staring at the jean jacket. You couldn’t even feel the chilly air of the cafeteria anymore. Not when the warmth caused by Jae’s offer was enough to sink into the deepest confines of your chest, settling there giving you an odd sense of comfort making your heart hum happily.

Both you and Jae did not see Wonpil and Younghyun looking at each other with goofy grins before leaving both of you heading towards their next classes.

The hand holding the sweater shook once. “We don’t have all day here loser. My noodle arm really can’t hold this jacket forever. I skipped arm day last week” you held your hand out placing it on the jacket, but you still didn’t take the jacket swallowing harshly and clearing your throat. You looked at Jae beneath your eyelashes blinking slowly at him ,heart pounding against your rib cage. At that moment, nobody but you and Jae existed.

“Are you sure?” your unsure question made Jae roll his eyes, his next actions happening so fast you had no time to properly react. He grasped your wrist from the hand placed on his jacket still in his hand drawing your body towards his with so much force your hips briefly bumped against his. He let go of your wrist instead grabbing his jacket with both hands, and you were forced to put your hand on his shoulder to stop yourself from actually crashing into him.

His arms went around you putting his jacket around your head in order to hang the jacket on your shoulders making sure it covered you enough so the cold wouldn’t bother you anymore. You were pretty sure the whole cafeteria could hear how loud and fast your heart was beating. You couldn’t think straight. The only thing you could even process was Jae’s hands still on the lapel of the jacket, barely brushing the part of your stomach above your belly button.

You seemed to get a control of your body as you looked up at him with wide eyes getting met with his face closer than it had ever been, the lightest flush on his cheek bones and lips slightly parted. You could see your hand trembling with pure adrenaline as the hand that wasn’t on his shoulder reached up to fix his tilted glasses and messy hair. The hand on his shoulder was close enough to his chest to feel the slight drum of his heart unusually fast for someone who was basically standing still.

You really weren’t sure why you were surprised. Jae had always gone out of his for you. Always done little things to take care of you in his own little way. Holding your hand when the professor handed back assignments rubbing your knuckles with his thumb reassuringly, playing his guitar when you were in a sad mood at the park you sometimes visited after coming back from the noodle place, gently brushing your hair away from your face when it fell on your face while writing notes, or crushing you in a hug when you didn’t get the grade you wanted hand gently holding you against him.

He always joined in on your childish behavior by pushing you on the swing or going down the slide with you at the park, always bringing you your favorite snacks from the convenience store he walked by on the way to class knowing fully well you sometimes forgot to eat, or even letting you spill your tears to him on days you just didn’t feel good.

He had always stuck by your side. During both good days and bad days even managing to make the bad days good days just by being there with you making it his mission to make you smile. All this made you come to a realization. Sure, maybe what you had for him before was nothing but a silly crush, but now as you got to know him more and become someone he confided in, the feelings you got around him were crystal clear.

You were in love with Jaehyung Park, and now that you knew what you were feeling, you wanted to scream it to the whole world. What you were feeling was something so beautiful and precious that people only dreamed to experience. You weren’t sure if the vile world would ever allow you to feel this ethereal emotion ever again, and as you looked up at the man your heart had so harshly and deeply fallen for, you were terrified. You didn’t want to ruin what you had.

You wanted to stay like this, blissfully unaware of each other's true feelings for one another. Even if your body and heart longed to be close to him, to touch him, feel him, and know every crevice and inch of him, you counted yourself lucky to be able to be close to him like this, where your probably unreturned feelings didn’t make anything awkward or burdensome for anyone.

You felt a little prick at your eye cursing yourself for wanting to cry, but you managed a small smile in Jae’s direction taking a step away from him and suggesting you sit back down since you both still had time before you had to go to class. He sat on the opposite side of the table as you, gaze not straying away from you.

You took a deep breath feeling tingles running along your spine since the air between you both had become tense filled with something you couldn’t identify. You both remained silent sitting there. You became fidgety, stretching your legs in front of you only for your right leg to gently bump against what you assumed to be the pole supporting and holding the table up. You were staring outside watching all the students pass by happily ignorant to the slight change in relationship between the two friends sitting across each other sitting in silence.

You absentmindedly started running your leg up and down the pole under the table when you heard a weird sputtering sound much alike to choking from a foot away from you. You turned away from the window looking at the man across from you only to flinch back in surprise with the sight you were met with.

Jae was staring at you with wide panicked eyes, and his shaking arm held up to his face, but even with the arm you could see the red tinting his chest, neck, face, and ears. His chest was heaving and you could see his whole body trembling. You instantly grew worried all focus going to Jae assuming there was something seriously wrong with him. The table wasn’t that wide which allowed you to lean closer to his body holding your palm to his forehead feeling it was abnormally hot. You anxiously tapped your foot against the pole supporting the table. “Jae are you okay?” you heard him gasp out an answer not being able to understand at all when you felt the pole under the table slightly move against your leg.

Wait, poles can’t move.

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risingsouls · 3 years

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Recruited: Chapter 9

[A very self-indulgent, not sfw chapter this time! Forgive me if it’s cheesy; I’m super rusty with actually writing smut. :’3

You’ve been warned.

Bonus song for basically Nabs before she gets some ;3]

Nabooru

Gloved fingers dragged through rain-deprived dirt, hands and feet kicking up a cloud of dust as Nabooru skidded along the ground and twisted her body back around to face her Saiyan assailant. They had been at it for hours, deciding their time off was better spent training than goofing off. Thus, as her muscles and depleting energy reserves begged for rest, a change in tactics to either secure a win or put her in the least embarrassing position possible to request a reprieve didn't sound like the worst idea in the world. Scouter or no, the switch up should catch him off guard enough to at least get a few, solid final attacks in.

She dug her heels in to slow herself and regain control of her momentum after his last blow. Once she found a solid enough footing, she propelled herself forward again, charging like an enraged bull. She closed the gap between them in a flash. As she hoped, Vegeta expected her to throw a punch or a kick, a series of blasts or a wave of energy, and left his midsection open. Head lowered, she drove her shoulder hard into his abdomen and wrapped her arms around him. She felt the air whisk from his lungs and his body double over as she drove him backward and through a plateau. They slammed to the ground and Nabooru pinned him, knees straddling either side of his waist.

She drew her arm back and aimed a punishing strike for Vegeta's jaw, only for it to crash through solid earth next to his head as he tilted his head to dodge it. Her left fist followed up, only to be caught. Energy crackled around their joined hands in the stalemate, jaws clenched with the effort to gain an upper hand.

Nabooru noted his smirk a second too late. She just caught the glimpse of his free arm lifting toward her before his forearm collided with her stomach, forcing her off of him and onto her back. He was on her in an instant, arms pinned and crushed at her sides by his powerful thighs and a ball of red ki aimed for her face. She wriggled to try and free herself, only for Vegeta to shove the sphere of energy threateningly closer, the heat of it grazing the tip of her nose.

"Give up."

Nabooru considered attempting to kick him in the head or back, freeing her hand enough to blast or grab some part of him--his inner thigh, groin, ass if she could manage to reach--in a strategy to surprise him enough to regain some control. But the second her fingers twitched, his knees tightened on her hips, and she bit back a pained yelp from the pressure it placed on her hands and pelvis.

"Fine. You win. Would you kindly get that out of my face now?"

Vegeta's frame shook with his taunting chuckle and the light evaporated from his palm. "You almost had me with that stupid tactic," he drawled, his tail whipping the air behind him in slow arcs. His grip on her hips loosened and he wiped blood from the side of his mouth with the back of his glove. "Too bad you couldn't follow through."

She pulled her hands and arms free, taking the moment to admire the musculature of his thighs plainly visible in his battle suit. She tried to make the upward roving of her eyes seem as organic as possible, hoping the way her gaze lingered on the exposed skin where chunks of his armor and suit were missing in his side and shoulder look like she was admiring her own handiwork before settling on his smug face. Blood from where she headbutt him earlier in the spar had trickled down from his forehead and down the bridge of his nose and was now half-dried there. At least he wouldn't leave their bout unscathed.

"I caught you off guard enough, so I'm counting it as a victory."

The prince scoffed, and she followed the shot of his gaze to find Nappa and Raditz landing beside them. "Did we interrupt something?" Nappa jeered, glancing between the pair of them. Nabooru caught the hint of pink dusting Vegeta's cheeks as he growled and sprang to his feet. She sat up herself, ignoring the fleeting thought of missing his weight on top of her. Forcing herself to look anywhere other than his backside. "If you need a little more time, we can come back later."

"Shut up. I hope you two were paying attention to what real sparring looks like."

Raditz snorted. Neither seemed particularly perturbed by Vegeta's growing temper. "Oh, sparring is what you call it? That's not what it looked like from where I'm standing."

Vegeta ignored him. "How much were you two slacking instead of training?" He raised a hand to his scouter. "Do I need to personally test you to see your progress?"

Nabooru rose to her feet and dusted off her backside before joining the trio. "You really think I'd pass up an opportunity to beat up on Raditz?" Nappa asked, causing the other to roll his eyes. "Even our runt is still getting stronger."

"Hmpt. We'll see." He paused to scrub the half dried blood from his face and, upon noting the questioning stares the other two pinned him with, clicked his tongue. "Whatever. You're dismissed. I want you both back here in twelve hours, got it? Your combat has looked sloppy lately, and I won't stand for you messing something up because you refuse to keep up with your training."

Instead of Nappa and Raditz leaving, Vegeta’s blue-white aura surrounded him and he took off, forcing all three left behind to shield their faces from the swirl of dust. “Are you joining us, Nabs?” Raditz asked, sweeping a hand in front of his face to ward off the dirt.

“Not this time.” Nabooru brushed stray strands of hair away from her face. “I might join you later. I need a bath before I do anything else.”

Nappa snorted. “Like I believe that after that performance you two put on. There was plenty more grappling than usual and I refuse to believe it wasn’t on purpose.” He slapped a hand on her back, causing her to hiss in pain. “If you go for it, just think of it as doing us all a favor.”

With a roll of her eyes, she turned her back on the smirking pair. “You two are the worst.” Feet hovered over the ground and she lifted her hand in salute. “I’ll see you later. Either for a drink or to kick your asses.”

She took the flight back to the resort district at a leisurely pace to reserve what little remained of her energy. Drowning in the bathtub wasn’t exactly her ideal death, and she wanted to enjoy the luxury of one when she only had the option to shower on the bases. She never realized how she had taken advantage of them back home when baths were the only option. Stripping out of her torn, sweat and blood soaked armor and soaking in the scalding hot water to soothe her muscles for hours sounded far better than cavorting around the entertainment district and dealing with crowds full of mostly drunk soldiers. Not to mention catching a wink of sleep before they resumed their grueling training.

Vegeta's decision to spend their off time training neither surprised her nor did it particularly bother her. Considering their conversation a few weeks prior and his suspicions and goals concerning Frieza, she expected and welcomed the workouts over doing nothing or continually searching for ways to spend the next three days, harsh as they already proved to be. Normally, the prince hadn't been particular about how the other two spent their time, however. Did they know his plans? She assumed they did or at least suspected. They knew him better, and his ambitious and entitled nature appended to his royal status was difficult to miss. How soon did Vegeta plan to move forward with his plans? If they kept getting stronger, would Frieza suspect something? Would he care? They couldn't exactly keep their training or any progress made a secret. Was there more to this than just killing Frieza?

Nabooru landed at the entrance to the resort they had chosen to stay in, reaching into her armor and pulling out the key to her room as she stepped onto the elevator. She selected her floor and leaned against the wall. She felt queasy considering what they were doing in full. She despised Frieza and the entire operation, but she risked far more than her own life with this. She didn't know how much she could trust Vegeta, but he offered her an out and that was better than she could get otherwise, it seemed. A way back to her home and her old life. Or whatever her life would be on the new Hyrule. It had to be better than conquering planets for Frieza and his family. Than constantly compromising her morality to keep her people safe and herself alive.

And Vegeta could be worse. For all his threats and insults, he had yet to really harm her. He had shown time and again that if he wanted her dead, he could have done it, both because he was more powerful and he had little qualms with killing. If he wanted to sabotage her, he could have outed her for blowing up the palace on Trimbon or anything else she had stepped out of line with. Perhaps to keep her as loyal as possible, especially now that he decided she was meant to help him in his endeavors, but she would be hard pressed to find anyone on the force without an angle that served their purposes. After all, she had agreed to help Vegeta mostly for her own benefit, to free herself from Frieza and the force and return home. Though his own plight and history, the parallels to her own, didn't hurt his chances of convincing her to risk everything. They could both get what they needed. What they deserved.

The elevator binged and she stepped onto the carpeted floor, heading to the end of the hall where her room was. She unlocked the door and slipped inside, yanking her armor over her head the second the doors slid closed. For all his flaws, she couldn't deny that he, like the other two Saiyans, had grown on her, too. The extra time spent together sparring and the brief conversations following helped, she supposed, as she could see him as more than a dethroned prince with a chip on his shoulder and a thrill for violence. More than anything, he saw her as a warrior first, had since the day they met, as she preferred to be seen. With everyone else underestimating her for her sex or viewing her as a potential bed mate, it went a long way with her. While she doubted he would ever treat her as an equal in any regard, she would survive so long as he continued to respect her as a warrior.

Nabooru struggled out of her torn battle suit and ripped leggings, boots kicked off and gloves dropped haphazardly. She yanked the tie from her hair as she pushed the button to the bathroom door open, the lights motion activated. Clean and simple if not a little small, the bathroom still had what she wanted: a bathtub with complimentary soaps and bubbles. She used her scouter to double check the contents of them as well as the quality of the water, and, finding that none would harm her skin or poison her if accidentally ingested, she filled the tub and dumped a generous portion of the bubbles in the water.

She leaned against the sink counter as she waited for it to fill, tapping through her messages. Only one remained unread, and the origin dropped her heart to the pit of her stomach, worsening her discomfort. It was rare Frieza contacted her, anything he needed to say to her relayed through Vegeta or some other commander. She could only imagine what he wanted to say to her and her alone.

When the foam rose over the lip of the tub, she stepped in and lowered her body into the steaming water. She bent her legs and rested her spine against the back of the basin, letting her head fall back. Hand rose from the water to open the message, her pulse too quick for the relaxing atmosphere she created for herself.

As she feared, it referred to the job on Trimbon. She skimmed through it, chewing her bottom lip to the point of nearly splitting it open. The emperor informed her that she had performed better than expected with her conversations with the rebel leader but lamented her failure to convince him of a peaceful solution, that she could have tried harder in his opinion, resulting in the loss of the greater portion of the planet's army and the palace. Her pay would be garnished for an amount agreed upon between the Empire and Trimbon's royal family once the damages were fully assessed. But the part that sent her mind awhirl with fresh paranoia was the end. A warning, vague but haunting. A reminder that her success and usefulness determined whether the deal between the Empire and her home planet and people stood, and that, should she be tasked with similar in the future, she should be better prepared to push the envelope to obtain the desired result.

Nabooru swallowed hard and pulled her scouter from her ear, sliding it across the tiled floor and away from the tub. She sucked in a breath and submerged herself, the rush of the running water like muffled hoofbeats in her ears. Her chest ached as her mind raced, unearthing the worst case scenarios. He had already destroyed her planet. He would find out why she had blown up the palace and would kill her people for it. He knew what she and Vegeta planned and would punish her by taking the only hope she still had from her. She failed them. All of them. All for a selfish act of consolation. She had no home, no race, she was alone, and--

She broke the surface again and gasped for air. The water threatened to spill over the side, and she leaned forward to turn the faucet off. No, she couldn't think like that. It was just a warning. Paranoia without real evidence to back the thoughts would only drive her closer to madness. The whispered rumor of Frieza's atrocities and Vegeta's suspicions about the fate of his home world were only speculation. Convincing speculation, but without witnessing it for herself...she couldn't afford to let it rule her. The distraction would make her sloppy and ultimately make her fears a reality.

She would stay the course. Continue to train with Vegeta so he or both of them could become powerful enough to kill Frieza. Impossible as it still seemed, it was without a doubt the only true way to ensure her people's safety. With the tyrant in power, their livelihood would always remain tenuous and out of her control.

Dragging her fingers through her wet hair, she closed her eyes in another attempt to relax. She steered her thoughts away from a fate that likely hadn't befallen her home toward the next few days of training and strategizing. Considering ways they could all get strong enough to take on Frieza as soon as they possibly could. Vegeta had mentioned a legend of his people, of a transformation known simply as a Super Saiyan. He said if he could figure out how to unlock it, Frieza would be no match for him. Unfortunately, her pressing on how one achieved the form revealed that the legend didn't elaborate on that with even Nappa and his knowledge of Saiyan lore drawing a blank. They had a goal, at least, but little direction for achieving it. But if anyone could accomplish it, it was Vegeta. The man was impressive in battle, strategic and naturally inclined to combat to a rare degree, and if nothing else, he would make it through sheer force of will.

A few years ago, she never would have imagined she would fight on the same level as someone like him, ki or no ki. The only one back home that gave her a run for her rupees was Ganondorf and Avira if she found her on an off day. Thus, she never imagined this sort of growth or power for herself and a new element to add to her fighting style to boot. She was glad to have someone to help her grow stronger. Test her and push her beyond her limits, even if he did so for purely selfish reasons. No reason he shouldn't benefit from it, too.

Half dozing, her train of thought shifted to their most recent spar, focusing on what she did well and where she could improve. New tactics to try. How to increase every attribute from speed and strength to endurance and stamina. The advantage of switching to less traditional styles as she had toward the end of their bout, and where those succeeded and failed. She went from the pinner to the pinned due to a loss of focus and a split second of carelessness. She could feel his weight on top of her again, his powerful thighs squeezing her hips in punishment for trying to wriggle free. That devilish smirk curling his lips as he slipped his hands beneath her armor and battle suit, gloved fingers gliding up her abs maddeningly slow and his hips pressing downward into hers and…

Her eyes snapped open and she squeezed her legs together, swiping a hand over her face in frustration. For her fantasies to take such a course wasn't particularly rare. When thinking about Ganondorf or Aveil saddened rather than aroused her when she needed to quell her lust, her imagination resorted to her new cohorts instead. For a while, Nappa or Raditz sufficed, but more often than not, they morphed to the prince on top of her or beneath her. Pressing her against a wall or into the mattress. Nipping and sucking along her neck while he pounded into her.

The problem was that, since they started training together more often, the fantasies became more frequent and inopportune. She felt herself drifting from fantasizing to considering making it a reality. If Nappa and Raditz hadn’t shown up earlier, she might have tried her hand at shifting their spar to the sexual sor of physical. He was likely more pent up than she was, after all, and she didn’t miss the occasional glances or what she could only define as his brand of flirting while they sparred or conversed. It wasn’t the potential of being turned down that kept her from going for it. Besides caving to her lust for a quick fling conflicting with her attempts to only bed those she felt worthy of her time, it felt sleazy; he was her commander and she didn’t want some petty rift to form between the four of them over her libido deciding to ramp up to higher levels than she had experienced since joining the force. Even more unsettling, she refused to let meaningless sex get misconstrued and used against her for malicious purposes.

Still...if they were careful, no one had to know, and the forbidden lust concept and high stakes did shamefully boost the attractiveness of fooling around with Vegeta. And for all the potential bedmates to choose from, he was the easy choice. Strong, attractive, a sexy growl she wouldn’t mind hearing in her ear, high stamina, a penchant for roughness she guessed…

Nabooru huffed and did a quick scrub of her body, patience with cleaning up properly and relaxing thinned to nothing. She lifted herself out of the tub and flared her ki to dry herself off in a moment. She dug through her supplies and tended to her scrapes and bruises. More than anything she wanted a distraction from her worries about her homeworld. Something more palpable and effective than her thoughts wandering to a railing from the Saiyan prince. She imagined drowning herself in liquor would exacerbate the problem which left sparring, indulging in her fantasies, or sinking to the level of a one night stand with a stranger lurking around. If she played her cards right, perhaps she could get both of the first two options.

She grabbed her spare battle suit and tugged it on, followed by her stockings, boots and gloves. Tying her hair back up and picking up her chest armor, she left her room and trekked down the hall a few doors down. She knocked on the door and, no sooner had her arm returned to her side did the door open, Vegeta standing on the other side. He halted mid-pull on his glove over his fingers and stared, eyebrows knitting together and frown deepening.

“What?” he demanded, tugging the leather over the rest of his palm and down his wrist.

Just that small, innocuous action had her staring for a half second longer at his hand than was socially acceptable. She cleared her throat and rested her hands on her hips, hoping her expression and stance displayed annoyance or impatience with his terse greeting and gruff tone. “Spar with me. I’m bored and need to blow off steam.”

“And what makes you think I want to?” Vegeta’s lips twitched upward and his tail unfurled from his waist. “You’ve hardly rested. How much steam could you really blow off if I put you down in a matter of minutes? It’s not as fun for me when you can’t put up a fight, either.”

Her grip on the strap of her armor tightened, an already fiery temper further exacerbated by Frieza’s message and the plague of her body’s betrayal and clouding her mind with lewd imagery. “What else do you have to do? Surely you didn’t plan to go find the other two.” Her nostrils flared with an agitated huff and she ignored the flicker of rage that flashed through obsidian. “You were probably going to hole up in your room for the next several hours and fiddle with your scouter or take a nap or brood over the next mission.”

Vegeta’s increasingly vexed demeanor, the vicious lashing of his tail behind him, did little to deter her rant. “Or maybe you’re going to sit in here and jerk off because you’re too good for anyone that could possibly take interest in a short, egotistical prince long enough for even a quick fuck is your damn hand or absolutely in--!”

The last syllable of her nonsense passed her lips as a pained hiss as, in that split second, Vegeta gripped her by the arm, yanked her into his room, and slammed her into the wall. She felt plaster crack from the force. “Hilarious coming from you when you’ve admitted to being just as pretentious about who you fuck,” he growled, hands on her shoulders to keep her pinned. He remained at arm’s length, his fingers digging into her shoulder blades with bruising force. His smirk returned. Slow. Predatory. The tip of his tail brushed along the swell of her hip. “Even more hilarious that you were about to call yourself insane. Tch, don’t act so surprised; you’re not very subtle and I’ve smelled arousal on you more than once during our spars.”

She closed her gaping mouth and heat surged into her cheeks. She wanted to challenge the claim, but she learned early on how powerful a Saiyan’s sense of smell was. “That’s hardly fair. How do you know it’s not just our fights themselves that get me excited and not necessarily who I’m fighting?”

One hand released her shoulder in favor of gripping her chin and forcing her gaze down to his. He forced his knee between her thighs, and she bit her bottom lip, proving him right in her lack of subtlety. It took everything in her to keep her composure and not grind her hips on his muscled thigh for even the barest amounts of stimulation. Though she may have kept her body still, she knew her hooded gaze, flushed cheeks, and worried lip betrayed the surge of desirous urgings her mind flooded her with. The stubborn air she attempted to maintain fell flat in light of it.

“We’re not fighting now.” His growl had deepened, and his gaze remained locked with hers. Sharp canines peeked from beneath his lips as his smirk widened. “You’re not fighting against this predicament you’re in, either. Your claims are a little contradictory, wouldn’t you say?”

She exhaled, lips remaining parted a touch. Her thoughts of regaining a semblance of ground in this exchange clashed with her desire to simply give in to whatever he planned to do with her, if anything outside of teasing her to near death was on his agenda. She could only come up with a compromise for both. She lifted the outside leg, sure to graze along his as much as possible and in slow motion, and wrapped it around his waist to pull him closer. A slight arch of her spine, and his gaze flicked straight to her chest and back again. She swallowed a pitiful whimper as the move shifted her hips against his thigh, too.

“Aren’t you just clever?” Nabooru pushed her hips forward to meet his (she silently cursed the cut of his armor and the guard that hung from the front and sides), her own lips curling upward. “But I’d say we’re both on the same page here. Thankfully. I love a good spar, but all in all, I wasn’t exactly in the mood for it, let alone using it to get you to shove me up against the wall like this.”

He snorted, and his hand dropped from her chin. It trailed down her throat, and she instinctively tilted her head back. It lingered there for a moment longer, a hint of pressure applied from his palm forcing her breath to hitch, before it slid down the center of her body. Between her breasts. Along her abdomen. He shifted his knee down just enough to allow room for his hand to slide between her legs. “Would have never guessed through that temper tantrum you threw.”

She tossed her previous reservations out the window and pressed down into his touch, a shaky breath easing past her lips. “So, I’m a little pent up,” she breathed. Her fingers dug into the wall behind her; just to have someone else’s fingers between her thighs, caressing her even through her battle suit, might have satisfied her for another few days. “I’m sure you understand. You obviously have something of a sex drive…”

Another growl rumbled in his chest and he eased the fabric to the side. The leather of his gloves offered a far more pleasing sensation than she expected, grazing along sensitive skin before parting the lips and delving between them. He pressed two fingers briefly against her entrance before sliding them back up, settling against her clitoris. He teased the bundle with slow circles and an intermittent jolt of measured ki that weakened her knees and jerked her hips forward. All the while, his gaze remained on her face, watching her every minute reaction.

One thought plunged through the clouded haze of pleasure dulling her reason: more. By the look on his face, the pleasure he took in torturing her, he would keep this up for hours. While better than spending that time on her own, lying in the unfamiliar hotel bed and searching for any creative way of fantasy she could to get herself with, she had to take advantage of what she had access to now before he could rescind the offer and send her on her way, dripping wet, desperate, and unsatisfied. That meant convincing him he needed her, too. For the moment.

With her unencumbered arm, she reached between their bodies. She shoved the front bit of his armor up and slid her hand beneath it, hand resting against his bulge. The motion of his fingers stuttered to a halt and she saw his jaw tighten. She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked him through his battle suit. For added effect, she released a soft sight and rocked her hips against his hand. In his moment of surprise, she freed herself enough to lean down and flick her tongue over the shell of his ear.

“Do you really want to use your hand for this when you have me right here, Vegeta?”

As she hoped, it was like she flipped a switch. Vegeta released another growl and swatted her hand away, only to grab her waist, pull her from the wall, and shove her forward. Nabooru stumbled a step and fell face first onto the bed. She shifted back and planted her boots on the floor, hinged at the waist over the mattress and backside pushed enticingly outward. He was on her in a second, one hand squeezing her hip while the other likely released his cock from his suit.

A glint of red caught her eye in the moment's reprieve. His scouter. She reached for it, switched it off, and tossed it into a chair in the corner of the room. She had no intention of being particularly noisy in case Nappa or Raditz returned early, but she didn't care to take chances with the scouter next to her head while he plowed her. This endeavor was risky enough for a multitude of reasons. No need to add on to it.

She cast a glance over her shoulder and bit her lip when he slipped his hand from her hip to slide the fabric aside once more. The extra enticement of arching her spine further and pushing her hips out wasn’t needed as the Saiyan had no intention of dragging their meeting out any further. She stifled her gasp by burying her face in her forearm, and her fingers tangled into the too-crisp sheets beneath her. The brief pain when he plunged his full length inside of her subsided quickly, his teasing from before offering more than enough lubrication and her need being more prominent than a concern for being torn asunder. He remained still for the moment, likely to allow them both to adjust to the sudden change in stimulation, and she idly thought that he could probably stay still and she would probably still climax with how desperate she actually was. A shameful revelation when she touted herself as independent and above needing sex regularly. While still mostly true, her delight, her relief with finally having someone to pleasure her besides herself called it into question.

Toes curled in her boots as his hips shifted back from their flush positioning against hers, her worried bottom lip raw and a shudder raced down her spine at the sensation of feeling each inch slide through her until only his tip remained inside. The coarse fur on his tail tickled the bare portion of her thigh as it wound around it, squeezing and slipping into her stocking to caress her inner thigh.

Just when she thought he had snapped out of the trance her taunt placed on him, that he would return to torturing her for his own amusement, Vegeta’s bruising grip returned to her hips and he thrust back into her with a stifled growl, the force shoving her forward and nearly off her feet. For added stability, she planted her free knee on the edge of the mattress, offering a slight shift in the angle of his penetration. She sank her teeth into the leather of her glove at her wrist and moaned, the pace he set brutal and swift, unforgiving and rough. Gold eyes glazed over as the lines between pain and pleasure blurred, a pleasant heat coiling low in her abdomen.

The trail of his touch as it glided from her hip and down the front of her suit bottoms felt like fire, and she pushed her hips up so the tips of his fingers would reach their target quicker. The simplest graze of her clitoris sent a shockwave of pleasure through her, and, as he rubbed the sensitive nub, he once more employed pulses of ki to heighten the sensation.

Between gloved fingertips and the relentless thrust of his cock, Nabooru’s focus wavered from playing it safe to wanting to moan and scream his name at the top of her lungs. She wanted nothing more than to orgasm and feel him topple over the edge after her, and, to her mild surprise, he seemed keen on achieving both. The force of her bite left deep indentations in the sturdy leather, alabaster wet with drool upon release. She tucked her chin and squeezed her eyes shut, murmured, desperate praises of the Saiyan prince dripping from her lips as the heat in her belly coiled tighter and threatened to break.

She chanced a glance over her shoulder, lips pressed tightly together and trapping her mewls in her throat. His hooded gaze lifted from the point of contact, over the swell of her backside and up her spine to meet her lusty stare. A chuckle rumbled in his chest and his smirk returned just as he sent a more potent, constant shock through his fingers. Her eyes grew wide and she just managed to slap her hand over her mouth to muffle her scream. Her legs wobbled beneath her and her whole body arched sharply downward with the force of her climax, each wave stronger than the last.

Vegeta jammed himself fully inside her again amidst her walls tightly clamping around him. A growl ripped from his throat and Nabooru felt him bend over her back, his own body quaking with his climax and his fluids filling her. She moved her hips with his to ride her orgasm out with him, indulging in the slower pace. The sensation of him inside her and the heat that flooded her body. The dull, pleasant ache that already bloomed between her legs. The slight twinge of pain where he held her that preceded bruises in the shape of his fingertips.

Finally, she felt his tail unwind from her thigh and he pulled out of her. As if it was all that kept her upright, she let her body sag to the mattress, her legs squeezing together as another spasm wracked her body. Though quicker and less involved than she preferred, their quick romp accomplished what she needed. Bliss blanked her mind of little more than the prospect of asking for another round and rest. She knew the former would be pushing her luck, however. She could only guess why he had only just now caved along with her, but she imagined this would not be a regular occurrence no matter how much her addled mind wished it could be.

With a soft sigh, she reached back and trailed her fingers along the leg seams of her bottoms, pulling the pliant fabric back up and over her ass. She twisted around onto her back and sat up just as Vegeta tucked himself back into his pants and righted his armor. Another con of their coupling: she hadn't gotten to his toned body bare. They touched each only where necessary. The curse of trying to be quick. As efficient to release as possible.

Nabooru rose to her feet and busied herself with fixing her ponytail, loosened by the rough sex. Arms raised, she paused and her lips twitched in a smile when she caught him watching her, his tail swaying in contentment behind him. When he realized she noticed, he growled and looked away, heading to the corner of the room to retrieve his scouter.

"What are you standing around for?" he snarled, putting his scouter back on. "Get going."

She finished tying her hair up and chuckled. "You sure you don't want a little show or something?" She picked up her abandoned armor and let it hang from her crooked index finger. "I'm rusty, but I bet I can still manage a pretty tantalizing strip tease."

"Go before that tiny brain of yours comes up with any more ridiculous suggestions." He wrapped his tail around his waist again and lowered himself into a nearby chair. He rested his ankle on his knee. "This won't happen again."

Nabooru ignored the twinge of longing that came with his statement; she knew that from the start, didn't she? She went this long without indulging in her desires so she should be set for another three or four years.

She reached out and pressed the button to open the doors. "I'll see you later, then." She fought the urge to glance back at him, cast him a teasing wink, a brush of her hand along her hip, some enticing image for him to stew on, and strode out into the hall and back to her own room.

#fic: recruited #.:not sfw:.#:: nabooru ☀#// vegeta ♅#these dummies #i love how complicated it is for them #this doesn't even touch on why vegeta's like nah this it #no more #can't have that #BUT maybe that will come up in another chapter #or i'll write a little supplemental hc on it #for now enjoy this you heathens ;3

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[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (153/?)

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Continuity Note: This story takes place about 1000 years before 66 years after the events of Dragon Ball Z.

And then there’s these jerks...

[24 December, Age 762. Planet Namek.]

A stiff breeze blew over the azure plains of Namek. The Time Patrol had recruited Luffa from the distant past to hunt down a mysterious enemy who was altering history. She had found them.

They were humanoids with pointy ears, snow-white hair, and ice blue skin. They wore matching costumes of black and red. Towa carried a long spear in her slender hands, while Mira appeared to be the warrior of the pair. With a voice devoid of emotion he threatened to destroy Luffa for daring to oppose them.

Luffa had already taken a beating. Undoing the changes to history had led her to several pitched battles with the Ginyu Force. Her pants were reduced to strips of yellow rags that hung from her waist and boots. Fortunately, her black compression shirt and shorts were much more durable. Since arriving in this strange era, Luffa had found her powers to be a pale shadow of her former glory. Once, she had been the Legendary Super Saiyan, and she would have destroyed the Ginyu Force with a swipe of her golden tail. Now, it had taken everything she had to defeat them one at a time.

She raised her outstretched hand towards Mira, and curled her fingers toward herself, beckoning him to do his worst.

"You acted a bit rashly a moment ago, Mira," Towa said. Usually you ask my permission to attack before you power up. Not that I mind, of course. This Saiyan will make a good test run for you, but I am rather fascinated by how eager you are to fight her."

"He's just smart, that's all," Luffa said. "He knows that I came here to fight, and you two are next on my list."

Mira charged at Luffa and the battle was on. She avoided what she expected was a right punch, only for Mira to grab her by the face with his left hand and drive her into the nearby hillside. She attempted to reverse the grab into an armbar, but he was quick enough to release her before she could lock in a grip. She settled instead for a barrage of punches and kicks. Mira deflected all of these with ease, but Luffa was only testing him at this point. So far, she liked what she was seeing.

"Towa," Mira called out. His voice was louder, but showed no more emotion than before. He spoke like a man reciting passages out of a phone directory, and now he simply raised his voice to be heard. "This is the one who has been interfering with us all along."

"I'd say you're right, Mira," Towa replied from a safe distance. If she was concerned at all about getting hurt during this battle, she didn't show it. It irked Luffa enough that she was tempted to fire a ki blast at her just to make a point, but she didn't want to give Mira any openings. She would deal with Towa in due time, or so she told herself.

"It's a shame, really," Towa said. "We made history a lot more interesting, and then you came along and put everything back to normal again, didn't you? How disappointing. You struck me as somewhat impressive, but all you care to do is maintain the status quo. That's not very adventurous of you, now is it?"

"Is that why you came here?" Luffa asked. "No big plan, just tampering with history for a few laughs?"

Asking that question nearly cost Luffa her head, as Mira fired a large ki blast from his hands that she almost didn't dodge in time. It was like her Galick Gun, but not quite. There was a hint of Saiyan style in Mira's fighting moves, but Luffa wasn't entirely certain what that could mean.

"Oh, I'm here for more than a good time, if that's what you're asking," Towa said. "But speaking of laughs, I did enjoy that part where you switched bodies with Ginyu. Very amusing. You had no idea he could do that, did you?"

"You two were watching us fight the entire time?" Luffa asked. "But none of us sensed your energy. I'm kind of surprised Kakarot and Vegeta aren't rushing over here now to see what I'm up to."

"Your friends will not save you," Mira said in his gloomy monotone. "They have no idea that you're here."

Luffa went low and attempted a kick to sweep Mira off his feet. He avoided her foot, but he failed to account for her tail, which hooked his ankle and flung him over her shoulder. He recovered quickly, but not quickly enough to take back the initiative. Luffa pressed on, hammering away at his defenses with rapid strikes. Mira showed no sign of despair or frustration, but Luffa smiled anyway.

"I've been generating a cloaking field around us ever since we came to this time," Towa explained. "It doesn’t obstruct line-of-sight, but it does prevent outsiders from sensing our energy, so that way we can operate and observe without attracting any unwanted attention. That's why you didn't notice us earlier, or on Earth, when we were conducting experiments before."

"Experiments?" Luffa sneered. "That's what you call it? That purple crap you used on Raditz, and then Vegeta and the others?"

"I have to give you some credit," Towa said. "Because of how well you performed against the Ginyu Force, I decided to try the same spell on Frieza's entire crew. I wouldn't have considered trying it otherwise, not that I expected them to beat you, but it certainly made things more amusing. And it seems like you've gotten a little stronger since then. There's something odd about you. I like that."

Mira suddenly set his jaw and tensed his arms, and a bright green field of energy surrounded him, deflecting Luffa's attacks and forcing her away. As the field subsided, he pushed back on Luffa, fighting harder than he had before.

"Getting serious, Mira?" Luffa asked. "Took you long enough. I thought maybe you two were waiting for Frieza or some other goon to show up and bail you out."

"Hmph," Towa said from the sidelines. "I guess you thought I was bluffing before. You're from Earth, aren't you? What do they call it on Earth? A duck blind? Something hunters use to avoid being noticed by their prey. This whole area has been camouflaged, so they won't sense any of us, no matter how hard you and Mira fight. And we're too far away for them to see or hear us. Well, maybe Namekian frogs could pick us up. They have an uncanny power to sense humidity. Did you know that?"

Luffa hadn’t known this, but it explained how she found them. Captain Ginyu had trapped himself in the body of a frog, and somehow he had noticed Towa and Mira from a great distance away. Perhaps his new amphibian senses had picked up the moisture from their breath. If Luffa hadn’t been watching Ginyu, she might not have discovered them. But she had no intention of admitting that.

"So there won't be anyone else joining us?" Luffa asked.

"No one," Mira said.

"Excellent," Luffa replied.

She ducked Mira's next ki blast and then drove an uppercut into his abdomen. Despite his cold, stoic demeanor, Mira's eyes went wide as the breath was driven out of him.

Luffa used the lull in the action to turn her head and spit on the ground. "Don't get me wrong," she said. "I wasn't waiting for someone to help me, and I wasn't worried about someone else showing up to help you. I just wanted to make sure I could fight freely without causing anymore time anomalies. And if no one sensed that little love tap, Mira, then I guess they won't notice this either..."

She balled up her fists and began to scream. Mira recovered from her punch, but he wasn't in any hurry to renew his offensive. He stood his ground and winced as Luffa's ki aura grew stronger. Towa raised an eyebrow, but nothing more.

"You were so excited to fight me, Mira," Luffa said when she finished. "Let's see how you like me now." With a cheerful growl, she raised her left hand over her chest and flung a ball of green energy at him. Unable to dodge in time, Mira tried to block it, only to be stunned as the ki made contact with his body, like his hands had gripped a live wire. The damage was minor, but it gave Luffa an opening to slip behind him and drive her knuckles into the small of his back. To add insult to injury, she grabbed the length of cloth that hung from his waist and swung him around a few times before tossing him into the ground.

"Mira...!" Towa said under her breath.

"You said you watched everyone," Luffa snarled. "Observed all of the fighting. Didn't you pay attention to how those fights ended?"

She pounced on Mira's chest and knocked him over before he could get up. Then she began punching his head as hard as she could. Her hands glowed a furious crimson as she charged them with enough ki to make every blow as painful as possible.

"They ended with my enemies whimpering with fear!" Luffa shouted. "With me slaughtering them like livestock! And you call yourselves the hunters? Not anymore, Mira. Now you're just another victim."

At last, she hit him hard enough to draw blood. It was purple.

"Enough!" Towa gasped as she raised her spear. Luffa caught this motion out of the corner of her eye, and leaped clear of Mira to defend herself.

"So, you finally got bored with watching, Towa?" Luffa asked with a grin. "You're welcome to join us whenever you like. Mira could use a hand, couldn't you, Mira?"

With a horrid look in her eyes, Luffa glared at Towa as she licked Mira's blood off her knuckles.

"You have no idea who it is you're dealing with," Towa insisted. She was almost beginning to look worried. "Mira has defeated far greater warriors than you, little girl. Let me show you..."

The spear began to glow, and Luffa expected an attack, but instead it was Mira who was affected, as he suddenly glowed with a dark red aura, much like the one he had displayed before the fight began. He rose to his feet, and stared at Luffa with a renewed sense of purpose.

"Your fate is sealed," he said, his gloomy voice cutting through the rushing pulse of his ki aura.

"You can make him stronger?" Luffa asked Towa. "Hah! You should have done that in the first place! Do I have to kill him before you'll take me seriously?"

"I had been conserving that energy for other applications," Towa said. Now that Mira was back in the game, Towa had regained her former composure. "But I won't just stand by and let you damage my masterpiece."

Mira wasted no time. As he rushed towards Luffa, she noticed that his wounds had even been healed. Curious, she backed away, retreating into the sky and keeping her distance.

"You two make a hell of team," Luffa taunted. "Mira does the fighting and Towa handles support. Does she fight at all? I was looking forward to seeing what she could do after I kill you, Mira, but I'm starting to think she might not last very long."

Mira didn't answer. Instead, he increased his speed, and suddenly appeared less than a meter away from Luffa, then caught her with a roundhouse kick to her ribs. Before she could fall, he caught hold of her wrist, then wrapped his arms around her and dove head-first to the ground. Just as they reached the surface, Mira released Luffa and jumped clear, leaving her to suffer the impact alone.

"N-not bad..." Luffa muttered as she slowly rose up from the ground. But before she could get to her feet, Mira fired a wide ki blast over the crater she had made. For several long seconds, there was no sign of Luffa from within the intense purple light of Mira's attack. When he ceased fire, she was still alive, but had dropped to one knee, her head tucked behind her forearms in a desperate attempt to defend herself. The burns and scrapes on her skin proved that she had only barely managed to survive.

Mira attacked again, zipping around Luffa with blinding speed, and finally stopping to deliver an elbow strike to the back of her neck. She collapsed, only for Mira to grab her by the collar of her compression shirt and toss her high into the air. He crouched and widened his stance, then held his hands together on his right flank. As he charged his energy again, he spoke.

"Ka...! Me...! Ha...! Me...!"

"Wonderful, Mira," Towa said with a chuckle. "You really do know how to put on a show."

"...Ha!" Mira finished, and he extended his hands, wrist-to-wrist, and fired a burst of blue light directly towards the falling Luffa. The beam caught her in mid-air, breaking her fall and shoving her further into the sky. And further...

And then she stopped.

"What--?" was Mira's only reaction. And then he began to feel something pushing back.

"That... that can't be right," Towa said. "She couldn't be strong enough to handle that attack, especially not after the beating she just took...!"

And then the Namekian skies echoed with raucous laughter.

"Mira! Finish it now!" Towa said. "This is no time to be playing around."

"I'm not 'playing'," Mira said. His expression was as blank as ever, but the strain in his voice was unmistakable. He was doing everything in his power to kill Luffa. It just wasn't enough. And then, finally, his Kamehama Wave deflected at a near right angle. The beam continued on into the sky, leaving only the one who had deflected it.

Luffa dropped to the ground and smiled triumphantly. The yellow rags had all been burned away, and even her black shorts and shirt were beginning to show signs of wear. Her hands were trembling, and her eyes were wide with wild, desperate emotions. But she was still alive, and eager to continue fighting.

"Come on!" she shouted, pointing at her face.

"You've gone mad with terror, then," Mira said. "Very well."

He rushed Luffa again and struck her in the jawline. Luffa absorbed the blow, and responded with a punch of her own. Mira stayed on his feet, but the impact staggered him.

"That's not all you've got, you bastard!" Luffa snarled. "Again!"

"Mira, watch out--" Towa warned, but Mira took the bait. He tried a kick this time, and Luffa winced and gritted her teeth when his boot hit her ribs, but she recovered and fired back with a kick of her own, which landed squarely on Mira's right thigh. He shuddered as his quadricep began to spasm from the impact.

"You used to be a lot stronger than this," Luffa said. "I can read it in your fighting style. You're accustomed to fighting on a higher level than where we are now. But you can't attain that level anymore. You might get back there eventually, but you've got a long way to go."

"I have all the power I require to destroy you," Mira insisted.

Luffa laughed and held her hands behind her back. "You don't have anything," she said as she held up her chin, daring him to take another free shot. Her wide eyes glared at him as she waited for him to answer. "You've got skill, Mira, and you know how to handle all that power, but you've got no spirit, and that's why you'll never win against me."

"You're bluffing," Mira said evenly. "If you think your feeble threats can intimidate me, then you are a fool. I will end this here and now."

"Maybe you're right, Mira," Luffa said. "I honestly don't know myself, and that's what makes it so exciting. But I feel very sure of myself right now. Like the next punch you land is going to push me over the edge. So how about it? What do you feel?"

She held her ground, waiting for Mira to make the next move. For a moment, he hesitated, but only for a moment. "It's over," he said. "Don't worry. I'll use your energy well."

Then he drew back his right arm and prepared to strike, until--

"Hold on, Mira!" Towa called out. He stopped immediately, and waited for her next command.

"Looks like someone's not ready to find out if I was bluffing," Luffa said. "Too bad."

"Oh, don't flatter yourself," Towa said. "I only wanted to ask you a few questions before Mira kills you."

She approached the two of them and stood beside Mira, who seemed mildly annoyed at being ordered to stand down. Towa looked very calm, but Luffa couldn't help but notice how she held the spear in her hands, rolling it anxiously in her slender fingers.

"Who's supporting you?" Towa asked. "Who's backing you up? It's not as if you could have done this on your own."

"Why not?" Luffa said with a grin.

"Don't play dumb with me," Towa said. "You traveled through time, came to this planet, just to fight us? It doesn't make any sense. Someone put you up to this. I'd like to know who."

Luffa's only reply was the sadistic grin on her face.

"I see... So it's the silent treatment, huh? No matter." She gestured to Mira. "Let's leave her for now, Mira."

Mira crossed his arms indignantly, though his blank expression remained unchanged.

"You don't mind, do you?" Towa asked him. "As she is, she's nothing right now. I could extract her energy, but it wouldn't amount to much. But maybe things will be different... later."

Mira harrumphed in reply.

"Well, let's move on to the next era," Towa said.

"What makes you think you can just walk away?" Luffa asked.

The two of them turned their backs to Luffa, and Towa glanced over her shoulder and laughed quietly. "I'll let you live for now... little girl. But if you decide to get in our way again... I'll have you erased."

"Why wait?" Luffa asked, but before she could do anything, Towa and Mira vanished. She couldn't sense them anywhere. For a moment, Luffa considered that they might be hiding again, using the "duck blind" that Towa had spoken of. How long would it take to search the planet? Were they even still on the planet to be found?

Before she could weigh her options, the world around her began to fade into a swirl of colorful light. Luffa had experienced this before. The Time Patrol was bringing her back from the past. For now, her mission was over.

NEXT: The Time Breakers.

#dragon ball #fanfiction #lssjluffafic #luffa #towa #mira #namek

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kunderdogs · 5 years

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Monsta X / Curvy S/O Wearing A Body-Con Dress

So, I’m still big mad that I lost 800+ words of this reaction the first time around and I forgot wtf I put for them so let’s try this again ;-; S/O to the anon who requested this. Idk what kind of revealing dress you were thinking of so I went with this and other similar dresses.

I kinda snapped on Kihyun’s lmao got a lil carried away so it’s lengthy - sorry!

Remember this is just my opinion about how the boys would react and all in good fun.

Shownu: Heart eyes af. Proud boyfriend right here!! He’s quiet but that smile that lights up his face will not leave any time soon. Nunu’s got BDE (I can’t believe I typed this) so he’s going to show you off to the world. The type to take your IG pics for you and hit all the right angles. Gonna have you walk in front of him all night just so he can watch your hips swing from walking in heels. He’s comfortable in your relationship so he’s indifferent to the stares you get since you’re on his arm. Also, he’s not one to feel like he owns you in anyway so he’s not going to tell you to change. Definitely an ass/hips man so expect his big hands gripping you or pulling you into him. He’s going to want to dance the entire time you’re out, mainly so he can have your body grind against his. Totally fine with people looking, but talking to you is a different story and will 100% stand behind you, glaring at whoever had the balls to try to speak to you. Other than that, he’s extremely touchy when you dress up like this so expect a lot of affection, even if you’re in public because “Who told you to be so damn sexy?”

Wonho: Immediately groaning and complaining about how hot you look. “Whyyyyyy are you so hot? Let��s stay home baby~ Please?” 11/10 going to try and convince you to stay in tonight. Will whine and follow you around as you finish getting ready. Clingy AF!! Like more so than usual too (which is hard to do but this is Hoseok we’re talking about here). Big baby boy mood comes out and he’s whining about how he can’t possibly focus on the dinner reservations with you looking like that. Once you manage to drag him out, he’s going to keep touching you - hips, waist, arms wrapped around your shoulders, holding your hands. When you’re sitting, you can bet your left foot that his hands are gripping your thighs, unintentionally teasing you but when you touch him back - ohhhh boy. He’s giving you puppy eyes now and whispering in your ear, “Can we leave now? I’ve done what you ask, I think I deserve a reward.”

Minhyuk: Sunshine has left the building. Wide eyes, jaw dropped when he got to your place and you walked down the stairs like it was your own personal runway. Pride is filling up his chest as well as admiration. He loves you for you but your body was definitely a plus and he worshiped the ground you walked on but he wasn’t sure if he could handle you looking that sexy all night. In about two seconds, he comes to the conclusion that no, his heart cannot handle that stress and tells you to take your fine ass back upstairs and put on something with more cloth. “I can’t- Nope, I’m not gonna be hurting like this and not be able to touch you. You’ve got to change, for my mental sanity.” Compliments you and the dress but lets you know he won’t be able to focus on anything if your dress is that tight/short on you. Grips his heart dramatically as you walk back up the stairs “Gah damn, why must you hurt me like this baby?” Realizes you’re going to change and then runs up after you cause as much as he likes the dress on you, he will not miss the opportunity to see it come off ;) As much as you try to keep his hands off you while undressing, it doesn’t work and now you’re the last ones to the venue, cheeks flushed and lips swollen with the maknaes giggling as you fix your hair.

(oof this gif is powerful)

Kihyun: Yeah hell no. He’s buttoning up the cuffs of his suit as he walks in the bathroom and sees you all dressed up, putting on your jewelry. The way the diamonds he bought you on your third anniversary sat delicately on your chest made his mouth dry. Totally forgets what he had to ask you so he takes in the view as you lean over the counter top to put in your earrings. His eyes are dark and narrowed, head tilting to the side while his face is unreadable. When you’re done, you twirl around to ask his opinion but he’ll step towards you just like a predator would its prey. “Change.” and that’s all he’ll say, unblinking, looking you up and down. “Ki, I bought this dress for this award show. Do you not like it?” Honestly, he liked it way too much and that mean other people would like it too and nope he was having none of that shit on his watch. If you really refused to change, he’ll say some hurtful things, he’s got a sharp tongue and doesn’t realize the shit he says sounds bad until later on. “Who are you dressing up for cause it sure as hell doesn’t look like it’s for me.” You’ll have to ignore him because he’s just being petty but if you give in and say “I dress up for my damn self!” or anything sassy, his dom side will not allow it. He’ll probably try to start a fight just to stay home but it’s because he’s a bit insecure since you look so good, someone better looking or more talented was bound to catch your attention. In his mind, there was no way you could be this perfect and be with him. Will be fuming the entire award show, tense hand holding, jaw tight and lot of eyebrow raises instead of answering your comments or questions (angry KiKi sounds so hot) Later in the night he’ll realize he’s being a dick and apologize but he’ll sulk until you give him kisses and forgive him.

Hyungwon: At first, he’s just smirking like a cocky little shit. Rubbing his chin and biting his lip. He’ll make you walk back and forth just to stare at your ass. “Oh, you’re fine fine. Okay.” He’s going to vocally compliment you up and down. Licking his lips, rubbing his hands together (very fuckboy-esque) but my boy is seeing only hearts okay, he’s smitten! In my personal experience, skinny/lanky guys are the ones who looove thick/curvy girls the most and he’s no different. Doesn’t know what to do with himself except make comments while he’s following you around the house. “Baby, if you keep looking like a damn snack, I’ll have no choice but you eat like one.” And you’re like, “Damn it, stop being so horny, we’re going to your CEO’s birthday dinner.” Once he remembers that you’re indeed going out dressed like that, he switches very quickly. Silently, he’ll grab one of his big jackets and toss it at you, telling you to put it on otherwise he’ll go crazy all night if he has to see other guys staring at your ass. You do so, hiding your smirk when you think back to that one time Minhyuk had openly stared at you when you wore really tight jeans because Hyungwon almost lost his shit and it was kind of funny to see him so riled up. Very, very possessive and if you don’t pay him much attention that night, his attitude will jump out and he’ll definitely be rough with you later on - hands gripping your waist to get your attention, face grabbing to make you look at him in the eye. we love a confident zaddy whoops Will not let you out of his sight. You won’t even get 5 feet away from him without him following closely behind you & his eyes would stay mostly on how your hips swing back and forth. He does not last long so he’ll drag you to an empty room or even restroom so you can help him out.

(we need to talk more about flully/curly haired Hyungwon ok we were so so blessed)

Jooheon: Once he sees what you’re wearing to the company New Years party, it’s a mOTHAFUCKIN WRAP. He’s going to appreciate your figure with narrowed eyes and a smirk. He knows you got a nice body but didn’t know you had a dress that tight in your closet and wonders why you haven’t whipped that out for him sooner. Thinks you’re dressing up for him so he sees it as his own little present. Definitely going to suggest staying home and nearly has you wrapped around his waist, back smashed against the door to your apartment when he hears his phone ringing in his pocket. You break the kiss but he’s unbothered and attacks your neck with biting kisses as you try to get in his pocket. “Ooh are we skipping the foreplay tonight?” and you roll your eyes like “Boy, do you not hear your phone? We have to go to the dinner, honey.” He groans into your neck, pressing your body into the wood again. “Ignore it. I’m tryna have my dessert right now.” Somehow, you managed to get him to the party but he’s going to give you bedroom eyes the entire time you’re out. Outwardly, he can compose himself to not act as horny as he was feeling so his touches will linger but they’ll be appropriate. If someone was flirting with you though, he will definitely put his hand on the small of your back, basically your ass. “Let’s go home, baby.”

I.M: “Babe have you seen my -...Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” My fav switch will enter dom mode pretty quickly upon seeing his s/o in such a tight, figure hugging dress. He’s a fan (a very big fan) of curves and ass in general. You don’t normally wear things like this, choosing leggings or hoddies over anything else. Changkyun would be biting his lip, watching you finish putting stuff in your hand bag and checking your makeup in the mirror but as you tell him, it was your friends bday and she wanted to go club hopping, he’s gonna go in the closet and get ready himself. When you ask wtf he’s doing since it’s technically a girls night, he’ll dead ass just stare at you blankly and say, “If you think I’m gonna let you out of my sight, looking like the goddess you are,” he pulled his button up on, snapping the buttons in place, “You’re dead wrong, love.” Yeah he’s just a bit possessive. Will hang on you all night, most the time is spent in his lap though and his tongue just can’t seem to stay in his mouth. It’s licking your neck, biting his own lips, licking them too. By the middle of the night, he’s tired of not having you beneath him so when you grind on him a little too good, he’s standing up and telling your friends good night, dragging you behind him and out the door.

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saywhatjessie · 4 years

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Written for Kathleen for the History Huh? Holiday Exchange! 1.8k (Ao3)

“Yes, Alex, of course I’ve heard Mariah Carrey’s ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’.” Henry said, rolling his eyes and tapping at Alex’s leg where it was propped next to him. “I am gay, you know.”

“And thank God for that.” Alex said, rubbing a hand up over Henry’s hair. “But how am I supposed to know which pieces of American culture you’ve experienced? You didn’t know about ‘Get Low’! I don’t trust any of the education provided to you by that snotty English prep school.”

Henry laughed, softly. “Ah, yes: forget the European history and international policy I was educated in. If there’s no American pop music on the syllabus, the whole system’s a crock.”

“You get it,” Alex said, nodding solemnly. His face only broke when Henry snorted.

“I don’t think most Christmas music is strictly American, though.” Henry argued. “I’d say it’s such a specific genre it’s mostly universally shared.”

Alex grinned. “Let’s test that.”

He lifted his pelvis so he could reach his phone that was tucked into his back pocket and caused Henry to whine at him, disgruntled by Alex’s squirming.

They were huddled together on the couch in Alex’s room in the White House, their New York brownstone not yet ready for them. Alex was sitting sideways on the couch, back against the armrest. One of his legs was extended down the couch to make room for Henry who was laying on his side between Alex and the back of the couch, but mostly on top of Alex. Alex kept one socked foot pressed into the cushions to keep them from toppling off the couch onto the floor.

As twined together as they were, Alex reaching for his phone definitely disturbed Henry’s whole body.

“Oh, shut up,” Alex told him. “We’re doing science.”

He got his phone in front of him, petting over Henry’s head again to apologize for the disruption, and pulled up Spotify.

“Consider this your official Christmas education.”

Henry snorted again, resting his head against Alex’s chest. “I wouldn’t say this is–”

“And you’re shutting up again.” Alex said, pressing play and resting the phone on his knee. “We’re listening now.”

Out of Alex’s phone speaker came some high melodic bell sounds followed immediately by a female singer doing a vocal run of ‘Oh yeah!’

Henry hummed. “Britney Spears.”

Alex looked down at the top of his head. “You know this one?”

“No,” Henry admitted in a grumble. “But any queer worth their salt knows Britney when they hear her.”

Alex chuckled. That was valid.

The song got to the chorus and Alex couldn’t help but mouth along to the lyrics.

Santa, can you hear me?

I have been so good this year.

And all I want is one thing:

tell me my true love is near!

He’s all I want, just for me,

underneath my Christmas tree.

I’ll be waiting here.

Santa, that’s my only wish this year.

Henry rumbled a soft laugh, burying his face in Alex’s sweatshirt. “Love, that is incredibly sappy.”

Alex swatted him, lightly. “Leave Britney Alone.”

Henry laughed again, grinding his forehead into Alex’s sternum and Alex just grinned, bringing his hand up to rest in Henry’s hair.

When that song ended, a new one started.

“Fuck yes,” Alex said, with feeling. “Keeping it in the 90’s.”

“Dear, you were just barely alive in the 90’s.”

“Shhhh!” Alex shushed him. “*NSYNC is singing!”

Henry was right: Alex was born in 1998 and, therefore, most of these songs were just a little bit before his time. But he did have an older sister.

“I do, actually, know this one,” Henry said, humming along to the chorus. Though why he didn’t sing the lyrics, Alex didn’t know. It was literally just ‘Merry Christmas’ over and over again.

“I’m shocked that it’s a boy band that makes its way across the pond to you,” Alex said.

Henry rolled his eyes. “I had an older sister of the nineties as well, Alex.”

Alex got bored of the song halfway through (it really was repetitive) and picked up his phone to find a new song.

Most of the songs Spotify had picked for them were in the same vein: 90’s and early 2000’s stars singing poppy Christmas songs. But a little bit of scrolling found him something truly incredible.

“It’s Christmas in Hollywood,

Santa’s back up in the hood,

so meet me under the mistletoe,

let’s fu-u-uck”

Henry burst out laughing, his convulsions almost enough to shove Alex to the floor. “What is that?”

“Hollywood Undead!” Alex answered, merrily. “They’re not good and this song is actually terrible but it kind of slaps?”

Henry could barely hear any of the lyrics over his laughing but he did manage the jolly voice of Santa on the track saying “If you guide my sleigh I’ll let you fuck my wife.” And that just sent him into a whole new bout of hysterics.

“We should play this at our holiday dinner,” Alex suggested, as the song faded out.

“Oh, yes,” Henry said, choking on a couple late chuckles. “This is the best representation of sharing between our cultures I can imagine.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking, too,” Alex answered, a stray giggle betraying him.

They managed to laugh through the next song which was someone’s cover of “Santa Baby” but it wasn’t Eartha Kitt so Alex didn’t think it was any real loss.

It wasn’t until a certain guitar riff that Henry shushed him. “Quiet, darling, Darren Criss is singing.”

Alex groaned, dropping his head back against the armrest. “God, you and that guy.”

Henry shushed him again.

Alex rolled his eyes and picked up his phone to look at the song title. “Extraordinary Merry Christmas” from the Glee soundtrack.

And, yes, there was Lea Michele’s voice harmonizing now.

Alex understood, obscurely, the appeal of Glee. The music. The drama. The beautiful people. June had been obsessed with it in the early days and he’d seen a few episodes but he could never really get into it.

Henry, though, was a card carrying Gleek. Which was absolutely absurd but also, weirdly, totally expected. He was totally the type to eat that corny shit up.

Also, he was obsessed with Darren Criss, who played Kurt’s boyfriend Blaine on Glee.

“I guess this song, is kind of alright,” Alex admitted.

Henry turned wild eyes on him. “Do you not hear him? He’s incredible.”

Alex rolled his eyes again. “He’s not even the real Harry Potter,” Alex grumbled.

Henry shushed him.

When the song was over, Alex pulled the phone up and tapped out another search.

He made Henry get up before he hit play.

Henry groaned. “Why.”

“Because we’re going to dance like the worst and most terribly cheesy couple in the entire world,” Alex answered, promptly. “And I get to be Blaine.”

“Wha–” Henry started but then Alex hit play and the opening notes for the Glee version of ‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’ started.

Henry’s eyes lit up but he frowned. “Let me be Blaine, my voice is deeper than yours.”

“Too late!” Alex said because it was Henry’s cue.

“I really can’t stay,” Henry sang falsetto and completely off-pitch.

Alex tried not to laugh over his line. “But Baby, it’s cold outside.”

“I’ve got to go ‘way.”

“But baby it’s cold outside!”

They swayed in a circle, arms around each other, trading lines and trying not to laugh at Henry’s absolutely horrendous attempt at falsetto. Alex didn’t know all the words and Henry’s voice kept cracking but they got through the whole song with minimal trouble.

They were laughing to themselves by the end, Henry ducking his head to bring Alex into a long kiss. Alex hummed into it.

The phone kept playing another Christmas song of another slow-ish tempo so they kept dancing, not wanting to stop now they’ve started.

Henry pulled away, resting his forehead on Alex’s. “Why did you get to be Blaine?”

Alex laughed. “Because he’s your favorite. And I wanted to be your favorite.”

Henry kissed him again, humming. “It’s not just because you wanted the boy part?”

“The point of that version is that they’re both the boy part.”

Henry smiled a small smile and leaned down to kiss him again.

They stayed kissing for the rest of the song, and then the opening notes for “Baby It’s Cold Outside” started again, this time the Zooey Deschanell version.

Henry pulled away again. “You know when Kurt and Blaine sang ‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’ on Glee…” Henry started, licking his lips. “That was the first scene of television I’d ever seen that had a positive and sweetly romantic portrayal of two men.”

Alex pulled his head back a little bit to look at him. “Really?”

Henry nodded. “Every other gay thing on television was always very sexual. Or completely neutered. I was a 13-year old kid having innocent crushes on boys but there was nothing on tv that looked like what I was feeling. Not until that scene.”

Alex grinned, leaning up to plant a kiss on Henry’s jaw. “That’s adorable.”

Henry growled a little in his throat, but turned his head so it was easier for Alex to kiss him.

Alex kissed him on the mouth, pulling away with a smile. “Weird, though, that the song is about date rape.”

Alex grinned wider as he watched Henry’s whole face turn red.

“You have to take the song in context!” Henry hissed. They stopped dancing. “In the 1940’s, it was inappropriate for a woman to be at a man’s house very late without a chaperone! You have to listen to the song with the context of a society in which women are expected to reject men’s advances whether they actually want to or not, and therefore it’s normal and expected for a lady’s gentleman companion to pressure her despite her protests, because he knows she would have to say that whether or not she meant it, and if she really wants to stay she won’t be able to justify doing so unless he offers her an excuse.” Henry was breathing heavily. “The song’s a game of cat and mouse! She even says ‘At least I’m gonna say that I tried’ like she really wants to stay but she knows what people will say if she does.” Henry was sporting the angry eyebrows now and Alex was delighted. “It is disrespectful and historically inaccurate to reduce the song in that way.”

Alex reached up to rub his thumb against the crease of Henry’s eyebrows. “You enormous nerd.”

Alex leaned up and kissed the pout on Henry’s mouth. Henry held firm in his rage for a count of two before he melted and kissed Alex back.

They kissed all through Christina Aguilera’s rendition of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”.

#Oops I wrote a thing #Red White & Royal Blue #Red White and Royal Blue #rwrb #rwarb #Firstprince #first prince #I also made the graphic lol

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therake-1996-blog · 6 years

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Revelation Ch. 10

Chapter 10- Babysitting

Aveline POV

When I open my eyes, I’m immediately confused. I expected to be put back in the cold and hard arms that I’m used to, but I’m still in the warm, soft arms of an unknown person, and I don’t like it. I look up and see a kind, gentle face looking down at me. The man holding me has chocolate brown eyes and medium brown hair that flops in his eyes, a loose red tie looping around his neck.

That looks fun to tug on.

But my main concern is why I’m not in mama’s arms like I was before.

“She’s awake,” The man holding me says, his voice soothing. I know his name. I know I do. Give me a minute…

“She’s just staring at you, Karno. That’s kinda creepy.” Someone else says.

Ah, Karno! That’s right. Why are you holding me? Where’s mama and dada?

I stretch my arms, legs and back, opening my mouth for a big yawn before I look around for the ponytail of dada or the long hair of mama. But all I see is strange yet familiar men surrounding me. Mama showed me who these people were when I was still a part of her, but their name to face memory is a little blurry.

I look up to Karno and tap his face, silently asking where my parents are.

“Oh, hi, little one,” He says with a smile. “What’s the matter?”

“I think she’s looking for Zig and Eden,” A man with black hair says.

“Oh.” A look of understanding crosses Karno’s face, and he gently pats me. “Your mommy and daddy went out for a little bit, so we’re watching you until they get back.”

What?!

You mean to tell me, mama and dada left me? Alone? I feel my eyes widen in my head with this news, and a feeling of immense sadness comes over me.

No, no, no! That’s not fair! Mamas and dadas aren’t supposed to leave their babies! That’s not how that works! They’re supposed to stay with me!

Something I can’t describe begins washing over me, making my eyes sting and blur. I feel my face screw up and my lips begin trembling.

“Uh-oh,” I hear a childish-sounding man gasp.

“Ditto.” Someone else groans.

The emotions I feel well inside my tiny body and congeal into one bubble, one thought in my head, and that is:

I WANT MY MOMMY AND DADDY!

I begin screaming, flailing around in Karno’s arms as huge tears roll down my cheeks.

“Oh my gods, shut that kid up!”

“Don’t be so callous, Scorpio,” Karno says over my wailing, hoisting me over his shoulder. “She’s upset.”

“Okay, okay, let’s try distracting her! Maybe a bottle will help!” I hear the bubbly man say.

Distract me? A bottle? Do they think I’m a normal baby? I know what you’re saying, you buffoons!

“Well, it’s as good a place as any to start,” Karno says. I wail louder, expressing my displeasure, but he just bounces me and makes shushing sounds.

“Okay, what did Ziggy say about her food? A blood and Moon Milk mix? Dui, is that right?”

“Yeah, I think so, Ichthys.”

The gods named Dui and Ichthys work to make the useless concoction, snapping their fingers a couple times, but I can’t see what they’re doing for Karno having me over his shoulder.

“Uh…so, how much?” Ichthys asks.

“Hm. Maybe half and half?” Karno guesses.

What? No, not half and half! The blood needs to come to the tenth line, and the milk needs to fill the rest, or else I won’t drink it! I mean, I don’t even want it, but come on, at least make it correctly!

I hear the slushing sounds of the formula being shaken, and Karno moves to lay me in his arms. I’m still screaming.

When Dui hands him the bottle, I see that the cap is blue instead of yellow, and I become even more irate. That’s not the right bottle! It’s the wrong shape!

Okay, now I’m just mad.

“Weh!” I smack the bottle from Karno’s hand when he tries to offer it to me. It goes flying across the room and slams into the wall, pinkish red splattering onto golden yellow.

“Oookay, that wasn’t it,” He sighs.

“How about a pacifier?” A man with silver hair suggests.

A what now? Did he say pacifier? I AM NOT A NORMAL BABY!!

“NEH!” I grunt.

“Try it, Krioff.” Karno says. The god called Krioff snaps his fingers, making something weird shaped with a nipple like a bottle on the end appear, and he presses it to my lips.

No! I don’t want it!

I open my mouth and rip the nipple off, spitting it out and smacking the pink plastic piece out of Krioff’s fingers.

“Ouch! That kid hits hard!” He says, his eyes widening in surprise.

“Any other ideas?” Karno asks as he bounces me.

And boy do they come up with ideas.

I ignore Ichthys when he makes toys and tries to play with me, or when he makes funny faces at me. I thrash around and kick their hands away when they try to change my diaper—only mama can change my diaper!—and I throw the rattle across the room, knocking Dui in the head, when Ichthys offers it to me.

“What are we gonna do?” Ichthys moans. “She’s gonna explode if she doesn’t stop crying!”

“What is all this screaming about?” A new voice, smooth yet irritated somehow manages to enter my ears through my own yelling, and I open my eyes to see a man with honey brown hair come into the room. I don’t stop screaming.

“It’s Aveline,” Scorpio sighs, rubbing his temples. “She won’t stop crying.”

“She just wants her mom and dad,” Karno repeats for the millionth time.

“Well they’re not here, are they?” Scorpio snaps.

“You can’t get her to be quiet?” The new man asks dully, as if this bores him.

“No,” Ichthys whines. “We’ve tried eeeeeeverything!”

“Literally.” Dui agrees.

“Hm.”

The man walks up to Karno and I, looking down at me, at my reddened face, a look of disgust taking his pretty features. His eyes are a lovely shade of amber, and there’s a longer chunk of hair on the left side of his face that I’ve love to pull. He narrows his eyes.

“Knock it off.” His says. His voice is cold, each word precise, not one word unnecessary. “You’re just being a brat and you know it.”

Immediately, I stop screaming, my eyes widening at his words.

“Leon!” Karno cries, his voice going high in shock.

“Have I finally gone deaf?” Scorpio mutters.

“If you have, so have I.” Krioff replies in the same tone.

The man called Leon and I just stare at each other. He…called me a brat. He called me a mean name. And I know this is the man that dada doesn’t like, that this wouldn’t fly if he were here.

The gods watch me, waiting to see if I start crying again, but I just narrow my eyes at Leon, tilting my head at him. He didn’t try to give me what I wanted, or try to soothe me. He knew I was mad and was acting up, and had no tolerance for it.

Interesting.

Slowly, with a few stray tears still rolling down my puffy face, I lift my chin and sniff at the air around him. His scent is pleasant, a mix of cloves, cinnamon, and spice—but there’s another, softer scent, a gentler undertone, indescribable, yet somehow sweet.

Once his scent registers with me, something inside my mind clicks, and my lips tingle, the instinct to bite awakening, even though I’m not thirsty. I lift a hand and place it on Karno’s jaw, tapping it a few times, and reach my other hand out to Leon, opening and closing it.

“Neh,” I say. “Meh? Eh, oohm ba.”

I know they can’t understand me, but I’m saying that I want to go to him. Surely he’ll be able to tell by my actions.

However, he raises his eyebrows.

“What?”

Karno chuckles tiredly.

“I think she wants you, Leo.”

“Um, I don’t think so. I don’t need her drooling all over me.”

“She doesn’t really drool, Leon. And she’s highly aware, so I’d avoid—”

“I know she’s aware, Karno.”

Karno sighs.

“Well, now that she’s finally gone quiet, I think I’ll head on back to my room. She interrupted my rest.”

What? No! He can’t leave, too! First mama and dada, now him? No!

“MA!”

I wail, thrashing around in Karno’s arms. He has to use both arms to restrain me. Leon looks over his shoulder back to me, his eyes narrowed.

“Oh-ho? Is this how we’re gonna play?”

He lifts a foot to take another step.

“MA! MAAAAAAAAA!”

“Leo, don’t tease her like this, please,” Karno implores as I flail wildly in his arms. Dui comes to his side in case he loses hold of me. Leon brings his sharp gaze to the god holding me, and the corner of his mouth turns up.

“She thinks me a toy.”

“How the turn tables.” Ichthys says. Scorpio smacks him upside the head.

“She does not think of you as a toy, Leon, she just likes you. Stay, just until Zyglavis and Eden come back, please?”

Leon looks to me, then saunters over, leaning down to look me in the eye.

“You. If I don’t stay, you’ll start screaming again, won’t you?”

I lock eyes with him and smile, slowly and deliberately, then reach up a hand and grab that piece of hair I’d been wanting since I saw it. Then I nod.

“Ugh. Fine. But I’m not holding you, got it? I don’t need spit up on me.”

“She hasn’t even eaten!”

“Just hush and sit down. I’m tired.”

…

It’s displeasing that Leon refuses to hold me, but at least he shakes a stuffed lion around while Karno holds me up. I reach forward and grab at the lion’s paws, brushing my hands against Leon’s fingers in the process.

“Meh!”

I grab onto his fingers, my entire hand holding tightly onto his index and middle fingers, and with my other hand, I reach out and grip his jacket, intent on just pulling myself onto his lap.

“Hold on there, kid,” Karno says with a laugh. “You’re a little small to be doing that right now, don’t you think?”

“She’s finally being quiet,” Scorpio groans. “Let her ride a motorcycle if she wants.”

“I wonder why she’s taken such a shine to you, Leon,” Dui ponders as he lounges on the couch across from us, his feet resting on Ichthys’ lap. Ichthys is passed out, his head slumped back. Krioff left once I quieted.

“I have that affect even on babies,” Leon says with a grin as he pries my hand from his jacket. “I mean, it’s me we’re talking about after all. How could she not like me?”

Well, I see why dada doesn’t like him. He seems arrogant. But I can see something else beneath the surface. There’s something in his eyes, something I can…smell in him. It goes beyond just the call of his blood, goes to the very center of him. It’s like I can smell his soul. Pure, loving, loyal, kind…I sense all these positive things from this man. Plus something else. Something I don’t really understand. I want to bite him, but not because I’m thirsty; I want to establish a marker with him, like I did mama, dada, and gramma.

I wonder if he’ll let me.

“Mm-beh.” I mumble, reaching out again for him.

“Though I gotta admit, she is kinda cute. She must get that from her mother.”

And then the door flies open, slamming into the wall.

Suddenly I’m lifted up into cold, hard arms, pressed tightly against a familiar chest. Purplish black hair falls into my face.

Dada!

I squeal happily, nuzzling my head into his neck.

“You couldn’t even say hello to everyone first?”

Mama!

I lean around dada and smile at her.

“I don’t care about everyone else,” Dada says as he cradles me in his arms. “Oh, Aveline, you look like you’ve been crying.” He lifts a gloved finger and gingerly strokes under my eye, then glares at the gods who took care of me. “What did you do to her?”

“Now, I’m sure they didn’t do anything,” Mama says, coming up next to us and patting dada’s arm.

“Aveline cried a lot while you were gone,” Karno tells them. “She missed you, that’s all.”

“Yeah, and she only stopped when Leon showed up.” Dui adds, jutting a thumb over at Leon, who leans back on the couch and crosses his legs, smiling smugly at dada.

“Oh?” Dada says, sounding unhappy.

“Mm-hm. You’re spoiling that kid. You gotta tell her no, otherwise, she’ll throw royal temper tantrums like tonight. For instance, I believe that mess over there was created by her?”

Leon points to the wall, still stained by the Moon Milk and blood mix, and mama and dada look at me.

“Aveline,” Mama says, looking disappointed. “You can’t do that, it’s not nice.”

“Mm…” I mumble, curling into dada’s chest.

“You know Leon, you say not to spoil her, but didn’t you stay when she wanted you to?” Dui asks, smiling wickedly. Leon shoots him a pointed glare.

“That was only to get her to stop crying. It was giving me a headache.”

“Hopefully you two will stop fighting now?” Karno asks, looking at mama and dada. Oh, right! Was that why they left? I’d hate it if they started fighting over me again.

Mama nods.

“We were only gone for a few hours, but I think we’ll be okay now.” She says with a smile, looking up to dada. He smiles back.

“Yes. It’s true that Aveline puts everyone she meets under a spell, but fighting over her is only going to hinder our time with her.”

They look at me fondly, mama reaching out to stroke my hair, and I close my eyes. Suddenly, I realize how tired I am, and I yawn.

“You think she’ll be able to use her crib tonight?” Mama asks. Dada chuckles.

“If we can manage not to steal her from it.”

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Chocolate cake - Yoo Kihyun

A / N : I’ve only ever found a handful of Kihyun smuts soooo I thought to myself why not write one, I hope you guys like it and if you do please let me know because I have an idea for another one in mind 🖤 or I could make a part two for this either way let me know. S Y N O P S I S : You and Kihyun grew closer together after your boyfriend cheated on you, but you never entirely considered him your friend. G E N R E / W A R N I N G S : Smut + Fluff + slightly dom Kihyun W O R D C O U N T : 5.8k

P A I R I N G : Kihyun x Reader ____________________________ It was normal wasn’t it? Feeling this anxious after seeing your ex?

You thought as you sat on the toilet fidgeting with the sleeves of your sweater. There was a soft knock on the door and silence on your end.

“Y/N?” you heard the voice call out from the other side after you never responded, the doorknob moving in a failed attempt to open the door since it was locked from the inside.

You stood up and quickly pulled your hair out of your face flushing the toilet pretending you were just doing your business before opening the door.

“Geez can’t I have 3 seconds to do my business?” you said trying to brush off the past 5 minutes you’d been locked up in the small room and letting out a forced chuckle.

Kihyun gave you the look slightly pursing his lips. He knew all too well to see right through you.

It was evident seeing HIM who shall not be named still affected you.

“Y/N” he said with an ‘I know why you were really in there’ undertone.

“What?” you said playing dumb still pretending there was nothing going on.

“I’m not dumb”

“I never said you were”

“Just admit you were in there because Ge-” he said as you quickly jumped to press your finger against his lips.

“You shut up alright” you barked out which was enough confirmation for Kihyun to know he was right all along.

“Fine yes! I’m still not over him and I’m fuming over the fact one of you idiots invited us to the same place and he’s here with blonde Barbie girl” you said out in frustration “and I’m just…” you said looking down at the floor before feeling Kihyun’s hands right under your jaw cupping your face and forcing you to look at him.

“You’re cute when you’re angry” he teased and you pushed his arms off as you snorted.

You’d met Kihyun a few years ago in your art class, you’d always pick fights with him in the middle of the class over stupid things which was how his friend Gerald aka your ex noticed you. He’d then join in with you and mock Kihyun as well or nag him for picking fights with the pretty girl.

After he cheated on you, you somehow found yourself growing closer to Kihyun, after all he was the one who found you a crying mess sitting right outside of his apartment building in the rain.

__________________________________

“Y/N?” he asked holding an umbrella kneeling down trying to get a better look at the stranger crying outside of his friend’s apartment complex.

You shot your head up ready to start yelling at your cheating boyfriend but instead met eyes with the pink haired boy before you.

“Ki-kihyun?” you half snorted trying to wipe your nose with your damp sweater.

“What are you doing out here… like…. this?” he asked getting a hold of your arm and helping you up.

“I….” You said as he stared at you trying to find an answer, his eyes filled with concern.

The words couldn’t even leave your mouth, still overthinking the last few minutes, how you walked into his apartment only to find the one person you thought you loved in bed with his super model “friend”.

You simply broke down into tears again before two arms wrapped around you and you were pulled into an embrace, no questions, no words, you both just stood there for a while, it was nice just not being alone, even if Kihyun was the last person you’d expect to be there to comfort you. A few seconds later you slightly pulled away and Kihyun loosened his grip around you.

There was a long pause between the both of you, most likely because neither knew what to say next.

“There’s a coffee shop down the street from my apartment, whenever I feel like shit I go there and order the biggest piece of chocolate cake I can get” he said and you let a soft laugh smiling at the floor.

“That’s all I can offer to you right now” he said and you nodded.

“Come on” he said dragging you by the arm under his umbrella on the sidewalk.

The both of you walked for what seemed like 5 blocks in the pouring rain, he dragged you by his side and soon enough the both of you were running in the rain laughing at nothing trying to get to the coffee shop as soon as possible to avoid even getting any wetter, which was nearly useless since the both of you were halfway drenched even with the umbrella over your heads.

Once you got to the shop Kihyun had previously mentioned he held the door open so you could walk inside, as you walked towards the counter you spotted the long fridge with pastries inside being exhibited in doilies and glass trays.

Kihyun was looking up at the menu as you spotted the round three-layer chocolate cake inside the fridge, that should be the cake he was talking about. The large slices were already precut and you could only wonder if the skinny boy before you could even finish it by himself when he’d been there before.

You heard him order but didn’t look away from the cake still debating whether if you should get it or not, even though you weren’t much of a sweet tooth at this point you felt like bawling your eyes out and eating an entire tub of ice cream and boy, that cake didn’t seem like a bad idea at all. Or so your inner voice with no self control told you.

“Are you going to order anything?” You heard Kihyun ask snapping you out of your thought trance,you turned to look at him before slowly pointing at the cake before you. As you walked up to him right in front of the cashier you took out your walled and pulled out some of the crumpled up dollar bills inside.

You heard the cashier say the total and as you extended your hand with cash she was already swiping a card on the register. You took a few seconds to register what had happened and you slightly turned to look at Kihyun with the cash in your hand motioning him to take it.

“It’s fine, I offered to bring you here, it would be rude if I let you pay” he said before making his way over to a table. You blinked twice not being used to this sort of treatment and followed him to your table.

The barista soon enough came out of the kitchen and placed the plate with the huge chocolate slice in front of you two as well as the coffee pot and two mugs on a small round plate for each.

Kihyun didn’t hesitate before picking up the fork and digging into the huge slice. You on the other hand ended up picking up the fork from your side of the table and poking around the cake, neither of you said a word since Kihyun was too busy eating and you were just picking around your side of the plate thinking about everything.

“You want to talk about it?” he finally said breaking the silence between you two. You shook your head and he got the hint and continued eating.

“it’s just” you said dropping the fork and letting out a sigh, his eyes moving away from the plate to you once more. “That fucking idiot” you said finally letting out what you’d been holding in for the past hour. “I was always there, I.. I… how dare he lie to my face and cheat on me!” you finally started venting out the sadness turning into anger in a matter of seconds. “Even after I walked in on him he says ‘I can explain’” You said out in frustration and he raised his brows, what Kihyun had thought was only a dumb argument turned out to be more than that. You looked up to find Kihyun that was at a loss for words, again.

“I’m sorry this must be terribly awkward for you” You said propping your elbow on the table and resting your hand on your palm.

“No it’s.. fine” he said and you both were quiet again.

“What were you doing there anyway” you asked trying to change the subject, after all he was friends with your now ex.

“I was actually there to deliver this to him” he said pulling out a yellow package from his coat, you nodded and looked down again at the table. Why were you even venting out to his friend? Especially the one you’d always bicker with. After neither Sabrina, Bree or Krista picked up it seemed the best option since you didn’t really want to be alone.

“Well you know you’d feel better if you actually dug into the cake” he said “when my ex girlfriend cheated on me I spent most of my evenings here, trust me I’m an expert” he said and you looked up to see him giving you a soft smile.

Well at least he understood what it was like.

You took the fork once more this time actually digging into the cake itself. You weren’t sure after a few minutes if you were the one who ate the most of it but in all honesty you stopped caring as you binge ate the cake trying to bury your feelings in it.

You and Kihyun ended up talking about just random things and it was sort of comforting to just be able to talk about nothing without being bombarded with questions or having your friends get angry and plan out how they’d kill your boyfriend for what he did.

After a few hours the rain stopped and the both of you left the coffee shop, even though Kihyun’s apartment was just across the street he offered to walk you back to your place since it was already late.

Once you reached your apartment door you took your keychain from your purse and fumbled with the keys trying to find the correct key that opened your door.

“Thanks for… whatever that was” you said as you opened the door.

“It’s no problem” he said sticking his hands inside the pockets on his coat. You hesitated before you pulled him in for a hug, he was sort of taken aback by your action and took a few seconds to hug you back, you squeezed a bit tighter before pulling away but he kept his hands on your sides, your arms were still hanging from his shoulders on each side and you just stared into his dark chocolate eyes. His face being only inches away from yours you could feel his hot breath.

“I…. I should get going it’s late” he said letting go of you and you did the same nodding.

“Yeah” you said softly.

“Night” he said before turning around.

“Night” you said back as he disappeared into the hallway.

The next morning you woke up remembering everything about the previous night in a flash, you pulled your pillow up to your face and let out a groan.

“Why am I still here” you said patting your bed trying to find your phone.

12 missed calls from Gerald.

Great.

You scrolled down your notifications to find messages from your friends, you didn’t really feel like explaining to them anything anymore or even talking to anyone, you just wanted to ignore the entire situation and slowly rot in your room. Scrolling down you saw a notification you really didn’t expect to see there.

Yoo Kihyun: did the cake help at all? I usually get a guilt trip the next morning

You let out a soft laugh opening the message

Y/N: Could use like 20 more slices right now

Kihyun didn’t seem to ask many questions, and whenever no one talked it didn’t feel awkward, as weeks passed you both grew closer finding yourselves at that same coffee shop just complaining about your lives sharing a slice of cake, occasionally switching up the flavor but usually it was the three layer chocolate one, there was still the constant bickering you two were used to but now you hung out intentionally. Because of Kihyun, Changkyun and Wonho you knew Gerald had been going around with girls, he tried begging a few days but eventually stopped. You never heard from him again after that week, personally at least.

You’d sometimes hear some of the boys talk about him, curiosity would get the best of you and you’d go straight to Kihyun to ask him what they were talking about, always being able to drag out every bit of information you could out of him, and as much as you tried to pretend you were over it or that you didn’t care you failed every time. So Kihyun knew that even though it had been 8 months, you still weren’t over it. So standing outside of the bathroom in Jooheon’s apartment trying to lie your way out of it, especially with Kihyun was useless.

“Why don’t you just give him a piece of his own cake” he said as you still pulled at your sleeves out of nervousness.

“What do you mean give him a piece of his own cake?”

“Well that, he’s always here with new girls you do the same” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“Yes wow thanks never thought of that” you said sarcastically

“Y/N you can literally ask Hyungwon and he’ll play along”

“We don’t even talk that much let alone pretend we’ve got something going on” You said walking past Kihyun and into the living room. When you walked back into the room Jooheon and Hyungwon quickly looked in your direction as you stood there.

Don’t look to your left don’t look to your left.

You thought before turning your head and meeting eyes with your ex boyfriend.

“Hey Y/N it’s been a while” he said as you forced a smile trying to ignore the blonde on his lap.

“Yeah” you said as you were about to make your way over to Hyungwon’s side of the couch to do what Kihyun had told you.

“You all must be starving I’m so sorry” Kihyun said walking in stopping right beside you.

“Sorry I took so long” he said giving you a smile and snaking his hand around your waist before pulling you against him and giving you a peck on the lips.

Surprised by his sudden action you found yourself looking at everyone and exchanging looks with Hyungwon, he was giving you a confused look too until he figured out what Kihyun was doing and they smirked at each other.

“So, we are leaving right?” Jooheon said clearing his throat.

“Yeah yeah, Tiffany suggested we go to that Japanese restaurant they just opened up near my apartment” he said.

Tiffany, you mocked inside of your head eyeing down the blonde.

“Yeah sounds good, who’s driving?” Kihyun said still gripping your waist.

“I am” Hyungwon said standing up and walking over to the slim table next to the entrance taking the car keys. Stiff in Kihyun’s touch you moved with him and followed after everyone as they exited Jooheon’s apartment.

“Can you at least act more natural” he said hanging his arm over your shoulder.

“What the hell are you doing?” you half whispered.

“What you weren’t going to do” he said and as annoyed as you wanted to be at him you lowkey knew you’d wanted to do this to Gerald ever since you heard about him going out with multiple girls and you stayed at home doing nothing.

Plus what was so wrong, after all it was just a show.

Right?

Kihyun was just his normal self all night, even though he was acting extra clingy around you and giving you pet names, which honestly should have made you cringe but you didn’t mind. Honestly it wasn’t all different from when you went out with the boys except Gerald started gradually getting pissed about Kihyun being all over you.

At first it was as if he didn’t care nor mind Kihyun and you, but his cool facade soon started fading as he was making his jealousy evident by the second, Tiffany didn’t seem to pick up on her date’s behavior, shocker she wasn’t that bright, Jooheon was just sitting there wishing the earth would swallow him fidgeting with his fork that you kept thinking he was about to bend every 2 seconds and Hyungwon was enjoying and juicing every bit of drama that was slowly escalating.

“I need to go to the restroom” you said sliding off the booth as the waitress took away the check. You went into the restroom and simply washed your hands running them through your hair instead of blow drying them when you were done.

You were getting what you wanted, he was jealous, yet why didn’t you feel at peace? You stood there looking at yourself in the mirror still feeling that bittersweetness in you trying to figure out what it was.

It wasn’t about Gerald anymore. You hated the fact that deep down it was about Kihyun, the way he’d been acting only frustrated you because it was just… pretend. He was your friend and that was that, and all the thoughts slash feelings you’d been trying to bury up for months after the two of you started growing closer to each other just hit you like a bus and you were dreading it.

You opened the door only to be greeted by a tall towering figure.

“Can we talk?” Gerald said and you stood there speechless. “We never really talked about things“ he complemented.

You opened your mouth but no words came out. Your mind soon going into overdrive about what you should say.

“What’s going on?” Kihyun said walking into the short hallway where the door to the kitchen and restrooms was.

“Nothing” Gerald said eyeing you and then Kihyun.

“Well, we’re leaving” he said pulling at your arm. You looked up at a severely annoyed Gerald and finally spoke up.

“Yeah I… we were done here anyway” you said before taking Kihyun’s arm and walking back into the restaurant itself.

“You mind if we walk back to my apartment?” you said as he took your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, you both knew Gerald was trailing right behind you.

“Not at all” he said before catching up to Hyungwon whom was standing in the lobby impatiently waiting for everyone.

“We’ll walk back” Kihyun said and the bored Hyungwon sitting there next to Tiffany nodded and shooed Kihyun away. When you walked out of the restaurant Kihyun didn’t let go of your hand even though the both of you didn’t need to keep pretending.

You were quiet the entire walk back but as usual, it didn’t feel out of place or awkward. Once inside your building he let go of your hand so you could fetch your keys and open your door.

“Yeah well… thanks for… you know” you said holding your door with one hand and leaning against the frame.

“Anytime” he said as you let go of the door and stepped out again to give him a hug before he left. As you pulled away slowly both of your arms lingered there for a few seconds. His dark chocolate eyes staring right at you and once more you had him only inches away from you, it was always like this, you knew he’d say something along the lines of ‘I gotta go’ and let go of you after a few seconds.

The seconds started feeling longer as they passed by and Kihyun didn’t budge, you hesitated on whether or not you should be the one who completely pulled away this time but didn’t move either. Kihyun leaned in slightly and stopped right when his lips brushed against yours, both of your warm breaths mixing in you could smell the cologne on him and you were sure he could smell your coconut mist as well.

Since you didn’t pull away or move he took this as a signal to fully press his lips against yours tightening his grip around you as you did the same with your arms around his neck. His soft rosy lips on yours was something you’d thought about for months now but never really acted upon the thoughts, never in a million years did you think it would actually happen you were just friends. Or so you tried to tell yourself every time you ended up thinking about Kihyun in any other way. He tilted his head to the side getting better access to your lips and kept one hand on your lower back as the other one slid up your side.

You brought your hands up to his hair and ran your fingers through his recently dyed dark brown almost black hair. The slight worry of someone passing by and catching a glimpse of the both of you making out in front of your apartment door only fed your excitement. Kihyun brought his hand up to your neck and his soft passionate kisses were starting to get more eager.

Whatever self control you had in you went out the window as you stumbled backwards pulling him into your apartment, you knew what would happen once that door closed. He closed the door behind him still kissing you, his kisses now filled with lust and his hands touching and feeling everywhere they could now that you were alone.

He pressed you up against the door and slid his tongue into your mouth running his hands down your thighs to lift you off the ground, you wrapped your legs around him supporting yourself between him and the door. Your hands almost knowingly tugged at his jacket and fumbled with the fabric trying to get it off of him, keeping you pressed against the door he took one of his hands from under your thigh and started taking off his jacket before doing the same with his other arm throwing it on the floor next to where you were.

He bit down and tugged on your swollen lip and you let out a soft moan, Kihyun then pressed you harder against the door and you could feel the hardness in his pants against your thigh.

You felt his free hand slide under your shirt as he pressed his lips down your jawline and spread kisses all the way down to your neck before sucking on the bare skin right above your collarbone.

“You know” he breathed out letting your thigh go and you brought your legs down to stand again. “Every single time you talked about that idiot” he half whispered kissing on your neck again. Your head rolled back exposing the fair skin he would most likely mark within seconds.

“it just made me boil on the inside” he said intertwining his fingers on the hair on your nape and slightly pulling at it which made you gasp softly. “and the fact that you still cared about him” he said sliding his fingers into your pants. “even when he didn’t appreciate you” he said grazing his fingertips over your wet core. Your heavy breath grew along with the desperation to just feel him all over you. You squirmed under his touch before he pulled his hand out and you tried to hold yourself up.

“Kihyun” you moaned out softly as whatever sanity you had in you left.

“What’s wrong babe?” He teased brushing his lips against your neck.

“Please” you begged in a breathy voice wanting to feel his fingers back on you.

“Please what?” he said sliding his leg between yours pressing against your wetness, the friction giving you some sort of relief. You opened your eyes to meet Kihyun’s again.

“Take me, now” you said and he smashed his lips harshly against yours pulling you closer to him and moving away from the entrance to what you assumed would be your bedroom. Once inside your room you were still all over eachother, you slammed the door closing it before attacking his lips once more and both of your hands roaming eachother pulling at whatever clothing was left desperately trying to get rid of it. Your hand found its way down to his pants and you ran it along his bulge pressing your palm against it. He let out a moan which you didn’t anticipate and the sounds coming from him had you smiling against his lips.

The back of Kihyun’s knee hit the edge of your bed and he pulled you down with him onto the bed. You straddled him and kissed all over his neck biting down and sucking on some parts giving Kihyun exactly what he’d given you just a few moments ago. You started grinding your hips down against his and he brought his hands up to your shirt to finally pull it off your body. He shut his eyes and rolled his head back letting out a moan, feeling some sort of relief from you grinding onto him. You slowed your pace teasing him and soon enough his eyes sprung open and he let out a groan in frustration.

He grabbed your wrists and pushed you off him flipping you over so he was on top of you now.

“Don’t try me” he warned pinning your hands above of your head before he trailed his hands down your arms and torso running them over your breasts which were still covered by your bra. His hands wandered over them and you arched your back so he could get your bra completely off you, he slid his hand under you unclasping the back and pulling it off you before guiding his mouth down to one of your nipples and his hand to the other one, slightly stroking with his hand and sucking on the other one, your hands somehow kept finding their way to his now messy hair, he nipped at your hard nub and you gasped at the feeling pulling harder at his hair. You felt him smile against your skin before he pulled away and started fumbling with the button of your jeans, successfully pulling them off a few seconds later along with your panties leaving you completely bare under him.

“Who knew I could make you this wet” he cockily remarked running his finger down your slit teasing you. It had been months, almost a year since you’d been with someone, the last person being your ex and Kihyun slowly finding every button of yours and pushing you all over the edge had you going crazy. You hated that he was making you needy.

You wanted him, you needed him.

“What should I do about you?” he said pressing his fingers against your clit watching you squirm under him because of the sudden contact. He started working his fingers in circular motions giving your core the burning attention it needed, you let out a breathy moan before rolling your head back against the pillows arching your back and closing your eyes grasping the sheets underneath you.

You felt two fingers slide into you before his warm tongue replaced his fingers on your clit, his free hand on your thigh spreading your legs wider as he used his other hand to pump his fingers in and out of you.

Alternating between tugging at the sheets on your mattress and his hair you started to feel your climax build up in your stomach, moaning out Kihyun’s name and a series of curses as you rocked your hips against him trying to increase the pleasure you knew you were right on the edge and about to come, you were feeling everything building up inside you as Kihyun worked his tongue all over you and just like that the sensation went away abrubtly.

Your eyes sprung open as you tried to figure out the reason for the sudden stop and you met eyes with Kihyun, who gave you a smirk.

“I told you not to try me” he said hovering over you and you let out a groan.

“You dick” you said pushing him off you annoyed by his action, he was now on his back propping himself up with his elbows and you were quick to move to his belt and start to take it off as well as undoing his pants.

He let out a soft laugh and didn’t stop grinning watching you fumble with his remaining clothes.

Oh he’ll see.

You finally managed to take off his pants leaving him in his underwear, you placed your hand over his groin running your fingers over his still clothed member. His breath grew heavier at the contact but it wasn’t until you applied pressure and stroked harder that he actually let out a moan.

“Y/N” he panted out as you ran your hands on his abdomen all the way down and hooked your fingers on the waistband on his underwear pulling it down. His hard member now exposed to you, you took it in your hand and wrapped your fingers around it slowly rubbing your thumb over the tip and he threw his head back breathing out heavily trying to hold in his moans. After a few seconds of rubbing around the precome on his tip you actually started moving your hand up and down his shaft. Still with his head rolled back you could see his chest rising and falling quickly. You lowered yourself still pumping your hand gradually increasing your speed as you brought yourself up to his member. Your hand slowed down and stopped at the base of his length as you took him in your mouth. Kihyun bucked his hips at the feeling pushing his member deeper into your mouth, it was only a matter of seconds before he collapsed onto the matress letting out a moan as you bobbed your head up and down. He brought his hands up to your hair carefully intertwining his fingers on your locks and pushing them out of the way. You knew you’d hit a spot when he’d tug lightly at your hair, the sweet echoing of his moaning indicating when it was time for you to increase your speed or suck a little harder, his fingers pulling at your hair and his nails digging into your scalp also letting you know you were working him just the right way.

Just as you were pushing him over the edge and had him under you a moaning mess saying out your name bucking his hips each time harder onto you, you gave him one last painfully slow suck before removing yourself from him and he shot up in frustration.

“You shouldn’t try me either” you mocked and he got up taking you by the shoulders and pinning you down on the bed. You gasped at his sudden outburst and the once cute, sweet and loving Kihyun you knew was buried deep down the lust filled man in front of you who you wanted to go feral on you.

“I’ll teach you a lesson” he said harshly pressing his lips onto you once more before climbed out of the bed picking up his pants from the floor and you assumed he was looking for a condom. Once he found the small package he ripped it open and placed it on himself before climbing on top of you to continue where he’d left off.

As you were anxiously waiting to see if he said something he didn’t even give you time to anticipate what was going to happen before he completely thrusted his length into you. You let out a cry in pleasure as he started pumping into you. You had your arms around his back and soon dug your nails on the skin which would most likely leave red marks all over.

“Kihyun” you said out loud and he started to slow his pace again.

“What is it princess?” he said running his hand down your thigh which you had just wrapped around his waist.

“Please” you were starting to beg, which was something you’d never admit to doing. Kihyun loving every second of being now the one in control of you came down to give you small kisses all over your neck still pumping in and out of you but not at the pace you wanted him to.

“Faster” you managed to breathe out as your frustration and need for more was becoming unbearable by the second.

“Faster what?” he said detaching his lips from your neck and looking you whom seemed to be having trouble keeping your eyes open.

“Just fuck me harder” you finally spat out.

“I don’t know if I should” he continued teasing.

“Please” you managed to breathe out as he thrusted harder into you and you finally moaned out louder feeling some sort of relief that you were getting exactly what you were waiting for. He whined over you at the feeling of your insides clenching against him.

He started going at a faster pace once again smashing his lips against yours, sloppy kisses and muffled moans was all you were getting from Kihyun. That same sensation in your stomach started coming back indicating you were close to your own high.

His thrust started becoming sloppier so you assumed he was close as well, it only took him a few more thrusts before you finally reached your climax choking out his name trying to hold yourself together as he didn’t stop. One, two, three more thrusts was all it took for him after having you shaking underneath him and wrapping around him thanks to your own orgasm.

He finally reached his own high letting out a louder moan that came out a few pitches higher than his last ones. He sunk his head right next to yours above your shoulder trying to gain composure and you brought your hands up to the back of his neck and ran your fingers through his now dark dyed locks that were once pink months ago. When he could finally regain some composure, he brought his head up to look at you before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead and throwing himself beside you.

You rolled over to your side to see him on your bed with his eyes closed trying to regain his breath, his hair falling softly on his forehead that had a few sweat drops dripping. He turned his head and slowly opened his eyes meeting yours, he ran his fingers through your somewhat tangled messy hair pushing it out of the way. You pulled yourself closer to him wrapping your arm around him and resting your head on his chest.

He still kept his hand in your hair petting and running his fingers softly through it as you closed your eyes and waited to slowly doze off in his arms.

Who knew it’d be this nice.

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another-tmnt-writer · 7 years

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Bodyguard

Pairing: Raphael x Reader (Not established)

"Just a few more minutes and you will reach a state of complete understanding. You will find true peace and true purpose. Now, breathe in-" The soothing voice that came out of the radio speakers was suddenly drowned out by a guttural roar, echoing through the sewers. Splinter, who had been balancing on his tail for more than twenty-four hours, lost his footing and had to resume his normal posture before falling to the ground in the most humiliating way. His eyes grew wide and his lips were just a thin line as Leonardo and Michelangelo tried to pull Raphael into their lair. He wasn't angry - he was furious.

"Let me go! I will find them! I will ki-" "Calm down, brah!" "Shut up and let me GO!" Raphael pulled on Mikey's golden necklace to throw him out of balance, before roughly shoving him against Donatello and out of the way. After that, he faced his big brother Leo and snarled at him. His voice wasn't more than a dangerous hiss, and his eyes were narrowed to piercing slits. "Lemme go, Leo. I won't ask twice!" "No, you won't!", came the deafening voice of their father. It was only then that Raphael paused in his tracks. The giant rat slowly made his way to Michelangelo and Donatello, touching their forearms in concern, before facing the red-clad turtle again. "Care to explain what's going on? Or will a day in the Hashi loosen your tongues?" Raphael only huffed, his hands clenched into fists. His breathing was ragged and hard and his nostrils flared as Leonardo let go of his arm and kneeled in front of their master. "Father, he's lost control. There was an incident in the city. (Y/N), she ... she got hurt." Leonardo glanced at his hotheaded brother before continuing. "She's in the hospital. It's nothing too serious, but Raphael is out of his mind! The sun's coming up in two hours and he rambles about bringing them to justice." Raphael couldn't stay quiet anymore. His oh-so-perfect brother was talking as if he wasn't there! "Yer the one always talkin' about justice and fairness! Our friend got hurt by some thieves, they're still runnin' around ... maybe hurtin' others!" Leonardo sighed in annoyance while he stood up and faced his brother again. Couldn't he obey for once? The blue-clad turtle crossed his arms before speaking in a calm and rather cold voice. "You're beyond reason, Raph. We weren't there when it happened. We don't know how they looked like. We will find them, but not over the next twelve hours. Going outside wouldn't help anyone right now. Especially not her." Raphael's eyes widened and he took a step back from his brother. His breathing hadn't slowed down in the slightest, and even though he tried to be reasonable - he couldn't. He looked from one family member to the next, finally gazing at his father, who seemingly agreed with Leonardo's decision. He couldn't speak right now. He couldn't apologize right now. The bulky terrapin only puffed and turned on his heels, stomping over to his bench. His older brother wanted to say something else, but the clawed hand of his father kept him silent. "Don't, Leonardo. He knows you're right. We all know you're right. But it hurts him nonetheless." "But why? She's a friend, but-" The soft chuckle of Splinter interrupted the skilled ninja. "Oh, Leonardo. You're not as omniscient as you think you are. She's so much more than a friend to your dear brother." His eyes had a soft sheen to it as he looked around, fixating Michelangelo, who had a knowing smirk written across his face. "She holds his heart."

Raphael grunted as he lay on his bench, lifting all the manhole covers he possessed in an agonizingly fast rhythm. Sweat trickled down his arms, his forehead, running along the tendons of his neck and pooling inside his shell. He had to dull the pain. The only way he knew how to do it was to inflict a different kind of pain. So he continued to stem those weights, gritting his teeth, screwing his eyes shut. White blazing patterns flickered through the darkness. He didn't want to see. Didn't want to imagine how you looked like when they attacked. How you must've screamed, hoping for someone to help you. And he wasn't there. The big terrapin began to pant, his body was at its limit, but he couldn't stop yet. His mind wouldn't stop racing. You were stabbed. If he had been there, he could've taken the blow for you. Hell, he would cut his arm off this instant, just to undo all this. The thought of losing you ... he couldn't. Raphael tried to block out those pictures flashing before his eyes but found he was incapable of doing so. He saw your long hair and imagined how soft it felt between his rough and scaly fingers. You always giggled when he buried his face in those silky tresses, inhaling your rosy scent. No. Stop it! Raphael clenched his jaw and with each painful movement of his arms, a fuming grunt left his lungs. He could hear his blood pumping through his veins. Could hear his frantic heartbeat in his ears, drumming, distracting, tormenting him. He felt how the weights came closer to his face, and even though he tried with all his might, they wouldn't stop in their tracks. He had no control over his muscles anymore and just before they seriously hurt him, two strong hands wrapped around the barbell and pulled the weight away from the red-clad turtle.

"What are you doing, Raph?" came the unmistakable voice of Leonardo, his big brother. Raphael gasped for air, feeling the burning sensation in his arms and the familiar weakness that came along with it. The giant terrapin slowly straightened himself before looking up. He expected to see disdain written over his brother's face, but all he saw was deep and honest concern. Raphael desperately tried to slow his breathing, to collect his thoughts. Sweat ran down his skin and he reached for a towel on the floor, but before he could wipe his face, Leo spoke again. "I ... I am sorry." Raphael looked up. "W-What?" Leonardo seemed to search for the right words, absentmindedly chewing on his bottom lip. "A good leader shows consideration for others. A good brother shows sympathy." Raphael had to process the words of his big brother. It wasn't often that he had a reason to apologize to him, but it definitely struck a chord each time he did it. "Come on. Put that towel away and follow me. We don't have much time."

A couple of minutes later, both brothers stood on a highrise, slowly making their way to the edge of the building. The horizon already got a lilac hue to it and they couldn't waste much more time. "Look into the second window from the right. Third row." Raphael squinted his eyes and let them roam over the hospital on the opposite side. There! "Is that-" "Yes." "But how-" "Donnie." His brother slowly put his hand on Raphael's shoulder, assuring him. "She will be alright. We can't get any closer, but now you know she will be up and about in no time and you have no reason to run amok in New York City." Raphael bit his lip and looked at his feet. "I know ... I know." His gaze lifted and he looked into the eyes of his leader. "Thank you, Leo." They both bumped their fists, before making their way back to the funnel. "Anytime, Raph."

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slugmanslime · 7 years

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Stretching

Pairing: ChiChi x Piccolo Warnings: cursing?? babies Word Count: 2,335 Fic Type: Oneshot Drabble

i want to say a huge thank you to @lilacboii for proof-reading all of these and thank you as well to @lilmissmousey for the encouragement!

i did vague this up a little bit bc sticking to timelines gives me a headache late at night bit i may fix this later on!

It might be difficult for the average woman to adjust to the feeling of a baby having a tantrum in the womb, but Son ChiChi is no average woman and her babies do not simply have tantrums, oh no. While her firstborn was rather mellow, surprising given his astronomical power level, her youngest son was proving to be very easily excitable. On days where all she wants to do is hang up the linens to dry and mop the kitchen, she is often forced to take frequent breaks, bent at the waist and gasping, while baby Goten does backflips off her ribcage and uses her small intestine as a jump rope.

It seemed that today was going to be one of those days; they were beginning to happen more often the closer she was getting to her due date, and ChiChi finds it to be both a blessing and a curse that her little boy’s gestation period would be seven months rather than nine. With Gohan’s schoolwork done for the day so he could make a break for the Lookout, and breakfast dishes that needed to be washed, ChiChi took a deep breath and hoisted herself from the kitchen chair she had collapsed in when Goten started practicing the mamba. The expectant mother clutched six months’ worth of baby belly in one hand as she waddled to the sink with a stack of plates in the other. Depositing them in the sink and taking a moment to wince, ChiChi rolled up her sleeves and got to work. While she was still heartbroken and angry, not much had changed with her Saiyan husband wishing to stay in the Other World. She could commend him for wanting to keep them safe—but she still felt that he was going about it all wrong. What good would it do for him to be gone if trouble reared its ugly, alien head regardless? Her scrubbing faltered for a moment before continuing. Well, it wasn’t as if she and her little boys were all alone…

Piccolo hovered a few yards above the roof of the Son cottage, silently tracking Gohan’s ki as he raced to meet Dende for who knows what. If he was a betting man, he would put money on them cracking open one of those ancient Namekian tombs and spending hours drooling over it. Deep in meditation, his lips quirked upwards only the slightest at the thought. Gohan was his closest friend, but the boy needed interaction with those his own age, and who better for the strongest fighter on either to befriend than the planets guardian himself?

Gohan’s ki was not the only one he was keeping tabs on at the moment. Beneath him in the cottage, he could feel two more sets thrumming with vitality. Although ChiChi would never admit it, he knew that his help was always wanted and appreciated; he supposed it had just never become a thing to consciously vocalize it, lest it become awkward for the lot of them. Piccolo had always been close, even when Goku was alive, always hovering and always around. But it wasn’t until cracks in the foundation had started to show that Piccolo came even closer, allowing himself to get sucked into the mundane of everyday life with the Sons. And on some level, he even admitted that sometimes it was enjoyable.

Animated swearing cut his meditation sessions short, and his unconscious smirk vanished as his ears perked. Piccolo dropped to the ground in an instant, but the curses had slowly started dying off. Chichi’s voice had been laced with pain, and the Namekian wasted no time barging through the too-small front doorway. To his increased confusion, he could smell no blood, and as he peered at the tiny woman doubled over and clutching the sink so hard the aluminum was warping, Piccolos anxiety spiked.

“ChiChi, what’s going on? Is—is this labor? You’re very early, I should call that doctor to see—,” The very hand that had been crumpling the sink like a soda can whipped up, motioning for him to be silent. Piccolo’s mouth shut with an audibly click, fangs knocking against each other.

A few moments later when she was able to speak, it was hardly more than a hiss. “Trust me, Piccolo, I know what labor feels like. This… is Goten stretching…”

The surly Namekian stays hunched for a moment longer before completely entering the house and standing at his full height, violet tinging his ears. He had been truly frightened for a moment, thinking he had this spitfire woman about to have a Saiyan baby right in front of him. His arms crossed over his broad chest, talons curling around his bicep as he gazed down at her, brows furrowed. “You look like he’s ripping you in half. Is that even normal?”

Almost immediately he regretted speaking as her head tilted upwards, melting him to the spot with her fiery gaze. Sweat beads dotted her face and her mouth is set in a grim line; haggard is an expression she had been sporting for too long and there was something about it that tugged at Piccolos chest.

“Well I don’t know, is being pregnant with a half alien child normal? Idiot!” Although her voice is sharp, it’s becoming apparent that Goten’s movements were becoming less agitated. They shared few more moments of silence punctuated by ChiChi’s panting, and finally she stood, wiping her sweaty palms on the front of her gown. Piccolo took this opportunity to come closer, peering around the nearly completely cleaned kitchen for something to do. She had beaten him to nearly everything, and he frowned down at her.

Chichi gave it right back, hands placed on her hips, cocking one to the side with a sass that comes as easily as breathing. “Don’t give me that look, Piccolo! You know when I need help you’re the first person I call.” Her face softens some, and she gives him an apologetic smile. “You shoulda seen the look on your face though. Priceless! You looked like you’d seen a ghost.” She doesn’t bother trying to stifle her giggles at his discomfort.

“Oh, come off it! How was I supposed to know?” His frown weakened into a scowl, his ears growing a shade darker at her teasing. The concern hadn’t left his eyes at all however, no matter how gruffly he was speaking. It doesn’t go unnoticed by his companion either, even as she sighs and returns to her seat, hands folded over her stomach.

“Okay, you wouldn’t know, you’re right. I was just pokin’ fun, Piccolo, don’t be such a ‘fraidy-cat. Hey, c’mere, let me show you something—quick, before he calms all the way down!” Beaming in a way that only a mother-to-be can, ChiChi motioned for him to approach, holding one hand out for his own. He shuffled over to her after a long minute of hesitation and her beckoning with increasing annoyance. Once his hands slipped into hers— or rather, he engulfed her hand with his own— she guided it to her distended stomach slowly, and placed the clawed appendage atop it.

Any other mother may have been terrified at the sight of a huge green hand equipped with claws sharp enough to put any razor to shame so close to her unborn child, but again, ChiChi was no ordinary mother. Time and time again it had been proven that she could trust this snarky alien leaning over her, jaw slackening in awe at the little kicks and rolls her Goten was performing. Something fuzzy tickled her heart just at the sight of him, unable to hide the intrigue and fondness blooming in his gaze.

“Amazing isn’t it? And he’s actually being pretty tame right now. Usually it feels like he’s training for the next World Martial Arts Tournament.” She felt the coolness of his skin even through two layers of clothing and it was both strange and reassuring. Goten was moving less frequently now, his little feet pushing at her abdomen every other minute, and ChiChi was silently relieved; Piccolo’s fingers twitch to match Goten’s movement, but he can sense he exhaustion as well.

“How are you feeling, honestly? And don’t give me any bullshit about being fine because you’ve got…” Piccolo lifted his hand from her stomach delicately only to wave it errantly in the air, giving her a no-nonsense look that she was kind of impressed with. “I dunno, chores or something to do. Gohan and I can take care of that.” There he goes again, signing himself up for menial human crap.

Teeth worried pink, chapped lips as she looked around the kitchen thoughtfully; a few more hours of rest sounded heavenly, and she was rather frustrated with her unborn son for wanting to act up every time she got busy. “Since when did you become the boss around here?” Damn, she could have at least managed to put some conviction behind that. He smirked at her too; he knew she was done for.

“Since you decided to become some kind of Super Mom. You’re catching a break here,” Without warning or notice for her to protest, a pair of burly emerald arms scoop her out of the chair, cradling her to his chest as if she were the newborn, “so take it, and get some rest. The day won’t be wasted, I assure you.”

ChiChi’s protests were falling on deaf ears—purposefully, how could he not hear her yowling and complaining even if his ears weren’t superhuman? —as he meandered through the cottage, ducking down through the doorway of her bedroom. No, his arms did not hesitate to deposit her gently on the bed, and no, his gaze did not linger on the tiny puckered pout that had formed on her face during the trip. Not to mention, he definitely did not miss the warmth of her body curled against his chest, although it seemed that some of it had seeped through into him, his memories. Piccolo had minded that, though. He minded that one a lot.

“Thanks, you stubborn jerk. I’m pregnant not crippled, you had better get the right idea! But since you’re here, and you diiid offer…” ChiChi shifted to lean over to her bedside table, swiftly scribbling on the handy notepad she kept there. With a clean tear, she held the list up to her stoic helper, smile sweeter than honey. “Just a few things I had on my agenda today, nothing a big strong guy like you can’t handle, right?”

What had he gotten himself into? One hand rubbing his temple, he reached out and plucked the list from her fingers, giving it a once-over before snarling down at her. “What the hell, there’s at least thirty things to do on here! How could even you do this all in one day?”

“It’s called being a mother, you should try it sometime!”

“No thanks, I’m much more suited to meditating and training that brat of yours.”

“Call him that again and you won’t be training anyone anytime soon, especially either of my boys!” Once again, she had matched his expression, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out how hers was so much more intimidating. Arms crossed in defeat, Piccolo crumbles the list in his grasp and glares down at her. “That’s more like it! But honestly, make up your mind, because I need all of that done today. Now, I can do it myself, or I can stay put, so what is it gonna be?” Another withering look is cast in his direction and he bit his tongue—she was obviously crabby but it wouldn’t do him any good to say so.

“Oh, damnit all woman, it’s a few menial chores and some heavy lifting. Don’t worry your chatty little head.” The former demon gave her a once over, picking up the far edge of the blanket and tossing it over her as if to make his point. “I’ll take care of the big stuff and pick up the br—Gohan, to finish the rest. Won’t take more than a few hours—long enough for you to take a nap. And bathe.” He didn’t need to crinkle nose to illustrate, but he did it anyway, just to see that cute enraged look on her face.

Wait, he didn’t mean cute, he meant…

His train of thought was cut short by a pillow to the face, and he can’t help the bark of laughter that escapes his mouth before he tosses it back. His cape swirled upon his exit, its swooshing not near loud enough to mask her searing remarks but he simply smirked to himself, and shut the door. If ChiChi wasn’t tuckered out before, she damn well had better be now. The same cape that helped him escape fluttered behind him in the breeze when he strode out of the cottage, pouring over the list once more; Piccolo had no regrets about putting her on bed rest for today, and no matter how standoffish he was, he could at least admit to himself that he was worried for her. Now, why exactly was a can of worms for another day...

When was the last time the headstrong woman had been manhandled in such a fashion without her consent? ChiChi flopped back against her pillows and drew the blanket up to her chin, thinking of her late husband. Albeit careless sometimes, he had loved hoisting her up to grab things or spinning her around when he was elated about something. Sadness tinged the smile on her lips, fingertips brushing the swollen area of her stomach. She was unsure if Goku had even known about his second son before he died, and the thought turned her expression bitter. It didn’t matter now, anyway. Exhaustion was creeping up on her, and in the mist of sleep the image of Goku smiling down at his firstborn morphed into one of a fanged smile framed by green lips and a clawed hand jostled by the movements of another Saiyan child to come. Sorrow lost out to the content of an assured mother, but it was debatable whether she’d remember when she awoke.

#ChiChi #Piccolo #Chiccolo #fanfiction #posting my work always makes me nervous augh #any comments and criticism are welcome!!#ari writes

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duhragonball · 7 years

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[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (49/?)

Continuity Note: About 1000 years before the events of Dragon Ball Z.

Previous Chapters conveniently available here

[17 May 236 Before Age. Planet Wist.]

As soon as she stood up, the Shockmaster put her down again, driving his knee into her jaw. Luffa skidded along the terrain, finally coming to a stop a hundred feet from where she started.

She lay still for a moment, then struggled to her feet again.

And the Shockmaster put her down again, this time using bolts of lightning from his fingers.

Luffa was a Super Saiyan, but she had discovered that the form had its limits. She was used to calling upon its power as needed, but against the Shockmaster there simply wasn't enough power to defeat him. There were ways to deal with stronger opponents, tactics and strategies that Luffa had learned at her mother's knee when she was a child. But these methods assumed that you had the enemy's measure early on, and Luffa had gotten used to thinking of herself as the strongest in the universe. She had gone into this fight without any real plan, thinking she would enjoy herself for a while, then overwhelm the enemy without much trouble. If there had ever been a chance of victory, she had squandered it in her arrogance.

But she refused to give up. She was still a Saiyan, after all. There was her pride to think about. Besides, losing a fight was almost as much fun as winning one. She spared a moment to think of her past opponents, the ones she had beaten. By now, most of them would have been on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Some of them would have begged for mercy they didn't deserve. Others would have whined about how it wasn't 'fair', as if the universe had rules about this sort of thing.

She refused to be like them. The Shockmaster was stronger than Luffa, and that was now indisputable. She had confronted him to find out who was better, and she wouldn't beg off simply because she didn't like the answer. She would see this fight to the finish, no matter the outcome.

"IS THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT?" the Shockmaster bellowed. "I THOUGHT YOU WANTED A PIECE OF ME, LUFFA. COME AFTER ME. I'M READY."

Luffa clutched at her shoulder and tried to catch her breath as she rose to her feet once more. He looked like he was ready to charge her. That suited her just fine. The Galick Gun was out of the question with her bad arm, and she didn't think he would fall for ki ghosts a second time, not that the first time had been very effective. But there was one other move, one that seemed appropriate for the situation.

She forced her body to its maximum power. Luffa had often thought of her Super Saiyan form as a separate entity, that thing inside herself, constantly yearning to do battle at all times. Now, as she pushed it to its utmost limits, knowing full well that it wouldn't be enough, "that thing” was finally frightened into submission. For once, she was the one demanding more, and her powers were struggling to keep up with her demand for action. So at least she would have that small satisfaction, even if the battle with the Shockmaster was a loss.

With her right hand, she raised two fingers in front of her forehead. The Shockmaster had seen this gesture before, and she was counting on this. He would assume this motion would trigger an explosion beneath his feet. Luffa had used that trick before to throw him off-balance, but she suspected that if the Shockmaster had simply braced himself, he would have been fine. Either he would stand his ground to show he couldn't be hurt, or he race towards her, demonstrating that he could outrun the explosion altogether. Either of these actions would be designed to demoralize her. Both of them played right into her hands.

Sure enough, he charged. Over time, the Shockmaster had been gradually increasing his speed, to the point where he could get the drop on Luffa. If he were moving in any other direction, she wasn’t sure she could have hit him at all. He was just too fast for that. But by coming straight at her, he provided an easy target, one that got bigger and easier to hit with each moment. She waited just long enough to be sure he wouldn't dodge, and then she swung her arm out and fired a crimson beam of light from her fingertips. It struck him squarely in the chest.

"Vengeance Cannon," she muttered.

It was a name in need of a technique to go along with it. An unauthorized movie loosely based on Luffa's career had invented the attack, and the fictional Luffa used it in the film’s climax Naturally, people kept expecting the real Super Saiyan to use it in real life. Luffa supposed it would have been simpler to just duplicate the effect used in the film, but it involved a lot of twirling and superfluous hand gestures, and the whole thing seemed like more of a pretense to showcase the actress' figure than to hurt the bad guy.

Her own version was better. She had been using narrow energy beams like this to concentrate offensive power for a long time, and this was just a soup-ed up version of that. More power in the beam, a bit more flourish in the firing gesture, and with her Super Saiyan form she could repeat the attack multiple times in rapid succession. Its only real weakness was that it was easy to sidestep if you knew it was coming, but the Shockmaster had misread her intentions and inadvertently moved straight down her line of fire.

But she didn't expect a single hit to finish the job. Luffa balled her fists and charged up for another shot. She estimated she had enough left for a second, and maybe a third if she was lucky. Of course, he would be ready for it this time, so she would have to pick her shots carefully if she wanted to...

Suddenly, she powered down. Luffa looked down at her hands and saw the golden aura of her Super Saiyan form was gone. The vellus hair on her forearms was dark instead of yellow. She glanced back at her tail and saw brown fur. She tried to transform back into a Super Saiyan and found she couldn't. Apparently she had miscalculated. The first Vengeance Cannon had been her last.

She gasped and started grabbing at the hair on her head in desperation, as if yanking on it would somehow make it stand up on end and turn yellow again. Reaching the limits of her Super Saiyan form was bad enough, like showing up for a fight in one's underwear. Losing the form altogether made her feel even more exposed, like she had shown up for a fight without her arms and legs.

To be sure, Luffa was still immensely powerful in her normal state. But in her current condition, coping with broken ribs, a bad shoulder, et cetera... against an opponent like the Shockmaster, she might as well have been a small child with no combat power at all.

The one thing she had gotten right was that her last attack hadn't been powerful enough to stop him. He had been knocked back, and he had stayed down for a few seconds, but he was getting back up. She guessed that he might have been hurt by the Vengeance Cannon, but he showed no sign of injury. Maybe a rapid succession of Vengeance Cannons could have whittled him down over time, but she couldn’t imagine him standing still long enough for her to do that. In any case, she doubted she would ever get the chance to try that out.

Instead of attacking, he stomped across the battlefield towards her. Luffa steadied herself and stood her ground. This was it, she decided. He knew she was out of options, and he could finish her at his leisure. All she could do was stand firm and keep fighting until the end.

When he was within striking distance, he stopped and loomed over her, his silver helmet giving no indication of his mood or his intentions.

Luffa spit on him.

The Shockmaster laughed.

"What's so funny?" Luffa asked defiantly. "Let's go."

"YOU'RE BEATEN," the Shockmaster said. "THERE'S NO POINT IN FIGHTING YOU ANY LONGER."

"Yeah? Then finish it!" Luffa shouted. "Kill me!"

"NO."

There was something chilling about this word, perhaps because it was the last thing she expected to hear.

"What?" Luffa asked.

"I DON'T KILL, LUFFA," the Shockmaster explained. "YOU AND YOUR KIND DO, BUT I WON'T SINK TO YOUR LEVEL."

"You bastard!" Luffa screamed. Without thinking, she fired a ki blast at him, but the energy simply spilled off his body without any effect. At most, she merely burned away the spit she had landed on his chest.

"You think you've won?!" Luffa shouted. "You think this is over?! Fat chance! I'm still standing! You haven't won anything while I'm still alive!"

He snorted, and then turned his back to her. Of all the damage he had inflicted on her, this simple act of dismissal was the most painful by far.

"You think... you think you can just walk away?!"

She was still standing, but just barely. Her legs felt like jelly, and she was starting to realize that she had only stayed vertical this long because of her resolve to keep fighting. Now, her body seemed to recognize that the fight was over, and her fatigue began to catch up with her.

The Shockmaster turned and looked at her for a moment.

"I WON’T SINK TO YOUR LEVEL," he said again.

"Fine!” she screeched. “Leave me here! You think this is the worst beating I’ve ever taken! I’ll rest! I’ll heal! And when I’ve recovered my strength--!"

In spite of the bruises, the swelling, and all the pain, she smiled with the same bloodthirsty grin she had made when the fight had begun.

"Oh yes, I’ll come right back and we can do this all over again. Only next time, I’ll be the last one standing, and I won’t hesitate to put you down once and for all!"

"I DON’T KILL, LUFFA," the Shockmaster repeated. He turned and continued on his way. "THAT’S HOW SAIYANS SOLVE THEIR PROBLEMS."

He laughed as he stormed off into the distance, and then he rocketed into the air. Luffa could only watch him leave. She was too badly beaten to catch him, and even if she could, there was nothing else she could do.

There was a sinking feeling in her gut, a dull ache in the back of her head, and a lump in her throat that had nothing to do with the injuries she had sustained. She had been losing the battle for a while now and maybe she never really had a chance to begin with, but it was over now, and the finality of her defeat was impossible to ignore.

She meant what she had said. Everything inside her that made her a Saiyan demanded that she fight him again as soon as she could. She was looking forward to it. But she knew that wouldn’t be for a long time. In the here and now, she was utterly helpless to deny her failure.

"Sorry," she said to no one in particular. She tried to take a step but collapsed onto her knees. Her ribs hurt badly enough that she clutched at her side.

"Hell of a fight, though," she muttered. She smiled, but not for very long. "Didn’t like... the ending, but somebody’s gotta... get the short end of the stick."

She needed to rest for a while. She was hungry, but there wasn’t anything edible as far as she could see. With any luck, a wild animal might come along and she could use her own beaten body as bait. Were there wolves on Planet Wist? She hadn’t had eaten a wolf in ages. She lowered herself to the ground gently--though not gracefully--and daydreamed about biting into the trachea of a nice, gamey wolf. Like the kind in the taiga forests of Planet Alisair.

Or Xenem IV.

She couldn’t remember which one had the wolves.

Maybe when she woke up, she’d feel up to flying, and she could find a river to--

And then her eyes snapped open and she rolled to one side, narrowly avoiding a ki blast. In spite of the pain, she forced herself upright and looked for the source of the attack.

It was Kandai.

*******

"No! You were beaten!" he cried. He was still holding up his hand from when he had fired on her.

They were both Saiyans. They had the same kind of powers, the same innate love for mayhem. They had even been married, and they almost had a child together, until he betrayed her.

But no, they weren’t really the same at all. He had committed crimes against his wife and unborn son that were unconscionable even by Saiyan standards. Since that day, he had been living as a fugitive outcast, denying his own pride, concealing his own birthright, and learning the advantages of cowardice. And she, she had become something like rage incarnate. Either she was too stupid to stop fighting or she honestly didn’t care.

"K-Kandai," Luffa said weakly. "Good... timing. I was just thinking about getting something to eat."

"What... what are you?!" he gasped.

"We’ve been over that already," Luffa replied between coughs. "What, does cannibalism turn your Saiyan stomach? I do what needs to be done. What do you expect from a true freak?!"

She was right, after all. They weren’t the same. They weren’t even Saiyans, not anymore. Kandai and Luffa were monsters. Maybe they always had been.

He had been monitoring the fight with his ki senses all along. What else could he have done, since Luffa had destroyed all other means of escaping the planet? And now that it was over, and the Shockmaster had refused to kill her, he had swooped in to finish her off while he still had the chance.

Luffa figured out all of this immediately, but there was still one burning question on her mind.

"What’d you think of the fight?" she asked excitedly. "Spectacular, right?"

"How can you still be standing?!" he screamed. "He should have killed you!"

"That’s what I told him," Luffa said. "But he’s too weak and cowardly to do his own dirty work. I guess he was waiting for a Saiyan to do it for him, except you’re just as weak and cowardly as he is."

She started to chuckle, but stopped when it hurt to much. "Thanks for stopping by, Kandai. Saves me the trouble of hunting you down again. So... So what did you think of the fight? I got my butt kicked in, but I’d like to see... to see any other Saiyan do better."

"You’re *not a Saiyan*!" Kandai howled. "You’re *not my wife*! You’re an animal!"

"Oh, I was only... heh... only kidding about eating your corpse, you wimp," Luffa said. "I’ll just use it as bait. Save me the trouble of doing it... ah! ... doing it myself." She took a step forward and nearly doubled over. "Of course, if nothing comes along, I might get desperate."

Kandai screamed and fired another, much larger, ki blast. This time, he didn’t miss. When it had faded, there was a gouge in the earth, and Luffa lay at the bottom. Slowly, painfully, she rose to her feet and began climbing out of the trench.

"Not running away, Kandai?" she asked. "You’re no dummy. This is the best chance you’ll ever get. Your only...chance, maybe. But it’s a lot... unh!.... lot smaller than you thought it’d be... isn’t it?"

She held up her thumb and forefinger, keeping them very close together, to illustrate just what kind of odds she was giving him. He backed away, his lower lip quivering with terror.

"That... that helmeted bastard did me a favor, huh?" Luffa said. She clutched at her arm and shut her eyes tightly. "First I beat the crap out of you, and now he’s beaten the crap out of me, so you and I just about even. We can finally... s-settle it..."

She dropped to her knees and stifled a cry of pain. "Come on!" she rasped. "This is your chance! Fight me, you son of a bitch!"

"You’re sick, Luffa," Kandai muttered. "You’ve already lost! And here you are trying to pick another fight already! You’re not a ’Super Saiyan’, you’re a rabid dog!"

"You’re not... gonna... talk me to death... Kandai," she groaned.

"I won’t play your game," Kandai insisted, seemingly finding new courage. "You want me to attack you so you can kill me on your own terms. Well I love a good fight, but I like living more, so I’ll just wait until you pass out, and then we’ll see just how weakened you really are!"

"Good plan.." Luffa said. "Might even work on... on a dumbass Super Saiyan."

With an unholy determination, she rose to her feet again. This time she didn’t bother holding back her anguished cry. When she looked at Kandai, he could have sworn he saw a glint of green in her eyes, as if she had somehow managed to tap into her transformation again, and he stepped back involuntarily.

"But like you said, I’m a rabid dog, right? You should know, since you helped make this possible. You betrayed me, killed our son, and you left me to die."

"Shut up--"

"You’ll never be... free of me, Kandai. I’ll chase you all the way to hell to avenge my brat. That’s why you can’t bring yourself to fight me. Deep down inside... nngh!.... you know you’ve already lost!"

She dropped to her knees again. Kandai still felt the urge to take a step back.

"You’re wrong! I’ll--! I’ll--!"

"Go on! Fight me! Kill me if you can! I’d rather die than watch you embarrass yourself like this."

His eyes widened with a mixture of desperation and rage. With a savage growl, he summoned all the strength he had left and raised his fist to attack. Luffa smiled, and appeared to do the same, though she remained on her knees.

*******

For a single uncanny moment, she felt calm. The thing inside her was practically silent now, having gotten everything it demanded and then some. She would either avenge herself or die trying. As their fists came at one another, she looked into her husband’s eyes and saw a fire that she hadn’t seen in a very long time. It seemed right. Not perfect by any means, but right.

But the final blows never connected. Luffa caught the scent of something familiar, and then there was the sound of a plasma rifle discharging. There was a new smell, one of ozone and hot metal and scorched flesh. Kandai’s face went slack and his fist went off-course, sliding across Luffa’s forehead instead of smashing into her nose.

Her own attack hit home, but this brief distraction kept her from following through. She struck his abdomen hard, rupturing any number of organs, but without breaking the skin.

He stood there for an instant that seemed to last forever, swaying slightly as if his body couldn’t decide which way to fall. At last, he listed to one side and collapsed, a spray of blood issuing from his mouth as he hit the ground. Luffa stared at the burn mark on his chest, and reached out with her senses to confirm what she already knew.

Kandai was dead.

Luffa took a deep breath and looked around to find the shooter. Directly to her right she found Zatte standing beside her. The Dorlun woman had the power to conceal herself, and so she had walked right up with a plasma rifle and shot Kandai at pointblank range.

She wanted to know how and why. She imagined that Zatte wanted to tell her. But they didn’t speak. They didn’t even look at each other. They simply stared at Kandai’s body, and watched as the wind carried away the thin wisps of smoke from his wound.

NEXT: Destination Unknown.

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