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Heyyy so I don’t post my art much but I really liked this and I wanted to post about it
I’m still getting back into digitally drawing again (haven’t done it since maybe 2022) so it may not look perfect but I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. Criticism and advice is appreciated as long as it’s respectful!
the thing is that the original jessica jones show was a beautiful nexus of the most awful women you could fathom to meet. led by our intrepid misanthropic alcoholic ptsd-riddled heroine who violently pushes people away so she can be alone with her own misery, also featuring her cptsd poster child adopted sister who struggles with substance abuse, relentless ambition, and a mountain-sized ego that has her convinced she has a pure and correct grasp of right and wrong above all others, also featuring an unrepentantly unpleasant and unlikeable high-powered lesbian lawyer with a terminal illness who cheats on her wife with a secretary and later instigates the murder of the other lover she took after getting swindled. who else has done wretched women quite like this, in leading roles, without letting you squirm away from either their best or their ugliest aspects
Greatness in the Making Pt 3- Crocodile x GN!Reader
(Yeah, I'm pretending it hasn't been over a year since I've updated this)
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CW: gn reader, canon typical violence, swearing, slightly older reader, possible ooc Crocodile due to age, mdni, pre canon, some ocs for plot building
Pt Three: Dangerous Secrets Lead to Necessary Bonding
Safety was never guaranteed while at sea. Be it sea monsters or marines, the trust of the crew is what could determine if the celebration at the end of battle was due to victory or to honor someone's life.
Crocodile didn't like to let his guard down. Some things took a long time to unlearn after years of being on your own. He would try his best to look out for others, but to lean on those same people proved to be difficult.
Crocodile knew when he was being watched, and that typically meant someone was trying to size him up--possibly steal whatever was on his person. Now, that feeling would be set off from a casual head-count from the first mate or a crew member looking up from their book while he was in the kitchen.
It didn't take long for Crocodile to realize just how shot his nerves were at times, but he knew he couldn't really complain about the eyes on him. You, for example, made it very clear that he needed to prove himself capable. Crocodile wouldn't take it for granted that the Captain let him on board--not after years of being rejected by other crews and ships.
He did not fear loneliness, but if the Captain did decide to discard him on the next god-forsaken island, it would be a gruesome battle back out to the sea.
"Oi, whatchu daydreaming about over there? It's time for your next set of trainin,'" Of course, it was your voice that broke through his thoughts. He looked up to see you wrapping your hands in bandages before stretching.
He grunted. "What is it this time?" he didn't sound too excited. Any amount of training from you related to chores, chores, and more chores. Even if he could escape to the small library, it would only be a matter of time before you'd be coming with more work--whether labor or specific reading. But seeing your fists wrapped hinted that today was going to be a bit different than normal.
"Let's go on the deck."
It seemed to be a peaceful day. There wasn't much wind, so the ship bobbed gently with the waves. Some of the crew around was either finishing their own tasks or enjoying their hobbies. Overlooking the deck sat the Captain cheerfully smiling while a cigar rested in her hand. The first mate stood tall and firm in their posture--though that was their 'relaxed' pose.
A unique excitement hummed under Crocodile's skin. You told him to grab his dagger prosthetic. He was stubborn at first about using a normal one, but he knew the Captain was getting tired on things randomly breaking or tearing because of other. He wouldn't say it out loud, but your cockiness excited him too.
He knew everyone on the crew was tough. No one could convince him otherwise, and while swords and guns were typical weapons of choice, he noted that you had neither.
"Doesn't seem like a fair fight if you don't have a weapon. I could easily hurt you." Crocodile's grin was wide despite his 'kind' warning. His expression wavered a bit when some of the crew that was around chuckled at his comment. "Tch."
You gave your arms another good stretch before letting out a breath. "Let's go lizard boy."
...
A grunt heaved itself out of Crocodile's chest as his body landed on the wooden deck for the last time. He coughed as he slowly rose to his knees before his arms trembled and gave out again. He growled to himself at the sound of the crew's light laughter and as the ground echoed the steps of your approach.
You reached out your hand to the young man but wasn't surprised when he ignored it--hoisting himself up to sit and wincing at the pain. "You did good."
"Don't mock me!" he spat back quickly.
You sighed while shaking your head. "I've had easier fights. Don't go beating yourself up because of some cuts and bruises." Crocodile glared up at you but did notice the scratches on your arms and small knicks in your clothes. You fought him simply with your first--similar to his first encounter with the Captain. He huffed but his shoulders relaxed some.
Clapping echoed to the lower deck. "Bravo! Bravo! Good try likkle lizard." the Captain beamed down and even the first-mate seemed amused by the minute change in their expression.
"You will get stronger." you stated simply before turning and walking away.
Crocodile wiped some blood that trickled from the corner of his lip. Damn right!
~~~
The roar of a Sea-King seemed to rattle the mast and shake the sails. The crew chuckled and grinned as they drew their weapons. You turned to main door of the cabin. The Captain was napping, and the first-mate was taking a well-deserved rest too. Neither of them were coming out to help which meant that the threat was a minor one. The Captain expected her crew to take care of it, so you would.
It would have been nice to have the help considering the vast number of giant tentacles on the beast, but no matter.
You kissed your teeth and cracked your knuckles.
"I'm betting I'll slash more tentacles than you. Maybe even get the final blow!" your rival, the skilled gun-man, called out your way.
You simply rolled your eyes and leaped forward--dagger in hand. The beast was not a typical octopus; there were definitely more arms than eight. It didn't matter though as small and large arms dropped either on deck or in the sea. Pirates went for punches and kicks at the beast as well. You chuckled as the chef and some of the others pulled the limbs towards the kitchen, bulking up the food stores. It should have been an easy enough task for the day, but your eyes caught onto scruffy black hair and a shiny, sharp piece of metal.
Damn it! He should be inside folding the laundry! Crocodile was trying to figure out what the racket was outside, but wasn't paying enough attention to his surroundings. "Lizard-," you began to call out, but as the young man turned towards your voice, a tentacle pushed him off his feet and into the air with the sea as his landing. You grunted as your ran over to railing and leaned. "Oi, hurry up and get to the rope!" You ignored the taunts thrown by the gun-man. You were about to turn back to finish the Sea-King, but there was no movement in the water. What the?
Before you could really process it, you were already diving into the sea. Your eyes quickly adjusted to the water, and you honed on Crocodile's body a few feet away, sinking at a steady pace. This guy! You kicked your feet quickly to catch up to him.
Crocodile seemed to be out cold. His eyes were closed, and air bubbled out his mouth from his lungs. You groaned as pulled onto his sleeve before getting a firm grasp on his arm. You pulled and fought the water--fighting to get back to the boat. You gasped loudly after you surfaced and turned your attention to Crocodile. "Hey! Wake up!" you even shook him a bit, but there was only a few shallow coughs from the man. You swam quickly. Soon you two were by the rope, crew hollering and checking on you both. You situated Crocodile on your back before reaching for the first rope rail.
"Get the doc! NOW!"
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The wooden floorboards croaked a little as the door opened, but you didn't stand from your seat outside the infirmary. You glanced up at your Captain who had on a soft smile--trying not to seem too bright considering the serious situation. The first mate was nearly as unreadable as always.
"Oh no sad faces, rascal. The lizard will be fine." she smiled and placed a firm hand on your shoulder.
You grunted. "Dumbass, that's what happens when you don't pay attention." Seemed to play off that you obviously cared.
The Captain chuckled, seeing through your act. "Maybe, you could have left him to the sea. I know Johnson's going ta trouble yuh for losing the bet."
You huffed out a sigh at the thought of your rival's teasing. "I couldn't. You'd have my neck if he drowned."
Another hearty laugh. "Very, very true! Still, I heard you quickly dove in. That's care."
You didn't want to admit to that bit. "Whatever, he's an idiot. Who goes out to sea without being able to swim? Shit, or even float?"
"I don't think know-how is the problem here." the first-mate grunted out. You looked between the two, but their expressions didn't change even as they walked away.
That last statement threw you off. Why wouldn't knowing how to swim make a difference? You remained in your seat trying to wrap your head around the situation before the answer came at you suddenly. You glared at the infirmary door. That dumbass!
~~~
The plate shattered as it fell. A bullet went right through Crocodile's hand--sand falling from the hole before coming back to reform. Crocodile felt his face warm up and emotions heighten. He quickly turned around to where you and Johnson sat at the table. The lanky man laughed loudly as smoke trailed from his pistol as it spun. You, on the other hand, seemed unphased and turned the page in your book.
"Oi! What the hell?" Crocodile barked out. He then turned to you, hoping to get someone on his side. "The fucker shot me!"
You glanced up uninterested. "Okay so?" Now that Crocodile thought about it, it was odd seeing you two peacefully by each other. He had seen enough of your arguments and bets from afar to know it was unusual. Which meant...this was definitely a set up. He hissed. "Oh hush! I've been lecturing you about trust and such, and you're over here keeping damn secrets! Who the hell goes out to sea with a devil fruit and doesn't say anything?! You almost died!"
Crocodile felt the embarrassment crawl up his neck. He wasn't surprised to hear the words from you really. He had meant to bring it up, at least to the Captain, but it was too late now. Johnson snickered as he held his gun towards Crocodile again. The young man held his hands up. "Hey! Wait, wait!"
You only grunted. "Hmm, you'll be fine."
"WAIT! I can't always control it, okay? Don't fucking shoot me again!" You looked back at your rival before you both shook heads.
"Oh jeez, he's even dumber than I thought!" Johnson laughed before standing. "You got your work cut out for you, brat number one!" you hissed at the nickname and flicked him off as he left the kitchen.
You let out a deep breath as Crocodile finally started cleaning up the broken plate. "He's not wrong though. You need to learn to control your devil fruit. It won't help you if you end up in the sea again, but you can use it to fight."
Crocodile dumped the shards into the trash. "It's just sand..."
You nearly face-palmed. "Yeah, you're an idiot. Any devil fruit can be formidable if you know how to use it correctly." You stood up and stretched. "Well enjoy this easy day, Lizzard, because from here on out, it's gonna be an even bumpier ride. The real training begins now."
~~~
So...I do believe I have an idea for where this story is going. I'm thinking a series of events that add to Crocodile's development. I don't mind having OCs for the crew, but I don't want to get too caught up in that either. Definitely the Captain and first-mate will get fleshed out more especially since they were mentioned in the first fic that inspired this series. Maybe I'll do a separate post to at least organize the few OCs that will appear.
I seem to be getting back into my writing vibe this year, so cheers to that! Thanks for reading! My inbox is opened for ideas/questions/comments.
Pairing: Fake Fiancé!Fushiguro Toji x Single!Fem!Reader (Fake Relationship/Enemies/Neighbors to Lovers)
Synopsis: Your parents are having their annual Thanksgiving dinner which means for the next 24 hours, you are going to subjected to your family's prying questions about your dating status and why you don't have a ring on your finger yet...until now. This year, you have taken precautions by hiring Toji Fushiguro, the asshole single DILF nextdoor, as a fake husband. As part of his Rent-A-Boyfriend business, you, a single girl, are able to rent a hot guy for any event of your choosing as long as you're able to pay. But Toji doesn't want your money. After he sees you in your Thanksgiving dress, he wants much more than that, especially after you spill wine on his suit. You'll have to pay for that.
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse AU; Fake Relationship Trope; DILF/Older!Toji (Late 30s-Early 40s x Younger!Reader (20s-Early 30s); Next Door Neighbor Trope; Enemies to Lovers; Porn w/ Plot lol; Eye Fucking; Sexual Tension; Food Play; Sneaky Sex; Sex in Your Childhood Bedroom; Creaky Bedsprings; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Doggystyle; Hold The Moan; Creampie; Almost Caught
Word Count: 9.5k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: HAPPY THANKSGIVING Y'ALL!! I originally wanted to save this one for Christmas but I haven't written nothing for Thanksgiving yet lol. I may make a little series out of this, but if you're interested in my "Rent-A-Boyfriend" one shot w/ Sukuna, you can check it out HERE. -Jazz
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"This motherfucker," you growl to yourself, sitting on your couch in your rope. You have your arms crossed so tight around your bosom that you may just pop. "He's late!"
You have never been so angry in your life...well, other than last Thanksgiving when your nosey ass aunt asked you why you never show up with a man.
"I'm just curious," she said, putting each ringed finger up defense, her clothes dripping with the scent of French perfume. "No judgment here, but I've always wondered if you're hiding him from us. He must be quite good in bed if you're keeping him away from me."
She gave you a wink and sipped her third glass of wine while you sat on the couch with her, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. That was only the tip of the iceberg for you. Even your own parents were asking you about your dating life now.
"Baby, how come you don't have a man yet?" your mom asked. She sat on the couch with you and your hot chocolate, staring at you primly from over her glasses.
"Jesus, Mom!" you scoffed. "You better not ask me if I'm hiding him 'cause he's so good in the bedroom. Your sister already did that."
Your dad promptly stopped trying to get the new DVD player to work, giving you an aghast look over his shoulder. "She what?" he demanded.
"It's just that we haven't seen you brought any guy around us in years," your mom quickly continued. "Christmas dinners. Thanksgiving. Cookouts. You always come alone!"
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes despite desperately wanting to. "So what are you saying?" you demanded, placing your mug down. "That I need to go out and find a man? That my biological clock is ticking and I need to hurry up and have some kids?"
Your mom glared at you, obviously not appreciating your tone. But you didn't appreciate her third degree questions either. You were a grown ass woman! Plus, dating isn't as easy in modern times now as it was for her back when she was young.
"That's not what she's saying, honey," your dad said, trying soften the blow that your mom left. "We know dating is a lot harder for your generation with social media and all, but we just don't want you to be alone all the time. It gets...well, y'know...lonely."
You looked away, not wanting to see your dad's somber expression. He usually never involves himself in your dating life despite being your father, but realizing that he was just as concerned as your mom made you want to hide yourself under the covers for eternity.
"What about that nice guy I introduced you to at your father's work event?" your mom asked. "Yuji, wasn't it? He was nice and quite a looker!"
"Mom, don't," you scoffed, running your hands over your face. "I told you know: no more fixing me up with random guys. If I end up single with a bunch of cats then so be it."
"Don't say that," she hissed, giving you a pinch on the arm. "I'm not gonna allow you to talk that way. You'll need someone to take care of you, baby."
Which is what led you right to the "Rent-A-Boyfriend" website. You would've never even knew it existed if you hadn't seen the ad and QR code hanging up on your hot neighbor's door. After looking more into the business and realizing that it was a legit website where you can hire your own fake boyfriend for the evening, you concocted possibly the stupidest plan you've ever had in your life.
But what other choice did you have? During the holidays, there are none.
Plus, you had discussed the plan with your friend and that's when she explained to you that's how she met her boyfriend Sukuna. She had rented him as a fake boyfriend for her sister's wedding in the summer before they started dating. That was convincing enough for you.
Except you didn't expect to find your annoyingly hot asshole neighbor while browsing the website one day.
Knock-knock! goes a firm hand on your door.
Quickly, you jump from the couch and race over to the door, opening it to reveal your date for the evening. Tall, handsome, fit, and employed. Just your type. The only downside is that your date is the man you can hardly stand.
Toji Fushiguro, who moved in just three months ago, is one sexy motherfucker indeed. With his mouthwatering body, deep, timbre voice, and dark eyes, he is a walking wet dream standing at six-foot-two.
He is also a single dad with one son and a main hustle as a mechanic which he claimed on his "Rent-A-Boyfriend" profile that he does "very, very well". He only put in an application for the "Rent-A-Boyfriend" website when he needed to supplement his income for child support.
He is also obnoxious, loud, and inconsiderate when he brings over women to fuck late at night when you need to sleep. He makes it a point to tease you about it whenever he sees you since your apartment is right next to his. He has left you flowers, treated you to coffee, and taken your laundry to be washed as apologies, so he isn't that bad.
But since he is late tonight for your very important Thanksgiving dinner, you're starting to rethink that. "Jesus, there you are!" you shout. "You're fucking late! We were supposed to be at my parents' place, like, fifteen minutes ago!"
Toji blinks at you, unfazed. "Well, hi to you too," he scoffs, shoving his hands in his jeans. "My bad. I had to drop my kid off with his mom and traffic was a lot. I'm here though, ain't I?"
You scoff at the audacity of this man, ignoring the way his sweat clings to his pecs and biceps. He paired it with some jeans and dress shoes; not too dressy but not too casual either. Just like you told him. At least he listened to that. "Just get in here," you hiss, opening your door wider.
He smiles and comes right in like he owns the place, having to duck slightly to avoid hitting his head. When you close the door, he turns to you, his jaw working as he chews some gum. "You wearin' that?" he asks with a smirk. He whistles, his eyes roaming over your frame in your robe. "Not bad, though black really ain't your color, babe. You need somethin' brighter."
You ignore him, not in the mood for his bullshit tonight. "Just sit down and wait here," you growl, pointing at your couch. "I'm gonna go put up my dress. Don't steal anything."
You then turn and hurry to your bedroom, knowing that Toji is watching your ass. "No promises!" he calls after you. "You've got some nice shit in here."
For the next ten minutes, you scurry around your bedroom for shoes, makeup, and hair products while your date watches TV in your living room, laughing at an episode of some show. As you do your makeup in your mirror, you start to believe that maybe this is a totally stupid idea.
You started to feel like this a month ago when you met with Toji for drinks to discuss the linguistics of your plan to shut your family up about your dating life. "I need a fiancé," you told him over your dirty martini. "Not a boyfriend. And if you can't do that, I'll understand."
But Toji just laughed, sipping his scotch and giving you a smoky look. "Just tell me what you want me to do," he said. "Though I'm shocked a pretty thing like you isn't pullin' a guy on a daily."
You had explained to him that this wasn't the case. You can pull guys; the problem is that your relationships with them never last past the talking stage. That's where Toji comes in: he will act as your fake fiancé for the next few months (with pay, of course) until you both decide it's time to break things off.
You will still have your life and he will still have his. Only at events where your family members will be in attendance. To test things out, you decided to introduce Toji to your parents over dinner after two weeks of preparing and prepping him. He did shockingly well and took the heat of your mom's grilling with no break in character whatsoever.
You understood right then why he was rated top choice on the website. You thought that this plan would work out swimmingly...until the mistake you made last week that resulted in phone sex with your fake fiancé.
But you push that thought away when you finally finish your makeup and hair. After putting on your heels, you race downstairs to see Toji helping himself to a glass of water. You hurry past him, grabbing your coat. "Okay, we have to go," you say in a rush. "My mom is already blowin' up my phone about..."
You pause, staring at him in confusion. He stares back at you, silent and looking almost starstruck. "What?" you ask.
"You're wearin' that?" he asks, pointing at your dress. You decided on your figure-hugging wrap dress with some nylons and heels to accompany your dangling earrings and glossy nails. "This is my family dinner dress," you explain.
Toji's eyes suddenly become darker and he places his glass in your sink, his attention now on you. "That should be your date dress too. Goddamn." He exhales the word, making a warm feeling curl up in your stomach. "I'm sure the pervin' uncles will be all over you tonight."
"Shut up," you scoff as he snickers at his own joke. "And I thought I told you no flirting in private. Remember our rules?"
The rules that you broke just a week ago. Rules that you put in place to make sure that you don't have sex with your fake fiancé.
"Ya mean your rules," he grumbles, pursing his lips in indifference. "Only rule I got is for you to pay me $200 for every event you bring me to. You're the one who's afraid of fallin' in love with me."
"Please," you scoff, grabbing your house key from the hook hanging beside your door. You drop it into your purse where your phone and extra makeup is. "You may be fine and all, but single dads with poor time management skills aren't my type."
Toji smirks, liking your spiciness. "Uh-huh. Keep tellin' yourself that, sugar." He walks out of the kitchen, dragging his hand across your waist. "So you think I'm fine, huh? Is it the sweater?"
You move away from him, immediately yanking open the door. "We're late," you hiss. "Let's go before my mom calls 911."
"Fine, fine," he sighs, rolling his eyes. "I don't want you bitchin', so I warmed up the car. Just don't get no lipstick on my seats."
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Moments later, you realize that fake dating Toji is a very bad, very dumb, very horrible idea. "Toji?"
"Mmm-hmm," he hums, inhaling the smoke from his cigarette.
"Your hand is wandering," you answer through gritted teeth. "And I told you no smoking near me."
He side-eyes you, one hand on the steering wheel where his cigarette sticks between his index and middle fingers. The other hand, which was promptly on yours, pulls away despite him leaving your skin burning from his touch. "My God, you're a pain," he groans. "No wonder you're single. I'm blowin' it out the window so it's not gonna ruin your pretty outfit."
To prove it, he takes a drag of his cig and blows the smoke out the window into the cold November air. You hate how hot he looks doing it. It makes you as warm as the rush of heat exploding from the car heater.
"Excuse me?!" you scoff, glaring at him. "So it's my fault that I'm single? Is that what you're saying?" Toji barely reacts to your strong reaction to his words, keeping his eyes fixed on the road. "It's my fault I'm single too. Megumi's mom didn't think I was a bang-up husband, so she dumped me and I've been wifeless ever since."
He told you all about this during your meeting at the bar to discuss your wows over your family's grilling sessions over your dating status. You've seen Megumi come over to visit Toji sometimes, but most of the time, he's with his mother.
Toji side-eyes you, his brows knitted together in confusion. "What's the big deal? You act like it's the end of world being single."
You glare at the stud sitting next to you, not caring if his side profile is fit for the Gods or that the tiny scar on his lip turns you on. Maybe his wife decided to leave him because he has no filter and can't help but be an asshole. "First of all, I don't act like anything," you argue. "And it's not me; it's my family. As I told you when we met, they always ask about my dating status and why I'm not married yet. It's never about how my job is or if I'm doing well."
You hug yourself despite your wool coat and the heat, suddenly feeling cold all over. "Well, maybe you need a new family," Toji jokes, giving you a playful look. Despite yourself, you give him a crooked smirk. "See? Gotcha to smile. I'm doin' pretty good at this 'fake boyfriend' thing so far."
He takes another drag of his cigarette, glaring at the car behind him that's on his ass. "You're not even my fake boyfriend," you remind him. "You're my fake fiancé."
He honks the horn, telling the car to go around him with one wave of his big hand and thick fingers. "So? I'm still killin' this shit." You hum to yourself, pursing your lips in a way you shouldn't because he notices. "What? You don't think so?"
Still, you don't answer, watching the houses of twinkling Christmas lights pass you by. "What about our last phone call?" he asks, his voice becoming low and husky. "You certainly thought so when I was tellin' you to-"
"Cut it out," you hiss, pushing his hand off of your thigh. It had begun to creep over to you again. "You seem to be confusing yourself. We're not together, Toji. This is just pretend. I'm paying you to act as my fiancé."
You say it with as much conviction as you can, but even as you say it, the words taste sour to you. You don't feel as if you've convinced Toji or yourself enough. Your fake fiancé stops as a red light and turns to you, his eyes sultry and way too intimate for what you have with him. "So was the night you hit me up at 3AM and came for me on the phone pretend too?"
You wither like a flower, all of the confidence in your self control leaving you in a rush. "Don't bring that up," you weakly demand.
Last week, you made the mistake of drinking wine at dinner with your friend and then taking too many shots at the club with her afterwards. When you got back home, you were drunk and so horny that your rose toy couldn't do much to satisfy you.
So what did your drunk, horny ass do? You called Toji. Well, first you texted him to see if he was up. To your surprise and horror, he read your message and called you. He peeped that you had a fun time at girls' night immediately and asked very bluntly if he could help you "wind down".
That night, you made the mistake of touching yourself to the sound of Toji's deep voice, luscious moans, and porn-worthy growls and grunts while he stroked his cock to you. You came your brains out as he exploded all over his hand, the sound of his hand wetly stroking his big dick pushing you over the edge.
Phone sex with him was by far the most exciting thing that has happened to you in months! Which was why you couldn't do it again. If you did, you couldn't trust yourself to not turn this into something.
But Toji, ever the pushy motherfucker he is, isn't having it. "Why?" he asks with a teasing smirk, his dark eyes glittering with mirth that pisses you off. "'Cause you know you liked it? Or is it 'cause you desperately want me to fu-"
"We're here," you interrupt, pointing at your parents' house coming up the way. "Pull over next to that BMW." Toji does as he’s told and pulls into your parents’ driveway decorated with candy canes. He keeps quiet as he does and thank God he does because you were about to take the wheel and crash his shit yourself.
You don't want to think about how sexy he sounded when he came for you over the phone or how much your body reacted to his orders as if you were a puppet connected to his strings. Tonight is very important and shortly after the holidays, you will break it off.
So you put on your best smile as Toji leads you to your parents' front door and places a hand on your waist. "And you're sure this is gonna work?" he asks.
"It'd better," you mutter. "Even if it doesn't, I'll pay you for your time. Now let's get this shit over with." You ring the doorbell and immediately, one of your aunties, already wine drunk, opens the door for you and your date. Her eyes cascade over Toji in a not-so-innocent manner. She doesn't try to hide it either. "Well, there's the fiancé I've heard so much about," she hums. "My, you are a looker."
You warned Toji about your horny aunties, but he is prepared, having dealt with his fair share of older women. "Thank you, ma'am. You're not too bad yourself." You are impressed with his relaxed and playful response.
Your auntie is too because she gives a big, raucous laugh and waves a manicured hand. "Tell that to my third husband. You'll meet him tonight." She opens the door wider for you and Toji, waving you both inside. "Come on in, kids!" she shouts, not so subtly stealing a glance at Toji's ass.
The house is decorated with early Christmas decorations and smells of cooking food. The fireplace is blazing, the football game is on, and all of your family is here...and staring at you and Toji. You gulp, feeling that familiar lump in your throat.
Luckily, your dad appears from the kitchen with a bottle of wine and two glasses, wearing his best Cashmere sweater. "Oh, they're here, honey!" he shouts to your mom in the kitchen. "Nice to see you two. Let me take your coats."
He hugs and kisses you before lowering his wine and taking your coat to put in the closet by the staircase. "Toji, you remember my dad." You wrap an arm around Toji's waist, ignoring how good he smells; like spiced cinnamon. "'Course. Thank you for havin' me over tonight, Mr. L/N."
The two clap hands and firmly shake. Your dad looks pleased by your "fiancé's" grip the second time around. "Well, according to my daughter, you're part of the family now. Hey, have you met my nephews yet? They're just as big as you are!"
He points over at your three nephews who all play CrossFit and are just as tall as Toji. "No, I haven't," Toji says, looking at you for comfort. Despite your dad's seemingly kind smile and demeanor, you know what game he's playing at. He wants to see if your fiancé can handle pressure and protect you.
You place a hand on Toji's broad shoulder and stand on your toes to reach your ear. "He's only tryin' to intimidate you," you whisper. "Just play along. I'll go deal with my mom."
Toji nods and presses a kiss to your cheek, making your heart pound. He then follows your dad over to the couch where your nephews are piled up watching the game. "Hey, fellas, have you met Y/N's fiancé yet?" he shouts. "They've been dating behind my back for a year! She had the nerve to tell me it's 'cause she knows how me and her mom get!"
You resist the urge to roll your eyes, shockingly feeling bad for Toji. But you know that your dad is better than your mom, so you make a beeline to the kitchen to handle her. The scent of cooking turkey in the oven fills the air and you find your mom standing at the counter in her apron, coating the turkey in the broth it was cooking in.
Your sister and other aunt sits at the island with a glass of white whine, exclaiming when she sees you. "Oh, there she is: Ms. Soon-To-Be Married! When's the wedding?"
You were prepared for the barrage of questions related to Toji as soon as you walked in, so you bite your tongue and smile as you hug your aunt. "We're thinkin' next spring. I'll introduce you to him later."
The older woman tuts, squeezing your cheeks as if you're still a kid. "I can introduce myself, dear. I have to make sure my niece is satisfied with her soon-to-be-husband." She gives you a suggestive wink and you feel like killing yourself. "But he's quite big, so I doubt I'll have much to worry about," she whispers.
You visibly cringe while your mom side-eyes her. "Lay off the wine, please," you sigh, taking the glass from your aunt against her will. After some more banter, she takes off to meet Toji and you are left with the fire-breathing dragon in her apron.
Awkwardly, you inch up to her and kiss her sweaty cheek. "Sorry we're late, Mom," you apologize. "Toji had to drop off his kid."
Your mom abruptly stops coating the turkey and turns to you with a sharp eyebrow raised. "He has a kid? You didn't tell me that. Does that mean he has a baby mama too?"
You force yourself to stay calm even though the kitchen has grown a thousand times hotter than earlier. "Yes, Mom, but it's not like that. Toji is very much with me." She simply hums but it isn't a good, pleased hum. It's a hum that means she disagrees but doesn't want to say it.
Feeling your irritation quickly rise to the surface, you wait until she puts the turkey back in the oven to say something. "Is something wrong?" you finally ask. You can't help the sharpness in your tone. You don't get a hug or a kiss, but she has the time to grill you about your dating choices.
She senses it and turns to you, her glasses slightly foggy from cooking. "I just think you're making a mistake with him," she sternly tells you, placing a hand on her hip. "A man like that isn't going to make you happy in the long run, Y/N."
Instantly, all of the anger you spent so long bottling up comes leaking out. "Do you even know what makes me happy, Mom?" you ask, resisting the urge to scream at her. "My job. My cat. My friends. My TV shows. The only thing that you seem to care about is who I'm dating."
"That's not true!" she quietly hisses, weary of your family listening. But you don't give a fuck. You want everyone to hear. "But you're getting older now, Y/N, and I don't want you to end up alone and single. It's important to-"
"To what?" you scoff, scowling at her. "To please you and Dad? You don't like my fiancé anyway, so what's the point in even telling you about who I'm with? You'll never be satisfied!"
Feeling tears push past your eyes, you quickly blink them away to avoid ruining your eye makeup. You turn away from your mom to busy yourself collecting plates from the cabinets above your head. "I don't want to talk about this right now. Just let me set the table."
Before your mom can agree or refuse, you stomp out of the kitchen with a handful of plates, silverware, and tablecloth napkins folded under your arm. By the time you make it to the dining room, you can feel the tears rising and have to bite your tongue to keep them at bay.
You jump when you suddenly feel hands on your waist and turn to see Toji grinning at you. "You've got some horny ass cougars in your family," he chuckles but his smile fades with he sees your pinched expression. "You good?" he whispers.
You turn away from him, placing all the dishes on the table. "Yeah, m'fine. Just pass out the napkins for me." You silently pass him the napkins and begin silently passing out plates for each set chair, not looking at Toji. "Did your mom piss you off?" he asks, still keeping his voice low.
And you don't know why but the sound of concern in his tone pisses you off even further. You slam down a plate firmer than intended, the sound echoing throughout the empty room. "What does it matter to you, Toji?" you snap. "I'm paying you to be here, so it shouldn't be a big deal to you."
After that, Toji is quiet but you can feel his eyes on you, intently watching as you finish setting the table with plates, silverware, and wine glasses. An hour later, the table is filled with food and family piling their plates high and filling their glasses to the rim with wine.
You sit between Toji and one of your uncles, your mom and dad sitting at both ends of the table. Despite your irritation, you chat with family and drink about two glasses of wine in between bites of turkey, mashed potato, and stuffing. The wine starts to have a strong effect on you, causing your eyes to travel over to Toji.
You steal glances at him, roaming over his side profile and the way his chest pushes against his sweater, his pecs dying to get free. You watch the way his mouth moves when he chews or how his lips pucker when he sips on his Brandy. His thick fingers toy with his fork and knife, cutting, slicing, and forking to take bites.
He's too hot for his own good. Unfortunately, his closeness and the wine have combined, making your panties feel a lot tighter than normal. You can't remember the last time you were this horny in front of family.
Other than that, dinner goes as well as it can, regardless of all of the prying questions directed at you and Toji: "How long have you been together?" "When did you decide to get married?" "When's the wedding? I have a planner I can refer you to!" "You're quite a big man, Toji! What's your workout plan?"
But the burning questions mostly come from your mom sitting at the head of the table. "So, Toji, what exactly do you do for a living again?" She folds her hands beneath her chin, silently sizing up your fiancé sitting beside you. But Toji is ready, answering her respectfully. "I'm a mechanic. I own my own practice."
Your mom's lips pull into a tight-lipped line. Here we fucking go. "Hm. Y/N said you have a kid. You must know it'll be a job to juggle that and a new marriage, I'm sure."
Irritation bubbles to the surface inside you again, but it is quelled by Toji's sudden hand on your knee. Not sexual or suggestive, but comforting. He's really playing his part. "Most definitely, but I'm ready for it. Y/N isn't somethin' I need to juggle at all; it comes natural to me."
You gape at him, shocked into silence. Your aunts "awwww" at the sweet answer while your mom simply sips her wine. "Let's just hope you'll have enough money for that," she mutters.
You grip your wine glass hard enough to break it. While you're silent crashing out, Toji just smiles but there's an edge to it. "Oh, I'll have enough. Someone is always in a car accident."
The table grows quiet, obviously waiting for your mom to throw more fire, but you jump up, causing the chair to squeal against the floorboards. "I'll be back," you announce before quickly hurrying to the kitchen.
Once you're inside, you grip the sides of the sink and try to breathe. In and out, in and out, in-
"Hey." You turn, finding Toji standing behind you with a confused expression. "What's up?" he murmurs. "Why'd you leave me out there?" You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose to avoid busting into tears in front of this man. "I'm sorry, I just got anxious. I needed a minute."
Toji scowls at you but not rudely; just quizzically. Like you're a puzzle he can't figure out. "Is it me?" he asks.
"No!" you reply, putting a hand on his arm. But quickly, you snatch it away, realizing your mistake. "No, you're just defending yourself. It's my mom a-and...and everybody! I feel like the spotlight is ALWAYS on me and I can't catch a fucking break!"
You huff to yourself, frustrated and feeling foolish. "This was a mistake," you lament. You pick up your empty glass and pour yourself more red wine from the bottle on the counter. "Maybe we should just tell them the truth and-"
Suddenly, Toji snatches your arm and red wine splashes onto his sweater. You squeak, turning around in time to see the red splotch appear in the cashmere fabric. "Jesus!" you gasp. "What did you do that for?!" He doesn't reply, only winks at you.
You then hear footsteps and turn to see one of your uncles with his cane. "You two lovebirds okay in here?" he asks. Toji nods, sighing at the stain. "Yeah, Y/N was just feelin' woozy and had an accident. You okay now, baby?"
His eyes compel you to play along and you do, nodding for him. "Looks like she spilled some red on ya too," your uncle announces. "That's quite a stain, son."
Toji chuckles, taking a wad of paper towels as he takes your hand in his. "I'll get it out, but she comes first. I'm gonna walk her upstairs to lay down."
Without another exchange, your uncle lets you pass him by to exit the kitchen. You go out one of the other exits that doesn't lead into the dining room but through the small washroom into the living room. Toji practically drags you upstairs and you follow, silently wondering what the hell he's up to.
But his ass certainly looks nice from this angle. With him ahead of you, you can easily ogle at his perfectly round, firm ass without feeling shame.
"Where's your bedroom?" he whispers. You swallow, surprised you can even speak. "To the right with the Barbie poster on it." He nods and continues to venture upstairs until he finally gets to your childhood bedroom. He slowly opens it, revealing pink wallpaper, boyband posters, a Hello Kitty lamp, and a Barbie dream house in the corner.
He snickers as he leads you into your room even as you cringe. "You were a Barbie girl?" he cackles. "That's so cute! Ha, ha, look at this place! It's so girly!"
"Shut up," you groan, taking your hand out of his to cross your arms over your bosom. "Now what are you up to? Why'd you spill wine on yourself?"
Finally, Toji's smile fades, replaced with a smoldering look that seems even hotter in your dimly-lit room. "To finally get your sexy ass alone." Before you can ask him what the hell he is doing, his lips are on yours and his hands are on your ass.
You squeak with surprise at the sudden attack on your mouth and butt, but it's not exactly unwelcome. His lips are so soft and his hands grip you in a way that has your body feeling hot and tingly. He moans as he moves his lips with yours as if he has needed this just as much as you have, his mouth tasting of ripe wine. When he pulls away, you are dazed and confused...and oh-so wet. "W-What?" you dumbly ask. "Wait, Toji, we can't-"
"Why the fuck not?" he softly growls. He gently pushes you against your door, right up against your One Direction poster. "We're both attracted to each other, ain't we? That call told me everythin' I needed to know."
He leans in, dragging his lips down your throat as he raises your hands over your head, pinning them against the door. You're damn weak in the knees that you let him, moaning when his knee wedges between your thighs, his thigh rubbing against your panties. "And don't think I missed those looks you were tossin' at me earlier," he murmurs. "Plus, you seemed like you needed some relief."
His tongue juts out to lick down your throat before reaching your cleavage. "Y'know, I'm real good with my hands, babes," he whispers. "I don't just fix cars for pretty girls. I can be real good."
His eyes glint up at you, filled with a suggestive playfulness, as he drags his tongue down to suck on the tops of your breasts. "Toji," you softly moan. "W-We shouldn't..." But your empty protest falls flat as he releases your wrists and pulls your dress down to expose your tits to him.
"God, baby," he groans, staring at your tits in awe. "I've been wantin' to taste these for so long." He then latches his lips around each hard nipple, massaging the other that his mouth can't enjoy.
He is so damn cocky with it too because he knows he's got you on a hook like a fish. If you really didn't want this, you'd be shoving him off and leaving. But instead, here you are, biting back moans and grinding your pussy against his thigh in an effort to relieve the insistent throb in your panties.
"Shit," you hiss as Toji nibbles on one of your nipples, making you flinch slightly as his teeth graze the hardened, sensitive peak. "Not so rough!" He laughs with your titty still in his mouth, apologizing by giving it a gentle suck as he massages the other, tweaking your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
You have to bite your lip to keep your moans and whimpers stifled, but his soft, wet lips and big hands feel so good touching and tasting you. He must sense your impatience because he finally pulls away from your nipple, leaving a trail of spit in his wake. Both of your tits are dripping in his saliva and you couldn't be hotter from that fact.
He gives you a smirk and reaches into his back pocket. You look down, seeing the can of Cool Whip there. He shakes it and squirts some in his mouth, humming at the sweet taste. You watch his fat tongue jut out to lick his lips, your pussy crying with yearning for a feel.
"I stole this away for a reason," he cackles before squirting some whipped cream on your bottom lip. You don't move, afraid to have it drip onto your dress. "C'mere." He yanks you forward and sloppily kisses you, your tongues swirling together as he licks up all of the whipped cream from your mouth.
He does the same to each of your nipples, squirting some of the sticky, white cream onto them before slurping and licking it off. You moan and whine above him, gripping his head to keep him close as you arch your chest into his mouth. Finally, he pulls away, his eyes darker than usual. "Delicious," he groans. "Lay your ass down."
You can hardly resist the deep growl in his tone or the heated look he gives you, so you quickly scramble to your bed. He shoves you onto your back onto your Barbie bedspread and places the Cool Whip on your nightstand beneath your Hello Kitty lamp.
He smirks at you, the silver moonlight glowing through your window illuminating his face, as he pries your thighs apart. "Keep it down while I'm down here. Don't need your folks comin' up here and gettin' a pussy flash."
He drags your dress up your thighs and leans in to press his face against his mound, his lips sliding against the wet spot where your puffy pussy lips press against the fabric. You bite back a loud moan as a shock of electricity shoots through you, pleasurable and addictive.
He continues to do that, rubbing his nose against your panties and pressing kisses to your fabric-covered pussy, quickly driving you insane. "Toji," you whine. He chuckles, pulling your panties aside to reveal your soaked, soft, pretty, puffy pussy to him...and even then, he continues to slowly kiss you on your clit.
"You asshole!" you hiss, digging your nails into his shoulder. "Stop fuckin' around and just-o-oh, shit!"
Your anger is sedated when the cool sensation of the whipped cream squirted on your inner thighs stops you short. Toji licks all of it up from your thighs before transitioning to your pussy, mixing the sweet taste of the whipped cream with your wetness. As soon as his tongue hits your cunt, you are in a whole other world. You don't even think about the fact that your family is right downstairs.
Toji should put his pussy-eating skills on his "Rent-A-Boyfriend" profile because they are exceedingly exceptional. Even better: they are fucking magical. He is certified munch with the way he completely worships your pussy, forcing your thighs apart with his big, firm hands as he laps and sucks at your pussy.
You moan and whimper above him, gripping his shoulders and locks of black hair as his tongue slithers between your folds to reach your core. You have to bite your lip to keep from sobbing in pleasure as his tongue takes you on a journey through the stars, his soft lips cushioning your clit as his tongue flickers up to internally caress your clit.
Soon, you find yourself grinding your hips against his face, practically riding it, as you quickly feel your orgasm rising to the surface. You didn't realize how much you needed this until he finally got you on your back with your legs spread. If this is his way of being the perfect fake fiancé, he can keep it coming.
Speaking of "coming", you can feel yourself getting closer and closer as Toji moans and grunts into your pussy. You can see him grinding his bulge against your leg as he eats you out, making your orgasm rise even faster. "O-O-Oh, Toji, fuck!" you quietly whimper, stammering and stuttering. "Y-You're gonna...oh, shit, you're gonna make me cum!"
"Mmm-hmm," Toji hums, cupping his hands under your ass to tilt your pelvis upward. This makes it easier for him slide his tongue deeper inside of you, rubbing your clit with his nose as he eats you out like his life depends on it.
Sloppy, wet sounds of his tongue swirling with your wetness fill the air along with the wet sucking of his soft lips and your attempts at keeping your voice to a minimum. "Right there!" you moan, squeezing your eyes shut as your body begins to float. "Yes, yes, right fucking the-"
KNOCK-KNOCK!
You nearly jump out of your skin, covering your mouth and looking at the door. "Y/N?" your mom calls. "Toji? What's going on in there? Why's the door closed?"
Toji immediately tears his tongue out of you, scrambling to stand. "Shit!" he swears, wiping his mouth. Quickly, he passes you a trash can and fixes your dress for you. "Cover yourself and pretend to throw up."
Without even thinking about it for a second more, you scramble underneath the bedspread and grip the trashcan to you, making fake heaving sounds. Your heart pounds when you hear Toji's heavy footsteps lead towards the bedroom door.
Creeeeak goes the door as it opens. You peak your head out a bit to see your mom standing by the door with Toji. "What's going on?" she her expression pinched. "Y/N, are you sick?" You reply to her with a groan, still shielded by the covers so you look like a big lump underneath them.
"Said she had a bad reaction to the wine," Toji explains. She must've drank too much and ate too lit." Your mom mutters something that you can't hear; probably something to criticize you again. "Y/N," she huffs indignantly, "I told you not to do that. Why do I always have to treat you like a child?"
You have to grip the trash can tighter to keep from flinging the covers off of you and exploding with anger. "I've got it from here, Ms. L/N," Toji firmly yet politely says. "You don't have to worry 'bout her. She's good." He looms over your mom, looking like your protector.
Your mom looks like she wants to argue but a crash from downstairs stops her short. "That sounds like it concerns you," Toji says, keeping a hand on the doorknob. Your mom continues to linger for a moment more before she finally gives in. "Call me if she needs something," she mutters before she shuts the door behind her.
You wait until her footsteps descend down the steps before you toss the trash can aside and fling the covers off of you. You have gotten increasingly wetter, you realize; there is a wet spot staining your mattress now. All of this just because Toji defended you?
He comes back over to you, immediately kneeling down at eye level with your cunt. "Now...where were we?" he purrs. "Oh, yeah. I was about to make you cum your brains out, wasn't I?" He smirks, yanking your ankles toward him so you're closer to him. "Keep it down though, would ya? You've got kids in your family."
And then he dives back in and proceeds to make you cum, even as you writhe, sob, and moan with your hand clapped over your mouth to muffle your sounds. You grip the duvet beneath you as that knot in your core tightens in preparation of your intense O. "Oh, fuck!" you moan behind your hand. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Toji, yes!"
Finally, with the help of your fake fiancé, you cum your brains out. Literally. Your mind feels like it's floating as your eyes roll back and your thighs shake around Toji's head, your pussy gushing into his mouth. He eats it all up, greedily and eagerly, moaning as he does so. With every lick, his mouth takes away all of the things your mom said and the nasty feelings she gave you.
'He's perfect,' you deliriously think, lying there and panting. You finally come down from your intense high, still tingly and filled with a heat that only Toji can satiate. It only gets worse when he finally pulls away from your pussy after a sloppy kiss and licks your gush off of his soft lips. "Better than the pumpkin pie," he purrs. "How do ya feel?"
Quickly, you sit up and yank at his sweater, much to his humor. He laughs as he helps you strip him shirtless, exposing his toned stomach, big pecs, and happy trail to you. "Like I want your dick in my mouth," you boldly reply. "Take off your pants."
Toji's brows raise a bit at your dirty answer, but his dick pulses in his pants, much to your satisfaction. You fold your legs underneath you and watch as his fingers tease the zipper to his pants, the zzzzzip sound of his fly coming undone sending a zip of electricity through your gut.
When he finally shrugs off his pants and briefs, your eyes widen an inch. Mostly in shock but also in excitement. What Toji is packing should classify for its own category on his profile. His cock, big, long, and thick with a pulsing vein trailing from his heavy, cum-filled balls sinewy with black hair to his pink, pierced tip, is just as pretty as he is.
He smirks at you, your arousal and astonishment evident, and then breathlessly laughs when you wrap a hand around his dick. You begin to slowly stroke him, getting used to his girth, and cup his balls with the other as you stroke him up and down from base to tip. His low groans egg you on, pushing you to keep doing what you're doing.
He stares at you with hooded eyes as you grow bolder and lean in to press sloppy kisses to his shaft, coating his dick in spit. "My, how eager of you. You come off like you ain't had dick in months." You purse your lips at him and give his balls a thug, making him gasp. "Don't be mean," you purr before you envelope in your mouth.
"Shit!" Toji swears, his jaw tensing as he sharply inhales, almost as if your mouth is too much for him. You start to feel like his big, fat dick is too much for you and your jaw. It starts to ache as your lips stretches around him the more you take him, bobbing your head up and down to slide his along your tongue.
Toji is in his own world, watching you as you watch him, sucking his cock while you staring deep into his eyes. "Shit, mama," he groans. He tangles his hand through your hair, gently gripping the back of your scalp. "You've got a mouth on you...but I knew that already. I've wanted this since we met at that bar."
Your pussy throbs in excitement at his admission. "Mmmm," you hum around his thick cock, pulling back before you slide your mouth back onto him.
"Oooo, that look," he coos. "The feeling's mutual, ain't it, doll?" Thinking quickly, you reach for the bottle of whipped cream and wetly pop off of his dick to squirt some onto his shaft in a creamy line. Then you envelope him again, deeper this time, your throat flexing around him. "God!" he groans, his jaw tense and thick neck pulsing with a vein. "You little...you're gonna fuckin' get it later."
He grips your scalp tighter, digging his fingers into your hair, and forcing you to take more of him until he is nearly down your throat, his balls flush against your chin. "You want it deeper?" he grunts. "Fine. Take that dick deeper, you little slut." He sinks his cock deeper down your throat, earning a gurgly, sweet gagging sound of your throat flexing around him in return.
He begins to slowly fuck your mouth, making him groan and causing drool to drip down your chin to your titties, coating them in your slick saliva. You feel dirty and slutty, sucking dick in your childhood bedroom while your family is downstairs, unaware of what you're getting up to upstairs.
Toji tilts his head back and closes his eyes, enjoying the heaven that is your throat. "Yes, baby," he moans. "That's what I like. That's perfect." You watch his thick neck and throat, envisioning it to be coated in your kisses. You place your hands flat on his toned stomach, indulging in his abs while he indulges in your slick, sloppy throat.
Soon, his thrusts grow a bit rougher, causing your throat to squelch and your eyes to burn with tears. "Shit, I'm gonna cum!" he hisses, his face flush red as his thrusts grow a bit faster as he chases his orgasm. "'Bout to give all of these babies, baby. You ready?"
You eagerly nod, humming around his cock to send vibrations all the way down to his balls.
KNOCK-KNOCK!
Your heart falls right into your ass at the horrifying sound of another knock at the door. Toji abruptly tears himself out of your mouth and shoves his pants on before tossing his sweater back on. "Fuckin' fuck!" he growls. "Coming!" Quickly, you hit the bed and scramble under the covers, pulling them over your head.
You hear Toji open the door and greet the person standing there. "Hey, your parents sent me up to check on Y/N," one of your uncles explains. "How she doin'?"
You pretend to be asleep, making your breathing as even as possible despite the vigorous dick-sucking earlier. "Just asleep, but I'm keepin' watch over her," Toji answers, luckily catching on. "She made a mess in here." You could've killed him for that line, secretly wiping his pre-cum from your chin.
"Oh, well, we're gonna have Game Night soon!" your uncle chirps. "Wouldn't want her to miss out on family Monopoly!" Toji gives a fake ass laugh, making you want to giggle but you keep your composure. "Thanks, I'll make sure she feels better."
Luckily, your uncle takes that and leaves. As soon as his footsteps recede, Toji closes the door. You tear the covers off of you and face him, shivering at the lustful expression on his face. He rips off his sweater again and palms his dick in his jeans, that achingly hard cock of his making you salivate. "Does your door have a lock?" he growls.
Wordlessly, you nod and point at the top where a latch is. He figures it out quickly, locking your bedroom door with a satisfying click.
You damn near feel the lust and need radiating off of Toji as he storms over to you, sliding his pants down so his dick is out, slapping against his stomach. "Now get your ass up and your face down. I'm gonna kill somebody if I don't get to fuck you."
You couldn't agree more. Slowly, you get into position, hiking your dress up so your ass is sticking out for him. You then gently place your head down on a heart-shaped pillow, shivering in anticipation for what is to come next.
SMACK!
You gasp at the harsh sound that echoes throughout the bedroom when Toji spanks you. He chuckles when you shoot him a sharp stare, but all of that irritation dies when he slaps his dick against your pussy. "You want this?" he teases and you nod, biting back your whimpers.
Finally, he slides home inside of you and you have to bite the pillow to keep from moaning. "Fuck!" he groans, filling you with his bulbous tip. Even his tip is big! You suck in a breath from the stretch, wondering if your wetness will be enough to help you take him.
He begins to slowly thrust, keeping them gentle and careful to give you time to adjust. But as he does, the bedsprings make their grand appearance. "Careful!" you hiss. "The bed creaks! Someone might hear us!" He softly chuckles, gripping your hips to pull you flush against him. "You'd better hold that moan then."
Minutes later, he is full-on fucking you doggystyle on your childhood bed, bumping his pelvis against your ass, creating a symphony of hushed moans, gasps, and skin slapping against skin. You bite your pillow every time his balls slap against your clit, making your head spin and your eyes roll back. Your body explodes with crackles and sparks of pleasure, making you shudder against him.
Toji swears, slowing his thrusts down to scowl at your bed. "Shit, you're right, babe: your bed makes alotta fuckin' noise." He slowly pulls out, his cock slick with your wetness, groaning as he does so.
You turn around and open your mouth to cuss him out for stopping, but before you can, he hikes you up onto his waist with all the strength of a bodybuilder. You have no choice but to lock your arms and legs around him as he lifts you off of the bed and carries you to the other side of the room, farther away from the door.
You gasp as he presses you against the wall, right against one of your Winx Club posters from way back when. Now his face is completely in your line of view, gorgeous and illuminated like a moon. "Let's get you up here," he grunts. "Your fake fiancé promises he'll fuck ya properly when we get back to the complex."
He presses his lips to yours, swallowing you up in a sloppy, deep kiss that makes your pussy gush around his cock. He begins to slowly fuck you again, rocking his hips back and forth as your heels dick into his firm ass. "Y'know, we're doin' this all wrong," he chuckles against your bottom lip.
He gives it a tug with his teeth, earning a soft moan in reply. "What?" you breathe.
"I'm supposed to take you on a date before we fuck, let alone marry you. But they'll be plenty time for that after tonight." He places one hand on the wall above your head and grips your ass with the other, groaning as he does. "Unless I'm misreadin' this," he whispers.
He sinks himself in deeper, right to the hilt, and filling you to the brim with his cock. Your mouth opens on a shuddery, soft moan, your nails digging into his back. "You're not," you whimper. "Please, Toji, just fuck me."
Toji doesn't need to be told twice. "Yes, ma'am," he chuckles and then there's no more talking. Only fucking.
You share your hushed moans and grunts through kisses as he fucks you hard against the wall, his cock stroking your insides and pushing you closer to your end. You press your face into his shoulder, muffling your desperate moans and wails of pleasure as he plunges in and out of your sobbing, wet pussy.
"God, Toji!" you whine into his neck, opening your mouth to suckle on his throat. He groans at the feeling, gripping your ass tighter. His thrusts grow deeper and harder until he is practically rutting into you against the wall, bouncing you up and down on his cock.
It doesn't take long for your pussy to clench around him in preparation for another orgasm. You desperately whimper into his neck, clutching him to you as he fucks you into oblivion. "I-I'm gonna-!"
"I know, baby," he groans, pressing his nose into your sweet-smelling hair. "I'm close to. Fuckin' cum with me right now and you'd better not do it a second before."
You hold on as best as you can, letting him bounce you up and down, up and down, on his big, fat cock like a fleshlight until finally, he stills and lets out a long groan as he empties himself inside of you. You allow yourself to release as well, your body tingling and your muscles tightening as you cream all over his cock.
He kisses you to swallow your moans, taking them all for himself. You feel like you're soaring through the clouds with him, cumming and cumming all over him until you drip down his balls. His legs begin to shake and slowly, he slides down to the floor with you still held tight against him.
He carefully rolls himself onto the floor and places you on top of him, your legs still locked around his waist and his cock still inside of you. You both breathe heavily, coming down from your high together. Finally, he speaks: "Think anybody will notice?" he chuckles.
You pick your head up from his chest and look around the room. Your poster has fallen and the bed is in complete disarray. A giggle bubbles in your chest, still in disbelief at how the night has transpired...but you're not complaining either. "No, they'll be too drunk. My mom definitely will though."
"I don't give a fuck about her," Toji scoffs. He pecks your lips once, twice, coating you in the scent of his cologne and sweat. "Free of charge, by the way," he whispers. "Just let me have this ass again later."
SMACK!
You bite your lip as his hand collides with your ass again before he yanks your dress down to hide the evidence. "Satisfaction guaranteed," he says with a wink. "Now c'mon, fiancé: let's get dressed and win some fuckin' Monopoly."
Moving to Ergastulum was supposed to be temporary. Cheap rent, small apartment, keep your head down and survive. That was the plan. Y/ n never expected a stray black cat to slowly become part of her routine... or for that same cat to catch the attention of two men watching from above.
Especially one quiet mercenary who suddenly finds himself waiting by the window every evening just to see her walk by again.
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Warnings:
violence mentions, Gangsta. universe, mentions of poverty/financial struggles, watching behavior, slow burn, awkward Nicolas behavior, stray cat ownership, fluff, and dirty thoughts.
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“You’re not coming?” Nicolas signed to Worick.
“Nah.” Worick said while leaning back in his chair. “I gotta stay here and help out Alex.”
Nicolas immediately huffed.
Liar.
Everyone in the room knew Worick didn’t help with shit.
Worick noticed the look on Nicolas’s face and grinned.
A very annoying grin.
The kind that made Nicolas want to kick him.
You looked between them and laughed.
“I won’t keep him for too long!” You joked.
Worick immediately laughed.
“Take him for as long as you want.”
You giggled.
Nicolas felt his ears get warm.
Idiot.
Both of you were idiots.
You opened your mouth, clearly about to say something else.
Probably something equally embarrassing.
Before you could, Nicolas reached forward and gently grabbed your wrist.
You immediately stopped talking.
“Oh.”
His hand was warm.
A little rough too.
Calloused.
Nicolas didn’t seem to notice your brief panic.
Or maybe he did.
Because his ears somehow got even redder.
He lightly tugged your wrist toward the door.
Meaning:
Let’s go.
Now.
Before Worick says something worse.
“Okay okay!” You laughed.
You quickly waved toward Alex.
“Bye Alex!”
“Bye Y/n!” Alex called back.
“Don’t break anything!” Worick shouted.
“We’re fixing something!” You shouted back.
“That’s what I’m worried about!”
You heard Alex smack him.
“OW.”
You laughed while Nicolas practically dragged you out of the apartment.
The second the door shut behind you, the hallway became quiet.
You looked at Nicolas.
Then at the hand still holding your wrist.
Then back at him.
Nicolas followed your gaze.
Immediately let go.
And looked away.
You smiled.
Cute.
Very cute.
“You know.” You signed while walking beside him. “Your friends tease you a lot.”
Nicolas groaned.
Which only made you laugh harder.
You laughed the entire walk home.
Mostly because every time you brought up Worick, Nicolas looked annoyed.
“Your friends tease you a lot.” You signed.
Nicolas groaned.
You laughed.
“They do.”
Another groan.
“You get embarrassed easily too.”
Nicolas immediately shot you a look.
You grinned.
“Oh. So that’s a yes?”
He rolled his eyes.
You laughed all the way to your apartment.
By the time you reached the building, you were smiling.
“Here we are.” You signed.
Nicolas nodded.
You unlocked the door.
The second it opened—
“Mrrrow!”
A black blur sprinted toward the entrance.
“Oh hey buddy—”
The black cat ran right past you.
You blinked.
The cat immediately wrapped itself around Nicolas’s legs.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Purring loudly.
You stared.
“Seriously?”
Nicolas looked down.
Then another cat appeared.
The white one.
The white cat trotted over and immediately rubbed against his other leg.
The cats practically surrounded him.
You crossed your arms.
“Wow.”
The cats ignored you.
“I feed you two every day.”
Nothing.
The black cat stretched against Nicolas’s leg.
The white cat rubbed its face against his shoe.
You gasped dramatically.
“Traitors.”
Nicolas crouched down.
The cats immediately crowded around him.
The black cat shoved its head into his hand.
The white cat climbed into his lap.
You couldn’t help smiling.
“They really like you.”
Nicolas scratched behind the white cat’s ears.
The cat looked ready to pass out from happiness.
“You’re a cat magnet.” You signed.
Nicolas glanced up.
You smiled.
“A handsome cat magnet.”
The words left your mouth.
Your eyes widened.
Oh no.
Oh no.
You immediately looked away.
“I mean—”
You rubbed your face.
“The cat thing.”
You pointed aggressively at the cats.
“The cat magnet thing.”
Nicolas stared at you.
You knew he read every word from your lips.
Which somehow made it worse.
Your face felt hot.
“I wasn’t—”
You stopped talking.
There was no saving this.
Nicolas looked at your embarrassed face.
The way you couldn’t even look at him.
The way you kept trying to explain yourself.
A small smirk appeared.
Tiny.
Barely there.
But it was definitely a smirk.
You noticed immediately.
“Hey.”
Nicolas stood up.
The smirk disappeared.
“Hey!” You signed again.
Nicolas walked past you.
Straight toward the kitchen.
The cats followed behind him.
You pointed dramatically.
“Wow.”
The black cat looked back at you.
Then continued following Nicolas.
You gasped.
“Unbelievable.”
The white cat meowed.
As if agreeing with Nicolas.
You put your hands on your hips.
“I raised you two.”
The cats clearly disagreed.
Nicolas pretended not to find any of this funny but the small smirk from earlier had already given him away.
Nicolas eventually figured out what was wrong.
A pipe underneath the sink had loosened.
Nothing serious.
Just annoying.
Meanwhile you were sitting on the kitchen floor nearby with the two cats.
Watching.
Very closely.
Probably too closely.
The black cat was curled beside your leg while the white cat was stretched out between you and Nicolas.
You sighed.
“Sorry it’s so hot in here.”
Nicolas glanced up.
You pointed toward the ceiling.
“I don’t have AC.”
He looked around the apartment.
Yeah.
He noticed.
The place felt like an oven.
You got up and walked toward the fridge.
“Want some water?”
Nicolas nodded.
You returned and handed him a cold bottle.
He took it and drank almost half of it immediately.
“Rough day?” You asked.
Nicolas shrugged.
Typical.
A few more minutes passed.
Sweat rolled down the side of his neck.
Eventually he clicked his tongue in annoyance.
Without much thought, he began unbuttoning his collar shirt.
You blinked.
Then stared.
Nicolas pulled the shirt off and tossed it onto a nearby chair.
Underneath was a black tank top.
Your eyes immediately landed on his arms.
Then his shoulders.
Then the tattoo stretching across his back.
You stared.
And stared.
And kept staring.
Nicolas could practically feel your eyes burning holes into him.
He looked over his shoulder.
Sure enough.
You were staring directly at him.
Not even trying to hide it.
“What?” He asked.
You pointed.
“Your tattoo.”
Nicolas paused.
You leaned forward a little.
“It’s really cool.”
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Most people looked at his scars first.
You were looking at the tattoo.
“The details are amazing.”
You scooted closer.
The cats immediately shifted with you.
“Did it hurt?”
Nicolas went back to tightening the pipe.
You took that as a yes.
“Ouch.”
He almost smirked.
Almost.
“You’re really strong too.”
Nicolas immediately regretted looking at you again.
You were saying it so casually.
Like you were commenting on the weather.
Meanwhile his ears felt warm.
“You have muscles everywhere.”
Nicolas stared at the pipe.
The pipe was very interesting suddenly.
“You probably make carrying groceries really easy.”
A tiny smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
You didn’t even realize you were flirting.
That was the worst part.
You were completely serious.
The white cat rolled onto its back.
You scratched its stomach.
“Lucky.” You told the cat. “You get to nap all day.”
Nicolas huffed a laugh through his nose.
You immediately looked up.
“Did you just laugh?”
The smirk vanished.
Nicolas went right back to working.
You grinned.
“I’m counting that as a yes.”
The sink suddenly became the most important thing in the world to him.
Unfortunately for Nicolas, you were still staring.
Very obviously.
The white cat remained sprawled across your lap while the black cat had moved closer to Nicolas’s side.
You watched him tighten the pipe.
Watched the muscles in his arm flex.
Watched him reach underneath the sink again.
Your teeth caught your bottom lip absentmindedly.
Just thinking.
Mostly about how easily he seemed to know what he was doing.
Meanwhile Nicolas looked over.
And immediately noticed.
His eyes narrowed.
You were still staring.
Still biting your lip.
Still watching him.
Nicolas scoffed.
Then signed one word.
“Pervert.”
Your eyes widened.
“What?!”
Nicolas pointed at you.
Then at himself.
Then mimicked your staring.
You immediately understood.
Your face turned red.
“No!”
Nicolas raised an eyebrow.
“Yes.”
“No!” You repeated. “It’s hot in here!”
Nicolas looked completely unconvinced.
“It is!”
You quickly stood up.
“The heat is making me weird.”
You pointed at him accusingly.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
He looked even less convinced.
“I’m serious!”
You walked over to the window.
Then pushed it open.
A warm breeze drifted inside.
You sighed dramatically.
“See?”
Nicolas glanced toward the open window.
Then back at you.
Still unconvinced.
The black cat chose that exact moment to rub against his leg.
Traitor.
You crossed your arms.
“Not a pervert.”
Nicolas signed back immediately.
“Sure.”
You gasped.
“Wow.”
The tiny smirk on his face returned.
Just for a second.
You pointed at him.
“There it is!”
The smirk disappeared instantly.
“You keep doing that!”
Nicolas went back to working on the sink.
You grinned.
The more time you spent around him, the easier he was becoming to read.
Watching him get flustered was kind of fun.
a few minutes later he finished fixing the sink.
He turned the water on.
Waited.
Nothing leaked.
He checked underneath one last time.
Still nothing.
Then he stood up.
Done.
Your shoulders dropped dramatically.
“Finally.”
You walked over and looked underneath.
“It’s fixed?”
Nicolas nodded.
You smiled.
A really pretty smile.
The kind that made him look away for a second.
“Thank you.”
Nicolas shrugged.
Like it was no big deal.
You looked at the sink.
Then back at him.
Then at the sink again.
“You saved my life.”
Nicolas rolled his eyes.
You laughed.
The black cat immediately jumped onto the counter.
The white cat followed.
Neither of them seemed interested in the repaired sink.
Ungrateful.
You walked toward your room.
“Wait here.”
Nicolas raised a brow.
A few moments later you returned holding cash.
You held it out.
“For the repair.”
Nicolas immediately shook his head.
“No.”
You blinked.
“Huh?”
“No.”
You held the money out again.
“Nicolas.”
He crossed his arms.
“No.”
“Come on.”
“No.”
“You fixed my sink.”
Nicolas shrugged.
You frowned.
“You spent like an hour here.”
No response.
“You deserve it.”
Still nothing.
“Nicolas.”
“No.”
You groaned.
Why was he so stubborn?
You looked at the money.
Then at him.
Then at the money again.
An idea appeared.
A terrible idea.
The best kind.
You walked closer.
Nicolas immediately narrowed his eyes.
You smiled innocently.
He didn’t trust that smile at all.
Not even a little.
“You should really take it.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
You stepped even closer.
Nicolas stared.
You were suddenly very close.
Close enough for him to notice the faint scent of your shampoo.
Close enough for him to notice the lipstick from earlier was mostly gone.
Close enough that he could see every little expression on your face.
His shoulders tensed.
You quickly shoved the folded bills into his pants pocket.
“Gotcha.”
Your smile was victorious.
Nicolas looked down.
Then at you.
You were still standing way too close.
Your hand had barely left his pocket.
Your face suddenly heated up when you realized exactly how this looked.
“Oh.”
Nicolas huffed.
You immediately took a step back.
“Sorry.”
His ears felt warm.
Annoying.
Very annoying.
Without a word, he reached into his pocket.
Pulled the money out.
And placed it on your kitchen table.
You gasped.
“Nicolas!”
He crossed his arms.
“No.”
You stared.
He stared back.
You pointed at the money.
“Take it.”
Nicolas shook his head.
You pointed harder.
“Take it.”
Another shake.
You groaned dramatically.
“Why are you so stubborn?”
Nicolas immediately signed back.
“Why are you?”
You opened your mouth.
Then closed it.
Then opened it again.
Fair.
That was fair.
Nicolas was already reaching for his shirt.
Ready to leave before you found another way to sneak money onto him.
He pulled it back on and buttoned it up.
You sighed dramatically.
“Fine.”
Nicolas nodded.
Good.
Finally.
Then you smiled.
And suddenly he didn’t trust that smile either.
“Thank you for fixing my sink.”
Nicolas shrugged.
“It was nothing.”
You smiled even wider.
“It wasn’t nothing.”
His eyes narrowed.
You were doing that thing again.
That thing where you looked at him like he had just done something amazing.
When all he did was tighten a pipe.
“Seriously.”
You clasped your hands together.
“Thank you.”
Nicolas looked away.
You were way too sincere.
“Bye Nicolas.”
You gave him a small wave.
And then…
Those eyes.
Big.
Cute.
Ridiculously grateful.
Nicolas immediately looked away.
Weak.
That was weak.
He signed a quick goodbye.
Then headed for the door.
You followed behind him.
“Tell Alex I said hi!”
A nod.
“And Worick too!”
A grunt.
“Be safe!”
Another nod.
The door opened.
Nicolas stepped into the hallway.
You smiled one last time.
“Thank you again!”
Nicolas gave a dismissive wave.
Meaning:
Enough already.
Go inside.
You laughed.
“Okay okay.”
The door closed.
Finally.
Silence.
Nicolas stood in the hallway for a moment.
Then sighed heavily.
A long sigh.
Like he’d been holding it in for the past hour.
Annoying woman.
Very annoying woman.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and started walking.
I cross-posted this on AO3 just to test out the format and read on it. It's interesting how apps/websites can impact how well we absorb the content. Anyway, is this still a silly little smut story? Yes. Am I possibly adding the slightest touch of angst as well? Maybe. I like to stir the pot lol
Pt 1 Prev
CW: mdni, black fem reader in mind, light jealousy trope (not crazy/toxic), author knows some Spanish, flirting/teasing, blackcat!Miguel
There was a rule in the Spider Society that was not one of Miguel's. It was one that each Spider whispered to each other and would eventually communicate to the rookies. The story and heavy details of Miguel's past weren't known to everyone. At this point, the specifics didn't seems to matter really.
At all costs, do not bring a Miguel-variant to HQ where Spider-Man 2099 can see them.
There's no sure answer as to when this rule was established. Even early members recall it, but no specific incident brought it into effect. It did happen every now and then. Lyla would be informed, and the captured variant would jump to the front of the line of the Go-Home machine. If necessary, there was always a large amount of work one could throw into Miguel's face to keep him distracted. It was a simple process to follow.
You yawned and stretched your arms before dressing in your suit. Though you did plan to wear your mask, you took extra time and effort covering any hickeys and nibbles that just peeked through (tattoo makeup did wonders). You gave yourself a once-over in the mirror before a voice interrupted your work.
"Do we really have to go, hermosa? Maybe you can just keep me tied up here?"
As crazy of a suggestion that was, it was oh-so tempting after the night that occurred. You looked at the man sitting on your floor through the mirror and rolled your eyes. "You really don't want to go home do you? There has to be someone waiting for you."
Those brightly colored eyes dimmed almost something serious for the first time since you met this Miguel. "No lo creo. I'm sure Spider-Man is enjoying the break from my deeds."
"Mmhm, and no friends or sweethearts wondering where you are?"
"Maybe not. Some say I might play too much." You faked a surprised gasp. "Oi, no soy malo."
You rolled your eyes and webbed at his cuffed wrists. "Come on now pretty boy. We need to get going soon."
~~~
There was already a line for the Go-Away machine when you both arrived. Surprisingly, this Miguel didn't seem too shocked after going through a portal and suddenly being surrounded by a bunch or Spider heroes. Though to be fair, he was glitching out in a universe he knew wasn't his own, so maybe not too surprising.
You stretched--giving a slight pull on the...leash(?) connected to Miguel's cuffs. This should be a quick trip though. You never dealt with a Miguel-variant before, but you heard the stories and knew the simple protocol enough to take a few steps passed the line.
But then Lyla stopped you.
She popped up in front of with an awkward smile. "Hey girl..." she nibbled her cheek as she looked behind you, eyeing up your kidnappee.
"Lyla, I don't like the look on your face."
She flashed a skull emoji before she continued her unconvincing facade. "No, no! It's fine really! Just uh...yougottawaitinline" she spilled out quickly.
"What?" you replied and chose to ignore the mischievous chuckle behind you. "Lyla, YOU know the rules. Mig-,"
"Yes, yes. That is typically how it goes, but with the machine down we had a build up of rather dangerous and/or misfit variants that need to go home like a.s.a.p! I mean, you've been handling him. He's not dangerous, right?" You turned your head and was met with a wink. You grunted. "Girl, we have like seven Deadpool variants, please!" Lyla went on.
"Fine, how long are you thinking? I'll find us a hiding spot. Building's big enough." you sighed.
"Two hours tops!"
You nodded. "Tch, let's go. I need to hide you before shit hits the fan." you turned and walked away, ignoring the whispers and glances from those in line.
...
Miguel fumed to himself as he sat in his office. He was very aware that there was a line of anomalies waiting to get sent back home, so he fixated on his screens making sure there weren't any sudden rips in the multiverse's stability. His eyes were straining. He had half a mind to oversee the machine's use to ensure everyone was returning to their proper places, but Jess told him to focus in the office. Things were already being handled. He could work on other things and watch from afar.
That was a while ago though. He skimmed the list of the Spiders that were apparently on site--his interest peaking once he saw your name. Miguel meant to check in with you. He noticed that your universe returned to its natural stability. That's a relief. I wonder where she is, so we can go over the anomaly and how she managed to capture it. He totally wasn't wondering how your date went.
Miguel groaned and stretched as his platform lowered itself. He wouldn't stop by the go-home machine since he wanted to at least show he trusted the team (and Lyla), but it wouldn't hurt to do a lap around and HQ (and find you).
He walked through the hallways in no particular rush. Spiders said hi or waved as they passed--whether walking or swinging by. He acknowledged them and realized how content he was. The HQ was still a stressful operation to lead, but it seemed it was finally in place with systems and others trusted to keep things in tact. Not too much pressure on Miguel.
But there was always something of course. Couldn't get too comfortable.
The labs were excited with the progress they made on some defensive tech and beamed while showing their results. Miguel noted to come by later on. The library was quiet even though the workers were busy as always documenting new inventory and upkeeping with universes' worth on knowledge. Miguel peeked into the gym and immediately caught a weight plate before it could hit his chest.
"Tch," he released a deep breath as he pinched his nose then let go of the weight. He chose to ignore the dent on the padded floors. "How many times have I said that these are for weight training? Not projectiles!" He glared at the two young boys as they smiled awkwardly.
"Well yeah know, it is kinda strength training: testing out our webs and muscles." Miles flexed his arms and giggled. His face dropped when he met Miguel's eyes again. Miles relaxed his pose. "Sorry..."
Miguel just shook his head. "You guys have genetically-engineered webs. A 50lb weight is barely a challenge." he grumbled. "Junior! Veo a tu! Limpia el cuarto o yo envio los dos a casa!"
"Jeez guey, chinga-,"
Miles slapped his friend on the back of his head. "Bro shut up! Lo siento tio, we'll get it spotless." Miles saluted. Junior grumbled before he started picking up the other equipment around them.
Miguel kissed his teeth as he left the practice room. Those boys...He paused at the sound of his stomach grumbling. Yeah, let me go get something to eat.
~~~
You let out a deep sigh as you took your mask off and let your hair out. You shook your head a bit before glaring at your companion across from you.
Kitty-Miguel (as you've finally decided to call him mentally) seemed unbothered munching on a steamy beef patty while still cuffed across from you. You figured it was in your best interest to keep him out of the normal line of sight all things considered, so you two sat outside at a shaded picnic table. The high altitude kept things cool too while letting the Sun shine bright.
You raised a brow while you let your patty cool down. "You're being very calm about this...not even trying to escape?"
"Hermosa, even if I did manage to get out of these cuffs, apparently there's a building full of superheroes ready to hunt me down. I'm quick and witty, not stupid." he huffed out a laugh.
"Mmhm, not stupid but easily decided to meet with me," you teased.
Miguel's eyes seemed to light up as he took in the sight of you. There was that toothy grin again. "So I'm weak to a sexy woman giving me attention? Nothing I'd ever regret, amor."
"Hey now, I already let you get a taste. No need to go on with the compliments." you teasingly stuck your tongue out.
"If I keep complimenting you, do I get a chance at round two?" he licked his lips as he eyed you.
You recognized that heat rushing through your body, and it took more than you wanted to to stop the moan from slipping passed your lips. You could only grunt before you two continued to eat. The memories from last night stayed on your mind though. You huffed to yourself--only looking up when you felt that deep chuckle a little.
"Tch, what's so funny?" you sighed. You paused as Kitty-Miguel winked and nodded his head a bit. You caved and leaned forward.
He moved up a bit and leaned by your ear like he had naughty secret and whispered. "There's sexy cabron peeking from inside. Hopefully, someone isn't the jealous type. Who could that be, hmm?" Just as you gasped, the variant gave you a nibble on your ear lobe and slow kiss on that good spot on your neck. "Uh oh, looks like he's coming."
You sat up quickly and turned with your fakest, brightest (albeit nervous) smile. "Hey Miguel! What brings you here-,"
"Quien es el pendejo?" Miguel growled out while glaring at the man sitting with you, immediately picking a fight.
You cocked your head. "Miguel, you know my Spanish is shit-,"
"Oi, un burro; don't tell me this is supposed to me?" he cackled and leaned on his fists.
You shot up to your feet, pretending that your figure covered the man behind you. "Miguel! Wow, so good to see you here!" your mind was scrambling. What was the protocol if Miguel saw a variant of himself!, you wailed to yourself. "Great news! Found the variant that was hiding, yay!" Miguel's expression didn't drop, but he shifted his focus to you. He grunted. You weren't sure what to say.
"Jeez, a stick in the mud I see. This your boss?"
"Oh my god, shut up!" you barked back.
Unfortunately, his retort was quick like lightning. "Make me like you did last night." he winked. The air immediately got tense, and you were two seconds from mentally glitching when your unexpected savior appeared.
"You can use the Go-Home machine now~" Lyla sung cheerfully as she popped up from your watch. When you didn't reply, she looked around at the scene in front of her. "Oooh, two Miguels...not good." She thought for a moment then peered behind you, her glasses scanning the variant before a ding! sounded. "Never mind! Information gathered. Emergency Portal opening now,"
"Lyla!" Miguel called out, but the air was already starting to shift around and light shining.
You kept that silly guilty smile on your face as you took a few steps while pulling Kitty along. "Oh perfect timing! Sorry Miguel! Got get things stable, ya know. Haha, see you soon!" You hopped into the portal giggling awkwardly while Kitty smirked and stuck his tongue out at your boss. Might was not amused.
One thought cross your mind as you traveled: Oh, I'm so in trouble...
~~~
It was an easy enough task dropping off Kitty-Miguel home. He whined and pouted when he recognized his home dimension, but overall didn't give you any real problems. He knew his fun run had come to end.
You huffed to yourself when his phone went off with texts messages from a few lovers and friends. You rolled your eyes as you handed it to him after taking off the cuffs finally. "Not popular my ass," you joked.
Miguel rubbed his wrist and shrugged. "Seems like I'm not the only one," he winked. You both turned as a flash on red and blue flashed passed you and continued through the sea of skyscrapers into the night. "Eh, that's my cue. Guess I'll go mess with Spider-Man. I'm sure he's missed me too." he grinned.
You shook your head. "Goodbye, Miguel. Stay out of trouble." you said though you knew there was no real point.
"Aww, no goodbye kiss? Come on hermosa," he gave you a soft needy look.
You palmed your forehead and sighed. Fuck it. You grabbed his collar and pulled him. His lips were soft and moved hungrily with yours. He had a slight sweet taste that you knew you could get addicted to, but thankfully, Miguel was the one who pulled back first.
He chuckled as he took some steps towards the edge of the roof. You tensed slightly, but he kept going. "See ya, amor. Find me if that burro gives you any problems." he winked before taking a step off.
You couldn't help the gasp that came and dashed towards the edge. Just then, you watched as the man swung with a grapple into night. He had to have some tricks (or literal objects) up his sleeves.
You sighed then giggled. It was time to go home.
...
The hot water was good on your muscles. Despite the slight hiccup with Spider-Man 2099, it was still a success in your head. You did find the anomaly, so as far as you're concerned, your world was safe! You continued to wash off everything from the day, and your worries flow away. Another win for you!
Once out, you wrapped a towel around before doing a quick skincare routine--humming to yourself. You walked out your bathroom, steam slowly flowing into your room. You took a step out but shot out a web with a gasp just as a heavy feeling flashed through your body. You bit your lip looking ahead.
With your web caught in his hand, Miguel lounged lazily yet intimidatingly on your bed. He was in his suit but no mask. His eyes were a darker red yet nearly glowed as he took you in. He huffed a laugh, but you knew better than that.
"That's funny," you felt your stomach tighten from his tone, "I don't remember leaving those marks on you, huh."
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So funny story, author (me) got hit with the fanfic/AO3 curse last month 😅 I was in the hospital, but everything's okay! I have a couple more weeks of leave before I go to work, so I had time to write...
All jokes aside. Fandom content is keeping me sane. That and Netflix...thanks for reading! I'll try to start the next chapter before life goes back to normal, but we'll see!
Check out the poll on my page. Tryna see how many variants we'll fit into this fic. See ya and take care~
