Miks 100% gets high in his free time (used to ge more often, he only rarely does it now that he's in the protocol) so like the freak I am I keep thinking about stoner makeouts with him
Him halfway focusing on mixing something up on his Laptop, one hand working as the other rests on your thigh - he always has his best ideas when high - your face nudged into the crook of his neck. Maybe you're high with him, maybe you aren't, but you're definitely feeling nice and content. He presses a slow kiss against your hair, grinning down at you as he plays the start of the track, waiting for your approval. When you nod and hum appreciatively, he guides your head so he can kiss your lips, almost as if rewarding you.
helloo, I'm back with another request if you don't mind ^-^.
I was wondering if you can write a scenario where Miks or tejo noticed that we are overworking ourselves, going to missions a lot and not taking care of ourselves, so they decided to lift a bit of our workload to get us to rest
Thank youu!! Stay hydrated since it's summer right now!!
I decided to write with Miks. I hope you'll like it !
(and yes, I'll definitely hydrate... I'm at this 🤏🏾 to jump in the Seine)
Seeing you running like a headless chicken around the base was as adorable as it was worrying. Miks hasn't seen you rest or just relax in days, and he had also noticed the size of the dark circles beneath your eyes increasing. The second you landed after a morning mission, you immediately ran to fulfill your duty. Even Sage couldn't stop you.
“Babe ?” Miks once called you. “Why don’t you–”
“Not now, Adrijan,” you shook your head without even glancing at him. “Those scans and analysis won’t read themselves out loud.”
It became even more worrying when he saw your coffee consumption increasing.
“I don’t think that’s good for your heart,” he had sighed.
“It’s good at keeping me awake,” you had shrugged.
Seeing you withering away was too painful. So with the guidance of Viper who started to be deeply annoyed at your stubbornness, he started to help you lift your burden by running analysis you were in charge to run and writing reports you didn't write yet. After Miks experienced what you imposed yourself to go through, he was even more convinced that you needed some down time.
Once he was done he joined you in your room. He was absolutely not surprised to see you hunching over your laptop, at the brink of falling into a light slumber. He gently walked in your direction and pressed a hand on your forehead.
“Yeah, you’re done here,” he shook his head with a sigh.
“No I’m not,” you yawned. “I have to–”
“Taken care of by me and Viper,” he cut you off. “It’s bedtime for you. I missed our cuddle time.”
You sleepily blinked at him, the information slowly getting to you before your eyes widened like plates. He used that instant to safeguard your work on your laptop before closing it and putting it aside.
“You WHAT ?”
“Yeah. And it was a pain in the ass.”
“So it means that I can work for the next analysis a few days early–”
You were cut off by him pinning you against your bed pillows by your shoulders. The look he cast you was the firmest you’ve ever seen on his face.
“Adrijan ?”
“Or you could just rest for once,” he said sternly.
His eyes narrowed, as if silently challenging you to dare to work again.
“...or I could rest,” you complied.
His smile returned, almost giving you a whiplash, and he let himself fall beside you.
“I missed us, you know.”
“Sorry,” you yawned.
You were so tired you were already asleep. Miks gathered you into his arms and also closed his eyes, reassured that you were back to him.
Miks is the type of guy to rest his head on your shoulder in bed, staring down at your phone with you, wasting away hours with scrolling through social media. He's usually so busy, so dedicated to getting everything done, that these rare moments of relaxation hit a little different whenever he stays in bed with you, letting the day run past. Soft kisses placed against your shoulder and neck, murmurs and laughs filling the room. Gekko checks up at you two at some point, worried since neither of you had shown your face around base all day, quickly realising he was interrupting as the door to Miks' room slid open, revealing the both of you comfortably snuggled against each other.
now idk if you're taking requests but I've come across your valo work and god DAMN anyway an idea: hate fucking (but is it really) with rival miks bc he's a little shit and it's tension and unspoken feelings festering all the time in training and in missions and what better way to bond and get over with it than tucking somewhere decent enough to come clean (i love your work keep it up<3)
Duality [NSFW]
Miks (Valorant) x F!Reader / Slight Tejo x F!Reader
''Pequeña ratona means Little mouse''
Warnings: PORN WITH PLOT, jealousy, anger issues, emotional distress, injuries, sexual tension, different romantic interest, kissing, fucking in public [sort of], creampie, doggy style [Sort of???], fingering, finger fucking, grinding, obssesive Miks, pathetic Miks mostly, reader is fucked in the head too sorry.
A bot turns a corner holding a rifle, aiming it right at Phoenix from afar, but is immediately headshotted by your sheriff the moment you spot it.
The satisfaction from watching the robotic body fall onto the floor is immeasurable, knowing you’ve saved Phoenix from a nasty wound adds up to the hype, and the adrenaline pumping your veins as you shoot three more bots down in consecutive, all clean headshots, does a lot to boost up your confidence and ego in the practice run.
From your ear piece you can hear the amused low laugh of Tejo as you reload your handgun, causing you goosebumps as you try to calm the erratic heartbeats threatening to burst through your chest.
“Go get your ace, pequeña ratona.” he says encouragingly. You feel a flush creep up your cheeks at the tone of his voice, smile stretching your lips, and do as you’re told.
You run towards a medium platform, hopping onto it while your gaze scans your surroundings, and aim at your final bot with precision…
…only to be concussed right as you fire the shot.
The bullet doesn’t come close to the target, missing it entirely as you fire four more shots desperately while concussed, emptying the chamber of bullets in no time.
The small stereo that has been thrown at you lands on the floor gently, out of radiant energy and thunderous beats. It’s clear who it belongs to, it doesn’t take a genius to recognize its rightful owner, and the fact does nothing but bring exasperated emotions forward while you try to comprehend the reasoning of this dumb attempt at sabotage.
With a frustrated groan, you watch Miks shoot your bot down with ease from the other side of the field. With a cocky grin, he sticks his tongue out in mocking, laughing loudly when you yell at him from across the room to explain himself. Miks acts as if he were deaf, covering both his ears and rolling his eyes when you stomp your feet on the ground, mad at his dismissal, and decides he doesn’t want to entertain your lecture.
In a fit of anger you kick the spherical stereo when his attention drifts. The mechanical ball impacts against the wall and breaks into pieces on the instant. The sound is loud enough to grab Miks’ attention, turning to where you stand with a worried expression, questions about your well-being dying on his tongue. You can see the moment he comes to realize one of his creations has been destroyed; and with you standing next to it, guilt written all over your face and mouth covered with your hands, it’s clear to assume the worse.
“What the fuck—!” He yells in Croatian, hands flying to his head in horror.
Miks comes running to kneel and mourn his little device with a whine and slurred words in his language. Only when you come to his line of vision, since you were trying to apologize, the entirety of his emotions suddenly shifts, head snapping to where you stand with fire in his green eyes and a scowl pulling his lips, stomping his way to hover over you menacingly.
His hands balls into fists and flexes his fingers over and over, not knowing how to contain his own anger and indignation as he struggles to come up with words.
“Why the fuck did you do that?” he says through clenched teeth, looking down at you in fury. “Are you stupid?!”
You startle at his screams, cowering on yourself when he steps closer and begins invading your personal space.
“Do you know how hard I work making these things?!” he continues, taking another step closer. You take one back, but he continues caging you until your back hits one of the platforms on the field. Miks doesn’t look like he can be reasoned with right now, “Do you know how long it will take me to fix them?!”
“M-Miks, it was an accident—”
He cuts you off, “No shit! You don’t break something like that by accident!”
The guilt and anxiousness starting to take root in the pit of your stomach while you try to formulate an answer is getting the better of you at that moment, tongue tied and thoughts halting in fear, because nothing of what you say seems to be enough of an excuse for him to accept.
It’s your fault, you know the blame is on you for breaking one of his techs in a fit of anger. This is one of the bad traits you’ve been trying to fix since joining the protocol and why you often train under the supervision of Tejo when it comes to emotional management.
Being a more seasoned veteran regarding working with other people, and being on the end of the stick when an operation goes wrong or his old comrades would start blaming each other to get rid of any responsibility, Tejo knows the ins and outs of emotional baggage and how to redirect them or control it under stressful situations.
This is a perfect opportunity to put into motion what you’ve learned— and ignoring the fact of your earlier outburst causing this argument in the first place.
‘I need to defuse the situation,’ is the alarmed rushing thought when he cages you against the wall, trapped between his arms. Miks is angry, mood worsening by the second, and you are becoming irritated the longer he keeps you unable to speak or defend yourself. You need to make some distance to have a more civil conversation, and out of the training room if possible to not interfere with the other’s training.
You take a long step to the side to avoid his arms, and begin walking towards the exit, practicing in your head what were you gonna say to make him listen to you, but Miks takes your actions as dismissive which infuriates him more.
Miks grabs you by the forearm in a tight grip, pulling you back harshly and not measuring the strength which sends you flailing onto the floor. Your feet don't get to reposition on time to avoid the collision and the weight ends on your ankle, twisting it and breaking it in the process.
The scream that escapes your lips startles Miks who lets go of your arm in panic, eyes widening when he sees the rest of your body fall with a loud thud as you cry in pain with the additional weight and sees your ankle positioned at an abnormal angle.
The affected zone starts swelling slowly when you try to free it from your weight between whimpers, and Miks can’t help but be frozen as the bots are deactivated around him, and Tejo, with the few agents inside the training room, rush to see what’s going on.
Tejo is the first who steps up as he assesses the situation quietly. He kneels right next to you, hand behind your back and the other resting gently on your knee as he looks over the injury.
“Can you stand up?” he asks. Gnawing your lip, you shake your head. There are tears that have gathered in your lashes but you refuse to let them fall.
It feels like the muscle under the reddening skin is pulsating violently, travelling up to your knee and the thigh. It’s uncomfortable, it’s painful, and you can’t help but take big gulps of air as you try to focus the attention on Tejo’s warm hand caressing your back rather than the inability to move right now.
“I-I’m so sorry!” Miks apologizes, hands trembling while he kneels next to you too. "Please let me fix it!”
When his fingertips come in contact with your arm, you recoil from his touch with a startle and teary eyes. His expression is devastating, leaving his hand hovering in the air as you wince from the sudden movement and hiss under your breath.
Clove’s hand lands on Miks’ shoulder heavily, snapping him out of his thoughts. He looks back at them with his mouth open and words stuck, trying to make them help him, but Clove only shakes their head as they pull him up by the arm to give you some room to breathe.
“Okay, compañeros, practice is over.” Tejo claps his hands, gathering everyone’s attention, “Go drink water and take a shower, we have a mission tomorrow, alright? Go get some rest.”
Phoenix and Clove share a look before nodding, bidding goodbyes as they exit the room hushing between them. Miks stays rooted where he stands, biting his lower lip while he fumbles with the cuff of his gloves in anxiousness.
“It has swollen rapidly.” Tejo cuts through the silence, clicking his tongue. You look to the side in embarrassment, cleaning the stray tears from your face with the back of your hand, “Okay, hold on tight.”
Before you can even react, he swipes his arms under your knees and arms gently, giving you time to adjust while your arms hold onto his neck, and rising to his feet carrying you bridal style.
Your face gets insanely hot, feeling the blush creep up to your ears when he laughs at your flustered reaction—he’s glad your attention is not on the injury, Tejo doesn’t really like it when he sees you suffering.
“Calma, cariño, I’m not letting you fall.” he says fondly, feeling your fingers dig into his shoulders hard. “I’ll take you to Sage, alright? Be nice and keep still.”
“No,” You shake your head, the worry is clear in the tone of your voice. “Don’t bother her, she has a lot to deal with already.”
Tejo sighs, “Then let Miks heal what might be broken.”
Miks bounces in the conversation, hopeful, “I can help—”
“No!” you exclaim in panic, cutting him off. Miks looks beyond hurt at your dismissal, but you don’t spare him your attention. “Skye. Take me to Skye, she has to be in the gardens right now, please.”
Tejo takes a few steps towards the exit without questioning you, but stops when he doesn’t hear Miks following in tow. It surprises the Colombian when he looks over his shoulder and notices Miks watching him with an enraged expression pulling his soft features, negative energy aimed at him for no apparent reason and reddish waves of his radiant powers contained into his fingertips.
The man can’t help but raise a brow, oblivious to Miks’ inner struggles, but decides to not get involved in whatever is going on through his head—there were more pressing matters to attend to rather than figure out his comrades' thoughts.
“Miks, you staying?” Miks startles at his voice, blinking a few times before he relaxes his expression to something more neutral. The radiant powers disappear in the next second, “Go rest, boy, tomorrow's mission is gonna be tough.”
“Uh-huh,” is his deadpan reply, walking past the two of you with a frown. At the threshold he stops, lingering for a moment, actions hesitant as he mulls over unspoken words. He calls your name softly, turning to look at you with an indecipherable expression. “When you get better…let me know. I’d like to talk to you privately.”
Miks doesn’t give you time to reject his request nor accept it. One blink and he’s gone, leaving both of you speechless and confused by his odd approach.
With a quiet rumble of a laugh, Tejo fixes you on his arms before continuing walking. Realization dawns on him rather quickly, not taking very long to figure out the reason for his attitude and reluctance, smirking as he shakes his head amused.
“Ah, la juventud de hoy en día,” he mutters to himself. You raise a brow, not quite getting the meaning of his words, but Tejo simply shrugs, deciding to not give further explanation.
Neither of you exchange words but what’s necessary to make sure you are still comfortable in his arms, and that the pain is tolerable enough as he approaches the gardens.
Both of you find Skye meditating on the grass, eyes closed and hands resting on her crossed legs, breathing deeply and exhaling softly. You feel bad when you see her startle as the glass doors open automatically. She gives one quick glance at the scene of Tejo carrying you, with your poor ankle swollen, and stands in a hurry.
“Oh, lad, what happened?” she asks worriedly, examining the injury closely. “Sit here, love, let’s patch you up.”
Tejo leaves you in one of the wooden benches in the garden, careful to not rattle your leg, and ruffles your hair affectionately as he sees Skye touching the affected zone. Despite the pain, you are more than eager to accept his attention enthusiastically, watching him with nothing short of adoration.
“It looks like it’s not broken,” Skye says after a while, “How much does it hurt?”
“I can’t walk,” you reply with a wince. Her fingers are digging gently into the inflamed skin, testing the sensibility. “I haven’t tried to put pressure on it because I’m scared it’ll hurt more.”
“That’s okay, love. But we need to make sure if the bone is broken or rather a tore in the muscle.” She raises to her feet, nodding to Tejo to take one side, “Hold onto us and try it.”
Taking a big deep breath, both Tejo and Skye work as leverage holding you by the elbows while you try to stand on your injured ankle. It hurts a lot, but you can quickly dismiss the idea that something has broken when you rotate your feet slightly.
“Alrighty, that’s good.” She helps you sit down, smiling. “It’s just a tore in the muscle, I can help with that. You wouldn’t be able to move it if something were broken.”
Tejo sighs a breath of relief, “Que bueno, I was starting to become worried you wouldn’t be able to join the mission tomorrow.”
“Hah, me too…” you reply with a wince.
Skye gathers the energy from the nature surrounding you in her palms; the leaves, bushes and trees foliage all move in harmony as the breeze gets agitated slightly. Her hands glow a gentle yellow, the hue changing to a greenish color, and going back to yellow again.
You can feel her radiant powers coursing your veins as she heals your injured ankle. The swollen skin goes back to its normal state, the pain subsiding slowly, and even the small cuts littering your arms are healed as a bonus.
Rotating your ankle, you sigh a breath of relief when nothing happens. It feels good, and you have nothing but gratitude towards her at the moment as you stand up.
“Thank you,” you mutter, wringing your hands in your lap. “And sorry to have bothered you.”
“Don’t say that, love, you could never bother me.” Skye pats your head gently, “And these kind of things happen all the time. It’s part of training, right?”
You purse your lips, nodding your head.
“Gracias, Skye, always a pleasure.” Tejo comments in your stead. His hand lands on your back, motioning you to accompany him. “We will take our leave now.”
Skye waves you goodbye, going back to her spot to continue her meditation. Tejo nods at her, letting the glass door close behind you two while you walk back into the hallways.
Tejo stops at an intersection, pointing towards the other end, “I have to go back to the training room, are you okay being alone for now?”
“Oh!” you exclaim, “Why are you going back?”
“Clean up.” he answers, checking the protocol’s phone. “Viper will have my head if I don’t leave everything in their place.”
You hum, nodding slowly.
“Do you need help?” The question is innocent, despite your flustered expression not really helping in keeping it nonchalant.
Tejo laughs softly, shaking his head, “Pequeña ratona, I’ll be fine doing it on my own. Besides, I think you have an appointed date with Miks, don’t you?”
The mention of his name brings a sour mood, scowling at the idea of entertaining him in a conversation when that’s the last thing you need right now.
“Don’t call it that…” you mutter, “It’s not a date. And I just know he’s doing this to annoy me further. As if it wasn’t enough breaking my ankle, now he wants to take up my time.”
“It’s hard to believe Miks really meant to hurt you.” Tejo motions with his head towards the hall, walking together side by side. “Let’s make a deal, I’ll let you help me, but in exchange you have to tell me what’s going on with Miks.”
You grumble, emotions clashing in your chest, “You only want the tea.”
“Of course I do. Being this old, I can only live through the youngsters’ drama to keep myself on the loop.”
“You are not old, Tejo…” you say quietly, patting his arm. “You are in your prime.”
He chuckles, “Thank you, that’s flattering.”
The training grounds are just like you left them: bots scattered everywhere, shells of bullets littering the floor, and Miks’ destroyed stereo bot broken and abandoned in the corner.
The guilt is what makes you take action and prioritize picking it up, piece by piece, to put it away in a bag as Tejo brings an empty metal crate to toss the broken bots inside. You work in pleasant silence alongside Tejo who starts humming happily, eyeing you from time to time and making sure you are okay.
Only when you are sure you have collected all the broken parts of Miks’ stereo, you begin helping Tejo with the rest of the bots.
“Well?” he interrupts the quiet, leaning against the metal crate as he watches you work, “where is my promised gossip?”
“I never said I’d agree.” You reply nonchalant, tossing a robotic head into the pile.
“C’mon, don’t be like that.” he sighs. He rests his shades above on his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If we’re going to keep working as a team and be sent on missions, I’d rather have some knowledge in whatever your quarrel is to avoid confrontations.”
“Can’t you just…I don’t know, put me into another team and we avoid this conversation?”
Tejo calls your name softly, as if exasperated by your answer and the sudden attitude, and kneels next to you. His hand is gentle when he tips your head up, thumb grabbing your chin to look into his eyes. You can’t help the sudden shudder wracking your body when your gazes meet; his caramel eyes look tired, a little worn off on the edges with the years laying on each crease of his expression.
Your heart threatens to escape your ribcage, goosebumps rising when you hear the rumble of a chuckle slip past his lips, and not missing the way his eyes roam your face in curiosity.
“I might be old, but that doesn’t mean I can’t see you saying things just for the sake of it.” he laughs gently, letting go of your face. You inevitably try to chase after his touch but catch yourself on the act, clearing your throat in embarrassment, “Besides, you might regret it. You're taking things for granted.”
You huff a laugh, flustered, “Yeah? Like what?”
“This great team leader, of course.” he points to himself, a grin panting his features. “Este fino espécimen guapetón no lo encontrarás en otro lado.”
Your eyes narrow, lips tugging into a smile, “I only understood guapetón, and it’s only because you’ve called yourself handsome so many times before.”
“Where’s the lie?”
“That’s not the point, Tejo.” You stand, tossing a few pieces into the metal crate, “I love working with you, you know that.”
The confession is meant to reassure him in case you’ve offended him, but it only serves to embarrass you further. Tejo grunts in contentment though, humming under his breath as he considers your words.
“I remember you said the same thing about Miks when he first joined, didn’t you?”
Oh, the bastard, “No.”
“Yeah, I remember now.” he says, ignoring your pleading face, “You even told me he was…what did you call it?”
You whine, “Noooo, stop!”
“Ah-ha!” he snaps his fingers, smiling triumphantly, “You said he was handsome.”
“Noooooo, shut up!”
“And pretty,” he starts counting with his fingers, “and cool, and gorgeous. Honestly, I’m offended you’ve never called me none of that before.”
“Not to your face…” you reply with a pout. “Anyway, that was a long time ago.”
“So you don’t think Miks is any of that anymore?”
“I-I…uh,” you stammer uselessly. “...I don’t know?”
“Hey, now, aquí está lo picante.” Tejo searches your gaze, raising a brow in mocking with a smirk when you look at him defeated, “What happened that you don’t find him appealing out of the sudden?”
“Are we really doing this now?”
Tejo shrugs, “Sure, why not. No one else is here to hear your laments.”
“Oh, shut up,” you slap his arm, chuckling. “You are treating this like a fallen out romance story when it’s all a one-way thing. Do you really want to hear this?”
“I’m all ears.”
You hesitate for a moment, thinking it over and making sure if this is what you want. The love you had for Miks is a topic you never discussed with anyone; and when your friendship ended, you thought it was for the best that no one knew to avoid pity advice, and fake reassurance that everything was in your head.
Maybe this is the outlet the world is giving you to free these contained emotions to finally move on and forget about him. To come to peace with his indirect rejection of you, and be able to chase after the one you are in love with now.
“Okay, where to begin?” you mull over your thoughts for a moment, “Miks used to be very friendly with me. We would often talk outside missions and hang out at the radio station after long hours of training.” You give a weary sigh, shaking off the embarrassment, “I developed a crush on him rather quickly, and soon I fell in love with him.”
“That easy, huh?” Tejo nods, motioning to continue, "What happened?”
“That’s a really good question.” you mutter, “One day he just…turned on me. Talking shit in front of me, sabotaging my training, going as far as to make it impossible for me to be at peace without his constant teasing, or voice, or beats drilling my ears. And it hurt me not knowing how to talk to him anymore because he would dismiss me or straight up ignore me.”
“And then?”
You purse your lips, pondering quietly, “And then I decided that forgetting him would be for the best least I wanted to get beyond disappointed."
Tejo hums, “Since when did his behaviour switch?”
“Damn, Tejo, you think I got it written down or something?” you joke, huffing a laugh, but you do have an answer to that. “I think after he started joining us on missions more often. Before that, he was very sweet and a gentleman with me, and after? God, he looks at me with such disdain I’d have assumed I’m the one tormenting him and not the other way around.”
“I find it fascinating he’s got a bone to pick with you when you clearly haven’t done anything.” Tejo mutters, unable to hide the smirk off his face, “Do you know what he reminds me of?”
“What?”
“A little kid with a crush.”
Tejo startles when you bark a laugh, completely caught off guard and laughing your ass off. You try to contain the giggles, and clean an invisible stray tear to add to the comedic bit, but you can’t help but rejoice in his choice of words for something as dire as your situation.
“Oh, who knew you were so funny?” You say between chuckles. “Miks? With a crush? Yeah, sure. Next time he tries to put an accidental bullet between my brows I’ll assume he is trying to ask me on a date.”
“I’m not joking.” Tejo replies with a roll of his eyes. “I never said it was a healthy crush. Obviously he has taken the bully route to try and salvage his dignity and emotions if you were, in the hypothetical case, to reject him.”
“Tejo, oh my handsome and talented leader,” you mock with a longing sigh, “it’s hard enough to admit I felt something for Miks despite everything. But to think he only bullies me because he…what, he likes me? That’s a reach.” You scoff, “Did you know he almost got me killed in the last mission? If it weren’t for Clove, I’d probably be stuck in one of the medical beds on queue to get revived or worse.”
Tejo’s next words die on his throat when he listens to the information that was never relayed to him. The surprise that colors his face is enough telltale to believe he didn’t know any of it and you don’t know whether to feel offended or relieved.
He calls your name softly, a frown pulling his brows, but then his voice switches to something more clipped and tight, “Cariño, I wasn’t informed of such a thing. Miks wouldn’t be standing where he is breathing the same air as yours if only I knew.”
“It’s okay, Tejo. I’m just trying to make you see why I don’t find it believable that he might have a crush on me and it’s the reason he has taken it out on me.” The reply comes off as apathetic, although your stomach flutters knowing Tejo cares deeply for you. “The only solution I could come up with was to get assigned to another team to keep things at peace.”
Tejo shakes his head, pursing his lips.
“Don’t let that be the only solution.” he approaches, landing a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll talk to him. If he doesn’t improve, I’ll make the arrangements to swap him with someone else.”
You coo, leaning into his side and wiggling your eyebrows, “Aww, you don’t want me away from you, dontcha?” is said with a teasing tone.
“No, I don’t.” he replies truthfully, smirking. “We are stuck together, ratona. Through and through.”
Ah, there it goes, your heart threatening to burst through your chest.
You don’t dignify Tejo with an answer, but your expression is enough reward to have him chuckling under his breath, pulling you near in a crushing hug. The hug is reciprocated with the same fervor, inhaling his scent deeply as he caresses your back gently. Both stay like that for a long while, rocking in the same spot, and with him humming a gentle jazz soundtrack from the movies he likes to watch late at night in the common room.
It’s comforting. He is just what you needed after the awful day you’ve been having, and couldn’t ask for more than what he's offering.
“I’ll go and talk to Miks.” you announce in a quiet voice. “I’ll apologize for breaking his bot and see where it goes from there. I can handle this problem, Tejo.”
“Okay, I’ll trust you. But don’t hesitate to come to me if you need help.” he tells you in a stern tone, “We don’t need more trouble within our lines. Not with how Legion have started to push back against us lately.”
You nod, biting your lower lip, “The missions are getting more violent with their agents reducing in number.”
“And it will get worse until they have our Sage in a coma like theirs.” Tejo sighs, brushing his silver hair back. “Go and fix your quarrel, preciosa. Tell me if anything happens.”
“Don’t call me that,” you mumble, embarrassed.
You wave him goodbye and exit the training grounds, sighing deeply as your whole body sags against the wall once the sliding doors close.
Talking with Tejo always leaves you on edge with how troublesome your heart gets. It’s exciting, but it wears you off more often than not trying to keep a decent façade in front of the man you like. There is so much a girl like you can take, and with his constant pet names and how kind he is to you, you might end up getting to the wrong conclusions.
“Hey.”
With a startled yelp, you turn around to face Miks a few meters from you.
He’s got a hand inside the pocket of his pants and the other hovering in the air, hesitant, before he waves at you. His expression is cautious as well as the distance he’s put between you two, as if afraid of breaching your personal space and uncomfortable with how fast your demeanour changes when having him within the same room. Your muscles seize under the pressure of his gaze, and your mouth flattens to a tight line.
Miks can’t help but frown with bitterness seeing you so…uptight and closed-off; a complete switch up with how carefree and relaxed you were with Tejo inside the training room. An unnamed emotion bubbles up inside his chest, frustration crawling beneath his skin as he breathes a heavy sigh and tries to maintain his anger at bay.
The least he needs now is to scare you off again.
“Sorry, I—” he coughs awkwardly into his fist, green eyes avoiding you, “I was waiting for you to come to me on your terms but…I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
A tiny angry vein pops on your forehead, lip turning downward, “I’m perfectly fine, as you can see.” you answer through clenched teeth. Miks gulps visibly, nodding.
“I-I see.”
A silence falls between you two, uncomfortable and tight with tension. You are still frowning, glaring at him despite trying to smooth out your emotions, and Miks is keeping eye contact although it’s clear he feels uneasy.
It’s him who clears his throat in an attempt to fill in the quiet, hand tugging the collar of his hoodie, and motions you with his head towards the hallway.
“Do you mind if we take a walk?” he asks you nervously.
Just to be petty, you shake your head, “No.”
He groans, “Please? It’s just a minute. I just…I just need to talk with you.”
“Aren’t we doing that now?”
“Why are you making this so much harder for me?”
He sighs in frustration, covering his face with his gloved hands. When Miks reveals his face again, you can't help but feel a little shiver run down your spine as you realize his expression borders on desperation.
“Please, just this once, trust in me.”
Pleading with both of his hands in front of his face, green eyes shining under the dim light and the slight pout on his lips is enough to render you weak. You can feel a blush creeping up your cheeks then, nodding slightly.
“Okay.” You say, regretting your words as his expression morphs to something happier. Your heart skips a beat, screaming internally from the sudden wave of feelings overwhelming your brain.
“Thank you!” He bounces on his place, giddyness taking hold of his actions. “C’mon, let’s find somewhere quieter to speak.”
Miks leads the way through corridors and corridors inside the base. The buzzing of the fluorescent lights and the quiet steps your shoes make is the only sound echoing as Miks stops in a far corner of a hallway.
There are crates and boxes piled up on a side, and a few discarded and broken guns inside big trash bins. It’s surprisingly clean to have so much junk around, and you can’t help but wonder how he found this corner in the first place.
“I like to wander around when I think of my next sets to mix.” he says mindlessly, picking an empty chamber of bullets. “I stumbled across this by accident, and found a lot of shit to use to try out new sounds. It kind of became my tradition to come look for new stuff and experiment when I need to brainstorm.”
“Does no one clean this up?”
Miks hums, thoughtful, “I suppose someone does. Every time I come back, these things have been swapped to other kinds of stuff, it's kinda sick.”
You kick a box, huffing a laugh, “Sort of. You give the whole meaning: one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, a very curious meaning.”
“What is that supposed to mean?!” he barks a laugh, knocking his hips against yours. You slap his arm without any real heat behind, laughing alongside him.
“Nothing! It’s just funny that you are like the trash man rummaging through stuff to see if it makes pretty sounds.” Miks’ heart skips a beat when your eyes meet, flushing red under your playful gaze. “You’re almost like a racoon.”
“Me?!” he giggles bashfully, “Racoons are so mischievous and always up to something, I’m nothing like them!”
“Yes, you are!”
Miks sputters, blush worsening with your cocky smirk. He gives up in trying to come up with a reply and huffs in mock irritation, crossing his arms.
His façade lasts for a fraction of second and then dissolves into laughter with you joining him. Both lean against a wall, trying to contain slips of giggles and chuckles as silence envelops you gently, lulling the atmosphere into something comfortable.
Your feet shuffles from one side to the other in short inches as a sudden wave of nostalgia hits you. Your eyes meet his green gaze looking at you already, hazed over with an emotion you couldn’t really tell.
“What happened to you?” you ask softly. Miks frowns, but doesn’t answer immediately. “We used to be close friends and now it's like we barely know each other.”
“Were we close?” he echoes your question, an air of defense coming into the tone of his voice. “Is that how you remember us being?”
There’s a pang of disappointment and hurt caused by his question, and you try to not show it, covering your expression with a scoff and a roll of your eyes.
“Yes? We used to hang out together all the time, but then you joined our team and suddenly I became your number one enemy for no reason.” you explain. Miks doesn’t make a comment, but he huffs a mocking laugh. “What have I done to you that hating me became so easy?”
Miks winces, eyes skimming the floor, “I don’t hate you.”
“You don’t have to lie to me.” you rub your arm, uncomfortable. “I know you hate me, why else would you bully me so much to the point of hurting me? I just want to understand why, Miks.”
You didn’t intend for your voice to sound weak and raw when asking him the questions. But now that the chance to figure out what made your friendship break apart so easily could be solved, the desperation was getting the best of you.
This wasn’t a matter of mending your broken heart and moving on freely, without the guilt of betrayal that shouldn’t exist in the first place, but more so to avoid internal quarrels like Tejo mentioned before. There were many strained relationships within the protocol to go up and become one more to the list. Brimstone and Viper have already too much on their plate to be meddling in these issues, so you hope with Tejo’s advice, something can be done here.
But Miks refuses to tell the truth, repeating with the same flat tone from before: “I don’t hate you. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
That only serves to infuriate you.
“That’s it? Only ‘I don’t hate you’ and things are solved?” you bark a laugh lacking humor. “What did you even want to talk about then, if it’s not to clear the air between us?”
“I wanted to apologize for hurting you before.” he replies between stammers, motioning to your ankle, “I didn’t mean to break it!”
“I know you didn’t, Miks, I understand it was an accident!” you groan in frustration, hands balling into fists, “But there has to be something else you want to speak about, like the fact you almost got me killed once or how many times you mess up with me till the point it stopped being funny! Even Clove had to ask you to stop being so mean to me!”
Miks sputters, frowning, “I didn’t get you killed, did I?! You’re still here in one piece and thriving apparently!”
“How can you fucking say that?!” you scream in retaliation, offended and shocked by his stupidity. “Do you think this is a joke?! Do you think I’m not hurt by how you pulled away from me? How much I miss you and the times we had fun? And now, out of nowhere, I became your number one enemy!”
Your voice breaks with each word uttered, humiliating yourself to someone who seems to not care in the slightest. You can feel the telltale ticklish feeling on your nostrils blooming, the need to cry bordering and gathering between your lashes as you blink away the tears.
Miks is frozen in place, green eyes widened and mouth agape as he struggles to process the image of you breaking down in front of him.
“What did I do to you?” you sob quietly, cleaning a stray tear rolling down your cheek. “Why do you hate me?”
The other takes a step closer, hand hovering in the air, as if trying to reach for you, but then stops. Miks is hesitant in his actions, eyes roaming your sad expression with unresolved emotions twisting in his chest. He wants to reach out, he needs to, but he doesn’t know how to breach the distance he created out of desperation rather than want.
Before he can touch you, you slap his hand away in a fit of anger. Miks looks at you with hurt in his eyes, words dying on his throat as anger seeps into your system. The frown deepens between your brows and your lips tighten into a scowl, you take a step back as you clean your eyes from its thin layer of tears, trying to keep what little dignity you still have intact.
“Don’t ever talk to me again.” your words come steady despite the slight tremble in your voice, “Next time you disrespect me or my position as an agent here, I’ll make sure Tejo or Brimstone sends your ass to oblivion and away from me. I don’t care how, I don’t care when, but I’ll make it happen so I don’t have to see your face again.”
With that, you turn around with a huff, lower lip trembling and holding back the want to cry. You feel stupid for still harboring these feelings for Miks despite how much he’s hurt you and the things he’s made you go through. You really thought that after all this time, and after realizing you have fallen in love with Tejo now, forgetting Miks and everything about him would be easy enough.
But having him tormenting you constantly, teasing you, making these butterflies roam your stomach as if he was trying to enamour you instead of taking his anger out on you, it didn’t help in the slightest.
Maybe you were already fucked up in the head to tolerate all of that. No normal person would see his behaviour as normal and still love his ass, you really need to get your head checked.
“Stop, for fucks sake!” Miks slams you against the wall, caging you between his arms as he pants heavily, cheeks flushed red.
“What the fuck?!” you wince in pain, rubbing the back of your head. “Why the fuck did you do that?!”
“I’ve been calling out to you, and you didn’t stop walking away!” it’s his excuse.
“Yeah, sure. As if there aren’t any other ways to catch someone’s attention than being outright violent!” you smack his chest, trying to push him away. “Let me leave!”
“No! You will listen to me now!” he yells back, grabbing you by the shoulders. “I’ve never hated you! Not before, not now, and never in my life have I ever hated you.”
You bite your lower lip, looking up at him with a startled expression. Miks is breathing fast, gathering courage to keep talking before you think better and just leave him.
“There is no other reality or universe where I could hate you.” He says your name softly, hands softening their hold and skimming over your shoulders until he is cupping your cheeks. A shiver runs down your spine, feeling your cheeks flush under the fluorescent lights, “And I-I’m…I-I’m—!”
He tucks his face under your chin, right against your neck and you yelp, caught off guard and embarrassed by his actions. Miks sighs nervously, hands roaming down your arms now.
He straightens, face red and green eyes gazing at you with determination brimming in them.
“I’m in love with you!”
“Huh?!”
Frozen in time, you watch Miks open and close his mouth after his outburst, green eyes roaming your face for any sign of rejection and hands shaking as he holds your arms in place. When you don’t say anything for a long time, he tests the waters by taking a step closer to you, body an inch away, and face close enough you can feel his breath against your skin.
His hand gently cups your cheek, thumb running over your lips softly, and gulps down the anxiousness seizing his body. Miks whispers your name tenderly, mouth skimming over yours slowly while he cuts short the distance and kisses your lips briefly. The touch sends a shiver down your spine, lingering for a moment before he starts moving his lips hesitantly, waiting for you to push him away.
But you never do.
To his surprise, he feels your hands grab him by his shirt, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss to something more needy, eagerness seeping into his actions as he holds you by the hips to pull you flush against his body.
His mind blanks when your tongues meet in the middle, twisting and tentatively licking into each other. Miks feel dizzy when you moan softly, sinking into his arms. Your hands slid into his hoodie, pulling it back by your actions, and thread through his locks gently before tugging and causing a groan slip from his lips.
Every time the kiss broke, it lasted only a brief second. Just enough for a shaky breath between your mouths, just enough to look at each other with wide, disbelieving eyes, before you were pulled together again by a neediness that was difficult to describe.
When you finally drew apart for oxygen, both of you were breathless, foreheads resting together, only to immediately chase another brief kiss as if even a few inches of distance felt unbearable.
“I love you.” he whispers between kisses, hands gripping your waist in a vice. “I love you so much.”
You want to speak, you want to ask so many things, but his lips are addicting, his touch is searing even above your clothes, and you don’t want him to be away from you.
One of his hands holds you by the neck tenderly as the other holds your hips in place. His mouth moves with precision, touch lingering and deepening the kiss as he swallows your sounds with eagerness. You gasp, bucking your hips against his pelvis, when his hand travels to your backside, groping the flesh greedily. His hardness is obvious when you grind again, feeling him straining in his pants, and groaning deeply when you repeat it over and over.
“You’re so warm.” he whispers hotly, lips trailing your cheek and down your neck with open mouthed kisses. You move your head to the side to give him better access, fingers tightening their hold on his hair when he bites harshly in the conjuncture between your neck and shoulder, sucking on the skin and licking up the bitemark.
“Miks…” you hiss between clenched teeth, his name escaping your mouth like a prayer.
“Turn around.” he commands you, palms warm on each side of your waist, “I want to feel you closer.”
You don’t make yourself wait, flipping around and feeling his body caging you against the metal wall. The contrast of the coldness and your damp and hot body is enough to send a shiver wrecking your body from head to toe, intensifying with his hard-on pressing against your ass and his hands roaming every inch he could get his hands on.
He grinds his pelvis roughly, panting in your ear while his hands linger in the expanse of your stomach, rejoicing in the way your muscle spams under his fingertips as it trails right under the hem of your sports bra. Miks’ hands sneak under the swell of your breast then, palms cupping each mound greedily and fondles them, catching the perky nipple between his thumbs and forefingers and twisting it slowly. He is rewarded with a whiny gasp from you and grinding back against his clothed erection in desperation.
“Are you going to fuck me or not?” you ask in irritation. Miks barks a mocking laugh, teeth gracing the sensitive skin of your neck.
“Eager, aren’t we?” He asks. You can feel the smirk on his lips.
“You started this,” is your defense, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. You push your hips backwards, feeling his hard dick thrust against your ass. Both of you moan at the friction, pushing you flat against the wall and hands squishing your breasts. He pulls the nubs gently, drinking in the sight of your expression morphing to one of pleasure.
Miks continues rutting against your backside, breathless and whimpering when you reciprocate avidly. Your sounds travel straight to his cock and the pit of his stomach tightens with each stroke of his hips.
“I-I’ve…” he starts, then breaks off into useless stutters when your hand finds the front of his pants, cupping his bulge, and begin rubbing him in slow movements, “F-f-f-fuck…”
“You are so hard,” you whisper in his ear, head thrown back onto his shoulder and fluttering your eyelashes. Your hand strokes him gently, feeling it twitch under your touch and through the clothes, “and I’m so wet for you.”
Miks inhales sharply, nuzzling your cheek affectionately, “R-Really?”
Biting your lip, you blink up at him through the haze of lust, “See it for yourself, pretty boy.”
He doesn’t need more encouragement than that. Miks turns you around in a second, caging you between his arms and a hungry mouth claiming your lips the moment you look up. Teeth clash, wet tongues intertwine, the passion isn’t cut short as he kisses you with raw need, whimpering when you roll your hips against his pelvis and your hands grab him by the neck to deepen the kiss.
Your hands travel to the expanse of his chest, feeling his heart beating erratically inside his ribcage, and fingertips trailing down to his stomach. The muscle convulses under your gentle touch, shuddering as your fingers hook around the waistband of his pants teasingly.
Miks’ breath stutters between kisses, arousal growing but eager to see what you do next.
As you slowly pull the fabric down, Miks has to stifle a groan when his dick springs free from the confines of his underwear, bouncing against your arm while you break the kiss to see him in all his great size.
His cock is girthy and veiny, head flushed slightly and pre-cum smeared over it. It’s…lenghty. Way longer than your fingers and anything you’ve tried on yourself before, not to mention it doesn't compare to old partners that were lacking in that department. And so fucking thick your mouth watered thinking of sinking your mouth and sucking him dry.
Miks huffs a flustered laugh when you stare at it with your lips parted and eyes widening, feeling your own wetness coat your panties as you contemplate his size in heat.
“Is not gonna fit.” You decide then, breathless. Miks hums pleased.
“I will make it fit.” he promises, fingers tugging the waistband of your shorts this time, sliding them slowly while his lips entertain yours in a passionate kiss.
Your mouths clash against each other hotly and deeply, feeling his tongue prod inside your cavity with much fervor than before. Your arms go around his neck, pulling him closer and sighing into his mouth when his fingers start touching the entrance of your pussy. He slides in two fingers between your labia, wetness coating em rapidly as he inserts them slowly, getting a feel of your gummy walls tightening around them.
You moan softly, curling on yourself when the pads of his fingers hit that spongey spot inside that sends goosebumps course over your body in tiny shockwaves. Miks grins victorious, feeling your walls spam, and inserts a third long finger with his thumb rolling over your clit, stretching you nice and wide.
“Oh, fuck—” you hold onto his shoulders, mouth agape as whimpers and groans escape your lips. Pleasure racks your body in waves of ecstasy, grinding your pelvis on his palm shamelessly while he accelerates the rhythm. The slap of skin on your pussy against his palm is loud, squelching and wet, it’s embarrassing listening to the sounds your body makes, but one glance at Miks’ expression tells you enough that he’s enjoying this thoroughly.
“You are doing so good,” he praises in a husky tone, cheeks flushed as he watches your legs close around his hand, hips spamming wildly. “You feel so good around my fingers, ljubav, so warm.”
“M-Miks…god—” whimpers steal your words, throwing your head against the wall, “More, more—!”
The tight coil starting to unravel inside your belly threatens to burst at any moment, feeling the pleasure build up rapidly as Miks doubles his effort by using his radiant powers and wraps his fingers in vibrating waves to the tip of his fingers.
“Cum for me, please, please, please,” he begs manically, lips kissing your cheek desperately and making its way down your neck. You could hear how aroused he was by the edge on his voice, “Do it for me, sweet girl, please, I need it.”
“Fuck, fuck—” You are drooling by now, too sensitive and overwhelmed by everything he’s doing to your body. Your hips rock against his palm, chasing after the release, “Miks, m’close…”
He licks your drool, a wicked smile pulls his lips, “Good girl, go on, cum.”
When he curls his fingers just right, it’s enough to send you over the edge. Your knees buckle under your pliant weight, draping over him when your orgasm hits you as a wrecking earthquake. Pleasure shatters from your core as he continues to finger you through your climax and the mind-numbing sensation transforms into an overwhelming feeling bordering on overstimulation as your legs shake.
Miks doesn’t stop even when he feels you crying against his shoulder, your voice raw with soft whimpers as you beg him to stop because is too much. He continues to plunge his fingers a few more times, unable to hide his flustered expression and widening smile pulling his lips when he sees the wreck he’s made of you.
“Atta girl,” he mumbles, smiling down at you.
His tongue licks the fingers coated in your juices, moaning at the taste and closing his eyes as he hums delighted. You slap his chest, embarrassed at the display, but it’s short lived when he suddenly grabs you by the hips and flips you around, bending you over against the wall as he aligns his dick to your wet entrance.
“R-Right now?!” You ask scandalized, eyes widening and face getting hotter.
“I need you. I want you now,” he replies as matter of fact, fingers running soothingly over the skin of your ass. His cheeks are red, and he is sweating bullets with nervous energy. “I’ve been dreaming of this for so long. To have you for myself…”
His words are embarrassing, but they are said so truthfully you can’t help your heart fluttering.
“To make you mine.” he groans, swaying his hips forward. The head of his cock slips between your folds messily, coating it with your wetness and remnants of your orgasm. “Finally for me to have.”
Despite all the time he spent preparing, fingering you and getting you wet, it still hurts like hell. You squirm uncomfortably as the head slowly breaches you, the stretch nearly painful. You gasp, temple against the cold metal of the wall, and immediately tighten around the intrusion when he pushes another inch. Miks groans, fingers digging into the skin on your hips as he stills at the overwhelming pleasure.
“A-Are you okay?” he hums softly, bending down to kiss the back of your neck.
“Yeah,” you nod, face getting hot, “please, keep moving.”
Miks’ fingers sneak to rub around your clit slowly to ease the pain and keep you distracted, dragging out the pleasure as he inserts his length until he fully bottoms out. He doesn’t stop his ministrations, kissing your cheek, the corner of your lips, and right under your ear; he tries to cover every space he can get to, rejoicing in the connection between your bodies and basking in the warmness your cunt gives him.
“W-Why are you so big?” you whine breathlessly. Miks hips bucks unconsciously, dragging out a chocked out moan from your lips. The pain is barely there, goosebumps rising with a new wave of pleasure blooming in your belly.
“Sorry!” he apologizes, face turning red. “Y-You can’t just say those things…”
You bounce on his dick once, testing the waters, and the hallway echoes with both of your moans as a reward. Miks has his eyes closed, breathing heavily on your spine, when he moves his hips all the way back until the head remains inside, and then snaps forward in a deep thrust.
You brace yourself against the wall when he nudges hard and deep inside your pussy, taking your breath away in a clipped groan. Miks does it again. And again, and again, over and over until he finally finds a rhythm that keeps you both tingling in pleasure and constantly gasping for air.
His cock plunges hard and fast paced, the tip of his member reaching and gracing your sensitive spot every time his pelvis smacks against your ass. The hands around your hips tighten with each passing second as he continues thrusting with eagerness. Miks had to fold over you to feel you closer, lips caressing the shell of your ears and kissing the skin he could reach fervently and hotly while whimpers and groans escapes his mouth.
“You’re so pretty, fuck, so good for me…” he mutters, hugging your waist. A hand trails up desperately, skimming over your stomach to grab your right breast as an anchor, and elicits a full body shudder. Your walls contract around his cock so deliciously he whimpers, “So cute, you are—ahg, fuck. You are mine.”
“Miks…” you sigh, moving your hips to meet his pistoning cock. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he continues to pound you insatiably, rhythm faltering when lust clouds his brain and his legs tremble with overwhelming pleasure. “Miks, h-harder—please, ah…”
“Anything you want,” he replies in a gasp, pulling his hips back and then slamming it with a powerful thrust. “Everything I do is for you.”
Your walls spams around his dick, fluttering and gripping him in a vise when you feel the tip of his fingers toy with your clit in tender circles, and then shockwaves of pure unadulterated pleasure wrecking you as he applies his radiant powers to stimulate you further. Your words slurs into nonsense, closing your legs around his hand when the pleasure overwhelms you, but he doesn’t stop fucking into you with wild abandon, making it his mission to make you cum around his lenght.
“Miks, o-oh, fuck!” you scream in surprise when he graces your cervix, pain and pleasure mixing together as he aims to that spot over and over. “A-Ah-hah! More! Fuck me harder!”
Miks cries out when your hand grabs him by the hair, turning his face around in a harsh tug to find his lips and kiss him deeply while he continues pounding into your cunt. His pace doesn’t stop, driving you crazy and blind with lust.
It’s too much. This is more than he can handle. More than his dreams and imagination could ever conjure up, and more than his hand alone could provide; because nothing was better than living reality right now.
Being engulfed by your wet heat, sucking him in every time he pulls back, kissing him like your life depends on it and moaning his name, allowing him to have this moment with you, fucking your brains out just as he has fantasized and not someone else doing this to you—thats enough to send him over the edge.
“I love you,” he moans your name between gasps, hips snapping deep inside you as the coil in his gut suddenly snaps. “I love you—!”
A deep guttural groan rips off from his chest as his hips jerk forward once again, white-hot pleasure blinding him as he unabashedly spills every drop of his cum inside your pussy; thick and heavy ropes of white coating your velvety walls, and deep inside your guts you begin trembling as you are filled to the brim.
His fingers have stopped moving, but the vibrations have only amplified to the point you reach your orgasm a few seconds after his with a cry of his name.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, a whiny whimper falls from your lips as you fuck yourself on his thick cock to ride out the pleasure. Miks gasps softly in your ear, overstimulation coursing his veins when he feels you moving, but too exhausted and blissed out to stop you, so he lets you do whatever you want with his dick as tears gather in his eyelashes.
When you start feeling weak in the knees, and when Miks doesn’t stop with the vibrations overstimulating your sensitive nub, you have to nudge him to get him off you, whimpering when his softening cock exits your cunt with a lewd slick sound.
You can feel his cum starting to run down your thighs, and Miks sees it too, fascination brimming in his eyes as he scoops it up and plunges it back where it came from.
“Fuck, Miks,” you startle with a shiver, feeling fingers re-inserting into your heat. “N-no, stop.”
“Sorry,” he mutters, pulling his fingers out slowly. The pads ghost over your pussy lips, and he bites his lower lip trying to keep himself under control as he sees you bend over and pull your panties and shorts back on.
Miks starts fixing himself too, pulling his dick inside his briefs and tugging the waistband of his pants up to appear slightly decent. His shirt has crumbled, and his gloves are damp, but there is nothing he can do about that and doesn’t really care.
You have turned to face him, back still resting against the wall for some support, and your expression is nothing short but flustered and insecure with the way you keep looking at him and then avoid his gaze when he searches your eyes.
The silence that follows is uncomfortable. Miks doesn’t know where to start the conversation that is due, sweating slightly and hands getting clammy as he feels the beginning of the anxiousness start eating him away.
“I’m not mad.” You interrump his thoughts. “But I want to understand where does this come from. Just…why?”
“Why what?” he replies stupidly. The deadpan look on your face is enough for him to drop the act, “Sorry…I’m just…nervous, I guess.”
“You just fucked me so hard I’ll probably be sore later, Miks. Nervous is the last thing I’d expect from you.”
He blushes, groaning, “D-Don’t say it like that!”
“But is true.”
“Listen, I—I don’t know where to begin.” Miks gulps, feeling the blush worsening, “I just really like you. A lot. When you started treating me well and kindly at the beginning, I couldn’t help but fall in love with you.”
You nod slowly, motioning him to continue. Miks purses his lips.
“Are you really going to make me say everything?”
“It’s the least I deserve after your unjustified attitude this whole time.” you cross your arms. He raises his hands in surrender, sighing.
“I was…jealous. You and Tejo have a very…interesting relationship.” he continues, avoiding your eyes. You can sense the anger coating his words, “It messed me up thinking I was just a toy for you to play around, and then toss me to the side after you got bored of me to go to him after you had your fill.”
Miks sighs, scratching the back of his head in a habit to calm himself down. You don’t stop him nor interrupt him, letting him speak at his own pace.
“I see the way you look at him,” he confesses, brows furrowing. “I see how you trail after him, how you rejoice in his praise, how he indulges and pampers you, and I couldn’t help but get enraged because I thought that someday I could have that all for myself and—”
“Miks…”
He shakes his head, laughing bitterly, “Listen, I was the one who was delusional enough to think you could do something like that. I was stupid and blind for not realizing you wanted to be with me. And I was in the wrong for treating you the way I did, even risking your life for petty jealousy.”
“I forgive you, Miks.” You grab his arm gently, catching his attention. “And I appreciate your feelings for me.”
Miks smiles without energy, the pain in his voice is clear, “So you don’t feel the same, huh.”
“I used to.” You admit, your hand trails down his arm and intertwines your fingers with his, “I was madly in love with you, Miks, but I don’t think I am anymore. I’m sorry.”
He nods, “Of course, that’s understandable.”
Miks’ hand tightens on your hold, biting his lower lip as he breathes deeply to try and keep his emotions at bay.
You let him be, thumb caressing the back of his hand in a weak attempt to comfort him as his gaze falls to the floor dejectedly and his lips purse downwards. His expression is pitiful and sad, given the circumstances, and part of you is relieved he isn’t crying because that’s a whole nother problem to deal with.
Suddenly you are pulled forward, and before you can react Miks’ lips captures yours in a gentle kiss. It’s so sudden and quick you can’t help but yelp, the softness of his mouth moving slightly to get a feel of yours, and before you can break it apart, he does it for you, panting heavily against your lips.
“I know you love Tejo,” he states, much to your dismay. “But you are not in a relationship with him, am I right?’
“Uh…n-no.” you reply feeblely, “I wouldn’t have let you have sex with me just now if I were dating him.”
“Good.” he answers, smiling. His usual energy returning to him like nothing happened, “I’ll make you fall in love with me again.”
The confidence in which he says it makes your heart flutter in embarrassment, feeling your face hot with a blush. Miks has this mischievous look on his face, handsome and so sure of himself, it leaves your brain reeling in confusion.
“Come again?” you ask.
He barks a laugh, eyes shining with mirth, “I’ll make you fall in love with me again. So please, wait for me.”
“Wh-What?”
“One chance,” he begs, holding your cheek with his free hand, “Let me be worthy of your love again, please.”
Much to your surprise, Miks lowers himself to the floor until he is kneeling, looking up at you through wet lashes and adoration brimming in his green eyes. He holds both of your hands close to his mouth, kissing your knuckles gently, and sighs softly.
“Please?”
Flustered, you try to pull him up, “M-Miks, don’t do that. You don’t have to do this.”
“I do.” he shakes his head, “This is the least you deserve for all I’ve done and won’t be enough. And it’s selfish of me to ask you to wait for me, but I love you. I love you so much seeing you with someone who isn’t me is going to kill me.”
“M-Miks, I-I…”
“Just let me try,” his brows furrow, expression twisting into desperation, “I’ll make you happy, I promise.”
Biting your lower lip, you weigh his words and consider them carefully. The circumstances are not the best nor the timeframe is enough to consider if it’s a good idea to accept him. But his begging pleas and sad doe eyes are enough to lower your walls rather quick and you give a tentative nod, watching his face lighten up as he hugs your midsection and burrows his face in your stomach.
“Thank you, thank you,” he mutters, sighing in relief. “You won’t regret it.”
Your fingers threads through his brown locks gently, sighing defeatedly as he doesn’t stop hugging you. It would have been a tender moment if it weren’t for the pressure he was applying and the uncomfortableness between your legs and his cum still pumped inside you.
“Hey, uh, will you let go?” Miks looks up, a pout tugging his lower lip, “I really want to take a shower.”
“Do you want company?” he asks.
With a deadpan tone, you reply, “No.”
“Are you sure?”
Narrowing your eyes, you peel him away from you, pursing your lips, “You are really testing the limit.”
“It’s because I love you.” he whispers your name softly, smitten and completely over the moon.
This might not have been the best execution when it comes to amending things, but you won’t start complaining about the end result with Miks and you being sexually and emotionally satisfied.
The car ride is bumpy on the way to the beach, so much so that you are thankful for the music Raze has cranked up to the max as she sings along with Killjoy behind the wheel.
A moan slips out of your lips when KJ hits another pothole, feeling Miks’ cock snuggle deep inside and nudging your most sensitive spot in a continuous rhythm thanks to the road. You hide your face on his neck with a breathy moan, hand fisting his shirt to contain the sounds of pleasure spewing from your mouth. You feel his fingers toying with the hem of your shirt, skin caressing under the piece of clothing, and bucks his hips on purpose to feel your walls gripping his dick.
“S-Stop…” you stammer weakly.
Miks laughs softly, hand caressing your thigh and the other now holding around your hips to keep you in place. His face is flushed, humming in a gravely voice right by your ear, and sighing softly when the car jumps again and you inevitably bounce on his lap.
“Good girl…” he sighs, fingers digging softly in your flesh. “So warm, and tight.”
He’s had you cockwarming him from the very beginning, much to your dismay. With his fingers splaying on your thighs and kissing your neck fervently while the girls were distracted getting ready, Miks pulled your panties aside and inserted his girthy and rock hard member inside you, biting your bare shoulder to contain his own groans as you sucked him in eagerly.
It’s been half an hour already, you were starting to get agitated as your arousal kept dripping and coating his length down to the base. You don’t even know how you’re gonna get out of this car without the clear signs that Miks has been tortuously filling you to the brim, driving you wild and completely fucked out as he gives shallow thrusts to keep you on edge.
You can barely make out Raze’s voice over the music, asking about you since you were acting strange.
“It’s a little cramped here,” Miks answers for you, smiling cheekily. He points to the bags and items from the other agents next to him in the backseat, “Her neck is hurting, and the heat is pretty strong, she’s just trying to save some energy, you know?”
“Of course!” she replies, none the wiser.
Once Miks makes sure the girls are thoroughly entertained by the next choice of music, his hand snakes under your skirt, finger riding up and up until the tips reach your core and caresses your labia teasingly.
You whimper, legs parting slightly to accommodate the intruder hand as Miks starts circling over your clit with gentle vibrations of his radiant powers. Your hips grind on his lap, feeling his cock barely slip in and out of your core, but giving you enough friction to start chasing after your neglected orgasm avidly.
“Adrijan…” you sigh in his ear. You can feel the full bodied shudder racking him, and he gives in retribution a strong thrust, timing it right when the car hits another bump on the road. “Oh, love, ah—ngh!”
He feels you vyse around his cock when your climax hits you, walls convulsing and sucking him greedily as you bite down onto his neck to stop your sounds. The tightness of your cunt paired with the delicious pain blooming on his neck is enough to send him over the edge, cum painting your insides hot and thick, every drop being milked by your greedy pussy. His eyes roll to the back of his head, gasps being drowned by the music as his hips buck up with the last remnants of his orgasms.
You slump against his chest, taking big gulps of air and groaning slightly when Miks doesn’t stop circling the sensitive bud. It’s a lazy motion, more to entertain himself rather than to overstimulate you, and maintain the same pace.
“Adrijan…” in the heat of the moment, you tighten around his member as a warning, watching his expression morph to one of surprise as his cheeks flush red.
“S-stop!” he hisses under his breath.
“You stop first!” you whisper back, hitting his chest.
“Hey, amiga, you feeling better?!” Raze turns around, smiling brightly. “We getting closer to the hotel!”
You startle at her voice, smiling awkwardly with a nod. Miks nods too, smiling shaky as he tries to maintain composure. Raze gives you two thumbs up and goes back to singing with KJ, giving you privacy to keep on your quarrel.
“I’ll get back to you, you’ll see.” you threaten. Miks huffs a laugh, nuzzling your neck and kissing the pulse point.
He hums, smirking, “Yeah? How so?”
You give a quick glance to the front seats, making sure both are entertained with each other before a hand sneaks up to his chest and twists his nipple between nimble fingers.
Miks gasps, grabbing your wrist and pulling it away. He’s flustered, eyes wide and confused as he watches your lips stretch to an innocent smile.
“You are not going to sleep tonight, baby,” you brush the hair from his forehead, giving it a gentle kiss. “I’ll milk the fuck out of you until you are begging for mercy.”
Miks doesn’t answer immediately, too focused on your gorgeous face and the warmth coating his member still deep inside you to think about anything else, but nods absently. The promise of a good time veiled as a threat does nothing but give him goosebumps, ready to surrender to whatever you have planned for him.
Summary: Miks loves you a little too much. He also love your sounds.
Warnings: Full on Smut, oral sex (Female receiving), fingering, riding, missionary(?), creampie, breeding kink, jealousy, recording sounds without consent (but later on he lets you know).
Adrijan loves the set-up he’s made of the old radio room Brimstone has given him.
It’s big enough for all his vinyls, stereos and piano, arranging them in a way he’s still able to walk around freely without knocking out anything. And small enough to have the sounds compacted and with a nice reverb when he records his sets.
Just like now.
“Oh, fuck, Adrij—ah—!”
Your moan is cut off when he sucks on your clit vigorously, groaning when your thighs cage his head between your legs.
Miks is kneeled before you, pinning your body against the wall, one hand fondling your right breast and twisting the nipple between nimble fingers, and the other is wrapped around your thigh in a secured hold. Your weight rests entirely on his shoulders, squirming and shuddering as his tongue prods inside your walls and drinks your juices as a starved man.
His cock twitches inside his briefs when you pull on his hair a little too hard, eyes rolling to the back of his head and fingers digging into your skin. Miks can’t help but groan, tongue prodding between your folds.
“More, please!” Your pelvis grinds against his face. Nose nudging your clit, “Adrijan please, please, I need you!”
Miks licks a long stripe on your slit slowly, kissing the sensible nub gently and twirls his tongue on the bud, eliciting a shiver down your spine as a wicked smile stretches on his lips.
“Hmmm, your noises are so lovely.” He purrs, cheeks squishing on your thigh. His tongue wets his upper lip, smiling cheekily, “I love how you sound, won’t you give me more?”
“Adri, please…” he feels you twitching under his touch. “Stop teasing me.”
“But you like it when I do.” he emphasizes his words by pinching your nipple, giggling under his breath when you gasp and curve your back. “Moj anđelčić, keep making noises for me, yeah?”
Moaning and thrashing against his mouth, Miks grabs your waist with an iron grip as his lips circle around your bud again and sucks, tongue flicking rapidly on your clit. His fingers nudge your walls gently, inserting three at a time and thrusting them in tandem with his sucking.
His dark green eyes observe every shift in expression on your face. The furrowed brows, eyelids closed, and mouth wide open letting sinful moans flow endlessly. The sight makes his cock throb, but the friction against the fabric of his trousers does nothing to relieve the pain. Even the pre-cum has started to stain his underwear as his pelvis grinds the air in search of relief. The tightness of your walls feels delicious around his fingers the faster he pumps them; he can’t wait to fill you up with his cock and have you wrapped around his length.
Miks can wait a little longer, that’s okay. He’d do anything to keep listening to you moans and drinking your release as if it were ambrosia. To feel your soft skin and hands tugging and pushing his face against your pussy as he gets drunk on the feeling.
Your whines get louder the closest you are to your climax. Miks can feel it in the way your legs start to tremble erratically and how oblivious you are to the strength pulling at his curls—he notices when his tongue curls just right on your clit, the pitch on your voice gets higher and your fingers tighten on his roots.
He retrieves the fingers then, coated in your juices, and your walls spams around nothing. You whimper at the loss, grinding your pelvis against his mouth but he only chuckles, winking playfully as he lets go of your thighs gently.
“Come here, sweet girl, I’ll make you feel better.”
Miks stands, tugging your hand gently as you trail after him with wobbly legs. When your limbs fail you, you land on his chest with a soft thump, sighing his name with a whiny groan and grinding your legs together.
“Help me?” You beg, looking up at him through a blurry gaze.
Inside his pants, his cock twitches at the sight. Miks has to stop a moment before he jumps you right there, trying to control his impulses because he wants this to last for as long as he can.
That and he doesn’t want to act like an animal in heat trying to mark a claim on you…as much as he wants that.
He pulls you against his body, smiling softly as his cheeks redden, “Anything for you, my love.”
Miks sits you on the table, not resisting for another second and goes to steal a kiss from your lips. He goes to grab his rolling chair, eyes roaming your nude form in all its glory, and fails miserably a few times in catching the back of the chair as he gets distracted by your perky nipples and bashful expression.
Without any shame, he pulls his pants and underwear down in one go, resting right above his knees.
Your eyes widen as you let out a gasp, covering half of your face with your hands as you feel your face warm in embarrassment and excitement. Your walls spams when you see his erect cock, flushed at the tip and with precum smeared around the head. The veins in his shaft are slightly prominent and go all the way down hiding under the curls of his pubic hair.
Miks bites his lip, amused at your reaction, and pulls his damp gloves off to toss it to the side. He grabs the base of his length then, pumping it slowly as he sits on the chair and sees your legs closing in search of friction.
“Right here, baby,” he mutters, patting his lap, “Sit where you belong.”
It doesn’t take more convincing as you immediately throw yourself at him, legs encasing his waist and arms going around his shoulders as you claim his lips in a desperate kiss.
Your mouths melt together, tongues tangling as your needines to be fucked grows by the second. Miks takes your lower lip with his teeth, biting it playfully before he returns the kiss tenfold in passion.
Without breaking the connection you raise your hips slightly, feeling him guide the tip of his cock to your entrance and resting his free hand on your hips, thumb caressing the side lovingly.
As you descend, you feel your walls fluttering as it accommodates his size. You are covered in so much of your arousal and Miks’ spit from before, and it helps slightly as his cock slides in slowly, stretching you further and making your mouth go wide when he finally bottoms out.
You whimper, unable to hide how good it feels with the tip pressing against your sensitive spot, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your system.
Miks groans your name, tensing under you with his hands gripping your sides painfully. It melts away as he rubs your skin with his powers after a moment, sighing a breath of pleasure when you test the waters by bouncing slowly on his member. The sudden stimulation makes him jump on the chair, throwing his head forward and hiding his face on the crook of your neck.
“Fuck—so tight,” he curses lowly, “W-Wait, wait a second—”
Your hand wraps around his neck and pushes him against the backrest with a quiet whine. Miks’ face is flushed red with his eyes unfocused as he struggles to form a coherent sentence, brain mushy from the feeling of your walls hugging his dick so deliciously.
“I feel so full, Adrijan,” you mutter, rolling your hips. “You fill me up so well.”
“Hot,” he replies, “So fucking hot and warm—ah!”
Whatever he was trying to say slurs into nonsensical blabbering when you start riding him in earnest, the tip of his cock hitting that spongey spot over and over, stimulating and making your legs tremble from the pleasure.
Your moans echo in the little room, throwing caution into the wind as your volume gets higher in pitch when Miks starts joining your symphony with whimpers of his own. The rolling chair bounces alongside your riding, giving you a boost every time the head of his cock remains inside and you slam down your hips.
“Oh, oh! There! Adri, fuck—oh my god.”
His hands travel from your hips to your chest in desperation, gripping your breasts on the palm of his hands and seeing it spill between his fingers with an enamored expression. You still your hips when he pulls your nipples gently, causing you to fold forward as a shiver racks your spine straight to your wet cunt.
He barks a breathy moan when you tighten around him, seeing you so sensitive to his touches that he wishes nothing more than to devour you whole.
Without waiting for you to continue, he hugs you close to his chest and stands up. His hands grab your tights quickly, avoiding you to fall and detach from himself to where you are connected. He lays you down on the table gently, right next to his mixer and notebooks, and begins pounding into your heat with wild abandon and lust taking over.
Miks lifts your legs above his shoulders, resting them there as he folds you in half so his cock can reach deeper, burying himself to the hilt each time your walls spams. He keeps muttering your name over and over, too lost in the pleasure, too focused on wanting to reach both of your climaxes.
“L—Let’s try something, yeah?” he asks in a hushed whisper. Pace harder, faster, “Moan loader for me, babygirl.”
One of his hands sneaks between your bodies, thumb reaching for your nub and rolling over your clit in wicked circles. It’s not until it begins vibrating that you lose your mind completely.
“Fuck!” You cry out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Faster! Adri—Adrijan! Go faster, please!”
Miks latches his mouth on your nipple, tongue twirling and sucking eagerly as he intensifies the vibration on your clitoris and his pistoning cock keeps knocking your breath away.
The stimulation ignites every single nerve in your body as your walls spams around his shaft. It’s hot, and slick and wet and the sounds are just filthy in the lustful haze of your brain.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he whimpers around your breast. Hips snapping against your ass. The sound of skin against skin dirty to his ears, “Keep pulling me in, you feel so good—ah!”
Miks fucks you like a man possesed. Each time he makes you scream his name, he tries to go harder, wanting to keep listening to your voice crack as pleasure shoots up your body.
“Breed me!” you scream in desperation, brain mushy from the pleasure. Your nails dig into his back as you try to anchor yourself, too lost in the sensations, “Fill me up, please! Adri, baby, fuck me harder!”
A guttural groan rips from his chest as he feels you reach your orgasm faster than he thinks. Your back snaps like a bowstring, chest puffing out and throwing your head to the side as you cum with his name on your lips.
When you clench around him in wild spams, he’s a goner.
With one final deep thrust, pressing flush against your body, he cums with a shuddering gasp.
Warmth floods inside you in pulsing waves as he spills inside your pussy in heavy amounts of spent. He gives weak thrusts as he rides his orgasm alongside you, knees wobbling for a second from the intensity of it and whimpering.
Miks doesn’t pull out, wanting to give you every last drop as his hips twitch. His lips reach your neck, collarbone and chest. His hands massages each inch of skin available for him, feeling you up as you sigh from the overstimulation.
“Adrijan,” you call softly, kissing the mop of his hair. “I love you.”
“I know baby,” he replies, kissing your lips in a gentle grace. “I love you too. So much, you have no idea.”
With a quiet giggle, you reciprocate his smooches playfully, pecking his lips multiple times until he is blushing.
“No more jealous?” you ask, hand toying with the hairs on the base of his neck. Miks pouts slightly.
“I wasn’t jealous.” he lies. You roll your eyes, huffing a laugh.
“Sure, of course.” you reply, “You wanting to eat me out has nothing to do with how Yoru proposed the idea to me.”
Miks grumbles, getting angry by the second, “The audacity of that bitch to ask my girl if she ever wants to go down in front of me was stupid. I will kill him next time.”
Giving a laugh, you smack his back, “Adri, I was never going to say yes.”
“Doesn’t matter, I have the necessary material to make him regret what he said.”
When you cock your head to the side, confused, Miks can’t help but sigh lovingly looking into your precious face as affection swells his chest.
“I love you so much,” he says, “That’s why I’ll incorporate our lovemaking sounds into my next set for the protocol to listen.”
“What?!” You exclaim, blushing wildly. “When did you even record us?!”
“Now?” He replies. “Baby, don’t be silly. Why did you think I wanted to fuck you here? It has good isolation for sounds.”
Miks winks playfully, claiming your lips in a deep and desperate kiss. You can’t even deny him, hugging him close as your kiss deepens and mouth slots together filthily.
His tongue meets yours inside your mouth, moaning slightly when starts toying with yours until he dominates you. When you part, you are panting heavily, a thin string of saliva still connecting you to him.
Miks slowly pulls out his softening cock from your pussy, making the most lewd sounds you could think of, and embarrassed to admit it turned you on how much of his cum has filled you.
“Should I record the sounds of my cum if I finger you now?”
Okay so I love those stupid fucking textposts and I have nothing better to do (im ignoring that my Final exams are in a few days) so uhhh back to my Valorant roots ig (these are so fucking stupid and out of character lmao)
So uhhh Valorant Agents x Reader (kinda??)
These are all kinda themed around meet ups and stuff - including Miks, Gekko, Clove, Iso, and Sage (give me more characters and Scenarios to make if you think these are fun)
