#ghostqueues

His arm wrapped around your waist, looping under your arms that held your book. He then raised a leg to place on top of yours, cuddling himself into you with a breath of relief against your neck. Alhaitham’s body quickly relaxed against yours, feeling the effects of the day wash from him once he made physical contact with you. 

After a moment of comfortable silence, and a moment of you thinking your partner had gone to sleep from how quiet he was, Alhaitham spoke up. “You know I like you, right?” His voice, silent like a whisper with some hesitancy laced with it. As if he was whispering a secret to you that you didn’t know, even though you completely know. 

You smiled slightly at that. You combed your hand through his hair one last time before releasing his hair. You moved your hand from his hair to cup his cheek, you turned his head to look at you clearly. Your hands were soft as you looked at Alhaitham with a loving gaze. “Dear, we are already dating.” 

Alhaitham blinked. His gaze longing, searching through yours before leaning closer to you, lips inches away from one another. “I know.” That was all he said before planting a kiss onto your lips. 

“Mmh? Diluc? Something wrong?” You asked out of concern once you felt his arms wrap around your waist from behind. His body sags against yours with his head laying on your shoulder as you continue your cooking in front of you. 

Diluc chuckled, shaking his head against your shoulder with a breathless sigh. His arms unconsciously tightening around you as he answered. “No, I’m fine.” 

“Are you sure?” You playfully asked him without looking at him. You then lean your head onto his with a chuckle as the food before you started to heat up, causing you to stand back upright to pay attention to the food. The red-haired man nodded, returning a laugh to your shoulder before kissing it through your shirt.  

Even though he had maids that are capable of cooking for the two of you, you still like to cook for him on occasions that you just felt like it. And it’s always the days that Diluc just had the hardest time in the morning, you and your cooking have been the only things keeping him from going sane. 

His arms moved from your waist to have his hands be on your hips. Diluc turned his head slightly to your neck, pecking your skin lightly, making sure that he doesn’t distract you too much from your amazing cooking. 

“Diluc!” You scowled him with giggling because he had kissed a ticklish part of your neck. You tilted your head away from him as much as you could, but because of his hold on you, you couldn’t go too far away. So, he continued his assault on your neck with you letting out your laughter into the comfortable atmosphere. 

Soon, he stopped. Mainly because he remembered that you were cooking for the two of you, so he decided to settle down a bit. He rested his chin on your shoulder, watching as you finished with the last bits of the food that was for dinner. 

Diluc breathed in and out, closing eyes as the smell of your food reached his nose and your body heat mixed with his. “I’m in love with you.” He suddenly confessed into your ear. You froze for a moment, almost dropping the food after taking it off the eye, completely caught off-guard by that statement. It took you a minute before laughter enveloped from your throat again, with you shaking your head. 

“Diluc, we are already dating.” Oh, how he loved the way you said your relationship status.  

Dating. You two are dating each other. You two are in a relationship. He is yours and you are his, for as long as you would have each other. 

“I know.” He responded, kissing your neck again. It then created another wave of laughter to come out of you. Maybe even more than before. 

“Mmm...” Jing Yuan tapped his desk lightly with his nails, his head rested on his hand in a silent thought. He could feel the boredom and sleepiness seeping onto him, making him want to retract from his desk and find you immediately for an afternoon nap. Yet he had to steel himself from leaving his desk... or falling asleep onto the pile of papers that surrounds him. 

Sighing to himself, a sound notification went off in the general's desk, making him smile a bit. Jing Yuan took out his phone from his desk drawer and checked his notifications, in case any of them were you that he had missed. He immediately noticed a text notification that had come in and quickly clicked on it.  

I’m looking forward to seeing you tonight, hope you have been working hard J 

From: [name] 

Jing Yuan paused for a moment, reading the message repeatedly as a smile settled on his face from your words and your appearance on the contact photo. He could only imagine how your expression was when you wrote this, your smile as wide as ever and your eyes shining as bright as ever.  

He then paused for a moment, thinking about what to say to you before typing a response. 

Maybe it’s because of your hopes that I have been working very hard today. Thank you for them ;) 

From: Jing Yuan 

The general then set his phone beside him and was going to return to his work, thinking that you wouldn’t be able to respond for another moment or two until the same sound went off. He turned back to his phone, reading the message that popped up on his screen. 

I’m glad to hear that lmao. Be sure to not tire yourself out, okay? 

From: [name] 

Jing Yuan smiled at the message before picking up his phone again to type another. 

I’ll make sure not to, dear. And btw, if I may be so bold, I would like to confess my feelings to you tonight, if that is okay with you. 😉 

From: Jing Yuan 

Jing Yuan let out a chuckle at the forward message. He was wondering what your response would be when another south went off when another message appeared on the text. 

Jing Yuan, we are already dating😅 

From: [name] 

Jing Yuan responded immediately. 

I know, but I feel I must do so, is that alright? 

From: Jing Yuan 

It didn’t take long for another message to through. 

Yes, that’s alright with me 😊 I’ll see you tonight, Jing Yuan. 

From: [name] 

See you soon😉 

From: Jing Yuan 

Luocha watched from beside you with a soft look on his face. You scanned the various books that were on the window of Spare Time Book Store in the Exalting Sanctum with a hand on your chin and a focused look on your face.  

Your eyes wandered from book to book with intent from looking closely at the title to examining the book cover to reading the synopsis before you moved on. You moved down the shelves in deep thought, eternally thinking which new book to get for your next read. Luocha smiled kindly at your focused face, appreciating your intent look. 

“You are looking rather focused, my dear.” He spoke, raising his hand to smooth out the furrowed wrinkles between your eyes. The feeling of Luocha’s finger on your head made you pause your search in the sea of books as the warmth envelops you. It reminded you that you were here with your partner, causing you to turn to him quickly. 

You smiled sheepishly at him, his fingers still rubbing your forehead. “Sorry, I’m just trying to find the next installment of the series that I have been reading but...” You then looked from him to the books with a sad look. “It seems they don’t have it yet, even though the book came out a month ago...” You then continued with your sad yet passionate rant about the next installment of the series and how you hope there will be more copies soon. 

Luocha gave you a sad smile as he heard your frustrations. His hand then moved from your forehead to your hand, intertwining your fingers tightly. “That’s such a shame.” He finally says after you have finished. “How about we ask the bookseller and see if there are any in stock?” Luocha suggested to you. 

It wasn’t a bad suggestion, just something that seems inconvenient. “I-I don’t really want to talk to the shop keeper.” You said to him, looking down at your intertwined hands in destress before sighing to yourself. 

Luocha leaned down and kissed your forehead. “I can talk to the shopkeeper for you, if that is alright with you.” You paused for a moment in thought before nodding in response. “What is the books name?” 

After you told him the name, Luocha nodded with a knowing look then guided you both to the counter where the Xianzhou native bookkeeper was. The bookkeeper looked at you both with big customer-service smiles with a greeting, yet her eyes held the same knowing look as Luocha’s as she glanced between the both of you. You smiled back in return before stepping slightly back behind Luocha, allowing him to take for you. 

“Excuse me, madam, do you happen to still have the book that I requested to be kept aside?” Luocha asked with a soft smile to the keeper. You glanced up immediately from the floor to Luocha with surprise. Your eyes shifting back and forth between your partner and the seller, confused as to what's going on. 

The seller then nodded. “Yes, I was able to set aside. Would you like the book now?” The seller asked Luocha, and he nodded back in response. “Let me go get for you.” She then turned and walked to the further back of the store. 

Once she walked back, you stepped up from behind Luocha with the same look of surprise as before. “Luocha, I thought you didn’t know the books name.” You whispered to him in confusion about the current event. 

Luocha turned to you with a chuckle. “Yes, I did not know the name, I was asking out of confirmation.” He told you in assurance, squeezing your hand before lifting it up to his lips to kiss the back of it. “Just think of it as a gift from me to you.” 

You were about to respond again until the shopkeeper came back. “Here’s your purchase, sir. Hope you two have a nice day!” Luocha turned back to the shopkeeper with a smile before taking the book from her hands. While still holding your hand, he guided you to an onlook not too far from the bookstore where all the Sky skiffs travel through. 

You were still in a state of shock even when Luocha stopped in front of you and turned back to you. He then held out the book to you with a sheepish smile. “I hope it was alright for me to do this. I apologize if I caused any type of distrust or stress within this surprise.”  

Pausing for a moment, you breathed in and out before shaking your head aa you took ahold of the book. “You had done nothing wrong, Luocha. It was honestly me that was too caught up to not notice.” You said the last part mainly to yourself as you looked down at the book cover, its beautiful art capturing your eye immediately. 

Luocha shook his head at the self-deprecation you had made. Placing his finger under your chin, he lifted your head to meet his eyes. “There is no need to put yourself down.” Luocha told you with sincerity in his tone and eyes. “I wanted to do this for you just because. If anything...” He paused, looking down at the book then back up at you. “I hope you don’t mind what’s inside of the book.” 

You raised a brow at his statement before looking down at the book in your hand. Luocha moved his hand from your chin to your cheek, cupping it as you opened the book with your free hand, not wanting to let go of your boyfriends. Once you had opened the book, your eyes immediately caught the words that were written on the front page; in Luocha’s handwriting. 

My dear flower,  

I hope you can take this book as a confession of my admiration of you. I truly do like you. 

Love, 

Your healing knight, Luocha 

You reread the contents about three times, taking in the words and the beautiful handwriting in complete and utter awe. You then looked up at Luocha with wide eyes and gaping mouth, completely taken aback by the gesture and the content altogether. 

“But-” You stammered out, unsure of what to say in response. The shock finally wore off a bit, causing you to let out a laugh with a small smile spreading to your face. “But Luocha... we are already dating.” You let out another laugh at the truthful statement you just said aloud, as if you were still in shock that you were dating someone so handsome as him. 

Luocha grinned at your words, a sigh then came out of his mouth as he leaned down to you. “I know.” He whispered against your lips. He took a moment to stare into your eyes, not making the move that you wanted him to do until you gave him consent, like always since the beginning of your relationship. 

So, you nodded and whispered a yes against his lips, before he melded them onto your own.  

The frustration building inside of you makes every inch of your body feel like it might explode, tears threaten to spill past your bottom lashes and onto your cheeks but you refuse to cry and give in to the absolute shit show of a day you’ve endured. Your throat constricts while you take a deep breath, as you exhale the subtle sound of your doorknob twisting is heard, the door opens slightly, and before you can think your fingers fumble with your kunai, quickly throwing it and seeing it lodge into the wall next to the door. 

Sasuke walks in to stop as he sees you, glancing at the kunai and then back at you. His eyes scan your body, seeing you sopping wet with a puddle of water soaking your once dry carpet, you were frowning at him and your eyes were slightly red even as you blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. “Bad day?” He comes inside, locking the door once it's been shut. 

“Yeah, you could say that.” Your voice was small yet still croaked as you spoke. He nods, not saying anything more as he makes his way towards you, hands gripping your wrist and tugging you back towards your room. Immediately you start to pull your wrist back albeit weakly. “Not that kinda bad day.” 

“I figured as much.” He shrugs his jacket off and tosses it on your bed, if you had the energy you’d scoff at how he’s making it seem as if this was his room. 

“No I mean-”

“Can you shut up for a second?” He interjects while waving a hand in your direction, ignoring the glare you shoot at him as he walks to your bathroom. He disappears for a moment until you hear the shower turn on. Once again making himself feel at home. You open your mouth to call to him when he reappears, hand beckoning you over.

Against your better judgment, you move towards him, feet seemingly having a mind of their own, and follow him into your bathroom. The steam that was already filling the small bathroom gave you a warm hug of warmth, not realizing how cold you were from the rain. A content sigh leaves your lips accepting the new damp warmth you felt. 

“Wanna tell me what got you like this?” He asks while pulling his shirt off and dropping it at your feet. Confusion crosses your features as he continues to undress in front of you, the heat from the steam leaving and going straight to your face, you jerk your head away from him as you mumble a half ass answer about how it’s raining outside. You hear the rest of his clothes fall against the tile floor as he discards them all, quickly kicking them to the side so your wet ones don’t drip on his. 

“How are you not wet? The weather outside is awful.” You ask, head still turned away to not look at him, still unsure as to why he decided to strip. It’s not like you haven’t seen him but the close proximity and eye contact are still something you weren’t used to. 

“It’s called an umbrella, the clouds were dark, and it was obvious it was going to rain. You’d have to be blind to not see that.” You snap your head to glare at him which turned to sudden wide eyes as he was fully naked in front of you. Your eyes wander from his chest down to his toned stomach and venture further until- “Eyes up here.” He smirks when he sees the flush of your face. 

“Why am I even in here?” 

“We’re going to shower, you need to relax.”

“I- we- huh?” You stutter out, the gears in your head coming to a halt while you look at him as if a second head grew out of his neck. Sasuke rolls his eyes and slips his fingers under the bottom of your top and tugs it off and over your head, it drops to the floor with a loud splat sound from the rainwater soaked in it. 

“I said you needed to relax, now shut up, stop asking questions, and take your pants off.”

“God you’re such a-”

“Yeah whatever, just hurry up before the hot water runs out.” 

Once again, against your better judgment, you listen to him, your clothes are off and discarded with your shirt, a small pool of water creating around it. Soon you’re stepping into your shower first, the heat of the water relaxing your sore and aching body and warming you up in an instant. You audibly sigh and allow your eyes to close just feeling the water beat and fall down your chest like a steady stream. 

Sasuke is soon after you, hands finding a place on your waist, the subtle squeeze making your body freeze up as if the water had turned frigid. “Relax, Jesus it’s just me.” Sasuke says, you can feel the huff of his breath on the back of your neck which does nothing to calm you down. 

Relax? It’s just me? That’s exactly the reason why you couldn’t, the sole fact that if you two weren’t fucking then what was the point of being here? What was the point of this? This was too nice for him, too intimate. 

His hands slide from your waist up to your shoulders and feel his thumbs press down and slowly rub, easily bringing you back from your thoughts. “You’re tense.”

“When am I not?” You joke, amusement evident as it was so obvious you’ve never been a relaxed person. The expectations are always so high for you even from such a young age, even now with so many responsibilities on your plate the urge to sleep and ignore it all is so heavy. 

Sasuke doesn’t respond, thumbs pushing down deeper into your muscles massaging out all of the tenseness you have. You lean back against his chest, eyes shutting once again and letting a sigh escape your lips. His hands go down your back keeping the pressure to work out the rest of your body. “Fuck..” You whimper.

“There we go..” His fingers dig into your lower back finding the place where you melt into him, you lean your head back against his shoulder and sigh contentedly. 

“Thank you for this.” You say quietly, barely heard over the stream of water coming from your shower head. It was a soft moment, both of you two never uttering anything other than foul comments to one another, always making sure the next word hurt more than the last, yet here you were; eyes closed and guard down against the chest of someone you couldn’t stand to look at when you were kids. 

“Shut up.” His chest rises as he scoffs before dipping down to kiss your shoulder. “You looked a mess when I got here.” 

Ignoring his comment, you bend forward to turn the heat up higher, you soon turn around to face him, his hair is damp and his cheeks are flushed from the steamy air. He didn’t have his signature grimace that always laid upon his face, being this close where the tension wasn’t filled with anger was…different. 

His hands made their way back to your waist, squeezing the soft plush of your skin. The air; although thick with vapor, was brittle as a crisp autumn leaf, so fragile it could break if you breathed, and if it didn't snap you felt like you just might. Neither of you speaks, you fumble with your fingers, unsure if you should lay them on him as he has his on you. 

Almost as if he could hear your thoughts, his hand slid to the back of your neck tugging you closer, a quiet “Come here.” leaving his lips before he was on yours. 

Unknowing if it’s because of the intimacy of being in the shower together and the vulnerability it gave off, but the kiss emitted every little bit of exposure you felt. His hands held onto you tightly while yours lay upon his chest. Collectively, a sigh left you both; unspoken words left between you both and died on each other's tongue.

~~ 

You feel the cool sheets against your warm skin as you plop yourself on your bed, the fluffy pajama bottoms you now have on bringing an added level of cozy you oh so needed to your day. You finally felt relaxed; cold, damp clothes soon forgotten as well as the ravenette who stood behind you. Your mind was mulled over with the sudden leisure that you couldn’t stop the squeal that escaped you when Sasuke’s cold hand wrapped around your ankle and pulled you down the length of your bed. You turn to look at him when his lips come crashing into your own, soft lips pressing hard while you melt into his touch, kissing Sasuke has started to feel familiar, a comfort in kissing his lips and knowing how the other works. 

One of his hands comes up to take place at your throat, slightly squeezing to elicit a small whimper from you. Just like you feeling familiarity in his lips he feels the same in knowing just how you’d react, feeling just as if he knows a part of you. His hand slips to the back of your neck pulling you closer, tongue slipping in and claiming your mouth for his own. His kisses become hungrier, more passionate. Fingers tilting your chin up so your throat is now exposed, he leaves wet open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and descends further down your neck. You become putty to his mouth as he finds your sweet spot, another whine leaves your lips only igniting him further.

His hands leave your neck and grip onto your waist pulling you to him and grinding your hips into his erection. Every whine and whimper that leaves your mouth sends every impulse in him into overdrive. “Still having a bad day?” He breathes out, lips ghosting over the sensitive mark he just created.

“It could be better.” You giggle, legs instinctively pulling him even closer to your clothed core. He smirks against the skin of your neck while hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pajama bottoms, you lift your hips allowing him to tug them off. He shifts himself down until he’s on his knees at the foot of your bed, he tugs you down to the edge of your bed until he’s at eye level with your already glistening core. Strong hands push your thighs until they’re pressed against your chest, a low growl reverberating in his chest. You’re this wet just from a few simple kisses, how pathetic. 

His head dips down and licks through your slick, lips attaching to your clit and sucking causing your hips to buck in his mouth. He chuckles, the vibration pulsing your entire lower half as your hand shoots to his still-damp hair, your fingers thread and slightly tug while he circles his tongue. A quiet moan leaves your lips causing his eyes to shoot up and look at you, he sees your eyes closed; his tongue relieving you of all your stressors from the day. The small whimpers you let out only make his gaze darker, hungrier for you. 

“I know you can be louder than that.” He says as he pulls back. Finally, you look down at him and see his black eyes boring into you, he sees your eyes glossy and lips slightly parted, he hasn’t even made you cum yet and you’re already like this, but that doesn’t stop the pout that forms on your face. Your hand tightens its grip on his hair and tugs his face closer to your heat. 

“Keep going-”

“Be louder, I want to hear you.” His words are demanding, making you jut your lip out in a pout once more. “Be louder or I’ll leave.” You huff a breath and look away from him only to feel a quick slap to your thigh causing you to yelp and snap your head right back to him. No words being said between the both of you but you know it was a threat. His head dips back down sinking further as he keeps his eyes trained on yours while running his tongue through your slick core, his thumb putting just the right amount of pressure to evoke a slurry of curse words from your mouth. Your hips move and grind against his tongue, your hand tugging roughly at his hair causing him to groan into you. Thumb now leaves your clit and quickly replaces it with his mouth, his skillful tongue circling and flicking, having you clench down on nothing. Your whimpers turn to moans and now his name is the only thing you’re able to say. 

You orgasm without warning, fingers tightening even more in his locks while your thighs trap him. A choked-out moan is heard loudly in his ears, another groan vibrates your body as he laps up all of your juices, his skillful tongue sending shivers up your spine as he doesn’t pull away while you ride your high. 

Once the oversensitivity set in you squirm in his grip, legs planting down to try and push away from him but his arms quickly hook under your thighs and spread you wider for him, giving him even more access to your pussy. His lips suck harshly around your clit extracting a high pitch squeal from you. “Sasuke!” Your once woven fingers in his hair were now pushing him away, the oversensitivity having tears prick your waterline, it was beginning to feel too much, too much pleasure building up right after you just came. 

Sasuke was eating you like he was starved, the lewd and wet sounds coming from where his mouth connected with your pussy were all that could be heard. The coil in your stomach begins to tighten again and your legs tremble, a silent indicator you were so close only minutes after your first orgasm. 

As if he could read your mind and body so easily, Sasuke pushes two fingers in and pumps them at a quick pace, curling them as he does so. You’re shaking, his fingers hitting your g-spot again and again and again-

Your eyes roll back while you cum, your body tensing up and your head being thrown and pressed back into your mattress as you moan loudly. Once your body loosens up and legs go limp he finally pulls away. 

The bed dips down as he climbs up your body, a cheeky smile plastered on his face when he sees the fucked out look on yours, a sense of pride filling his chest up to know he got you like this just from his tongue alone. Your eyes settled on his, trailing down to see his lips and chin coated in your slick. 

Your chest rises with heavy breaths, eyes weary as you slowly blink up at him, the subtle tint of your face changing when catching his own eyes already looking down at yours. 

His eyes scan your face, seeing how you divert your own away from him while trying to regain your breath. It’s funny, he did all the work and you’re the one out of breath. Sasuke fits himself more comfortably in between your legs, laying more of his weight on you as you both just relax in silence. 

He can’t help but look at you in a different light, when he first came over months ago he didn’t know what got ahold of him. He was the last person you wanted to see and vice versa, but that didn’t stop him from barging in, he was always watching the village in one way or another, whether it was from word of mouth by someone or when he could sneak away, somehow whenever the latter happened you were always one of the first people he happened to catch sight of. 

It was annoying. 

He felt the irritation run up his neck when he saw you, the way you’d walk almost as if your nose was in the air, thinking you were better than him, better than everyone around you. Just seeing you from a distance he couldn’t stand, it’s like the same little girl he remembered back then was still in his head, glaring at him and calling him all the insults under the sun whenever he jabbed at you, but when he finally saw you he couldn’t help but be a little happy to see that same signature scowl that appeared on your face. 

That first night he didn’t even come to fuck you, that was the last thing that he would have thought would happen, but when push literally came to shove against that damn wall his body took over, all the pent-up frustrations between you two over the years hitting the breaking point. 

He can’t lie and say nothing has changed since he started coming over more frequently. He wasn’t supposed to be sneaking back into the village, he wasn’t meant to be seeing you so much, having moments like this. It’s easier to say he doesn’t give a damn about you, that it’s just the sex that keeps bringing him back, but when he does something so out of character as he did today he can’t help but feel like he should’ve just fucked you and left; pushed your bad day to the side, ignore your borderline broken figure and used you to his liking. He’s no nurturer, far from it yet he still worked your sore muscles out and had you cum till you were dizzy. 

“This won’t happen again.” He thinks to himself. He can’t come back, he won’t. This will be the last time you see him and he sees you. The last time he feels your soft skin against him, fingers dancing across his back and playing with the hair while you both calm down. The last time you see his eyes staring back at you, different emotions each time and never knowing which one it is. 

He’s convinced himself of it, never again.

But when you bat your pretty little eyes like you’re doing right now he can’t help but mentally curse himself as he finds himself leaning down to press his lips against yours. 

He knows he’s going to come back.

He knows it and he can’t help but hate you for it. 

You stay behind Kafka and Silver Wolf and watch them as they begin the process of activation on the Stelleron. Apparently, Kafka wants to set this one free instead of capturing it like the rest and since this is also in the script, you can’t really say anything about it.

After looking behind to make sure the door wasn’t going to magically open, you walk closer to the two for closer inspection and a sudden piqued interest in the process. As if on cue, Kafka turns around. “[F/N],” she says, then motioned to the Stelleron with her hand. “Which gender should we awaken?”

You raised a brow. “I thought you were choosing that.” Especially since we can only awaken one.

“She was taking too long to decide and apparently didn’t like my decision, so here we are.” Silver Wolf spoke with both of her hands resting on her hip. “Now, hurry up, the Astral Express crew is coming soon.”

You facepalmed. As always, you have to be the draw breaker between these two.

“Fine, fine.” You told them, walking past them to the Stelleron projections. You took your time looking at each of them even though you were just told to hurry up.

One was assigned male and another assigned female, as if it wasn’t that obvious enough when they are the only choices. You took a look at the assigned male first.

The assigned male has their eyes closed, as if he’s sleeping. The sleeping expression though shows how gentle the male is and how relaxed he seems in his dreaming state. It shows through how relaxed his eyes are. He seems like the quiet, shy and mysterious type. You then look at the assigned female.

The assigned female also had their eyes closed, but from her you can tell she has a bit more spunk than the assigned male. Like the big sister kind where she had to put on some more spare skin compared to the assigned male. She seems like the quiet, mysterious and edgy type. She also seems like the type that can cause a lot of trouble.

Well, both the assigned male and assigned female seem like the type to cause a lot of trouble, just in different tunes.

“Well.” Silver Wolf stressed out, waiting impatiently on your decision.

You leaned back from the projections and pointed. “This one.” 

Silver Wolf and Kafka followed your finger to the assigned female.

Silver Wolf scoffs. “Is this projecting a bit? Oh well, we got our choice, Kafka.” She turns away to go back to the computer.

“Yeah, yeah.” Kafka responded, coming up from behind you as you started to walk backwards to allow her to do her thing. She placed a hand on your back, forcing you to stop in your tracks before leaning to your ear, breathing out, “We’re going to need to talk afterwards.” She said while blowing on your ear a bit before releasing you.

You hold back a tensed jump as you start moving back, bringing a hand up to your ear to rub it and Kafka moves forward to Silver Wolf, who has just finished programming the assigned female Stelleron. You had almost forgotten how easily possessive Kafka can become and you immediately knew what she meant by saying you two needed to talk. 

Silver Wolf didn’t seem to notice any changes on your expressions or how quickly you brought your hand back down to your side as she handed the Stelleron to Kafka. As always, Kafka seems expressionless, as if nothing happened at all behind Silver Wolf’s back, while taking a closer inspection to the Stelleron you had chosen.

“How much will they remember?” Kafka asks Silver Wolf.

“Only you.” Silver Wolf answers.

With a nod, Kafka wraps an arm around the Stelleron. “Time to wake up.”

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After the awakening of the Stelleron, Kafka and you laid them out in the hallway before following Silver Wolf who was far in front of you.

You stretch your arms over your head as your assigned mission is coming to a close and you can not wait to celebrate. With how long this had taken, you wouldn’t want to imagine how Blade-

“[F/N]” You heard from beside you, mentally reminding you who you were with. You tried hard not to show the grimace on your face as the previous conversation of Kafka wanting to talk came to mind.

You lowered your arms to your side, looking over to Kafka as you walked along together. Your shoulders were rubbing against one another and she had her signature smile on face, though there is an obvious underlying meaning behind her facial expression.

“Yes, Kafka?” You asked, brushing your hand against hers.

Her eyes narrowed but her smirk didn’t falter, as if she knew you were trying to play dumb. “Don’t think I forgot what happened back there.” She said while intertwining her hand with yours. You could almost hear a hint of possessiveness seeping through her words.

“I didn’t forget, but I don’t think we should be talking about this when Silver Wolf could hear us.” You mentioned, motioning your head to the silver-haired girl that was still way far in front of you two.

“I’m going on ahead.” SIlver Wolf says suddenly before she starts sprinting down the hallway.

You watched as your last hope for an escape left you, leaving you to deal with Kafka all alone. You weren’t mad at Silver Wolf for leaving, but you are kind of upset that you are left behind to deal with a possessive Kafka. 

You sighed to yourself at the loss until you felt pressure from your shoulder. Turning around to face Kafka and trying to figure out what the pressure was for, she pushed you back and back until you could feel the cold wall behind you. With one of your hands interlocked with hers, she lifted them up and pinned them against the wall with her other hand on the other side of you, next to your head with nowhere for you to escape.

“[F/N]” Kafka says your name again, locking eyes with you. The possessiveness is getting more apparent.

“Kafka.” You say her name again, standing up a bit more straight. (Even though you’re not.)

It takes a while sometimes to regain your footing with her, but you regain that footing quicker each time as you spend more time together. At this moment though, you honestly can’t tell if Kafkas behavior is stemming from pure jealousy or pure possessiveness. It might as well be both from the looks of it.

To, hopefully, calm her down a bit, you started rubbing your thumb from the interlocked hands on the back of her hand as you waited for her to make her next move. This also signals to Kafka that you don’t mean any harm, as if you were going to do any harm in the first place.

You waited patiently while Kafkas patience was running thin as she was expecting more to come from you. Without looking away from you, she began pushing her left leg in between your thighs, forcing you to open your legs. Almost without a second thought, you allowed her. You could feel her breathing against your face and being no more than a few inches apart from one another and her chest meeting yours as her knee rubs you area.

You stifled a moan, placing your free hand on her hip. You both are out in public and in an area where the Astral Express crew or any of the Legion could easily come out and attack.

“Kafka.” You stressed out as a warning as you quickly scanned the area, feeling your face heat up a bit from the friction and the sudden potential of being found out.

“[F/N].” Kafka smirks, rubbing her knee again. Her face was a bit red as well, but obviously not from embarrassment of any kind. It’s as if she wanted to try something like this and doesn’t care about the consequences that could take place.

Sighing, you brought your free hand that was on her hip around to her back and pushed her closer to you. Kafka’s body is now flushed even more against you and from the push, her knee moved to her thigh against you. While trying to not moan as loud from the immediate intensity, you moved your left leg to be more within Kafka’s legs before moving your thigh against her area.

You felt her groan against your chest before you let out a moan as well. Kafka has always been the vocal one, but in order to silence her for a little while because you still aren’t convinced you guys are in the clear, you kissed her. She moans while kissing you back and starts grinding herself more on your thigh, creating the missing friction and bringing herself closer to the release that she desperately needed.

You moaned against her mouth when you felt her open it, allowing your tongues to meet. You felt her free hand come down over the shoulder and chest, kneading in the chest area a bit and then sliding down your stomach to your pants. Kafka unbuttons and unzips your pants swiftly as she keeps grinding herself on your thigh. You could feel the wetness seeping through her shorts.

She moans again from the friction that she created for herself before pulling her lips away to start kissing down your chin to your neck while getting her hand to the inside of your underwear. She began palming you. You moan in her ear while looking around. Quickly, making sure no one was passing by, you slid your hand around to unbutton and unzip her shorts. After successfully doing so, you slid your hand down the inside of her underwear. You began palming your hand against her for a few moments, hearing her moan as she grinded herself against your hand now, completely ignoring your thigh from before.

Amidst you palming each other, she continues creating love bites on you. You could feel some more of her wetness coming out of you onto your underwear at the same time as feeling some wetness touch your fingers while you were palming Kafka.

“More,” Kafka breathes against your neck. “I need more.” She repeats herself as you feel her get wetter.

Releasing your interlocked hand, you brought your now free hand down to freely roam from Kafkas neck down before settling on one of her breasts. She sighs while moaning aloud in your ear, and with her now free hand, she lowers her hand to grab your arm that was kneading her breasts. 

“Now.” Kafka demands, looking right at you. 

Sighing, you swatted her hand. “Patience.” You say. “And I need to get you back for the neck.” At that, you buried your face into her neck and started kissing her there. You start to leave the amount of love bites on as she onto you, the palming becoming more intense.

You could hear a faint whimper from her before she whispered into your ear. “Please.”

Pausing briefly after that, you folded some of your fingers before having one of your fingers rub her inside. 

Kafka, even though she tried so hard to be patient after some time of palming you, decided it was time to move forward. She folded some of her fingers before she entered her pointer and middle finger into you. A long moan came out of you and you instinctively wanted to start riding on her fingers, but you steeled yourself to hold out a bit more. After some time of getting used to her fingers, you entered your fingers and started fingering her as well since you knew that her patience had run to E.

“Fuck.” She moans in her ear, fingering you while also riding your fingers. The way she transitions quickly from one thing to another without a second thought is so mind blowing to you, especially if its any improvable. 

“You're so good for me.” Kafka praises. Her mouth was hanging a bit when you raised your head and your eyes locked together. “Don’t stop.”

Running on pure instincts and adrenaline, you both kissed again, moaning into each other's mouth upon impact. Your tongues twirled together upon meeting as you both fingered each other as fast as you could in this mutual masturbation that started purely on jealousy and possessiveness.

Kafka spoke in between kisses. “You are mine.” She says before latching her tongue into yours then pulling back again for your eyes to meet. “You ~ah~ are mine.” Kafka moans out before kissing you again and her finger moving faster from inside you. 

You fingered her faster as well as you feel yourself coming close to your release. You pulled back from the kiss because you wanted to say something as well and as soon as you pulled back, Kafka leaned forward, kissing you again. Sighing and moaning against her lips, you pulled back again.

Once Blade got closer to the bed, it didn’t take long for pairs of hands to rub and touch his body, unbuttoning his clothes and throwing them onto the ground along with other forgotten fabrics of clothing. 

Hands went up along his arms, squeezing around the biceps before moving to his neck, nails grazing his skin as a pair of lips placed delicate kisses along his jaw. Another set of hands rubbed and squeezed along Blade’s chest; fingers twisted his nipples gently as lips pressed onto his collar bone. 

Blade closed his eyes, not making any motion to move away from the free touches that were bestowed upon him. Hands that seemed to be holier and purer than his, touching his stained and broken body. Yet he knows that these hands that are touching him are more stained with blood than his. 

He feels a hand glide from his chest to around his back. The body attached to the hand leaned against him, kissing his shoulder and neck with a mixture of eagerness and gentleness. The body then moves completely from Blade. Another person leaned up against his chest, and he could now tell who it was from her breast pressing against his. 

Low grunts came out of him. Kafka's nails slide down from his neck to his dick. Grazing her nails along his shaft lightly, she placed more kisses along his neck. Little chuckles came out of her mouth. As he started to breathe heavily, he felt the person that left his front press up against his back, their cock in between Blade’s ass, grinding into it lightly with light breaths brushing along his ear. 

Instinctively, Blade grinded back on you, wanting to feel more of your dick, while one of his hands went to Kafka’s wrist, moving her hand to be completely on his deck. He groaned when he felt Kafka's hand tighten around him. 

“Aw, needy baby,” She cooed against his skin, looking up at him with half-lid eyes. “Do you want to fuck yourself with my hand?” Kafka asked him, interested in what he wanted to do. 

Your hands rest on Blade’s hips, your hips thrusting against his ass, eager to know what he wants. 

“Yes.” Blade groaned out, and his free hand reached out behind him, tapping along your thigh before gripping it tightly. “And him." 

Kafka’s brow rose, but she didn’t question him, instead looking at you. “Finger him for me?" 

Your brows were raised. You were intrigued by the woman's request, especially with how polite she was being for the moment. Although you were not doing anything to follow it—just yet. “But he wants my cock, don’t you, Bladie?” You asked the man before you, thrusting on his ass again. Your dick still squished between his ass cheeks. 

Blade groaned. His head leaning back against you, grinding himself on your cock once more, brushing his hole over the girth of it, imagining how it would feel inside of him. He didn’t care that Kafka was watching, but he couldn’t bring himself to take his hand off her wrist. He wants to be jerked off as well; the amount of relief that he would get would be worth it after the event you two had without him. 

Kafka then smirks, which sometimes isn’t a good thing. “Save that show for later... for me.” She says this to you, giving you a little wink. 

A lightbulb went off your head, making you smirk as well, before you nodded to Kafka, indicating you got the message. 

Moving back enough until your dick was out of his ass, Blade let out a groan over the loss until your index and middle fingers came into view by his face. Blade watched as Kafka smiled before taking your fingers and sucking on them. 

The lipstick that she wears left marks on your skin, as he could see her tongue move in-between the fingers when she opened her mouth a bit, which reminded him that she kissed on his jaw and neck. 

Kafka pulled back from your lips after those few moments, and saliva connected from her lips to your fingers. You moved your fingers to Blade, tapping them on his lips. He opened his mouth slightly, but it was enough for you to put your fingers in. His tongue could immediately feel Kafka’s spit on his tastebuds. The slight bitter taste wasn’t as unbearable as he’d imagined; it was sort of addicting. 

His tongue slicked over the fingers, taking Kafka’s spit and replacing it with his own. Blade’s teeth grazed your fingers, biting and trapping them in his mouth as he sucked on them. Kafka can tell that he’s getting off on it, so she started to stroke Blade’s cock. 

Blade groaned around your fingers, his voice muffled. He let go of Kafka’s wrist to wrap his hand around hers, stroking himself with her hand. Eventually, you pulled out your fingers from his mouth, which made Blade almost chase after your fingers, but Kafka pushed him back. 

“Relax, Blade.” Her voice, smooth like butter, soothed the horny man in between you two. Blades red eyes shift back to Kafka's violet ones. The corner of her lips twitched into a grin before she leaned up and softly placed her lips upon Blade’s. 

Blade stood still for a moment, relishing the warmth that Kafka’s lips gave him. He then responded slowly, getting the feel of his lips melding with hers as he pumped himself with her hand. Blade remembered some moments before when Kafka would randomly kiss him out of nowhere; usually he didn’t respond, but he didn’t have enough time to. It was usually just a small peck. 

It was slow and somewhat innocent. While he was stroking himself, your fingers were sliding into his asshole with ease. You felt his hole clench around your fingers. 

Wait, when did you do that? 

Blade’s breath hitched as he realized you had already protruded into him, and he couldn’t help but groan out against Kafka’s lips as you scissored him from behind. With your free hand, you rested it on his hip to make him go back and forth on your fingers while you had them spread apart in his pink hole. 

Blade couldn’t believe that he let out such a whine as his mouth opened slightly to release a shallow breath. Kafka then took the little opening to slide her tongue into his mouth, tasting his tongue with hers. He groaned lowly into it, slowly moving his tongue against Kafka's and lapping his tongue around hers. With his hand around hers, he pumped himself faster, setting his own pace the way he liked it. 

Blade's body is burning from the inside out. He can feel his stomach becoming tight. His dick twitching in response to every tongue meet from Kafka and a curled finger from you. Some pre started to spill from his shaft and onto the floor where Kafka stood. 

Kafka then pulled back, saliva connecting her and Blade's lips, before she looked down at the sight that was before her. She then raised her head back up to look at Blade. 

“Aw, dear Bladie, let me handle this.” She spoke to him, his flushed face matching hers, although they were feeling completely different. Kafka then slowly lowered herself to the ground, her eyes still locked with Blade. You raised your brow, then pulled out your fingers from Blade’s hole. 

A low groan was released from Blade’s mouth at the emptiness he now felt. In fact, he doesn’t know who to pay attention to right now. Should he pay attention to how ravishing Kafka looks with his dick in her mouth, her purple lipstick staining the skin as she moved forward onto him, or should he pay attention to how his hole splits open from your cock penetrating it? He doesn’t know anymore. 

Blade’s head was spinning, and his body was growing even hotter. He feels your lips kiss his neck. You thrust into him, slow and soft, for a moment, allowing him to get used to you. Blade also feels Kafka’s tongue messing with his tip, licking and sucking on it teasingly as much as she wants as cum starts to go down her throat. 

“Fuck.” Blade growled out; his hand that was wrapped around Kafka’s hand moved to the back of her head, pushing her mouth onto his cock even more. Her moan was muffled through his dick in her mouth, her eyes half-lid as she drove her tongue along the head. 

Blade breathed out heavily, his face flushed, and his body shook between you and Kafka. He leaned his head back against your shoulder, his eyes glossed over, and his mouth hung slightly. He sucked in a breath that soon got choked in his throat. You thrust into him again, your hips meeting with his plump ass. 

Because you thrust into Blade from behind, it caused his body to thrust into Kafkas’ mouth repeatedly with no problem. His dick hits the back of her throat with ease, while the corners of her lips start to be covered with drool. Her nails grip Blades’ thighs tightly, creating imprints on the skin. 

Soon, Kafka pulled away from Blade's cock. With a pop sound, saliva from her mouth connected with the hard, erected cock. She placed a kiss on the tip before standing back onto her feet, leaving kisses along Blade's skin as she went, her purple lipstick leaving stains on his skin. 

Once she got face-to-face with Blade, she hummed with a slight smirk on her face. Her nails trailed up his sides, from his hips to his chest, as she examined his fucked-out expression. With a head tilt, she moved back from him, retracting herself from him completely to sit on the bed, back against the headboard. 

“I would like that show now, [Name].” Kafka hummed happily and was eagerly waiting for the event to unfold in front of her. Her hair was a mess, out of her usual ponytail, and in all her naked glory, she was expecting what she wanted. 

Rolling your eyes, you gripped Blade's hips and moved him closer to the bed with your legs pushing him. Blade winced a bit from your push because your cock was still in him, and it caused subtle pain to spread through his lower half that burned, and yet, it brought him so much pleasure. The pleasure of being bent over onto the bed with your hands holding his hips tightly before pounding into him from behind. 

His body moved back and forth on the bed; groans emitted from his chest as your hips met his ass repeatedly. Slight tears formed in Blade’s eyes; his hands gripped the sheets under him into a ball of fists from how fast and hard you were slamming into him. His mouth hung open, his cheek on the sheet, and his hair sprawled out on every side of him. 

Blade slowly raised his head from the subtle trance to Kafka, who was still sitting on the other end of the bed. Her eyes narrowed slightly at his flushed form, yet the smirk on her face never wavered, even while she was fingering herself from the sight in front of her. 

Silver Wolf lets out a breath, the breath turned to fog from the cold air, before raising her cold and gloveless hands to you. 

“Warm them.” She simply said. She doesn’t care how you do it (she kind of does), she just wants her hands to not be numb in case you two run into enemies. 

“What? Want me to blow on them?” You teased at her with a slight smirk and humor laced with your voice. Before Silver Wolf could respond, her eyes narrowing because of your teasing nature, you pulled your hands out of your pocket and grasped her hands. 

Your gloved hands touched hers, rubbing them gently along her hands before bringing them to your lips. You continued your eye contact with her as you pursed your lips. “Like this?” You asked, before blowing air onto her hands. Your hands cupped around hers as you blew air again, bringing her hands back to life from the sheer cold. 

Silver Wolf couldn’t stop the blush creeping on her face or her eyes widening in shock. She half-expected you to laugh at her for not having her gloves or just told her to put them in your jacket pockets because your jacket pockets are always so warm, yet, this sudden affection and intimacy, was not what Silver Wolf expected. 

After blowing onto her hands again, once – twice – thrice, you brought them closer to your lips, your hot breath on them while it continued to become repeatedly foggy from the cold, you then placed a kiss on them.  

Even though your lips and her hands were cold, Silver Wolf felt warm all over. From the tips of her fingernails to her wrists and arms and onto her face. Her face, although slightly red, still was stoic and full of boredom as ever, as if you didn’t do anything that caused such a flip in her emotions and stomach. 

Soon, you pulled back after a few more kisses then blew on her hand again, rubbing your gloved hands onto hers. You took a moment to look away from her hands to her face as a slight smile spread across your face. 

“Better, Silver?” You asked her calmly, as if you didn’t notice the way her exterior was slowly diminishing. When you didn’t get an answer, you go to kiss her hands again – until Silver Wolf pulled her hands away immediately. 

Her blushing face held a grimace, something that you know she doesn’t mean. “That’s enough.” Silver quickly said, looking away from you to the snowy abandoned land around her. “I feel better.” 

You looked down at her hands, then commented. “The hands are going to get cold again if they aren’t in your pockets.” You simply put out as her hands were at her side in balled fists. At comment, Silver Wolf slides her hands into her pockets. 

“I said I’m fine!” She let out before running ahead to your designated area. Mostly running away so you don’t see any more of her red face. 

You shook your head at the absurdity of the state of things with a little chuckle leaving your lips. You then started walking as you followed Silver Wolf to the area. “Silver! We are literally dating!” 

“I know!”