#tejo x reader

Iso

Iso is not one to like lose control of himself until he sees someone else making you laugh in that way you usually reserve just for him.

He won’t act immediately. He watches. He observes. And there's a sharp edge to his gaze, a slight twitch of his jaw, and his silence that feels heavier than usual.

He won’t say anything right away but might hover a little closer to you than usual. When he finally speaks, it's direct: “You looked… comfortable with them.”

If you brush it off, he won’t push, but the next time you two are alone, he’ll be a little more forward sitting closer, brushing your hand with his, holding your gaze longer. His need to claim you is never aggressive, but it’s undeniably intense.

If you reassure him, he softens very quickly. Expect a lingering kiss, almost like a thank-you for reassuring him.

If someone doesn’t leave you alone (the kind of person who keeps flirting with you even after you've clearly shown you're not interested) Iso doesn’t stay silent. He kinda gives them chances like a warning glance. But if they don’t get the message, he's not afraid to make it clear: you're not someone they can just play with.

His tone stays calm, but there’s something dangerous beneath it, the kind of tone that makes people think twice. “They said no. I suggest you listen next time.” It's not loud, but it lands.

He won’t drag you away or make a scene. He won’t need to. One step forward, a quiet tilt of his head, and the air changes. Whoever was bothering you usually finds a reason to leave quickly after that.

Once you're alone, he’ll glance at you, voice low: “You okay?” And if you nod, he’ll brush his knuckles gently against your hand.

Chamber

If someone else gets too friendly with you? Suddenly, he’s draping an arm around your shoulder, planting a kiss to your cheek while smiling directly at the intruder.

“Ah, mon amour, I hope you’re not too bored, I see you’ve found... a substitute?”

He’s smug about it, but there's a flicker of insecurity sometimes in his eyes

Later, in private, he’ll be more sincere. “Tell me, chérie… do you like when others give you attention like that?” his voice lower, more vulnerable. He’s not asking for dominance he’s asking for reassurance.

And if you tease him? He’ll smirk, play along, and then completely ruin you with one kiss, just to remind you exactly who you're with.

If someone keeps flirting with you not just playful banter, but persistent, lingering too close, Chamber notices immediately.

He doesn’t get angry. Oh no, that would be too easy. Instead, he steps in with a smile so sharp it might as well be a blade. He slides up beside you, arm slipping effortlessly around your waist, fingers brushing your hip as if they belong there.

“Pardon” he says to the offender, all polite arrogance, “but you’re standing awfully close to my partner.” There’s that pointed emphasis almost like he’s reminding everyone in the room.

His voice stays smooth, but his eyes are completely different. Dangerous in a way that only someone who’s watched him in battle would recognize.

If the flirter tries to joke it off, Chamber just smiles wider. “Ah, I see… bold. Admirable, even. But perhaps you should aim for someone available next time.” He doesn’t look away until they do.

Later, when it’s just the two of you his fingers brush yours as he murmurs, “I know you would never entertain them… but I don’t like sharing, mon cœur.”

Tejo

Tejo doesn’t do big outbursts when he gets jealous, it just shows in some small ways.

A glance that lingers too long, just watching the interaction unfold.

If someone gets too friendly with you, he won’t jump to pull you away. No he waits.

He’ll show up right as things seem to be getting “interesting,” casually inserting himself into the conversation. He doesn’t say much, but his presence is enough to shift the energy entirely.

“Funny,” he’ll murmur later, voice low as he cleans his weapon. “Didn’t know you were such good friends with them.” Not angry, just saying it in a almost scarily calm way.

He doesn’t ask why you were so close, he gives you space to explain. And if you tease him? If you say something like “Were you jealous?” he’ll smirk faintly and say, “Jealous? No. But I don’t like sharing things that are mine.”

He doesn’t need to raise his voice to assert himself. He’ll prove it another way: subtle touches with a quiet intensity, a hand to your waist, a whisper in your ear that makes your breath catch.

If someone just won’t take the hint (keeps flirting with you like they’re trying to test the waters) He’ll appear by your side with perfect timing.

He doesn’t say anything biting. Doesn’t need to. Just stands close enough that his presence becomes impossible to ignore. He lets the silence drag a little too long between you all, until the air feels way< too heavy.

If they still don’t get the message, then Tejo speaks “You done?” It’s not aggressive, but there’s something in his voice that says: this conversation is over.

When you’re alone, he won’t bring it up unless you do. But if you mention it, and ask it it bothered hi,. he’ll give you that slow look, eyes scanning your face before he murmurs, “Only because they didn’t seem to understand their place.”

Reyna

Reyna’s jealousy is obvious. It's impressive anyone even tried to flirt with you because most know that you are dating Reyna

But still if someone is stupid enough the flirt with you ,the second she sees it, she’s striding over with a smirk and a glint in her eye that could cut glass.

She’ll drape herself across you, kiss your cheek slowly, and lock eyes with the offender. “Mine,” she says with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

She’s not insecure ,she’s possessive. And she will remind you who you belong to, whether that means dragging you away mid-conversation or kissing you breathless in the nearest hallway.

But when you’re alone, her tone changes. “Tell me, mi amor… do you like making me jealous?” There’s heat in her voice, but also a question, the vulnerability that she usually hides in front of others.

If you admit you like seeing her that way, her grin will be wicked. “Then don’t be surprised when I take what’s mine.”

She doesn’t just want reassurance she wants proof. And you’ll give it to her, one kiss, one moan, one breathless whisper at a time.

If someone keeps flirting with you after Reyna’s already made her claim, it stops being amusing. The smirk fades. The fire in her eyes burn even brighter, less playful now, more dangerous.

She won’t raise her voice. One step closer, her arm slipping around your waist, and suddenly, the room feels smaller. Colder. Heavier.

“Still trying?” she’ll purr, eyes locked on the one who just doesn’t get it. “How cute.” The words are sweet. The tone is anything but.

You won’t get to say goodbye. She’s already walking off with you in tow, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind about who you belong to.

If you ask her if she was jealous, her laugh is low and unapologetic. “No, mi amor. I was furious.”

Sage

Sage doesn’t get jealous easily. She trusts you. She gives people the benefit of the doubt. But there is a quiet sting when she sees someone else stealing your attention.

She won’t interrupt. Instead, she’ll pull away become a little more distant. A soft, subtle withdrawal that says: I saw what happened, and I’m trying not to let it bother me.

If you ask what’s wrong, she’ll be gentle but honest. “You were laughing with Yoru earlier. I know it’s nothing, but… I guess I just...”

You’d have to coax it out of her reassure her with soft touches and encouraging words.

When she finally relaxes, she smiles and brushes your cheek. “Thank you. I’m not usually like this, but… I care about you deeply.”

Sage has endless patience, but even she has her limits. If someone continues to flirt with you despite it being clear you're already with her, she will not let that sit on her.

She doesn’t make a scene. That’s not her style. But there’s a certain shift the way she straightens, the way her eyes narrow just a touch.

But when it becomes too much, when the line is crossed just once too often she steps in gracefully, with a soft smile that almost hides everything she is feeling underneath.

She’ll greet you first, fingers gently brushing your arm. Then she’ll look at the one who just can’t take a hint.

“Ah,” she’ll say gently, her hand slipping into yours, “I didn’t realize you were in the middle of something.” It sounds polite ,kind even, but there’s an unmistakable finality in her tone. This conversation? Over.

She won’t say anything more about it until later, when it’s just the two of you.

“I trust that you can handle yourself” she’ll whisper, fingers resting lightly over your heart. “But next time… I might not be so polite.”

And if you tease her for it (call her possessive in that playful way) her lips will curve into the faintest smile as she tilts her head. “I’ve never claimed to be perfect.”

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tejo

— probably would not notice your jealousy immediately

— its more than likely because the cause of your jealousy is ingrained in a deep conversation with tejo, and he's thoroughly enjoying the topic of it

— that being said, he is quick to catch onto your jealousy after the fact. usually happens when he subconsciously pulls you in mid-sentence or turns to ask you a question. sees the frown on your face, or the furrow in your brow, and especially notices the way you're not-so-sublty staring at the cause of your jealousy with a pointed glare

— he'll take you off to the side, excusing the conversation he was having, and ask you what was wrong

— when you mutter a "she was staring at your arms..." or "he's touching you too much," he'll understand what's going on here

— admittedly does chuckle a little bit. not because he believes you're unjustified, quite the opposite, but because he's amused over you being jealous when its so painfully obvious that you two are secure in your relationship

— nevertheless tejo absolutely takes your instincts to heart, maybe its something he was not seeing or simply paid no mind to (because he doesn't think of anyone like that other than you). trusts you wholeheartedly and if you feel there's a problem, there probably is a problem

— excuses himself from whoever he was talking to, making it painfully obvious he wishes to spend time with his partner. pretends to not notice when they get huffy about it, walking away with a hand on your waist

— if you end up feeling guilty, because the conversation they were having was innocent, he’ll shut it down almost immediately

— “there are plenty of other people out there who can have a conversation without needing to excessively touch me, cariño.”

— the next time you two go out, he’s glued to your side, making it obvious to any bachelor(ette) that he is absolutely smitten with you and you alone

chamber

— to be honest, chamber is likely used to positive attention that is slightly more than just friendly

— he's had a lot of people flirt with him throughout his life, whether it was due to ulterior motives or due to the fact that they actually found him attractive

— so when he starts dating you, he’s typically on alert over who is flirting with him and who is actually looking to have a friendly conversation

— though there are times where he can get carried away on a topic he is interested in, like his guns or the arts, and not notice the advances being put towards by the person he is talking to

— there is someone who is aware of it, however, and that someone is you

— whoever is flirting with him must be one brave individual, considering how he’s the one man whose favorite past time is to peacock you around. so you’re hanging off his arm, chiming into the conversation at his insistence, looking just as perfect as ever

— vincent only notices when you go silent, and he turns to see you glaring at the other person with a scowl he rarely ever sees

— he’ll pull you off to the side, both out of worry and preventing you from tearing into the other person, and ask you what is wrong. did they say something you didn’t take kindly to? are you not enjoying yourself, mon amour?

— when you finally tell him about the person flirting with him, how they were complimenting him too much or staring at him too much, he’s honestly a bit surprised

— he’s happy you said something, though, because he’d rather you tell him then let him suffer in his obliviousness

— after reassuring you, he gets a cheeky grin on his face. you know he’s plotting something, and its obvious when he brings the two of you back over to the person

— now, this time around, he’s doing nothing but talking about you. every new topic the person brings up he somehow relates back to you, singing your praises. he’s not obnoxious but its pretty obvious that he’s in a relationship

— eventually they excuse themselves, flustered, leaving an amused and smug chamber

— from then on out he makes it clear to anyone that he loves you and you alone

sova

— sova is sweet, but not oblivious. everyone knows that, and you are no exception

— normally he can figure out when someone is conversing with him in a less-than-friendly manner. he’ll politely tell them that he’s in a committed relationship and if they get fussy about it he’ll move on

— sometimes, however, its simply not something he will catch on to

— more than likely due to the fact that the person isn’t direct with their advances, just thinly veiled compliments and obnoxious laughing at the words that he says

— what sova does notice, however, is the glare from across the room coming from you. there’s a frown on your face, and you aren’t paying any attention to what your friends are saying around you

— it concerns him and he immediately gets up and goes over to you, asking what was wrong. he thinks something happened to you

— when you point out the cause of your jealousy, who is now staring at you with a pointed and confused glare, he immediately catches on. he’ll pause for a moment, wondering what he missed, before going back over to them

— without missing a beat he calmly apologizes for any mixed signals, explains to them that he is in a happy and committed relationship, and that he does not appreciate the advances they are displaying

— doesn’t even wait for the flustered explanation before walking away from them and back to you

— if you end up feeling bad about it, knowing it was a relatively normal conversation before the other person started flirting, he’s not interested in a word of it

— “anybody else can have a conversation and respect boundaries, любовь. they could not.”

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.

He doesn’t mind the age gap and often pretends not to care about it, but he is keeping a close eye on you. Especially about how others treat you compared to other agents when you’re underestimated or dismissed.

Always so smug when they’re proved wrong about you.

Is your hype man, constantly hyping you up for just about anything. “You’re a bit younger, sure, but I’ve never seen anyone handle themselves like that.”

Sorry but he does tease you, plenty of age jokes and calling you ‘kid’ sometimes, but it’s to get a reaction from you. Never means to actually treat you like a child or that you’re immature.

Honestly he kinda forgets that he can keep learning, especially from younger people like you. So he’ll let you teach him about some tech, strategy and whatever else you wanna show him.

While he tends to be a man of flirtation and swagger that melts away into sincerity with you, often checking in as he doesn’t want to push you.

He does love you but he is also an old man and your energy can overwhelm him. Might tell you to calm down but he secretly loves your energy.

Not shy about pda, unless you are then he’ll take the comments like a champ.

She doesn’t see the gap as a negative thing, if anything someone as young as you fighting in the protocol and dating her? That's someone to be respected.

While you two are dating she can’t help but slip into more of a ‘guide’ role, offering wisdom, experience while letting you grow on your own.

Assuming you have a better, more optimistic view of the world as you haven’t seen as much as her, she finds herself wanting to protect it and you.

Is aware that you look good, but this doesn’t stop her from becoming jealous when someone your age flirts with you.

Doesn’t show much pda as she prefers to smother you in private.

She won’t really listen to any comments made by others but becomes so proud if you respond or do something that shows you’re happy to be with her.

On the other hand he is hyper-aware of the age gaps and is constantly worrying about it and if it’s too much, you have to assure him that it’s not weird or one-sided.

He took ages to commit and always asking ‘If you’re sure about this?’ But once you two are actually together he’s in it for the long run, loyal to you like no one else is.

Is completely aware of your independence and power but he’s still the type to walk on the street side of the sidewalk and always double checks your gear before missions.

You will have to tease him for being ‘basically a dad’ and he groans every time, but he never minds them.

Is 100% an old school romantic, getting you flowers, opening doors and even cooking you meals after long days. Makes sure you’re aware that he still loves you.

Sometimes he has bouts of guilt about dragging someone like yourself into such a dangerous lifestyle, but please be by his side during these moments.

He rarely ever mentions the age gap as he sees you as an equal and that's what really matters to him. (And the fact he can’t be that much older than you.)

Once again he doesn’t think about your age much, rather he listens and relates to your intensity and opinions.

This also leads to you two connecting through battle not banter, admiring your skill more than anything.He always relaxes around you while being rough with the others, not always affectionate but you’ll see his real self.

Doesn’t sugarcoat things, if someone comments on the relationship he just stares them down and returns the comment.

He doesn’t care what people think or say about the relationship, just as long as you're safe, loyal and you believe in him.