"Fuck this!" came a piercing shout of frustration.
Deformed barrels laid around, smoking hot military-grade nails scattered not far from the scene.
"What are you yapping on about?" Accelerator jabbed his cane forward, lifting himself from a wooden crate overseeing the construction yard.
"This is boring!" Worst flipped her head around, glaring at the boy. "Who the fuck cares about improving Misaka's power?"
"I do."
"So you can feel better about yourself when you run off to be a big damn hero, fuckin' beansprout…" Misaka Worst grumbled right up to his thin, pale features. "Just so you know, Misaka won't be a babysitter forever."
His red eyes narrowed. "Are you stupid?"
"Don't play dumb with Misaka. You need her to keep that kid and those hags safe when you aren't there."
Accelerator kept his lips shut tight and stared into the clone's wild amber eyes.
"Hmm," Worst began to hum, sensing a strange tension between them.
"What?" the albino snarled.
Worst puffed up her chest and leaned forward, invading his personal space as if he was powerless against her—and in a way, he was, as even his reflection had integrated her as normal. "Could it be you just needed these 'training sessions' as an excuse to hang out with Misaka?" A wicked grin crept up her lips, her fingers tapping on his meager chest flirtatiously.
"You're crazy," Accelerator said in a dry tone.
Suddenly, he was pushed and landed on his back onto the gravel and pebbles below, with Worst straddling his lap, hands pinning his wrists down. "And now, what is Misaka to you?"
"Batshit crazy…" he muttered.
"And horny."
The silence that followed, with meaningful gazes and deep breathing, dragged on for over a minute.
"So…" Worst grinded her hips teasingly, although her features were blank—even anxious. "Is Misaka going to have to show you the goods before you take action?"
"We can't," the albino croaked unassumingly.
"You can't," Worst corrected. One hand reached for her crotch, fingers dipping past the waistline of her short-shorts to soothe her fire. She brought them back to the surface, sticky with her arousal, daringly putting them up to the albino's lips. "Please."
Accelerator's eyes went wide. Eventually, his tongue darted out shyly, coiling around the lewd digits. It did not take long before his whole mouth surrounded Worst's fingers in warm, eager heat, lips closed around her knuckles, until a suction pop and a gasp for air brought the act to an end.
"Goddamn," the clone marveled at what she had witnessed.
A tint of rose lit up the albino's face as the taste of sex lingered in his throat. "This is wrong," he protested in a weak voice, as if he was talking himself down more than anything.
"Oh, for fuck sakes, stop treating Misaka like that!" Worst gritted her teeth, her hands squeezing down on Accelerator's bony shoulders. "She's more than a clone you know! How about you grow a pair and treat Misaka like a human for once?"
In that moment, regret filled Accelerator's conscience; he saw tears welling up in the brunette's eyes. When the wetness began to drip onto his face, all his inner conflict was silenced. He reached out to pull Worst down onto him, crashing his lips on hers. His fingertips ran along her back and trailed her spine and the curves of her waist while their tongues danced and darted feverishly, the tension between them breaking up, transformed into newfound pleasure.
"Finally," Worst smiled with a string of saliva bridging their mouths. She went back for more kisses, her tank-top pushing into his chest. "This is training Misaka can get behind. Though, she feels like the teacher in this circumstance."
"Sorry," Accelerator said with a furrowed brow.
Without a word, Worst lifted the albino from the rough ground, before hugging him tightly, nudging his head into her chest. "There there, you're doing fine~" she reassured, stroking his snowy locks under the blooming sunlight.
So, if you happen you have some crazy smut request, a kink you want to see or a crack threesome in mind, feel free to ask. IDGAF I write for fun lol :V