A soft vibration, rattling against the wooden desk. Silence. Another vibration, same as before. Silence. No more vibrations battered against the desk, much to the chagrin of the young fourteen year old rising from his bed. He muttered softly under his breath, annoyed. Stepping the few feet to his corner desk, he grabbed the phone. The screen lit up the darkness of night and he shielded his eyes. Moments passed and finally, his eyes adjusted. And he saw the screen truly and everything upon it.
1:43
Two Notifications:
(1:42am) Gogo: Yo, need your nerd brain at the lab. Got some issues to fix.
(1:42am) Gogo: I really need some help, Hiro. Are you gonna come over or what?
Hiro sighed, rubbing his sunken eyes in a mixture of annoyance and desire to return to sleep. But, instead, he entered his-unreasonably long-password. And he opened his messages. He thought for a moment, waking fully from the light of the phone, before his finger flew across the screen in response.
(1:45am) Hiro: I'll head over. Gimme a few to wake first.
The message sent and Hiro knew better than to keep Gogo waiting. He turned on the light, brightening the space with a sharp brilliance. And Hiro grunted, blinking to adjust. It didn't take long though, and as he was acclimated to the light and oriented properly, he stretched as he readied to leave.
Slipping into his hoodie, his phone buzzed softly from his pocket. Then it buzzed again in rapid succession. He reached and fished it out, checking the screen and the assured message from Gogo.
(1:48am) Gogo: There's coffee waiting for you. Not that you'll need it to wake up.
(1:48am) Gogo: Message Deleted
Hmm…that's odd.
But whatever, Hiro thought. He didn't have time to worry about what Gogo might have said or sent. In due time, he was sure she would either send the message again, state it wasn't meant for him, or some other excuse. Plus, he was about to go meet up with her. And he was sure it must be pretty serious if she needs his help and it'll keep him awake more than coffee would.
It wasn't long before he made the descent down the stairs. He passed by his Aunt Cass who was dead asleep on the loveseat, Kaiju flicks playing on the TV. And within moments, he was on the main dining floor of the Lucky Cat Cafe then out the doors.
It wasn't a super long trek to campus and the lab, but one that definitely felt like an eternity. Especially at two in the morning as the weather is chilly with an even colder wind. Not fun. Still, he made the journey, bundling up and shivering within the thin hoodie he cursed himself for grabbing and the shorts he always wore. Before he knew it, he was ascending the steps to the lit doors of the once named "Nerd Lab." And he couldn't be more glad. As, when he stepped through the doors, he was hit by a tidal wave of warmth.
"Gogo?" He called.
He walked through the eerily empty halls, listening for anyone or anything. Well, anything beyond the whir of student projects purposefully left on through the night. The stark halls were boxed in on all sides by frosted windows and, try as he might, he attempted to look through them. On the fifth panel he came up on, he placed his ear against it, listening for Gogo. Then, with a sudden booming sound in his ear, two taps against the pane rang out. He stumbled back, frightened for a split second before the frosted pane shifted to clear and revealed the figure of his friend, Gogo.
She stood only a few inches taller than Hiro, yet displayed an attitude that seemed almost always to be annoyed. Though, as she watched Hiro, dressed in a white tee-shirt and leather jacket overcoat alongside leggings-ripped in various spots, showing violet patches-as well as black shorts overtop, she smiled softly. But for only a brief second before her pink lips were quickly hidden by the ballooning bubble of her just as pink gum.
With a sharp pop, the balloon exploded, and with practiced ease, she wrangled the excess back into her mouth. The corners of her mouth lifted, smiling again.
"Hey, Knucklehead," she said. Her voice carried through the pane as though not even there to begin with.
"Geez, Gogo," Hiro huffed, rising from where he fell, "Did you only call me out here to scare me?"
She simply stared at him, annoyed that he would think so lowly of her. But at the same time, she seemed to contemplate the idea. It was interesting. And could definitely be a lot of fun when done right.
"Come on, Genius." She waved her hand, ushering him into the room.
He hesitated for a second before passing through the door. The room, though he had entered into it many times before, always amazed him by its sprawling nature and seeming unendingness. But the room was not the main concern. And quickly righting himself, Hiro followed Gogo deeper into the workshop until they reached "her spot." It truly wasn't much, but it managed to serve all the purposes Gogo needed; a workbench, a counter/desktop, a small rack of tools, her maglev bike hanging from chains, and a space to set her stuff.
Neither exchanged words, simply content with letting the silence stagnate as they take in the other's presence. Upon reaching the small station, Hiro quickly noticed a familiar suit of black, red, and yellow lying atop the workbench. Immediately he glanced around, ensuring that there truly wasn't anyone else around. No one was to know who the members of Big Hero 6 were.
"Gogo…w-what?!" Hiro blurted out, filling the quiet that had taken residence.
Gogo glared at him, hip cocked to the side and hand rested upon it. She popped another bubble.
"No one's around to see. I already checked…" Hiro's eyes narrowed, "...multiple times. Now woman up and help me out. I want to make some modifications. But unfortunately, in all your genius, you designed our suits in ways not meant to be tampered with."
"Y-yeah. Each suit was specially crafted perfectly. Theoretically, the suits shouldn't need redesigns for another couple years."
"Well, you've never seen how I do things. So I need you to help me fix up and modify the suit." She stepped towards a series of drawers. Rifling through them, she drew out a long Phillips head screwdriver as well as several other tools; Allen wrenches, pliers, miscellaneous spools of wire, a soldering iron, and various others.
"What are you going to add to it? What's even wrong with it?"
"I need to be faster, more aerodynamic. Gotta have more capacity for my throwing discs. And…maybe some spots for other utensils."
Hiro's eyes widened, "You expected to do this in a night?!"
"We are gonna do it in a night," she replied, "Now come on. Use that big brain of yours and get to work."
Reluctant, Hiro moved over to the suit and began to work. Hour after hour passed and though both were tired, they continued. Eventually, they took a step away. A break from the chaos that was encapsulating them.
Hiro lowered himself into a nearby chair with a huff, agitated and beyond reasonably tired. He closed his eyes, thankful for the break. Then a weight lowered itself onto his lap. His eyes shot open and to his surprise, he found Gogo, sitting up on his lap as if there was nothing wrong. Neither spoke a word. Though, as the pregnant silence echoed throughout the room, Hiro's thoughts wandered. And it was anyone's guess as to what the imagination of a pubescent fourteen year old is like.
After a moment more, Gogo finally spoke. "Wasn't any other chair. Didn't think you'd mind."
It was a blatant lie, but Hiro's overworked, under-rested mind didn't think twice about it.
"U-uh….no. N-not at all," he shook his head.
Eventually, Gogo shifted, pushing herself further back against Hiro's body. And as if by natural instinct and response, his hands gripped her hips lightly before wrapping around her waist protectively. She knew she had him at that point. So, she stayed in place, occasionally grinding her curvaceous ass against his groin, before she finally decided to get up.
As Hiro tried to follow suit, she pushed him back down into the chair.
"Clothes. Off," she commanded, shucking off her leather jacket, "Now."
Hiro hesitated, unsure if she was serious. But the look in her eyes said she wasn't anything but serious. Slowly, as if time were slowing down for just the two of them, Hiro lifted his shirt. He was thin, pale, and not all that athletic. Yup, he was Gogo's type. And she desperately wanted him. His hands trembled as they carefully undid his shorts.
But Gogo couldn't wait. So she lurched forward and yanked them-as well as his underwear-off his body.
"Too slow," she chided.
Just as quickly as she had parted Hiro from his clothes-freeing his modest sized erection-she did the same for herself. Both stood facing one another barren, free from the clothes that had amassed into a small pile to the side. Hiro, lanky and thin, was pale and blushing red. His erection did little to hide his excitement, regardless of how much he tried to hide it with his hands. Gogo was almost as pale as Hiro, though had a caramelized tan that covered most of her body.
And she smirked.
Her hand on her cocked hip, she softly bit her lip as she eyed the young boy in front of her. She definitely liked what she saw. Now, all that was left was to finally strike and seal the deal. So she took a step forward. Hiro stumbled back. He swallowed, hard. His throat felt as though he'd been walking through the desert for weeks without drinking. Mouth opened, he prepared to speak. The words, though, were quickly lost on him. And she took another step forward.
With his step back, he fell into the chair once again. And as he caught himself, his hands moved from hiding his manhood.
Perfect.
"W-what are you doing, Gogo?!" Hiro was scared, yet allured by the beauty of the woman before him. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't fantasized about her before.
"What's it look like?"
"B-but…" He stammered as she took another step towards him, "what about T-Tadashi?"
She raised an eyebrow.
"Weren't you his girlfriend? Isn't this wrong?!"
When she laughed, he wasn't sure whether to be scared, aroused, or confused. So, he found himself scaroused.
"Nah. He wasn't into gals. Honey tried several times to sway him. Others did as well. He wasn't my type." A devilish smile crept across her face. "You, however, are exactly my type. Knew from the first time Tadashi mentioned you to us. Course, I had my doubts. But when you came into the lab for the first time….I knew."
Hiro swallowed again. He was caught like a gazelle drawn to a watering hole, oblivious to the lion in the bushes.
A few moments pass before Gogo finally stops creeping forward. Simultaneously, she drops her predatory attitude. It was swiftly replaced by a caring, motherly one instead.
"Listen, Hiro," she began, "I know it's sudden and I'm sorry I lured you out here…even though I need those upgrades…but I'm tired of dancing around my feelings. And I know it's fast, how I'm moving, but that's just me."
She sighed and remained silent for a moment.
"I should've asked you before taking your clothes off…but would you like to have sex with me? Would you like to…be my, ugh, boyfriend? god I hate that word."
Logical reasoning dictates that, by all accounts, Hiro should tell her 'No,' get dressed, and leave. Potentially even report the incident to the authorities. However, as they locked eyes, he remembered the countless times he's wadded up a tissue in thought of her. And he nodded with a quiet whisper 'Yes.' It was a testament to the irrational logicality of a young, horny, and albeit very lonely fourteen year old.
"I assume you've watched enough porn to know how this goes." She stated before she slid her fingers into the tangles of Hiro's hair and pulled his face to her groin.
Immediately, without hesitation or need for a command, Hiro set to work. His tongue dragged across the valley of her folds, wetting them. And, though starting slow, he began to pick up speed. He began to try various methods of attack; kissing, licking, sucking, even humming. Each one a form he learned from years of watching adult content he shouldn't have been watching. At an age he really shouldn't have been watching it at.
Each movement and method he used, urged a different sound or reaction from the messy, purple-streak haired girl. A kiss caused her hips to jolt and grind, seeking deeper pleasure. His tongue dragging across her sex saw her hands grip his hair tighter as her voice squeaked beyond her lips. Sucking it brought up on sharp gasps and clenching thighs. And humming, to Hiro's surprise, caused a mixture of all reactions.
He silently prayed thanks for his gifted intelligence, for he began to abuse the newfound knowledge he'd acquired. And just as he had expected and hoped, it wasn't long before she was nearing her peak. Her legs quivered and swayed. She struggled to remain upright, but was glad Hiro was there, between her legs, to act as a balance.
"Hoo….Hiro….ha…" she exhaled, breathy.
Hiro knew it was only a few more kisses before she tipped. A few more licks. A few more seconds of suction. A few more hu-oh. With a sharp cry of pleasure, she fell over her peak. Her legs clenched around his head and she exploded upon his tongue. Salty yet slightly sweet.
"C-chair. Now."
Pulling away, he followed her command, lowering himself back into the chair. Yet, as he did, he took notice of how they'd shifted as he'd pleasured Gogo. A few steps beyond the reach of the cushioned seating.
Seated, Gogo eyed him greedily. She saw and paid attention to each twitch and throb of his cock. And in the blink of an eye, she was on her knees in front of him. He twitched even more. Which only served to feed the bitten lip smile of lust that was plastered upon the purple-streak haired woman.
Almost instantly, she was holding the erect rod in her hand, her mouth inching closer.
It was by no means small. Nor upsetting. It was almost perfectly average in all regards. And to that, Gogo silently prayed-to any deity that exists-her thanks. Mere seconds later, her lips rested against its length. A small kiss to start. Then another. And another. Then her tongue, outstretched and drawing up the shaft from base to tip.
Over and over, Gogo repeated the motions. She would turn her head to the side, reorganize the structure and flow of the movements. All in an effort to enjoy what she had craved for so long. And to hear the sounds of the young boy beneath her touch. Oh, how his soft gasps and whines of her name were heavenly. Though, as expected, it didn't stop her. After several minutes teasing him with her tongue and kisses, she finally took the next step.
With another kiss to the aching and leaking tip of his cock, Gogo parted her lips and let it enter her. She didn't take it all at once. Rather, she took her time, giving Hiro a show as inch by inch she lowered. To her surprise, his length was more than enough for her throat. At roughly the halfway point, the tip had already hit the back of her throat. Unsure if she wanted to try and take more, she began to pull off. But just as soon as she began, two hands clung to her hair and pushed her back down. And before she could protest, the rest of his cock had been forced into her mouth. She choked. And she loved it.
Hiro started to remove his hands, realizing what he had done, but Gogo was quick to stop him. She kept his hands tangled in her messy locks. Lifting up off the now saliva covered shaft, she looked to the young boy. And with a nod and a lustful look in her eyes, she wordlessly communicated to him. A message that said: "That was incredible. Keep doing that. Use me however you wish."
And though Hiro was never savvy with the ways of women, he clearly picked up on this message. It was frankly one he found himself enjoying. So, doing as she wordlessly asked, he pulled her back down onto his length. Her eyes rolled back as her throat bulged from the deepthroat and saliva spilling out, unable to stay inside. God, Hiro loved that sight. She was becoming messy and shimmering in the light. And Hiro continued to bob her head up and down upon his shaft.
Unfortunately, it wasn't long before he began to feel the rising effects of his climax coming. So, doing what he had seen in porn, he quickened the pace of her sucking. She seemed to be happy that he did.
However, it wasn't long before his peak arrived, like a freight train blasting into the station.
"G-gogo." he grunted with a final thrust.
His grip held her in place and she was forced to take the salty fluid into her mouth, down her throat. Shot after shot, rope after rope. Each twitch and twinge relinquished his primitive desire deep into her. She shuddered in delight at the notion and taste. Her eyes rolled back and she hummed a sort of moaning gleeful sound.
A minute later, Hiro finally finished and slumped back, spent. His chest heaved with each breath. Gogo, on the other hand, was only just starting. She was ravenous. Now that she had gotten a taste of Hiro's hidden dominating side, she wanted more. Carefully, with a suction pull, she lifted herself off. A sharp pop rang out as she did.
"Still good for round two, huh?" She stated, voice hoarse. She lightly gripped his cock-which was still erect without signs of softening-and slowly began to stroke it.
"W-what?"
"C'mon, Boy Genius, I want you to fuck me."
Gogo stood, stepping over to the desktop before hopping atop it. She smiled, the corner of her mouth clamped beneath her teeth, and beckoned him with a finger. As if led by the twitch of his cock, he followed. Though, reaching the desk, he realized one glaring issue: the desk was higher than he'd be able to reasonably have sex from.
"Uhh, Gogo?" He said.
"Hmmm?"
"I don't know if the desk is possible. It's too high." He shifted balance from foot to foot.
Seemingly as though she'd encountered this problem before, or had prepared for such a response, she hopped down. And quickly, she made her way across the room. Only to stop by the workbench, where her suit was resting, various pieces taken apart. Except for her boots. She grabbed them, slipping them on before skating across the room. Finally, she stopped in a corner Hiro had never noticed before, where two identical 'n' shaped bars protruded from the ground a few feet from each other.
She pointed at the open space between the bars.
"Lie down," she commanded.
"What is this?" Hiro asked, lying down as she had told.
"It's where Honey and I stretch and limber up."
He looked at her, confused.
"Wait a second. You don't stretch before suiting up?" He could tell from her tone that she was truly shocked. Surely he would know to stretch before doing physical activities. He's a smart kid.
Apparently not.
"Whatever," she said as she always did, "Now then…"
In a quick flash of naked movement, she climbed atop the bars. And, legs spread across the gap, she lowered herself down until her shapely butt rested upon Hiro's. Her legs remained extended in the air, though. This was due to the bars having caught in the connection between her boots and the discs she skated upon.
"You gonna make me do all the work? Or are you gonna woman up and show me what you got?" She chided.
Hiro reached down to his cock and began to fumble with it. His hands, through anxious nervousness, shook. And it was longer than necessary before his tip finally connected with the slick wetness of her sex. When he did, he slowly began to toy around, trying to find the entrance. Although it felt good to Gogo, her voice slipping out in soft moans, she was never patient. And so she helped him out.
As his tip spread her, she loudly moaned. She bit her lip to muffle the sound. But it wasn't enough. For as soon as Hiro felt the warmth of her body clenching around his erection, his body set to work enacting those primitive urges. He began to trust.
And she purred as the entirety of his length slipped inside her for the first time. Though, she did orgasm at that singular movement. It wasn't enough though. And now Hiro, sheathed inside of her, sought to achieve that feeling as well.
Thrust after thrust he pistoned into her. The sounds of their coupling ringing out through the room and the halls. He could feel her walls clenching and shaping themselves around him. As did she. And they both knew, there would be little chance of separating them from each other. But that didn't matter as Hiro began to pick up speed. His hips collided with hers in a wet collision. At some point during the onslaught of thrusts, Gogo came again. She cried out in pleasure as her body shook and quaked. And though she didn't realize it, Hiro felt as she squirted for the first time.
This only served to rile him up further. And within minutes, the no longer virgin boy, tensed within her and came. Once more, he shot rope after rope of virile seed into her body. Though this time, the warmth around his cock and taking his spend had the potential to administer a brand new consequence to his actions.
Neither one thought about this fact.
"Fuck, Hiro," she moaned quietly.
Her body was covered in sweat that, with the soft lighting of the room, served to highlight and contour her features. Her modest, pert breasts heaved with each breath she took and she looked back at the boy beneath her. Slowly, she lifted herself up, Hiro's cock slipping out of her. And as it popped out, it was followed by a steady stream of cum flowing out of her.
Lowering herself back down, resting upon Hiro's torso, she unclasped her boots and let herself fully come to rest and lie down on top of the young boy. Though she didn't lie still for long. She moved up to eye level with him before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to kiss properly. The result turned out as Gogo attempting to give a proper kiss-with tongue as well-and Hiro simply puckering his lips.
She giggled softly before she kissed again. And this time, as he began to realize his mistake, he followed her lead. It started off as two lovers kissing each other romantically, lips entwined. But it soon elevated to deep, tongue locked expressions of lust and desire garnished with an undertone of true love. As it turned out, Hiro was a very quick learner.
It didn't take long before the pair were ready to go again. And kissing their way towards round three, Gogo rolled them over, placing Hiro on top. Looming over her, erection pointed and centimeters away from the warmth it wanted to be sheathed in, Hiro finally got to take in the sight of the girl who'd asked him to be her boyfriend. His girlfriend. And he had to admit, thoughts of Gogo late at night were nothing compared to seeing the real deal.
She was beautiful.
Like an angel on Earth, Hiro loved every part about her. He loved the way she spoke, distant yet caring. Loved the way she glistened and her hair always looked messy yet made. Loved the way she felt and held him. Every bit of her was perfect.
And he couldn't wait a second longer.
He slipped into her, coercing a moaning cry of his name from her lips. Arching over her, his hands rested just above her shoulders. And with the first thrust, he witnessed how her perfect breasts bounced. God, they were enticing. As he picked up speed, thrusting deep into her, he did something that surprised her; he started to kiss her cheek, then her jaw, then her neck, then her breasts-spending a good portion of time there-before moving back up to her neck. When he began to suck and bite a spot, determined to give her a hickey, her breath hitched. And she realized something.
She wanted to be choked.
So, she did what any normal person in the throws of passion, groaning and moaning with each thrust, would do. She guided his hands over her neck. She was about to speak, telling him what to do only to be beaten to the chase by his grip tightening around her. The pleasure she gained from each thrust as he held his hands in place around her throat only served to increase thrice-fold.
And right as he picked up speed, stamina running low, she felt the tidal wave of her uncounted orgasm begin to near. Thrust. Now she was closer. Thrust. Even closer, just a bit more. Thrust. God, almost there, her breath was extremely heavy. Then he stopped. And for the moment she had thought something was wrong or that he was teasing her. That was, until she heard him groan and moan her name right before feeling her sex be flooded by a torrent of warm ejaculate.
When those first strands of cum flooded her, she felt the dams holding back the tsunami of pleasure burst. And she came, squirting even more than before.
However, she didn't get to enjoy the feeling of the pleasure for too long before the culmination of lack of oxygen, overstimulation, and weariness overtook her. And she passed out. But not before pulling Hiro close with both arms and legs.
When she awoke, she was fully clothed and lying in the recliner Fred often sat in. The sounds of productive activity bustled around her in the lab. She began to worry. She glanced around at various spots; the chair, the desktop, and the gymnasts bars. And at each one, she saw how it was spotless and clean, as though nothing had happened.
Then, as if trying to confirm whether the night had happened, she peered over towards the workbench. And lying there, was Hiro. Dead asleep. And her suit? Nowhere to be seen. Most likely hidden away from prying eyes.
But taking a good look at Hiro, she immediately understood his position and the look upon. It was one everyone in the lab had undertaken at some point. A look and stance of extremely little sleep and having worked through the night-potentially more-in an attempt to finish a big project. And while, yes, he and Gogo had worked on her suit for a time, they eventually stopped to have sex. So, if she had gone to sleep, she assumed he would have as well.
Unless he stayed awake long after her, and worked relentlessly on her suit. To get it exactly as she had specified. Which then explained the large pile of scrap wire, abundance of tools, and halfway open drawers around him as she noticed them.
"Oh, Hiro…" She muttered.
At that moment, she truly knew she had picked the right one. And she knew she wanted to keep him, especially not sick, so she rose from her seat. Walking over to the sleeping boy, she shrugged off her leather jacket and placed it over him to keep him warm. To which he aptly curled further into its heat.
She quickly glanced around once more, before she placed a kiss to the top of his head and cheek. Though as she withdrew from the kiss upon his cheek, she saw his eyes flutter open.
"Hmm? Gogo?" His voice was soft, groggy.
"It's me," she cooed, "Why'd you stay up so late?"
He rubbed his eyes, perking up slightly.
"I finished modifying your suit. Just like you'd asked. A-and I made some adjustments of my own. Some greater than others."
"Oh yeah?" She cocked an eyebrow.
"Well, to start, I had to replace your bodysuit. It was too thick for the proper modifications, so I found a polymer that was excellent at protecting but also thin enough for what I needed. However, it is quite thin. Secondly, some zippers had to be replaced," his face blushed, "and I also added some various other enhancements. Too many to list off."
"Is that all?" She chuckled softly, wrapping her arms around his torso and resting her head on his shoulder.
"Should be everything. Now all that's left is for you to try it out. Gotta make sure everything fits and works as it should."
Gogo nodded, "How about we try it on later tonight?"
"S-sure."
"Your place?" She let her meaning linger, "Or mine?"
"Yours. Baymax wouldn't understand and it'd be weird."
She hummed in reply.
"W-when should I come over?" Hiro asked.
"Whenever you want. If we're doing this, then my door is always open. Perhaps you can even move in with me."
Hiro swallowed hard, his throat clenching.
Gogo laughed, "Perhaps not yet."
The pair let silence linger between them, each relishing in the other's presence. Though, after a few moments, Gogo began to pull away. Not without a kiss first. And she pressed her lips to his in a very quick, chaste kiss.
"Ugh, I need to change. I should head home."
She began to walk away, heading towards the door of the lab room. But she stopped as Hiro began speaking.
"Wait! Your jacket!" He called to her, slinging the article off his shoulders.
"Keep it." She replied with a wink. And within moments, she was out the door.
~ A Few Days Later ~
Hiro looked down at his phone, swiping through the small collection of photos he had amassed within the short few days. They were photos of himself with Gogo or just Gogo on her own. She was happier now, he could see. Though she still tried to hold a front with the others. And trying to keep hands to each other while around the others wasn't doing much for the pair either.
After a while, Hiro began to feel bored. It felt as though time was slower without Gogo than it was with her. But, he had an idea that was sure to ease his boredom as well as potentially greatly please his speedster girlfriend. Reaching beneath his desk, he pulled out a ring-like device no more than a few inches in diameter. He set it down on the table before turning back to his phone. With practiced ease, he opened his messaging app and went to Gogo's contact.
(Tues, 11:57am) Hiro: So what was the message you deleted when you asked me to come to the lab?
(Tues, 11:58am) Gogo: What message?
(Tues, 11:58am) Gogo: Oh, yeah…..
(Tues, 11:58am) Gogo: So, I had originally told you about what we were gonna do, but I didn't want to scare you.
(Tues, 11:59am) Gogo: Guess I already did that though.
(Tues, 12:01pm) Hiro: Oh. I see. For a while, I had been thinking you'd sent me a private image.
(Tues, 12:01pm) Gogo: XD
(Tues, 12:02pm) Gogo: Private images? What are you, 50? They're nudes, genius.
(Tues, 12:03pm) Gogo: And no, it wasn't a nude.
(Tues, 12:04pm) Hiro: Yeah, yeah.
(Tues, 12:17pm) Gogo: Tap to see Photo Attachment
(Tues, 12:17pm) Gogo: This one is though 3
(Tues, 12:20pm) Gogo started a video call
(Tues, 1:21pm) Gogo: Enjoy yourself?
(Tues, 1:22pm) Hiro: God, yes.
(Tues, 1:22pm) Gogo: You're so cute.
(Tues, 1:22pm) Gogo: I'm so glad you said yes.
(Tues, 1:23pm) Gogo: 3
(Tues, 1:23pm) Hiro: 3
That was a fantastic night. The first time anyone had ever sent him something provocative. And it was also his first time engaging in sexual activities while on a video call, which albeit was a bit awkward at first. Though tonight-if everything went as planned-would surely be a better night to remember. And so he began typing.
(10:36pm) Hiro: Hey, you guys done with patrol?
(10:38pm) Gogo: Not yet. But nothing is happening tonight. Honestly, kinda boring.
(10:38pm) Hiro: I'm sorry to hear that.
(10:39pm) Hiro: Wanna help me test out something?
(10:43pm) Gogo: Patrol, remember. Can't.
(10:43pm) Hiro: Actually, you can help from right there. It's something I had put in your suit when I fixed it up. Been tweaking it ever since.
(10:44pm) Gogo: Hiro….
(10:44pm) Gogo: What are you gonna test?
(10:44pm) Hiro: Just something quick. Well, maybe not too quick.
(10:45pm) Hiro: You're wearing the suit properly, right?
(10:45pm) Gogo: You mean naked?
(10:45pm) Gogo: Yeah. Perv. 3
(10:46pm) Hiro: Who all is on patrol with you?
(10:48pm) Gogo: Only Wasabi and Honey…
Hiro smiled. Tonight would be the best night to remember. And it would be a night full of debauchery and adventurous acts. He just had to hope that Gogo didn't kill him when it was all over.
So, he set down the phone and reached for the ring-like apparatus once more. He looked it over, inspecting it for any flaws or defects before attempting the test. And then, with a push of a button on the side, the area inside the circumference lit up a bright white. The white swirled and whooshed for a brief moment before it disappeared. In its place: the sight of Gogo's sex, already glistening in seeming anticipation. Quickly, he began to undo his shorts and slipped them off, letting his erection spring free. And carefully, lining up the entrance of Gogo's flower with the tip of his cock, he began to lower the ring upon himself.
And then his phone buzzed.
(10:52pm) Gogo: Hiro…what are you doing…
He didn't reply, instead, he brought the ring down over his groin. And as his cock disappeared through the portal, it was quickly swallowed up by the warmth of Gogo's sex. His phone buzzed again. Then again. He didn't bother to look. Rather, he continued to lower the ring. Inch by inch, his cock disappeared before being enveloped in her warmth. And eventually, he had hilted himself inside of her, twitching and groaning from the feeling.
His phone rang.
Incoming Call
Gogo
The phone continued to ring. And for a few seconds, it seemed as though Hiro would refuse to pick up. Then he did. The voice that came over the line was quiet, moaning, and slightly angry.
"Hiro," Gogo chastised.
"Hey, Gogo!"
He tried to play it off as if he wasn't doing anything wrong. But they both knew better.
"What do you think you're doing?!" She groaned in pleasure as he twitched within her.
"I'm currently testing a new design." He slowly began to lift the ring off himself.
"Hiro," she growled. Then she whined as he removed nearly all of himself.
"Ah, ah. I want to hear you ask nicely for it?"
"Are you serious? Right now?!" There was a fragment of panic, but he could hear from her voice-as well as feel it-that she was excited by the prospect. "Honey's nearby!"
He began to extract his tip.
"Whatever. Fine," she huffed, "Hiro, please for the love of God fuck me or I swear I will-"
She was cut off as he slammed his cock back into her. Causing a loud moan to slip out from her.
"Or you'll what?" Hiro asked, confident and dominating.
"Or I won't send you any photos anymore."
Thrust.
"I don't think you'll do that." Thrust.
She purred, moaning. Honey, distant, could be heard in the background, asking what's wrong before mentioning her victory against a nearby gas station robber.
"Fuck, Hiro….people are surrounding us…." She tried to keep her voice down.
And he smiled when she mentioned how a group of fans were beginning to surround the two members of Big Hero 6.
Thrust. Thrust.
He was picking up speed.
And her voice would not remain silent. She huffed and moaned, groaned and purred with each throb and movement. Under her breath, she muttered thanks that her suit covered her body. Otherwise the fans and paparazzi would see just how turned on she was by what Hiro was doing.
Thrust. Thrust.
He could hear her being asked questions, signing papers and saying greetings. Each and every time she was asked a question, right as the question finished and she was meant to answer, he pounded into her. Each time, the reporter or fan would stop to ask her if everything was okay. Which she lied and stated she was just a bit under the weather.
Thrust. Thrust.
Then his phone buzzed.
Thrust.
Glancing at the screen, he saw a singular message, from Honey Lemon. And staring at the screen, reading the message, another popped up. It was from Wasabi.
11:07
Ongoing Call: 15:03
Two Notifications:
(11:07pm) H. Lemon: Something's off with Gogo. Do you know what this is?
(11:07pm) Wasabi: Hey, Hiro, saw the mods you made to Gogo's suit. You may wanna take a look at 'em when we return. Think they're acting up.
Hiro smirked. Things were going just as he'd hoped and he could tell that Gogo was enjoying it. The way she gasped with each Thrust. Or how her warmth clenched around him, gripping him as if attempting to keep him inside. The feeling was mutual, though. She felt amazing. Better than anything he had ever nor would ever feel in his lifetime.
With a Thrust, followed by another in rapid succession, he felt her quiver. She came. Hard. Her voice began to slip out and she clearly bit her lip to muffle the sound. And though she had squirted before, this time was different. This time, she gushed, dampening and coating his legs, chair, shorts, and floor with her fluids.
And just when Hiro thought he could last, hoping to make her peak at least one more time, he found himself accidentally tipping over. And he Thrust once more. His seed spilled inside of her, filling her.
"Hiroooo!" She cried out, lucky to have gotten away from the fans with a quick lie. As well as help from Honey and Wasabi. Though, they were still under the impression that she truly either was sick…or something was wrong with her suit. It wouldn't be a lie to say it was the latter.
There was silence for a time. The only sound coming through the call was Gogo's heavy panting. It was a wonderful sound. As they remained on call, wordless, Hiro quickly pulled himself out of the portal before turning it off. And Gogo whined softly before her voice went sharp.
"Hiro." She said through her teeth.
Immediately, Hiro's blood ran cold.
"Gogo, listen," he began, "I thought you'd like-"
CLICK!
He glanced down at his phone.
11:12
Call Ended
Total Time: 20:34
Two Notifications:
(11:07pm) H. Lemon: Something's off with Gogo. Do you know what this is?
(11:07pm) Wasabi: Hey, Hiro, saw the mods you made to Gogo's suit. You may wanna take a look at 'em when we return. Think they're acting up.
That couldn't be good. Hiro quickly scrambled to make himself presentable, pulling up his shorts and hiding the evidence of his actions. Then he heard it. The first footsteps upon the wooden staircase. Was it wrong that he hoped that it was Aunt Cass walking up the stairs?
Another step. His heart was beating loudly. Too loud. Another step. Hiro whispered a prayer, to which God or saint, he wasn't sure. Step. So close. His throat began to clench, mouth parched. Step. He closed his eyes, awaiting punishment. He couldn't stand to see her enter the room and cross to him. Step. In the room now. Directly across from him.
Step. Step. Step. She was now right in front of him. He could smell her, that beautiful scent. His eyes clenched tighter. A moment passed. And now he could feel her breath. She was mere inches away.
Then her lips pressed against his. And he opened his eyes to see her-dressed in her suit-as she lowered herself onto his lap. She straddled him, lips still locked passionately with his own. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her hands dug into his hair. She didn't appear to be mad.
But he had to be sure. So, he pulled away for a moment.
"Gogo?"
"That was some stunt you pulled," she replied, "wanna do it on the bed this time?"
Eagerly he nodded.
She slipped off his lap, hands sliding down his arms until they fell into his. And gripping them, she pulled him up and led him to the bed. Their lips collided and tumbled, fighting to be on top.
Hiro knew that it was gonna be a long night.
~ Several Weeks Later ~
Gogo pulled open the door to the Lucky Cat Cafe, entering inside to its warmth and wondrous smells. It was early morning and the shop hadn't officially opened yet-Cass let Hiro's friends in regardless-so there weren't any other patrons around to bother her. Still, she had woken up nauseous and needed to get out of her place for a while. So, she had gone to the one place she knew to find solace, dressed in a baggy sweatshirt she had stolen from Hiro and some sweatpants.
As she sat down in a booth against the wall furthest from the door, Cass walked out from the kitchen. When she saw Gogo, her face beamed. She always lit up when seeing anyone, but especially those closest to Hiro and who helped work through the loss of Tadashi.
"Gogo!" She called out, wiping her hands on her apron, "Can I get you anything?"
Gogo contemplated, glancing at the menu hanging above the counter.
"I'll just have some of your chocolate toast. And a coffee, please."
"The usual, coming right up."
Cass returned to the kitchen as she began to prepare the requested food. And luckily, it was a quick fix, taking no more than a handful of minutes. As the smells wafted out from the back, Gogo felt her stomach rumble. She wasn't sure what Ms. Hamada was changing or doing to her food, but it smelled heavenly. Far better than it had ever smelled before. And as Cass exited the kitchen, plate and cup in hand, nearing the speedster, the aroma only grew more intense.
"Thank you, Ms. Hamada."
"You're welcome," Cass flashed her motherly smile upon the girl, "Now eat up, don't want it getting cold and mush. Cause then it'll be like 'Blah.'"
Gogo chuckled at Cass' over exaggerated movements before turning her eyes to the plate. Pulling out her utensils, Gogo took a bite. And she froze. Something was off. It was missing something, but she wasn't sure what.
As Cass began to walk away, Gogo called to her, stopping her.
"Ms. Hamada, did you fix this like you normally do?" She asked.
Cass looked at her, confused and miffed by the notion she would try and change what has been working for over a year now.
"Of course I did. It's the exact same as every other time I make it. Though I did have to switch to a new flour to make the bread. Does it taste bad?"
"N-no, sorry. Must just be my imagination. It tastes wonderful." Gogo did her best to play it off, not wanting to offend her boyfriend's legal guardian.
"Alright. If you need anything else, just let me know." Cass said as she began to walk away again.
"Actually, Ms. Hamada, do you happen to have some chips?" Gogo quickly blurted, "Cheese flavored, preferably."
Now Cass was truly lost. First Gogo says the toast tastes off, then she asks for chips. Chips! Something she normally saves for lunch hour and rampant children. She didn't really have an issue with the request nor gathering it for Gogo, it was just the absurdity of everything that was happening this morning with the girl. So, she walked to the pantry in the small kitchen area. And filing through the various chip selections, she found a bag of Noritos, the nacho cheese flavored chip. Grabbing it and taking it in hand, she returned to the booth where Gogo resided. And she handed over the bag. What happened next both shocked Cass as well as explained why Gogo was acting the way she was.
Taking the bag, Gogo opened it and took a handful of chips in her hand before crushing them up and spreading the pieces over the chocolate spread of her toast. After doing so, she wiped off the remaining crumbs and dust before lifting a piece of toast to her mouth. Then she bit down. And the taste was exactly what she had felt was missing from the first bite she had taken. It was sweet, yet savory. With two layers of crunchy texture with a spread of creamy chocolate between. It was one of the best things Gogo had ever eaten. So, obviously, the rest didn't last long after.
"So, who's the lucky-or unlucky-man?" Cass calmly questioned.
Gogo looked up at her, mouth full of food, confused. "Huh?"
"Who's the lucky guy?" Cass asked again.
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"C'mon, it's just us gals here. You can tell me."
"Ms. Hamada, I seriously have no idea what you are talking about."
Cass huffed, "Strange eating habits? Baggy yet comfortable clothing? And let me guess: you've been feeling sick as well? Like you want to puke first thing in the morning?"
"Y-yes," Gogo stared, dumbfounded, "How did you know about that?"
And right before Cass said it, everything clicked in Gogo's mind.
"You're pregnant, Gogo. Congratulations!" Cass cheered.
"oh shit. I should probably get going and get ready for class. Thank you for the food, Ms. Hamada."
Gogo rose from her seat and dashed out of the cafe, heading to the nearest pharmacy. As she arrived, she bolted in and hunted down a pregnancy test. She wound up buying three of them. And within moments of purchase, she found herself in the bathroom, awaiting the results from each one. A minute passed. Still no results. Then another. The stress was building, Gogo was getting anxious. Another. Gogo had to steady herself with deep breaths. Finally, the results came.
Test One: Positive.
Test Two: Positive.
Test Three:...Positive.
Excitement and extreme anxiety surged through Gogo. She knew she had wanted children, just not so soon. And she knew she would never get rid of them. They were hers and she would love them. But the one variable she worried about was Hiro. He's fourteen. And sure, he is extremely intelligent and amazing at so many things, but parenthood is a big responsibility. She had no guarantee that he would be willing to stay and help her. That's not even thinking about what Cass might do to her when she finds out.
There were a lot of hurdles she was gonna have to navigate through. But the first one came with a phone call.
"Hey, Gogo," said Hiro.
"Hey." Her voice was sunken, worried and afraid. Alone.
"Is everything okay? What's going on?"
"So, I took some tests and…"
"And?"
"Turns out you're gonna be a dad."
"Oh."
She knew that tone. He was about to run away, flee from her and leave her to deal with it on her own. Silence permeated.
"We'll need to get a place to live. Because I definitely don't have enough space for both of us and a child."
"What?" Shock soared throughout her body.
"Oh, Aunt Cass is gonna kill me," Hiro groaned.
"You…you want to stay? T-to keep the child and help raise them?"
"Gogo, I lost my parents when I was three years old. I didn't have the chance to know them and never will. But with this child, I don't want them to face that and then try to find me years later. I want them to know me and to grow up with me in their life. So, it doesn't matter what may come, I'll be there for it."
Perhaps it was due to the shifting hormones within Gogo's body or that she could tell how honest and truthful he was, but tears began to well up in her eyes. And with a sniffle, Gogo thanked him. And for the first time-though they hadn't been together long-she told him:
"I love you, Hiro."