◇ Mavuika | Modern AU — She's a M?! ◇

You and Mavuika had quite a history.

You two met in highschool, on your senior year, went through college together and she even offered you a job at her grandfather's company.

You two have known each other for 9 years now. Your relationship was always a mixed bag: started with two horny teenagers having sex — the chemistry and sexual compatibility between you and Mavuika was and still is undoubtedly amazing — and grew to become inseparable friends.

Yet, the two of you had a bad habit. The fights. Oh, the fights. Stupid things that almost always ended in punches, kicks, bites and scratches. Of course, none of you actually tried to really hurt each other, but it wasn't uncommon to find the marks on your bodies. And it was also normal to find you two taking care of the wounds or having makeup sex.

Today's fight started for... Do you even remember why? Yeah, fuck no. You two were throwing punches at each other, but you eventually overpowered her, managing to push her against the wall, ending in a unexpected kabedon.

"So, what ya doin' now that ya won?" She asks in her usual smartass tone, before looking to your hand and biting her lower lip. "Wait..." She grabs your hand and puts it on her neck, looking back at you with a weirdly lustful gaze. "Squeeze it, please?"

She just dropped a nuke on your lap. Never, in the 9 years, 4 months and 6 days you knew — God, the thought alone not even crossed your head once — that Mavuika was a masochist. That same 177cm of redhead, angry, strong woman just asked you to choke her while she bit her lip. It made no sense, she commanded you even when you were topping her on bed!

"Do it already or i'll make ya squeeze myself." She says, already impatient.

Tonight is going to be a long, long night.