Carob #14, Cotton Candy #15, Vanilla Custard #9, with Chopped Nuts - I Like It Rough
Title: I Like It Rough
Summary: Chloe tries to figure out what’s so great about this Kurt guy.
Timeline: September 2012 - Supe!AU - Chloe is 1,285, Kurt is 19.
Challenge: Carob #14 (restlessness), Cotton Candy #15 (indulgence), Vanilla Custard #9 (Step up, baby, don’t be shy. - Anticipating by Britney Spears)
Toppings/Extras: Chopped Nuts
Word Count: 602
Rating: PG-13
She was a complete idiot. She had been doing this for centuries - Nearly a millennia! - and no human had ever affected her like this. It’s not like she had never been attracted to any of her victims over the years. She was a succubus, after all; attraction and lust was her job. So why was this boy any different?
Tapping her pencil against her desk, Chloe made no point in trying to hide the fact that she was outright staring at one of her classmates. What was his name? Kurt. Kurt Something. Blonde hair, blue eyes, average height and decent physique. There was nothing about him that automatically screamed different. No odd hairstyle, no eyebrow raising body modifications. So, what was it about him?
As if he could sense her thoughts, or maybe he had just felt her gaze, the boy in question turned around to look through the back rows of the room. As their eyes met, Chloe felt a shock go through her and flashes of images went through her mind. As Kurt’s gaze continued on and the mental images faded, that wave of something went through her again. Attraction, but... more. Something stronger. Something she wasn’t sure she liked. Scowling, she slumped further down in her desk, and resisted the urge to cross her arms like a child.
How annoying.
~~~
It hit her at the worst possible time. She had gone back to a dorm room with some random frat guy whose name she couldn’t be bothered to remember. After a while, the people all blended together, even if the sex always stuck out in her mind. But he was kissing his way down her collar bone, and his sexual fantasies were flashing across her mind. It was all breasts and ass, with different hair colors and the same body shape.
Kurt saw her face.
The realization was like a splash of ice water. Everyone saw her body, or mix and matched some part of her with other people. She couldn’t remember the last time someone saw her, and just her. She never remembered anyone seeing her face.
Pushing at Whatshisname’s shoulders, Chloe squirmed out from under him and sat up. “Get off of me. I’m not doing this.”
“Wait - what? You can’t just leave!”
Grabbing her shirt off the floor, she scoffed as she slipped it over her head. “Actually, I think I can. You might want to brush up on your vocabulary.” Pulling her hair free of her collar, Chloe started to stand when he grabbed her by the arm and tried to pull her back down.
One thing she didn’t like about the average frat boy. They were stupid.
Chloe shrugged his arm off with almost no effort before she turned to grab him by the jaw and lift him up off the bed. “I believe I just said no.” She hissed, letting her disguise slip away. Bat-like wings unfurled from her shoulder blades as horns curved back from her forehead, and her tail lashed at the air behind her. “It would do you good to learn what that means.”
Throwing him back onto the bed, there was a dull thwack as his head hit the wooden bed frame. As he fell unconscious, Chloe poked at him with a boot covered foot to make sure he was out for the count. She picked up a bottle of whiskey from the floor to pour over him before she put her disguise back on and left.
Even if he did remember anything, people would think he was too drunk to be telling the truth.
Summary: Chloe tries to figure out what’s so great about this Kurt guy.
Timeline: September 2012 - Supe!AU - Chloe is 1,285, Kurt is 19.
Challenge: Carob #14 (restlessness), Cotton Candy #15 (indulgence), Vanilla Custard #9 (Step up, baby, don’t be shy. - Anticipating by Britney Spears)
Toppings/Extras: Chopped Nuts
Word Count: 602
Rating: PG-13
She was a complete idiot. She had been doing this for centuries - Nearly a millennia! - and no human had ever affected her like this. It’s not like she had never been attracted to any of her victims over the years. She was a succubus, after all; attraction and lust was her job. So why was this boy any different?
Tapping her pencil against her desk, Chloe made no point in trying to hide the fact that she was outright staring at one of her classmates. What was his name? Kurt. Kurt Something. Blonde hair, blue eyes, average height and decent physique. There was nothing about him that automatically screamed different. No odd hairstyle, no eyebrow raising body modifications. So, what was it about him?
As if he could sense her thoughts, or maybe he had just felt her gaze, the boy in question turned around to look through the back rows of the room. As their eyes met, Chloe felt a shock go through her and flashes of images went through her mind. As Kurt’s gaze continued on and the mental images faded, that wave of something went through her again. Attraction, but... more. Something stronger. Something she wasn’t sure she liked. Scowling, she slumped further down in her desk, and resisted the urge to cross her arms like a child.
How annoying.
~~~
It hit her at the worst possible time. She had gone back to a dorm room with some random frat guy whose name she couldn’t be bothered to remember. After a while, the people all blended together, even if the sex always stuck out in her mind. But he was kissing his way down her collar bone, and his sexual fantasies were flashing across her mind. It was all breasts and ass, with different hair colors and the same body shape.
Kurt saw her face.
The realization was like a splash of ice water. Everyone saw her body, or mix and matched some part of her with other people. She couldn’t remember the last time someone saw her, and just her. She never remembered anyone seeing her face.
Pushing at Whatshisname’s shoulders, Chloe squirmed out from under him and sat up. “Get off of me. I’m not doing this.”
“Wait - what? You can’t just leave!”
Grabbing her shirt off the floor, she scoffed as she slipped it over her head. “Actually, I think I can. You might want to brush up on your vocabulary.” Pulling her hair free of her collar, Chloe started to stand when he grabbed her by the arm and tried to pull her back down.
One thing she didn’t like about the average frat boy. They were stupid.
Chloe shrugged his arm off with almost no effort before she turned to grab him by the jaw and lift him up off the bed. “I believe I just said no.” She hissed, letting her disguise slip away. Bat-like wings unfurled from her shoulder blades as horns curved back from her forehead, and her tail lashed at the air behind her. “It would do you good to learn what that means.”
Throwing him back onto the bed, there was a dull thwack as his head hit the wooden bed frame. As he fell unconscious, Chloe poked at him with a boot covered foot to make sure he was out for the count. She picked up a bottle of whiskey from the floor to pour over him before she put her disguise back on and left.
Even if he did remember anything, people would think he was too drunk to be telling the truth.