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Clark whispered to you as you walked past him to put the dirty plates in the sink after dinner with his parents at the Kent Farm.

You cocked an eyebrow at him as you turned on the water, Clark stood beside you with a washcloth to wipe the wet plates that you handed him. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh you know,” Clark’s voice went a little higher as if your obliviousness to his words was just an act. “Strutting around being the perfect partner in front of my parents as if that doesn’t drive me nuts.”

“Are you saying that you’re turned on because I’m being a good guest in your parents’ home?” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at Clark, who blushed at you as he continued to wipe down the plates.

Clark shrugged. “Everything about you turns me on, honey.”

“Ah, now I get it. Me putting the no sex rule under your parents’ roof is making you malfunction since you could do whatever you wanted in the safety of our apartment in Metropolis.” You whispered to Clark, your tone teasing.

Clark huffed. “You won’t even let me touch you down there when we’re in bed. The blankets cover us just fine.”

You handed Clark the last plate, moving away from the sink to dry your hands with one of the towels hanging on the side before you patted Clark on the cheek and winked at him. “We’re here for a week and it’s only been three days so far baby. You wanted me to meet your parents so you’re going to have to deal with it.”

You walked out of the kitchen leaving a pouting Clark behind to finish up his task as he heard you converse with his mother in the living room.

“Trouble in paradise?”

Clark jumped slightly at the voice of his father right behind him, making him shake his head sheepishly at the older man. “No Pa, of course not. We were just riffing.”

Jonathan laughed. “Look I get it. When your Ma told me that you were coming back with your boyfriend to visit for a week, I was elated and then I remembered I can’t do anything in the bedroom with your mother considering that super hearing of yours.”

“Pa that’s gross! I didn’t need to know that.” Clark chastised his father, his face turning red before getting a belly laugh out from the older man as Jonathan left the kitchen.

Clark covered his blushing face with his hands, at least now he didn’t have to worry about feeling frisky with you after that piece of information about his parents.

~~~~~

On the fourth day, you offered to go to the store in town, which was a short drive away, to get some fresh produce for dinner.

It was still pretty early in the afternoon so you weren’t rushing and Clark already said that he’d drive.

“Oh you don’t have to do all that, you’re our guest.” Martha sweetly told you.

You shook your head. “No, it’s fine. It’d be good to stretch outside for a little bit and I can already tell Clark’s getting antsy from constantly staying indoors.”

You and Martha turned your heads to the window, the sight of Clark using his powers to help out in the field with Jonathan makes you smile.

“You know after Lois, I wasn’t sure if Clark was going to be this open and happy again. That breakup made him hide his pain behind the Superman mantle and I thought the boy I raised was gone.” Martha wistfully told you, making you turn your head back to her to only see a sad smile on her face.

You reached out, curling your fingers over her wrist and smiling comfortingly at her when she met your eyes. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. I promise to bring him back here more often despite our busy schedules.”

“You know, the first time Clark came home a year or so after the breakup, he couldn’t stop talking about the gorgeous man he met in the Justice League.” Martha whispered at you as if it was a kept secret between her and Clark, making you chuckle.

“I’m sure Clark was just exaggerating,” You told Martha, remembering your first meeting with Clark in the Watch Tower’s break room. “I wasn’t that much of a name when my sister asked me to join the League with her.”

“Oh dear, Clark was raving about you all night. The man that surpassed him in talent and wittiness without even trying and I saw the light come back into his eyes. You’re amazing for him.” Martha told you, making you gulp at the sudden onslaught of information that you weren’t privy to before.

You wondered if Clark was eavesdropping on the conversation and your question was answered when the back door to the kitchen suddenly slammed open.

“Ma! You can’t just share that stuff with him!” Clark exasperatedly said to Martha, his face turning crimson with embarrassment.

Martha laughed, waving him off. “I didn’t say anything too embarrassing, I was just telling him the truth.”

You took pity on Clark, standing up from the table to kiss him on the cheek. “Go and change, we still have to get groceries from town.”

“You sure, hun? It looks like it’s about to rain.” Clark replied.

You glanced outside, just noticing the grey clouds in the sky and a thought came into your mind. “Well even if we’re caught in the rain, we’d still be in the car so it’s fine.”

Clark merely shrugged at that before disappearing to the bathroom for a quick shower and to change out of his sweaty clothes.

You spent most of the time chatting with Martha and Jonathan before Clark walked out into the living room in just a white shirt and jeans, his glasses sitting perfectly on his face to keep his secret identity while in town.

“Shall we, honey?”

You nodded, making your way out of the door before turning back to the older Kents. “We’ll be out for a bit and might even be a little longer if it rains, so don’t worry about us.”

Martha and Jonathan nodded before seeing the both of you off at the front door. Clark waved at them before opening the passenger door for you like the gentleman that he was before getting to the other side so he could start the drive.

The both of you drove off in a jeep that Clark rented for the trip back to Smallville from Metropolis, the inside of the car spacious for all the stuff you brought over the week long stay.

“How far’s the market again?” You asked Clark, your eyes paying attention to the sky darkening as Clark drove.

Clark glanced at you. “About a half hour or so, hopefully the rain won’t be too bad.”

You nodded, a small smile on your face as the plan in your head began to unravel perfectly.

~~~~~

Just as you predicted, the rain started to pour halfway through the ride.

“Baby, let’s just park on the side so we don’t get into any accidents.” You told Clark, the other man glancing at you in confusion before doing so.

Clark parked the jeep a little off the road, just far enough so no other vehicles would accidentally cause a collision due to the heavy downpour.

Clark hummed, looking out the window. “We can barely see the road. Well, technically I can but better to be safe than sorry.”

“Cigam edih su morf gnirednaw seye.” You murmured under your breath, making Clark turn to you in confusion at you randomly conjuring up a spell.

Clark gave you a small smile, his hand squeezing your thigh in reassurance. “You don’t have to protect us with magic hun, I’m sure the rain will subside soon and then we can make our way to the market and back to the farm in no time.”

“Actually, I’m betting on the rain lasting a little while longer so we could have some privacy of our own.” You replied, getting an alarmed look from Clark as he glanced outside in case there were any other vehicles passing by.

Clark laughed nervously. “I thought you said no sex while we’re here.”

“I said no sex under your parents’ roof,” You corrected him as you began unbuttoning your shirt, Clark’s eyes immediately entranced by the exposed skin of your chest. “Right now? We’re free to do whatever we want.”

Clark opened and closed his mouth, still processing what was happening in front of him as you continued to strip. “What if people drive by and see us.”

You paused, your hands on the button of your pants as you gave Clark an amused smile. “Baby, I put a cloaking spell on the jeep. No one’s going to see us, all they’re gonna see is a giant tree log on the side of the road.”

“Oh.” Clark replied, his face turning red at realising the truth before he cleared his throat as he left his glasses on the dashboard and took his shirt off when you raised your eyebrows at him to join you.

“We should probably do this in the back, more leg room for the both of us.” Clark murmured, his eyes already glazed over with lust as he watched you crawl into the backseat.

You smiled as Clark crawled in behind you, the man hovering over you with a hungry look on his face. “What do you want to do?”

“I want to kiss you, I want to mark you, I want to open you up and then I want to make love to you. Is that okay hun?” Clark asked, leaning his body down so both your chests were touching.

You let out a happy sigh, feeling Clark’s weight comfortably on top of you before you nodded and grabbed Clark’s face to pull him into a kiss.

Clark let out a deep groan as deepened the kiss, claiming your lips with his before slipping his tongue to tangle it with yours.

You threw your arms over Clark’s shoulders, your fingers playing with the curls on the back of his head as he began rutting his massive bulge against yours.

Clark broke the kiss, only to redirect his mouth to your exposed shoulder and neck. You whimpered as he nibbled on the skin before licking the spot with his tongue to soothe the pain.

“You taste so good.” Clark said to you before sinking his dull teeth into your neck, making you cry out as he began to suck a hickey that was big enough for everyone to see.

Clark’s breath hot and damp with his tongue lapping up the mark on your neck before he descends so he was at face level with your chest.

Clark’s hands were now on your waist, holding you down. You squirmed in his grip as Clark’s mouth sucked on one of your nipples, the man letting out groan when you whimpered in response.

Clark released your nipple from his mouth with an audible pop, looking up at your blissed out expression with a feral grin on his own face. “You love that, hun?”

“God, yes.” You moaned out, shivering slightly when Clark blew against the nipple that he practically chewed on.

Clark’s hands then slipped into the waistband of your pants, pulling them down your legs as you lifted your hips to help him take them off.

“Take yours off too.” You whispered before moving to the side to make room for Clark so he could get his jeans off along with his boxers, leaving him completely nude.

You licked your lips at the erotic sight, moving to touch yourself when Clark intercepted your movement by grabbing your hand and tutting disapprovingly at you.

“I’m not done yet, honey.” Clark told you before readjusting so he was lying back on the seats, his legs hanging slightly over at the front.

You blinked in surprise when Clark tapped his chin with an expectant look on his face, it made you blush.

“Come on hun, take a seat.” Clark told you, patiently waiting for you to move.

You carefully adjusted yourself, kneeling right over Clark’s face before lowering yourself down and whimpering when Clark’s tongue immediately licked up into your hole.

The slick sounds of Clark’s tongue eating you out accompanied by your own whimpers turned you on, your cock now rock hard.

You glanced behind you and smiled seeing Clark’s incredible member bouncing along as you started to ride his face.

You let out a cry when Clark’s hands grabbed your hips and pulled you down until you were fully seated on his face, the feeling of his warm tongue filling you up as it wriggled inside you.

Clark lets out a deep moan, the vibration from his voice reverberated inside you causing you to gasp as your body shuddered in delight.

“Clark, that’s enough.” You panted out before dislodging yourself from Clark’s face, his face covered in slick and sweat as he sat up to catch his breath.

Clark grinned, as he got off the floor to sit in the middle of the seats. “That was amazing.”

“Now sit back and relax, baby.” You pushed against his chest before leaning down so the top half of your body was draped over his lap.

Clark’s hand traveling down your back as he let out a sigh when you took his cock into your mouth and began bobbing your head on his impressive length.

Clark’s breath hitched when you took him deeper into your throat, trying his best to not raise his hips up so he didn’t accidentally choke you.

You moaned around his cock when Clark’s finger tapped on your hole, circling the rim before dipping his finger in.

You bobbed your head in the same rhythm as Clark’s fingering, letting out a muffled whimper with your mouth full when Clark added another finger into you.

“You did so good, honey.” Clark told you when he pulled your mouth off his cock before he sweetly kissed you on the lips. “Get on my lap.”

You nodded before getting up and straddling Clark’s hips, letting Clark manhandle you so he could line his cock up with your hole.

You let out a satisfied chuckle when you sank down on Clark’s cock, the familiar feeling of him stretching you out was comforting after not having sex for almost a week.

Clark must’ve agreed with you with how his arms immediately wrapped themselves around your middle before he burrowed his face into your neck as he thrusted his hips up into you while your arms were cradling the back of his head and his broad shoulders.

You slowly gyrated your hips on Clark’s lap, carefully riding the man and enjoying your time together since the both of you were on a time limit.

“Oh…yeah…” Clark moaned out, his eyes rolling to back of his head at the sensually delicious pace you were going at as you continued to ride him.

You let out a sigh, leaning back with your arms over the headrests of the front seat in act of display for Clark as his eyes hungrily rake over your body while his hands gripped your waist.

You smirked, looking at the ravenous expression on Clark’s face. “Let loose.”

That was enough for Clark to thrust up into you with renewed vigour, his hands controlling your body’s movements by your waist by moving you up and down on his cock.

You loved when Clark gets like this, his usual responsible and demeanour changing into one of lust and desperation.

You loved that only you were able to make Clark this way, the other man’s face contorting to one of pure animalistic bliss.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed after a particular thrust that hit your prostate. “Clark, I love you.”

Those three simple words were more powerful and magical than any other spell you’ve ever used when it sent Clark into a frenzy state as he immediately gathered your body into his arms and sunk his teeth into your shoulder while thrusting into you.

You felt a familiar heat tug in your gut and you couldn’t even stop it before you cried out as you came in between your and Clark’s sweaty bodies.

Clark let out a deep guttural groan, spilling his seed into you when your hole squeezed his cock so tightly after your own ejaculation.

Clark cried out, feeling you milk him with every squeeze of your hole. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, panting heavily. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I know baby, it’s okay. You did well, you can rest now.” You smiled rubbing the back of Clark’s head soothingly as you cooed at him, helping him calm down after such an intense high.

You glanced outside the back window and huffed out a laugh. “Looks like we fucked till the rain clouds left the skies.”

“Honey, don’t swear.” Clark grumbled against your neck, hugging your body closer to his.

You sighed, remembering that your boyfriend was never beating the boy scout allegations. You kissed the side of his head apologetically. “Okay, baby.”

~~~~~

“Teg aremac ydaer.”

You and Clark were back in the front seats of the jeep, all cleaned up and clothes were practically brand new due to your magic.

Clark chuckled, looking down at his body as he adjusted his glasses. “Do I want to know why you have a spell to clean us up after we made love?”

“You know you can say sex, baby.” You teased Clark, poking the dimple on his cheek when you saw him blush.

Clark puffed out his cheeks, feeling slightly embarrassed. “Well, I’d like to think it’s more than sex for us.”

“That’s cute, I love you too Clark.” You replied, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek when Clark turned at the last second so your lips collided with his lips instead.

Clark gives you a cheeky grin before starting the jeep and reversing back on the road before sighing. “Ma’s gonna kill me when she realises that we took way too long.”

“I’ll protect you, Superman.” You told Clark, picking his hand that wasn’t on the wheel and kissed the back of it.

Clark gave you a look of adoration. “My hero, I love you.”

“I love you more.” You challenged Clark, cocking an eyebrow at him.

Clark shook his head with a grin. “Not possible.”

*****

Author’s note:

Fun fact, there was a completely different draft of this same synopsis but I hated it so much that I deleted it and then started afresh 5 months after!

Anyways, I just realised I’ve been writing a lot of smut for Clark. Should I stop? NAH, where’s the fun in that?

You looked up from your desk to see your sister, Sharon, walk up to you with a smile on her face that you returned.

You sighed, putting aside your task of looking through a list of books for the library, turning your full attention to Sharon. “Hello older sister who bullies me.”

“You gonna tattle to mom?” Sharon challenged you, making you chuckle.

You hummed. “Maybe dad.”

Sharon playfully gasped before settling in front of you desk with a smirk on her face. “So are you going to the faculty outing tonight?”

“I’m still deciding, I mean a karaoke bar sounds like fun but you know I don’t drink or sing.” You chuckled.

Sharon laughed. “That’s true but it doesn’t hurt to go out and have some fun. Come on, I’ll be there too and a little birdy told me, Steve might come along too if you’re there.”

“Mr Rogers? What does that have to do with me?” You asked Sharon in confusion, getting a surprised look in return.

Sharon squinted at you suspiciously. “Because he has a fat massive crush on you?”

“That’s just simply untrue.” You shook your head at Sharon, scoffing at her claims.

Sharon rolled her eyes. “Oh my god, my brother’s an oblivious idiot.”

“Okay, rude.” You pouted at her. “I think I would know if someone was showing interest in me.”

Sharon scoffed. “Obviously not, the man literally comes in here everyday to see you.”

“He comes in here to borrow books for his class,” You retorted. “I hardly count that as liking someone when you’re doing your job.”

“He’s an art teacher. What books does he need to show his students?” Sharon questioned you, making you roll your eyes at her.

You sighed. “Mr Rogers borrows books on the fundamentals of sketching and drawing, these books help his students out a lot. Sometimes he’ll ask me about certain books that we don’t have readily available so I’d pre-order some for future use.”

“And you don’t feel anything down there when he’s being a complete sweetheart for his students? I mean he’s also built like a greek god under all those layers.” Sharon persisted, making you shake your head at how wild your sister was being especially in such a public space.

You let out a calming breath, relaxing your shoulders. “I really don’t want to know how you know all that about Mr Rogers but we’re in a school so let’s pipe down a little before others hear you.”

“Ugh, you’re such a boring geek. I can’t believe we’re related.” Sharon whined at you.

You fixed her with a look of disdain, your voice flat as you responded to her. “You teach Math, you’re a much bigger geek than I am.”

Sharon scoffed before standing still when she turned her head towards the entrance of the school’s library, a slow smile forming on her face as she turned back to you with bright eyes. “Okay, you’re gonna go out tonight to that karaoke bar with me and I’m gonna dress you in the skimpiest outfit I can find in your closet.”

“Sharon!” You whispered her name angrily, your sister just ignoring you as she walked away. You huffed unhappily as you sat back in your seat, your hands covering your eyes for a second before flinching when someone cleared their throat in front of you.

“Oh, Mr Rogers.” You heaved a sigh of relief as you straightened yourself out before leaning forward on your desk with a smile aimed at Steve, who had a sheepish smile on his face.

Steve’s eyes glanced at the door for a second before going back to you. “Hey, you doing alright? You seemed a little stressed out.”

“Oh don’t mind me,” You chuckled. “I just dealt with a harpy, I call my dear sister.”

“Sounded like a tough battle.” Steve replied, raising his eyebrows with a small smile on his face.

You shrugged with a grin. “All in a day’s work as a librarian. So, how can I help you today? Any books that you’re interested in checking?”

Steve scratched the back of his neck, suddenly looking smaller even though he was practically a giant, almost trying to hide himself under the multiple layers of clothing he had on.

You wonder if it’s an artist thing.

You tilt your head in silent question, patiently waiting for Steve to say something.

Steve cleared his throat. “So there’s the faculty party tonight at the karaoke bar, I was wondering if you were going.”

“Oh,” You replied dumbly, not expecting Steve to mention anything about the faculty party. “I wasn’t sure but my sister insisted so I practically don’t have a choice. How about you?”

Something shifted in Steve, his timid energy suddenly replaced with excitement, his eyes practically lighting up. “That’s great, I’m going too! Do you two need a ride? I can pick you up.”

“That sounds great actually, do you wanna exchange numbers? I’ll send you my address later.” You replied, seeing Steve nod happily as he immediately went to get his phone out of his jeans.

You watched as Steve struggled to take his phone out, muttering something about tight jeans before successfully pulling his phone out with a winning grin.

You pursed your lips , trying to hold in your laughter at how goofy Steve was being.

Steve hands his phone to you, still smiling and you quickly put your number in before handing his phone back to him.

Your fingers brushed against his and you felt the familiar spark between the both of you that you were going to ignore, it had happened way too many times especially when you pass him the books he asked for.

You wonder if you’ve been dragging your feet too much on the carpet.

“You know, you could’ve just put your number down in my phone and I could’ve just texted you.” You informed Steve, watching as the man’s eyes widened before the sheepish smile on his face returned.

Steve cleared his throat. “That would’ve been less embarrassing than whatever I just did.”

“Probably, I guess I’ll see you at my apartment tonight?” You asked Steve, getting a nod in reply.

Steve waved his phone at you, slowly backing away. “I’ll text you so you’ll know it’s me.”

You waved goodbye to Steve as you turned your attention back to the work on your desk before feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket.

You smiled reading Steve’s message, which was just him saying hello with a smiley face next to it. You quickly saved his number into your contacts, replying with your own hello before refocusing on your main task.

You weren’t really sure why but you suddenly felt excited for the night.

~~~~~

“Could you please put your phone down and focus? You need to look hot tonight.”

You sheepishly put your phone away on your bed, turning your attention fully to Sharon. Your sister holding out another one of your button downs with a disgruntled look on her face.

“Who are you texting in the middle of this?” Sharon asked you as she put the shirt aside to look for more.

You sat up straight on your bed, trying your best to ignore your phone when it vibrated next to you. “Oh nobody, it was just Steve.”

“Did something happen? I can call a cab if he can’t get us.” Sharon replied, looking curiously at a shirt that you didn’t even realise you had.

You shook your head. “Nope, Steve’s still fetching us. He was just texting about something that happened in class.”

That made Sharon pause, turning her head toward you with interest. “Hold on, the both of you are now doing casual texts right after exchanging numbers?”

“I mean it’s not that big of a deal plus Steve’s funny, he also sent me a video about an art exhibition and asked if I was interested in going.” You shrugged, eyeing the shirt in Sharon’s hand.

It was a blue long sleeved henley that you bought once out of curiosity but never really bothered to wear since you were comfortable in your every day button downs and wooly sweaters.

Sharon passed the shirt to you along with a pair of jeans. “Here, this is the only thing from your closet that’s sexy. Pair it up with these jeans since they make your ass look big.”

“I’m gonna ignore that last sentence but thanks, I’ll change now. Steve said he’ll be here in an hour.” You told Sharon, getting a nod in response.

Sharon sighed. “Well it’s time for me to change and look hot enough to get us free drinks from the bar with these bad boys.”

You rolled your eyes when your sister pointed at her chest, laughing along with her before she disappeared into her own room in your shared apartment.

You looked at your outfit with newfound interest, time to be different for one night.

~~~~~

“Earth to Steve?”

Steve blinked in surprise, turning his head to Sharon who was looking at him with an evil smile on her face.

You, Steve and Sharon had arrived at the bar together. Steve had made himself a bumbling fool earlier once he saw you walk out in your outfit, not expecting to see more skin since you always wore button downs and sweaters.

Steve even blushed when you complimented him on his outfit, he was wearing a black denim jacket over a white fitting henley with blue jeans.

Steve even opened the door for you to get into his car before stumbling to the back to open it for Sharon so it didn’t look like he was doing it just for you.

Now, he was at the bar trying to get drinks with Sharon while you were at a table waiting.

Steve cleared his throat. “Sorry, Sharon. Guess my mind’s a bit preoccupied.”

“Preoccupied because my dress looks nice or because you’ve been thinking about my brother’s ass in those jeans?” Sharon asked, making Steve cough in surprise by her bluntness.

Steve shook his head, feeling his face heat up. “I wasn’t thinking about his ass.”

“Sure,” Sharon rolled her eyes at him before turning to the bartender. “A water and one gin and tonic, please. How about you Steve?”

“Just a water for me too, thank you.” Steve smiled to the bartender, opting to not drink since he was driving.

Sharon glanced to the table where you were sitting at, you were innocently looking through your phone while another teacher from the faculty stepped up to the mic stand to sing a song.

“You should really be thanking me Steve,” Sharon said getting a confused look from the other man. “I got my little brother in those clothes just for you to ogle, can you actually believe he argued with me about wanting to wear one of his cardigans.”

“I think he looks nice in his sweaters and cardigans.” Steve defended you, getting an amused chuckle out of Sharon.

Sharon smiled. “Of course you would. Are you gonna a make move on him tonight? I think some of the other teachers are making eyes at him.”

Steve raised his eyebrows, looking back around the room and realised that Sharon was right. Some of his fellow colleagues were not so subtly looking at you while you were oblivious to your phone, it made his stomach churn.

“God, I don’t know Sharon. I’m not even sure he feels the same way about me.” Steve worried his bottom lip.

Sharon gave him a sympathetic smile. “My brother can be a little oblivious but you should know that while I was trying to find him an outfit to wear tonight, he was distracted on his phone because you were texting him all day.”

“That doesn’t really mean anything.” Steve said with a nervous laugh.

Sharon shrugged. “I know my brother. He’s not one to start anything without seeing some sort interest from the other party, so I suggest you start making yourself obvious tonight because a text about going to an art exhibition isn’t enough.”

Steve nodded, swallowing down his self-doubts before making his way back to the table with Sharon.

Sharon nudged Steve to slip into the booth’s seat next to you, claiming that she deserved her own space.

Steve gave her an annoyed glance but she ignored him, turning her attention towards you instead.

“So why are you burying your face into your phone instead of enjoying drunk people singing?” Sharon drawled out, passing the cup of water to you.

You nodded your thanks before showing her your phone. “I was just checking out the art exhibition that Steve mentioned, looks really good.”

Steve blinked in surprise when you turned to him with a small smile, your eyes dropping to the water in his hand.

“You’re not drinking?” You tilted your head in confusion.

Steve shrugged. “I don’t really drink plus I’m the one driving tonight.”

“Oh, ditto except the driving. I can’t drive for shit.” You pouted and Steve resisted the urge to poke your cheek at how cute you were being.

Sharon giggled. “Our dad tried to teach him, we lost our mailbox. Dad then announced that he won’t be continuing since he feared for his life the entire time.”

“Sharon!” You whined, your cheeks tinting with red at being called out.

Steve smiled. “I can teach you one day, we’ll park somewhere at an empty parking lot so you won’t have to worry.”

“You will?” You looked at Steve, your eyes rounding and your lips pouting.

Steve unconsciously leaned forward. “Of course, anything for you.”

“Your funeral.” Sharon commented, breaking the moment with another evil smile on her face before whipping her head when her name was called upfront to sing a song.

“Sorry,” You said, making Steve turn to you. “She definitely can’t handle her liquor but I guess that’s what makes her the life of the party.”

Sharon then started singing a very badly rendition of Landslide, Steve grimacing before turning to you to see a similar expression on your face.

“You weren’t kidding about the harpy.” Steve joked, making you laugh before you tapped your phone again to show him the art exhibition’s website.

You grinned. “So, what’s the plan? Seems like we’d need to book the tickets soon or else they’ll get sold out.”

“I was thinking we could make it a trip,” Steve replied, seeing your head tilt in interest. “It’s a few cities over but we could probably make-do with my car and book a hotel room to stay for the night after the exhibition.”

You hummed, turning your head to the stage to watch Sharon start another song. “I guess it wouldn’t be that bad but Sharon would probably want her own room.”

“Oh,” Steve felt his heart drop to his stomach. “I was thinking maybe it was just going to be the two of us. I mean if you want your sister to tag along then I’m not gonna fight you on that.”

Steve watched as something changed in your face, your eyes dropped once to his lips before meeting his gaze straight on.

It made Steve gulp at finally getting your full attention on him.

“You know Steve, my sister said something funny earlier in the day and I didn’t believe her. Right now though, you’re swaying my thoughts on that matter.” You told him, mindlessly reaching out to tug on the sleeve of Steve’s jacket.

Steve felt nervous. “I did?”

You smiled, opening your mouth to say something before getting interrupted by Sharon when she suddenly shouted for Steve to come up on stage.

Steve turned his head in surprise, his eyes widening before waving his arms to say no but Sharon kept calling out his name, which created a tiny chant from his inebriated colleagues as well.

Steve looked back at you to see a small smirk on your face before you tilted your head towards the direction of the stage, cocking an eyebrow at him.

A silent challenge.

Steve chuckled before he stood up and walked up to the stage, walking past all of his colleagues that were cheering him on.

“What will it be?” The man at the booth asked Steve, making him think for a bit before he remembered Sharon’s words to make his feelings obvious to you.

Steve grinned before whispering to the man, getting a nod of approval before he stood at the front of the stage.

Steve’s eyes find yours as the backing track of Bill Withers’ “Just The Two Of Us” starts playing and Steve starts singing.

Steve’s grin grew bigger when he saw your eyes widened in surprise by the song choice. Sharon was next to you, slapping your arm and pointing at Steve on the stage.

Steve’s nervousness went completely out of the window once he saw your smile softened, your eyes almost staring adoringly at him. It made his stomach do somersaults.

When the song ended, Steve hurried back to the table but was confused to find you missing. Sharon pointed to the back of the bar and his eyebrows shot up seeing you standing next to a photo booth that he didn’t notice the first time he went in.

You waved at him, nodding your head towards the photo booth. Steve licked his lips in anticipation before walked up to you.

“Hi.” Steve greeted you, a little breathless after singing.

You smiled, pushing the curtain of photo booth open. “Hi, I liked the song. Do you wanna commemorate your performance by taking a few pictures with me?”

“Absolutely.” Steve agreed, stepping in first to sit on the questionably sized seat in the photo booth.

You smirked seeing him settle on the seat. “Looks like it’s a tight spot, you mind if I sat on your lap?”

“Oh!” Steve exclaimed, feeling his face heat up before nodding. “I don’t mind.”

You carefully placed yourself on Steve’s lap, putting an arm over his broad shoulders and leaned forward to tap on the screen to look at options.

Steve watched the side of your face the entire time, almost wanting to pinch himself at having you so close to him. You smelled even better up close and he resisted the urge to bury his face in your neck.

You readjusted on his lap once you were satisfied with the option that you found. Steve gulped, hoping he doesn’t embarrass himself with how much you were moving.

Steve thought this was going to be a little cute moment but now he was fighting for his life to not sport a semi while you were sitting on his lap.

You and Steve posed with big smiles as the first flash goes off before you turned to Steve with a smirk on your face.

Steve cocked an eyebrow at you. “Something wrong?”

The second flash goes off in the background, Steve sees your head tilt in curiosity before his eyes widened when your fingers slowly caress his beard.

Steve realises he wants you to do that to him for the rest of your lives.

“So you like me?” You asked, biting down on your lip as Steve’s eyes dropped down to your plump lips from the biting.

Steve huffed out a laugh, his hand squeezing your thigh. “I mean I wasn’t really being subtle about it by visiting you almost everyday at the library but yes, I really do.”

The third flash goes off, Steve sees your smile widened before you leaned your face closer to his.

“Kiss me?” You sweetly asked him.

Steve felt his breath hitch before he nodded nervously, gulping down his self-doubts for the last time before connecting his lips with yours.

The fourth and final flash goes off in the booth and Steve couldn’t help but think that this was the perfect first kiss he’s ever had and he just can’t believe it was with you.

~~~~~

“You sure you don’t want me to take over the wheel for a bit?”

Steve felt a shiver run down his spine as he turned to you with what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “No baby, I’m good I swear.”

Steve reached a hand out to brush his thumb over your cheek when you pouted and crossed your arms, turning away from him slightly.

You and Steve finally managed to snag the tickets to the art exhibition and were currently in Steve’s car on the way to the destination.

As much as Steve was happy that you cared a lot about him to want to drive, he was still unsure if you could handle it after a couple of lessons on the weekends.

Steve adored you a ton, he just didn’t think your driving skills were up to par for a long distance trip.

“Hey, don’t pout. You know I can’t resist kissing you when you do that and I’m driving so I want to focus on the road for our safety.” Steve tried consoling you.

You turned your head towards the window and let out a huff. “Then don’t look at me.”

“Baby,” Steve tried again, blindly grabbing your hand before pulling it up to his mouth for a kiss. “I know you’re getting better at driving but this is a very long drive and you haven’t gotten your license yet. We could get into some legal trouble and miss the exhibition entirely.”

Steve felt you tighten your hold on his hand, resting your joined hands on your lap while you turned your head to glance at him before rolling your eyes.

Steve smirked, he knew that he had won.

“Fine,” You dragged the word out before chuckling. “You’re always so persuasive.”

“I can show you how much more persuasive I can get once we’re alone in our hotel room.” Steve teased you, making you let go of his hand to slap him on the shoulder.

Steve moved his hand to your thigh.

You shook your head fondly at him. “You are ravenous, Rogers.”

“Should’ve thought of that before you let me kiss you in that photo booth. Now I can’t help but want more of you.” Steve said, his hand squeezing your thigh before laughing when you slapped it away.

Steve hummed happily when you reached out to caress his beard instead. “Be good, Rogers. I’ll let you play with me however you want once we reach our hotel.”

“Tease.” Steve pouted at you, glancing at you once before focusing on the road again.

You took Steve’s hand into yours, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles as you laughed. “You love it.”

“Maybe, I do.” Steve felt his mouth twitch.

The both of you happily talked the rest of the ride over, whether it was about your jobs at school and the children or just what crazy text Sharon decided to send you for going off on a couple’s retreat while she stayed home.

Steve wouldn’t have it any other way, excited to explore his life with you now by his side.

*****

Author’s note:

Trying a new AU with Steve, I think this would be a fun series to explore and expand if time permits me

Paul let out a heavy sigh, as he rubbed a hand down his face. “It WiLl bE goOd foR yOu.” Paul mocked as he remembered what Sam told him when he and Emily made the arrangement. Paul looked at the massage parlour where Emily had arranged a session for him. Everyone did know that Paul had anger issues, however two months ago it started getting worse. Paul would snap at anyone that slightly irritated him mostly his wolf pack and some occasions Sam but never Emily since that was a death wish.

Sam was getting fed up with it. Once a week minor fights turned into brawls not everyday but every hour. Almost no one wanted to do patrol with him and there was no coordination with Paul. Sam confessed his concerns with the wolf pack regarding Paul to Emily and she suggested a massage for him, Sam saw no better option so she arranged it. When it was announced to Paul he wanted nothing to do with it till Sam literally forced Paul to go, being Alpha had its perks.

Back to the present, Paul stomped his way into the parlour already wearing an irritated expression. He stopped by the front desk, as the lady looked up at him. “Can I help you?” She asked raising a brow at his irritation. Paul rolled his eyes. “I’m here for a session.” “Name?” “Paul Lahote.” The lady glanced at her computer before looking at him again. “Your right on time.” She pointed down a hall. “Door 7.” She said as she returned to her computer. Paul went down the hall without thanking her, on purpose.

Paul came to the door and opened it, he went through the door and closed it behind him as he surveyed his surroundings. This looked expensive to Paul. The massage bed was placed in the middle of the room, to the right of the bed was a rectangular pool surrounded by pebbles and candles. The wall that the pool was closest to, had water falling at a gentle soothing pace. There was a mirror facing one of the heads of the massage bed, with a sink under it and plants were everywhere.

There were windows but the noticeable one was the ceiling one revealing nature. And a wooden closet with sliding doors with towels, and massage liquids etc on the shelves. After Paul noticed the closet he noticed the person going through it, you. “Oh, welcome!” You said clasping your hands. “I’m Y/N, by the way your looking around, is this your first time?” “Yeah.” Paul said in his attitude.

Paul was about to make a snarky comment towards you but froze as he made eye contact with you. Paul immediately forgot about his surroundings, hell it felt like even the ground or gravity didn’t even exist anymore. You’re his imprint. Paul’s eyes widened as he let out a gasp, realising and taking in your gorgeous features. Paul was staring at you mouth open, as you had no idea what was going through Paul’s mind, you giggled at his expression. “I’ve been told, that I’m beautiful and sexy before, but your face really takes the cake.” You stated with a smirk.

Paul only realised what he was doing now and his cheeks flared up in embarrassment. Embarrassment only seeped in further when he realised how much the pack members would tease him for how he looked just now. Paul tried to speak but stammered. Thank fuck the pack isn’t here. “S-sorry uhhhhhhh-.” “It’s alright.” you said with a chuckle, which Paul now cherished. Paul couldn’t believe him hearing himself, he’s heard of wolves getting nervous in front of their imprint but his was just on another level.

“Alright, you quickly undress while I set up the oils and adjust the bed.” Paul blinked twice, realising he had to take his clothes of now in front of his imprint. “U-uhh all of it- the clothes!?” Paul sputtered out. “Usually all customers take all their clothes off, but you can keep on whatever makes you comfortable.” You spoke with a warm smile. Paul gulped before removing his clothes. While he did, you prepared the massage bed, occasionally casting a side glance at Paul.

Paul smirked as an idea popped into his mind, each part of his body that he revealed he flexed a little and it worked. He caught your eyes lingering longer at his body and subtly biting your lip, that was definitely an ego boost for Paul. You then tossed Paul a towel and quickly got some oils from the closet. “Alright you can lay down on the bed if your ready.” Paul nodded and laid down on the massage bed. Paul swear that his heart had never beaten this fast before, he was genuinely nervous.

“Right, let’s start at the back.” Your hands moved down on to Paul’s back and Paul had to stop himself from moaning loud. Paul has been touched by other people but that was nothing compared to this. Each movement from your hands to his skin was like a spark of pleasure that the imprint bond only amplified. Even the faintest of touches made Paul want to groan. “Wow there’s a lot of tension, lemme just-.” Paul couldn’t stop himself in time.

“Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh!”

The loud moan from Paul echoed around the room. Your hands ceased as Paul’s face began to redden at the realisation of what just happened. He froze completely not daring to say a word before sputtering out words in the silent room. “Y/N-I-UHH!” You began chuckling. “So you liked it that much eh?” Paul face reddened further. “Sorry about-.” “Don’t worry misterrrrrr-.” “Call me Paul.” “Don’t worry about it Paul I prefer that you continue making these noises let’s me know I’m doing a good job.” Paul quietly groaned at the seductive tone in your voice.

Throughout the massage Paul let out groans, gasps and moans, each one had you biting your lip, taking everything not to go further with him. When you were done with his calves, you reached out for a different massage oil. “Alright, Paul you can lay on your back now.” Paul’s eyes widened, as much as he would love for you to continue touching him on the front of his body, something noticeable will be poking at you from his waist towel. Paul breathed in and out, trying to calm his dick down before laying on his back.

You continued, starting with his pecs, his moans and groans continued as you pressed, grazed and lathered his torso. His moans had you biting your lip taking literally everything for you not to go further with him. As your right slid down to his abs, you noticed something, the towel covering his hip to high thigh level, something was poking out. You bit your lip again. You let your left hand continue your movements as your right hand lifted the edge of the towel up. You craned your head a bit down, to look under the towel.

It was hard and big.

You glanced at Paul, his face contorted in pleasure. An idea hit you, one you liked the sound of. I mean he’s so caught up in pleasure it wouldn’t hurt to go a little beyond with him and you only live once. You thought. You carefully lifted the towel off, licked your lips and craned your head down before putting his cock in your mouth.

Paul eyes shot open as the most pleasurable sensation exploded through his body. He let out a mixture of a moan and gasp. His eyes focused to what was happening to see the most sexiest thing in his life. You, his imprint bobbing up and down on his cock. Paul let his head fall back with a breathy “fuck.” You then held on to Paul’s thighs and began taking in more of his cock before taking it entirely as his tip hit the back of your throat. “Oh fuck!” Paul yelled out, his hands gripped the edge of the massage bed as his teeth clamped his lips. You let his cock fall out of your mouth with a pop, looking at Paul, whilst stroking his fuckstick.

“Damn, you really seem to have a lot of tension in your body Paul. Mind if I continue?” You asked seductively. Paul opened his eyes to make eye contact with you. “N-no, please fu-fuckin continue.” You laughed noticing the pleasure had Paul trembling. “Hmmmm.” You put his cock in your mouth again getting back to the original pace. Paul hissed as he craned his head forward to look at you more clearly. Your mouth was magical, he hadn’t felt anything like it.

Placing a hand on your head, a devious grin appeared on Paul’s face, before his hand forced you down his cock. You let out a surprised hum before gagging, Paul’s eyes rolling at the pleasure. Paul chuckled slightly as he continued to force your mouth down with his hand. You then stilled where only his tip was in your mouth. You indicated to Paul with a hum. Paul grinned again as he grabbed your head with both hands and started thrusting his hips relentlessly. “Ohohhoo fuck!” Paul exclaimed.

You again let Paul’s cock out with a pop. But before you could continue, Paul’s hand pulled your head towards his, putting his lips on yours. Your tongues entangled around each other, as Paul tugged at your shirt, you then took it off. Paul took about two seconds to admire your torso, his teeth bit his lip eagerly. You connected your lips with Paul, a moan coming from the the both of you.

Your tongues danced and entangled around each other. Paul had never done this before with a guy but in the heat of the moment he couldn’t give a fuck. His big hands gripped your ass and squeezed. You moaned into his mouth as Paul let out a chuckle. He then pulled your pants down along with your underwear. Paul’s hand slid up and down your shaft as you groaned, your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Paul took this as a chance to bite down on your neck as you gasped. He then sucked at your skin making you moan loudly, Paul then lathered his tongue over your hickey.

Paul then grabbed your hips and spinned you around quickly and spread your ass open revealing your aching hole. He slithered his tongue in as you let out a gasp at the feeling of something warm enter through your entrance. Paul continued, ravishingly manoeuvring his tongue, you tasted so fucking good and your moans only encouraged him. Paul then suddenly had an idea, an idea he always wanted to try. Gripping your hips, he placed your thighs on his right shoulder. You were upside down, Paul’s cock touching your cheek, and you took it into your mouth. He then carefully placed your left leg on his other shoulder and began again at your entrance

You felt Paul’s hot tongue dancing in and out of your entrance you bit your lip. Before your putting your head down to start sucking again. Paul would help every time you needed to lift your head up. You popped his cock out of your mouth. “Are we going to take this to the next step Mr. Lahote?” Paul snapped out of his pleasure responding with a maniacal grin. “Fuck yeah.” Paul set you down on the massage table once again. You looked back at him, smirking and wiggling your ass. What came next was what you wanted and what Paul was craving, his hand came down and smacked your ass. The pain becoming euphoria as you moaned out. Paul chuckled before repeating the motion, groping and rubbing your ass after each smack. After a while he placed both hands on each ass cheek and leaned in, and spread your ass open. Paul saved the image of your hole. Oh it’s practically begging for me. Paul thought.

Paul then gripped his cock, stroking it a little whilst gazing at the sight of your desperate hole. He then lightly slapped your hole with his cock and began grinding against, causing a needy whine from you and Paul chuckling at your reaction. “Ready?” Paul questions in a teasing tone. You cocked your head to the door of the massage room. “I was the moment you walked through that door.” Paul grinned, gripped his fuckstick, and entered you. The moment Paul’s tip entered, the nerve system in your body and Paul’s exploded with pleasure which only increased as you took more inches of Paul’s cock . “Fuck.” Paul cursed out, whilst you were moaning. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as each inch of Paul’s cock slid into you slowly.

You turned your head back to make eye contact with Paul, a playful mischievous glint in your eyes that made Paul gulp. “I want it harder.” You then slammed your body back, filling your hole with the rest of Paul’s fuckstick, Paul gasped and gripped your hips. “…And faster.” You smirked. Paul growled, smacked your ass again, and began thrusting into you at a accelerated pace. Your whole body, mind, and might as well fucking soul, was filled you with pleasure your mind going completely blank. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as Paul’s cock re-welcomed itself into your hole again and again.

Like you, Paul was lost in pleasure. Each slam and thrust brought pleasure through his nerves and passion to his veins. The imprint bond felt like it amplified everything. Paul’s hips literally couldn’t stop, even if he wanted it to, and why would he? Your moans only furthered him into a frenzy. Paul’s left hand held your hip tightly whilst his other hand, snaked to your neck. You then felt Paul’s fingers curl around your neck, before his hand grasped your throat and tilted your head upwards. You let out moans of ecstasy at the action. Paul then tilted your head back towards him a little and leaned forward and found his lips on yours, tongues dancing in the dirty kiss.

Paul then forcefully pulled himself out of you, you whined almost begging him to put it back in. He then flipped you over and slammed back his fuckstick into you in the span of 3 seconds. You gasped as Paul’s lip’s connected with yours again, his tongue slithering with yours. Paul’s hands then firmly gripped your waist as you felt your back no longer touching the massage bed. Paul then lifted you up and slammed your hips on to his cock.

His cock hit it. That special spot.

You gasped loud, sounding surprised. Paul’s face turned wicked as his smirk became dangerous. He then continued slamming your hips down on his cock, it hitting your prostate with pinpoint accuracy. Your moans were muffled by his lips on yours again before he started to kiss the side of your jaw down to your neck. He licked the side of your neck before biting down and sucking on it. Your senses fucking exploded your moans so rapid that it felt like you had no room to breathe. You wanted to catch your breath but you were being selfish, you didn’t want to stop this pleasure not even for a instant.

After Paul gave you again a hickey, multiple one’s actually, that he was proud of, he laid you down again on the massage bed. Paul then pushed your legs forward basically folding you in half, and making his cock go deeper inside you. Your eyes rolled at the sensation and you started to feel something in your lower stomach. You bit your lip and looked Paul straight in the eyes, challenge being prominent in your eyes. Paul’s raised his eyebrows. “Is that all you’ve got, Paul?” You challenged. It took a second for him to respond but he replied with a sharp thrust of his hips. “Oh no, people always say, save the best for last.” Paul replied. Paul then began slamming his cock again faster and deeper thanks to your position. Soon Paul feel that familiar feeling in his pelvis.

Paul gripped your legs and leaned forward to connect your lips again. His ,fucking, pace increased as he growled against your neck. Paul was fighting with his wolf for control the sensations were getting too much and just right at the same time. Your moans turned to keens getting louder and louder, the pleasure reaching a spike, then another spike, pleasure reaching beyond you and Paul have ever felt. The imprint bond was sure to blame for this as Paul lost control of his hips, slamming his cock into you at a unbelievable speed. Paul snarled, the pleasure escalating far greater than he expected. It’s as if your pleasure became one, reaching pleasure and passion never felt before. You locked eyes with Paul, lust and passion in both your eyes, till the pleasure reached its peak… and soared to the heavens, as you both cum.

“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!”

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”

“SHIT!”

“PAUL!”

“Y/N FUCK!”

The orgasm felt like it was the best thing in your life that you were alive to only feel this. Heavy pants followed after the release between you and Paul. He then pulled his cock out of your filled whole, his cum spilling out immediately, he grinned at that. Paul then leaned over towards you and licked your mess off your chest, savouring the taste of you. Paul then connected your lips in a lazy kiss, before gazing at you thoughtfully. You closed your eyes in the post bliss. You made eye contact with Paul. “Well that was… amazing.” “Tell me about it.” Paul chuckled out. “Well I hope as your masseur I got those tense muscles sorted out?” You asked. “You did more than I could ask for… thanks.”

You sat up and glanced at the clock in the room. “You’ve still got thirty minutes of your session left is-WOAH!” You were interrupted as Paul pulled you by the waste and inserted his tongue inside your mouth. “Good I’m not done with you yet.” Paul let out a wicked smirk.

…

“How was your session Paul?” Emily asked placing muffins on the table. Paul thought back to what happened earlier that day grinned. “Pretty good.” Paul stated. Jared raised a eyebrow at him. “It seemed more than ‘pretty good’.” “Yeah, you didn’t even come to the pack house with a pissed off expression, which is the usual.” Said Embry taking a bite out of Emily’s cooking, Paul playfully pushed Embry and chuckled which almost surprised the entire pack. “The truth is, my masseur.” Paul took out a piece of paper, your number written in black ink on it. “… is my imprint.”

…

“Woah, you okay there Y/N? You look a little worn out and you look like you can’t even walk properly.” Lisa the massage parlour receptionist asked you with concern written over her face. “I’m fine Lisa.” You said chuckling. “Just had a special customer.” You looked down at the paper you were holding with hopeful expression as you read Paul’s number for the eighth time already.

…

Of course, Paul had snapped. Not enough to phase out and shift, but his body had trembled, fists clenched, that dangerous glint in his eyes. He’d left before it escalated, progress, really, but (y/n) wasn’t about to let that be the end of it.

And now here he was, dripping in spite and mischief, perched on the arm of a couch at the Cullen house, fingers ghosting up Jasper Hale’s arm as he laughed at something he didn’t even hear.

Paul had just walked in.

And he saw everything.

His jaw clenched so tight it looked painful. His hands curled into fists at his sides, shaking. That heat shimmered off of him, dangerous, primal. His gaze locked on (y/n) with a hunger that had nothing to do with food and everything to do with punishment.

“Get. The fuck. Over here.”

(y/n) met his eyes, defiant, lips curled into a smug, knowing little smirk.

“Make me.”

Jasper had enough sense to stand and back away like a vampire-shaped blur.

Paul didn’t speak again. He crossed the room in three steps, grabbed (y/n) by the wrist, and dragged him out of the Cullen house without a word, ignoring the murmured protests and amused glances from the rest of the vampires.

By the time they reached the tree line, (y/n) was panting with anticipation. He didn’t even resist as Paul shoved him up against a tree, breathing hot and furious against his cheek.

“You think you’re funny?” Paul growled, one hand gripping (y/n)’s throat, not tight, just a warning, a promise. “You think flirting with that bloodsucker’s a good idea?”

“I think,” (y/n) gasped, eyes wide and glittering with a mix of fear and arousal, “you get way too worked up over a little teasing.”

Paul let out a dark, low chuckle. “You’re such a fucking brat.”

He crashed their mouths together in a kiss that was all teeth and fury, biting (y/n)’s lower lip until he whimpered, fingers tightening around his throat just enough to make him dizzy. Paul’s other hand shoved under (y/n)’s shirt, nails scraping over skin, leaving red trails in their wake.

“Been trying to be good. Calm. Stay in control,” Paul snarled against his neck, tongue licking a stripe up the skin before biting down hard enough to bruise. “But you.. You don’t want soft, do you? You want to be fucked like a little slut.”

(y/n) gasped, bucking against him. “Yes..- fuck, yes.”

Paul spun him around so fast his cheek hit the bark, yanking his pants down in one harsh motion. “Then beg.”

“P-Paul..-” he whimpered.

“Louder.”

“Please! Please, I want it..- need you to fuck me. Punish me. I’ll be good, I swear..-”

“You had your chance to be good.”

Paul shoved two fingers into (y/n)’s mouth, curling them down his throat, smirking at the way his brat’s knees buckled. His other hand gripped his waist, nails digging in.

Then he lined himself up and thrust in all at once, no warning, no patience. (y/n) cried out, head tipping back, eyes rolling.

“That Jasper touching you?” Paul snarled as he thrust harder, deep and punishing, every stroke knocking (y/n) further up the tree. “You thinking about him now?”

“N-No! Just you..- just you, fuck..-!”

Paul grabbed a fistful of (y/n)’s hair and yanked his head back, biting into the space where neck met shoulder, teeth sinking in to mark.

“Mine,” he growled. “Say it.”

“Yours! I’m yours..- fuck, Paul..-!”

He didn’t stop. Thrust after thrust, harsh and primal, making (y/n) sob and moan and claw at the tree for support.

His anger, his need, all of it poured into the way he took (y/n). Not just to tame him, but to claim him. To remind him who he belonged to.

(y/n) came first, shaking, crying out his name like a prayer, collapsing against the tree.

Paul followed moments later with a growl, biting down on (y/n)’s shoulder again as he spilled inside him, filling him, staying deep, grinding slowly to wring out every last bit.

When it was over, (y/n) trembled in his arms. Paul didn’t pull out right away. He held him there, still sheathed inside, breathing hard.

His voice dropped, rough and low. “Try that shit again, and I’ll fuck you in front of him.”

(y/n) moaned softly, breathless. “Promise?”

Paul chuckled, biting his ear. “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

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The city felt dead that night, a heavy, airless sort of quiet that usually meant something had already happened. You noticed it halfway up the stairs to your apartment when your own boots sounded way too sharp against the concrete, echoing in the narrow stairwell like the building itself was holding its breath. You paused outside your door, keys gripped tight, listening to the absolute lack of noise from behind the neighbors' doors. Somehow, there were no noisy televisions or muffled arguments tonight, just a localized vacuum of sound. You pushed through it anyway because routine is a powerful sedative, even when your gut is telling you to run.

Inside, the kitchen light flickered with a dull hum, and that was when you saw the shadow. Unfortunately for you, it wasn't a trick of the streetlamps; it was a solid, unmoving blotch of darkness cutting across the linoleum. When you looked toward the window, your heart didn't jump so much as it just went cold.

Homelander was hovering just beyond the glass.

Up close, he looked like a wreck. There was no cinematic polish, no camera-ready smile, just a man suspended in the air by something unnatural. He was covered in gore—thick, dark smears soaked into the seams of his suit and dried in jagged streaks along his jaw. He looked like he’d just finished painting a room with the people inside it. You slowly walked over and unlatched the lock, the metallic click sounding like a gunshot. As the glass slid back, the smell hit you first; the heavy, copper sting of fresh blood mixed with the ozone of the night air. He didn't move or offer an explanation. He just stayed suspended there, searching your face for the scream or the worship he usually pulled from people like debt. You hadn't seen him since that one-off night a year ago, a brief mistake in a hotel bar that you’d spent months trying to bury.

“Are you coming in,” you said, your voice flat and sounding a lot steadier than you felt, “or are you planning to stay out there and attract a crowd?”

That seemed to be what finally grounded him. He drifted forward and landed on your floorboards with a dull thud, his boots leaving dark, wet prints on the wood. He didn't say a word, just stood there looking at his own hands like he’d never seen them before. You didn't wait. You just turned and walked toward the bathroom. “In here,” you called over your shoulder. “Before you ruin the rug.”

The bathroom was cramped and the light was dim, stripping away the hero image until he was just a man in a ruined suit. You turned the taps on and watched the water drum against the porcelain tub, waiting until he was standing in the doorway.

"Get out of it," you told him, nodding at the suit.

He didn't argue. He stripped with a clumsy haste, the heavy gold-and-blue fabric hitting the tile with a wet thud. When he stepped into the tub, his eyes fixed on you with a terrifying focus. He sank into the water, and it turned a murky, rusted pink almost immediately.

"Sit," you commanded, grabbing a washcloth.

You started at his shoulder. Pressed the cloth down, dragged it slowly across his skin, watching the blood smear and then lift. He just sat there– watching you work.

“You’re quiet,” he said after a minute.

You’re not exactly here for the conversation, John,” you replied, wringing the cloth out and moving to the other side of his neck. "Show up at my window like a stray after turning a facility into a butcher shop? You look pathetic like this."

He let out a low growl, a sound that would have paralyzed anyone else, but to you it just sounded like a whimper. He reached up, wet fingers curling around your wrist with an iron grip that felt like it was going to leave a mark. He didn't pull you away; he just held you there, anchored. "Say it again," he choked out, his voice cracking with an almost psychotic need. "Tell me I'm nothing."

"You're a disaster," you whispered, reaching up to grab a handful of his blonde hair with your free hand. You pulled his head back so he had to look at you, his blue eyes blown wide and dark. "You're a goddamn wreck hiding in a bathroom because you can't stand yourself."

He let out a sound that was half-growl, half-sob, and before you could move, he reached out and hauled you over the edge of the tub. You hit the water fully clothed, the shock of the heat and the weight of him pressing you back against the porcelain making your head swim. He didn't care about the logistics. He grabbed the waistband of your jeans, the fabric groaning before he simply ripped them down, his strength barely restrained as he stripped the wet denim away from your legs.

He was frantic, his hands fumbling with your shirt while his mouth searched for yours with a sort of desperate clumsiness. He tasted like salt and iron, his tongue pushing into your mouth with an uncoordinated need that felt like he was trying to find something inside you he could keep.

"Make me stop," he gasped against your skin, his hands shaking as he pressed you into the tile. "Tell me I'm yours. Tell me I'm a good boy."

"Get on your knees," you breathed, the words probably coming out sharper than you originally intended.

The Great American Hero didn't hesitate. He shifted in the cramped space, the water splashing over the sides as he lowered himself, his hands gripping your thighs so hard it was going to leave bruises. He looked up at you from the other end of the tub, his face clean of blood but his expression utterly wrecked, a mix of need and worship that made the room feel like it was quickly running out of oxygen.

His head dropped between your legs, his tongue working with a desperate, slobbering intensity that had him moaning onto your cock. He was looking for friction, his hips rutting against the porcelain of the tub as he devoured you, his fingers digging into the backs of your knees. You grabbed a handful of his wet blonde hair, yanking his head back so he had to look at you while he worked. His blue eyes were practically black with arousal, fixed on your face with a terrifying adoration.

"Please," he slurred against your thigh, the water turning frothy as he moved. "Please, can I? Can I fuck you? I've been so good. I'm a good boy, right?"

"You're a mess," you whispered, guiding him up. "But yeah. Get in here."

He wasted no time, sliding his cock into you with a slow, agonizing glide that had him gasping for air. He stayed still for a moment, his forehead pressed against yours, his body trembling as he waited for you to adjust to the stretch. Then the rhythm broke. The slow roll of his hips turned into a rough, pounding desperation, his skin slapping against yours in a wet, rhythmic cadence that filled the small room. He was practically begging, his body responding to every sharp command you leveled at him.

He babbled into your ear, promises of belonging and desperate "I love you"s that sounded more like threats than endearments. "You're so full, baby. I'm filling you up just like I promised. Tell me you're mine. Tell me I'm yours."

The water was splashing everywhere, the tub groaning under the weight of his movements. He sped up, his hips slamming into yours with a rough, uncoordinated force that threatened to break the tile. The sound of wet skin hitting skin echoed off the bathroom walls, a frantic, messy soundtrack to the way he was losing his mind inside of you. He reached down, his fingers clumsily looking for yours so he could pin your hands back, needing the physical reminder that you were trapped under his weight, even as he was the one serving you. He was rutting into you now, his heavy cock bottoming out with every desperate thrust, his eyes never leaving yours.

When he finally dumped his load into you, his balls constricting as rope after rope hit your insides, he let out a long, quiet chant of "Thank you" and "I love you" until the tension finally left his body. He collapsed against your chest, his softening cock still twitching inside you, the water in the tub still swirling around your waists as his heart hammered like a trapped bird against his ribs.

By the time the water had gone cold, the room felt heavier than it had when he was covered in blood. You leaned back against the tile, your breathing finally starting to level out while he sat there, tracing uncoordinated patterns on your leg with a wet finger.

“Did I do a good job?” he asked, his voice small and innocent, as if he hadn't just rearranged your guts in a bathtub.

“You were super, John," you muttered, the exhaustion finally pulling you under. "Good boy.”

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You swallow, the sound loud in the sudden stillness. “You’re shaking.”

He laughs under his breath, a warm puff of air against your cheek. “That’s the faith leaving my body.”

No masters or kings.

Your back hits the wall—not hard, just deliberate. The kind of pressure that says stay. The plaster is cool and solid through the thin fabric of your shirt, a grounding point in the chaos. His body cages you in, heat and intention, his voice low enough to feel rather than hear.

“When the ritual begins,” he murmurs, “they expect blood.”

His mouth traces your jaw, slow, reverent. Not kissing yet. The rough scrape of his evening stubble is a delicious friction against your skin, a prelude that makes your nerves hum. Testing restraint like a sin he’s about to commit.

“I prefer breath.”

There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin.

When he finally kisses you, it’s deep—unapologetic. Not frantic, but hungry in a way that’s been denied too long. He tastes of mint and something darker, like coffee and longing. Like he’s been fasting and you’re the first thing he’s allowed to taste.

You make a sound before you can stop yourself, a soft, helpless noise that’s swallowed by his mouth.

Keeho freezes just long enough to smile against your mouth, the curve of his lips a brand against yours.

“That,” he says softly, “is the sound they warned me about.”

Your hands slide into his hair, ruining it, grounding him. The strands are surprisingly soft, silken between your fingers. “Then why are you smiling?”

“Because if this is what damns me,” he whispers, lips brushing yours again, a feather-light touch that’s more intimate than the kiss itself, “I’ve never felt so saved.”

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene, his hands roam—slow, deliberate—learning you like scripture rewritten. His palms are warm as they map the curve of your waist, the dip of your spine, each touch a question with only one acceptable answer. Every touch is a question with only one acceptable answer.

Your breath stutters. “Keeho…”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his pupils blown wide, swallowing the color of his irises. Eyes dark, earnest, dangerous—like he’s standing at the edge of something irreversible.

“Say stop,” he says. “And I’ll kneel.”

You don’t.

Instead, you cup his face, thumbs brushing beneath his eyes like you’re blessing him—or condemning him. You can feel the faint, frantic thrum of his pulse against your fingertips.

Your voice doesn’t shake.

“Your name is my religion,” you say quietly.

“Your body is the only thing I worship.”

“And your words are the only thing I follow.”

For a moment, Keeho forgets how to breathe.

Only then I am human.

His forehead falls against yours, a broken sound leaving his chest—not laughter, not tears, but something undone. The sound is raw, caught in the space where your breath mingles.

“Then we’re both damned,” he whispers.

His mouth finds your throat, your collarbone, reverent as worship, desperate as hunger. Each press of his lips is a new point of heat, a slow burn against your skin that feels both like a surrender and a conquest. Each kiss feels like defiance—soft, deliberate blasphemy.

“If kissing you costs me my life,” he says against your skin, voice rough now, stripped bare, the vibration of his words sinking deep into your bones, “then let them sharpen the blade.”

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, the firm muscle beneath his shirt a tangible anchor. “You’d really give it up?”

He lifts his head, eyes locked on yours.

“For you?” A breath. A truth.

“I’d offer it gladly.”

Only then I am clean.

Because this, this choosing, is the first commandment either of you has ever believed in.

He presses his forehead to yours, breathing hard, undone. The world narrows to this single point of contact, to the ragged sound of his breathing and the frantic beat of your own heart.

“Ooh… amen,” he whispers—not as surrender, but as vow.

You kiss him again—deeper, slower—like sealing scripture written in skin instead of ink. It’s a kiss that feels like an ending and a beginning, all at once.

Not asking for forgiveness.

Not seeking heaven.

Just choosing each other.

Amen.

they set up a date for the next night at jackson’s apartment. “come over at nine, door will be unlocked, just walk in and get on your knees". that night yn jerked off twice thinking about it. he texted jackson back, “see you tonight daddy", at nine o’clock yn stood outside the apartment door, his heart hammering against his ribs and his cock already half hard in his jeans. he pushed it open, the place was expensive, the city lights glowing against the huge windows. yn wandered around the living room until something caught his attention.

a picture. a picture with a teenage boy with the same sharp jaw, the same cocky smirk of certain fucker, luke. yn’s stomach dropped, luke wang—his high school bully, the same luke who made his life hell for two years straight—the flashback hit him hard, memories flooded back. during freshman year, yn had just come out quietly to a couple of friends but word spread quickly on the classroom. luke and his friends cornered him in the locker room after pe classes, they shoved him against the cold metal lockers. luke laughed in his face, “look at this little fag getting hard just from us looking at him”. they yanked his shorts down in front of everyone, pointing at his half hard dick. they called him pathetic, useless, a cocksucking loser who’d never get laid and other shameful words. every day after that it got worse to the point of becoming physical in some occasions. luke always smirked like he owned the world, dad’s money, dad’s connections, he believed he was a untouchable motherfucker. yn transferred schools during senior year just to breathe again, to feel relieved and away of all those problems. finally some peace for him and his heart, he can finally rest and try to heal all those wounds. maybe some day be happy… right?

now here he was, matched with luke’s dad on a gay dating app, who would've thought?.

revenge, the word crossed his mind repeatedly. fuck luke’s dad, ruin the man who raised that piece of shit. make him pay for everything his son did. maybe… just maybe, that's the only thing he needs to heal completely, to let go of that awful past…

yn’s cock throbbed at the thought, he knew it was fucked up, but the heat in his belly won.

jackson stepped out of the kitchen in nothing but those gray sweatpants, his bare chest glistening with sweat, he was working out, that same thick cock outline pressing heavy against the fabric, he wasn't wearing any underwear under it. “took you long enough, pretty boy” jackson growled, his voice deep and low.

yn didn’t waste time. he closed the door, dropped to his knees right there in the entry and yanked the sweatpants down, the fat dick sprang out, heavy and already leaking.

he spit on it, messy strings dripping down yn’s chin every time the dick went out his mouth, then is swallowed half in one go, choking himself with it. jackson groaned in pleasure, his hand fisting yn’s hair, “fuck, that mouth is so greedy. you been thinking about this all day?”, yn moaned with every slurp, he pulled off, the spit running down his chin, then he looked up with watery glassy eyes, “you have no idea whose hole you’re about to wreck”, he smirked and didn’t explain anything, he just dove back in, sucking sloppyly and loud, his tongue swirling the head and the spit bubbling and leaking at the corners of his lips.

jackson fucked his face slow at first, then harder and faster, his balls slapping yn’s chin and making the drool pouring down yn’s neck onto his shirt, staining it.

they barely made it to the bedroom. jackson discarded yn’s clothes off, like an impatient hungry beast, he threw him face down on the king bed with his ass up. he spreaded those cheeks wide, spit a thick glob right on yn’s hole and watched it drip. “looks do fucking tight, bet no one has ruined this pretty boy pussy yet”. his tongue followed the trail left by the glob of spit, it was hot and wet, licking broad stripes and then pushing inside of the rim, eating yn out like he was starving.

yn moaned loud, pushing his ass back, his fingers gripping the sheets until his knuckles turned white. jackson added two fingers and moved them fast, doing a rough scissor motion, spitting more to keep it slick, “please daddy… fuck me” yn gasped, the word daddy making the other hornier.

jackson flipped yn onto his back, hooked his legs over his shoulders, then lined up his thick cock and slammed in balls deep in one thrust. yn screamed, his eyes rolling back, the stretch burning feeling so good. jackson didn’t go slow, he pounded hard, the sweat dripping from his chest onto yn’s stomach.

the bed started rocking, jackson's balls slapped loud on yn’s ass with every thrust. “take it, take daddy’s cock like the slut you are” jackson grunted, leaning down to spit directly into yn’s open mouth. the bottom swallowed it greedily, then grabbed jackson by his neck and pulled him down for a messy, sloppy kiss.

jackson bit yn’s lip hard enough to draw a whimper out of him, then railed him deeper, making sure every inch is inside of the other. sweat poured off both of them, soaking the sheets under them, the room smelling like musk and sex, yn’s cock bouncing at the rhythm of jackson's thrusts, leaking all over his own stomach. jackson flipped him again, this time with his ass up, shoving his face into the pillow, with one hand choking the back of yn’s neck and the other slapping his ass bright red.

“gonna fill this hole up, breed you like the cumdump you are” yn pushed back, moaning, “yes daddy, cum inside me”.

knowing this was luke’s dad destroying his hole, the same bloodline that used to humiliate him now making him feel like a god, who would've thought after all that humiliation he would now be worshipped.

jackson pulled out suddenly, flipping yn onto his back again. he straddled his chest and shoved the wet cock down his throat, mercilessly. yn gagged, tears forming on the corners of his eyes, spit bubbled while he sucked like his life depended on it. jackson face fucked him hard, then pulled out and shot the first thick ropes across yn’s face, painting his lips and tongue in white. yn licked it up and moaned “more, give me more… daddy”, jackson jerked the rest onto yn’s tongue and slapped his tip on it, then pushed back in to let him suck the last drops that seeped out of the slit.

but the top wasn’t done. jackson opened yn’s legs wide and slammed back inside the cum-slick hole. he fucked using his own load as lube, making creamy sounds that filled the room. yn couldn't hold it anymore so his cock exploded untouched, shooting ropes across his chest and torso, but jackson didn't stopped, he kept going, going for a second round.

they continued for hours, like they were sex deprived for so long. jackson fucked him in every position: missionary, doggy, riding, etc., occasionally jackson would shove his fingers in alongside his cock, to stretching yn wider. jackson came again deep inside, pulling out to watch it seep out of the railed hole, then pushed it back in with his fingers. finally jackson collapsed on top of yn, both panting, tired, bodies marked and flushed.

jackson kissed yn slow and deep, savouring every bit of it. yn smiled against his mouth, whispering, “thanks for the best fuck of my life”. he has luke's dad in the palm of his hand, if this hookup comes out to the light it will probably ruin their perfect image.

the morning after the hookup, yn woke up sore, he stretched in his bed, then stayed there, staring at the ceiling while a million things happened in his head. fucking luke’s dad once wasn’t enough. it felt… good—it was incredible—but he wanted something more, something that would actually hurt luke’s perfect little life the way luke’s cruelty has hurt yn for years.

he grabbed his phone from the nightstand and saw jackson’s message “last night was insane. round two?”, yn smirked and typed back “sure daddy. but first i need to tell you something”, he then sent a second message, “meet me for coffee tomorrow?”. jackson replied almost instantly “yeah. tell me where”.

yn spent the rest of the day plotting his revenge. he didn’t want to just expose the him and watch mrs. wang cry, that was too… silly? too common.

he wanted a big scandal, something messy and public, something that would make luke see his untouchable family name dragged through filth. he remembered luke bragging back in high school about his mom being some high-profile executive, the kind who curated the perfect images for politicians and celebrities. yn could get proofs—texts, photos, perhaps even a video of jackson cheating—and when he leaked it strategically…

he could see the divorce headlines or luke’s fucking face. but he wasn’t stupid, he needed jackson hooked deeper first, addicted to him, so desperate that he keeps coming back even after the truth came out.

so he decided: more sex, make that cheating man obsessed, make him beg for his hole, then when the moment was right, yn would confess everything, watching his revenge finally accomplished.

they met at a quiet cafe, two blocks from jackson’s apartment. jackson walked in, he spotted yn and his eyes zeroed on him instantly. he slid into the booth across from him, yn leaned forward with a low voice,“last night was just the start. i want more. a lot more. but there’s something you should know first”. jackson raised an eyebrow, curious, “tell me”.

yn licked his lips, “i know who you are… i know your son. luke. he used to make my life hell in high school” he paused and swallowed, “he bullied me until i transferred schools. called me fag, humiliated me in front of everyone. i hated him… i still do” jackson’s face went still, he didn’t speak for what it seems like eternity but then he said “and you matched with me… on purpose?” to which yn nodded.

“at first it was revenge. fuck the dad of the guy who fucked my life up. but then you… you fucked me so good i-i decided i wanted to keep going”, he continued confessing, “and then i’ll tell your wife everything. send her the proofs of the affair. your perfect family cracking open, maybe she leaves you or not, we all know you rich people only care about image”, he paused again and took a sip of his drink, “maybe luke finally feels a fraction of what i felt”.

jackson stared, clenching his jaw. yn waited for anger, for him to storm out or even threatening him but instead jackson leaned in “you’re playing a dangerous game”, he said.“i know. but that makes it hot” yn replied in a whispered tone, cockily—jackson’s hand slid under the table and gripped yn’s thigh hard, “you think you can ruin me and i’ll just let you do it?”, yn chuckled, “i think you’ll let me because this…” yn reached under the table too and palmed the thick bulge in jackson’s pants, “this gets harder every time i talk about it”, jackson exhaled sharp through his nose, “fuck it, let’s get out of here”.

they barely made it back to the apartment. jackson quickly discarded his clothes and yn’s, shoved the other against the hallway wall, spat on his fingers and shoved them in without warning. yn gasped, his head hitting softly the wall. jackson growled, pumping them rough, curling the fingers to hit that sweet spot.

“thinking you can blackmail me with this tight pussy”, he said, every word laced with anger that he channelled to his fingers, obliterating the other's ass merely with his digits. “it’s not blackmail” yn panted, grinding back on the fingers. “just… motivation… for more. keep fucking me like this and maybe i will delete the screenshots i’m gonna take later”. jackson laughed, pulling his fingers out and replaced them with his cock in one hard thrust.

yn cried out due to the stretch sensation, his nails scratching the wall. jackson fucked him there, standing, fast and mean with no mercy, one hand clamped over yn’s mouth to muffle his moans while the other yanked his hair back so his neck is exposed and he can bite it, “gonna mark you up, little whore”, jackson muttered.

“let luke see those bruises and make him wonder who wrecked his high school bitch”, yn came hard without being touched, spurting cum against the wall, his legs shaking while riding his high. jackson didn’t stop tho, he just kept pounding through the clench of the bottom’s hole, grunting like an animal. “that’s it, cum on daddy’s cock”.

they finally made it to the bedroom. jackson threw yn onto the mattress face down, climbed over him and pinned his wrists above his head with his big veiny hand. he fucked him slow now, his hips making a slow and sensual pace that drove yn crazy, letting yn feel every inch of that cock dragging out and slamming back in his used hole.

jackson kissed him messily, it's something normal in them now, their tongues sliding through the mess of saliva. yn swallowed it, moaned into it. jackson pulled out, flipped yn onto his back and went back in, he watched his own cock disappear into that slick, puffy hole over and over, enjoying the view and sensation, “look at your puffy pussy, i’m gonna make you walk out of here dripping so much of cum you’d stain your jeans”. he jerked yn off, matching the pace of his hand with his thrusts, his thumb smearing precum over the head, making yn arch his back, “daddy, fuck—cum in me again, fucking breed me more”. jackson slammed deep until he finally orgasmed, thick ropes flooded yn’s insides until it squelched with every small movement.

he stayed there, buried and grinding slow, pushing his seed deeper. minutes later he pulled out slow to watch the creamy load ooze out. he scooped some with two fingers and fed it to yn, yn sucked them clean, his eyes always locked on jackson’s, “good boy” jackson murmured, maintaining the eye contact, “ride me?, show me how bad you want to ruin me”, yn climbed on top, straddled him and sank down slow without hesitation until he bottomed out.

he rolled his hips, grinding, then started bouncing, his ass slapping against jackson’s thighs, jackson gripped yn’s waist to help slam him down harder and faster, hungry to feel those velvet walls wrapped around his thick lenght. yn’s cock bounced, leaking and smearing sticky trails across jackson’s abs.

jackson sucked on yn’s tongue like he was starving and bit his bottom lip. yn kept milking every inch, “you make me feel so good. i’m gonna cum again baby”. yn gasped against jackson’s mouth, “i feel so full” he moaned. “take daddy’s load” he says as he came with a guttural groan, pumping another thick round deep. yn’s orgasmed too, shooting ropes across Jackson's body and chin.

they both collapsed next to each other, panting.“you’re not getting rid of me that easy” jackson spoke, kissing yn’s sweaty temple and hugging him smaller frame.

“ruin me all you want. just keep letting me wreck this ass”.

yn smiled, lazy and satisfied, already thinking about the chaos he can unfold. but for now, he just nuzzles himself next to jackson like a cat.

After A hard day of chasing miles morales he eventually escaped with the help of his friends. now he has to find Miles all over again and not to mention the anomaly "The Spot" thats constantly being a pain in the ass to even get a finger on. disappointed Miguel went back to the spidey HQ to asses the situation with layla; its late at night and everyone already went home so he has to pull an all nighter for this one. as he was about to enter his dark and quiet office when he noticed a cubicle being lit up by a computer; he went over to check at the cubicle.

"hey! who's there? (y/n)? why are you still here? you should be home." Miguel asks with frustration and disappointment. you were his assistant but he doesn't want you to work late hours just like him. he worries that you'll be exhausted.

"oh sorry sir. i was just doing paperwork and theres quite a few..." you say let out an awkward laugh as you rub the back of your neck. Miguel puts his hand on his hips as he squeezes the bridge of his nose with the other one; "just get it done... and will you get me a coffee while you're at it? if you dont mind." he said with a deep and exhausted voice. "uh yes sir, ill get you a coffee as soon as possible!" you say immediately as you get up and go to the coffee shop just across the street. Miguel sighs as he turns his back and entering his office again.

you grabbed your coat and prepared to exit the building into the cold and windy night. there were rarely any cars around as you walk across the street; the silent buzzing of the lamp above you as you walk, the damp sound of your boots thumping the ground, your hot breath as you exhale around the cold air; it was all so calming to be just by yourself and not worrying about any reports or documents to get done. ring you enter the coffee shop and greet the barista "hey! (y/n)! nice to see you" Joe plasters a wide grin on his face as he waves at you. "hey Joe can i get the usual?" you chuckle as you approach the enthusiastic barkeep. it puzzles you how someone could be this energetic especially when its late at night. "one latte and café americano coming right up" Joe smiles as he gets to work and you sit down by the window silently observing the place you work at. The towering building reminds you of so much; the first time you went there for your job application, the people you met and hanged out with. ever since you started working here it's been great; you were able to hold down a job and live a comfortable life. ding Joe rang a bell and you snap out of your melancholic trance. "Here's your order (y/n)" you get up from your seat and hand him the payment "Thanks Joe I'll see you around" you chuckle as you wave goodbye and head back to your boss who's waiting for his coffee.

You reach the 20th floor and exit the elevator; you make your wake to his office. "ugh... (y/n)" you hear muffled moans when you approach the door when you hear his deep growls your body immediately tenses up. "you're so cute..." You peep through a slight crevice through the door. you see him then and there stroking his throbbing cock as he calls out your name. "im close... (y/n)" you gasp as you back away and clear your throat. "Sir? your coffee is here" you knock on the door. "Oh- uhh come in!" coffee in hand, you enter his poorly lit office. he always preferred it that way although, you always wondered why. "Here is your coffee sir a caffé americano just as you like it" your body tenses up more as you know he's hard down there and its because of you; as you place it down Miguel suddenly grabs your wrist his talons flexing and protruding "i heard you peeping at me through that hole (y/n)" as Miguel pulls you close to him your body freezes on the spot "do you want a better view cariño?" he leans in and you can see his tip dripping wet with precum.

"Please... Miguel..." you try to avoid his gaze but he grabs your chin and tilts your head downward as he forces you to look at him "Please what cariño?" Miguel lets out a deep and menacing laugh "Be clear with your words boy." Miguel says sternly as he grips one of your thighs with his hands. his sharp talons poking your thigh but not enough to draw blood. "Please... continue..." Miguel's lips curled into a grin "That's more like it. good boy" Miguel begins to move his calloused hands; as it travels up your body he lets his fingers slide through your smooth and soft skin. "your skin im feels like a soft cloud mi vida.." Miguel says as he leans in your neck leaving behind a couple kisses here and there. Miguel continues tracing the shape of your body and he lands on where he started. He pinches and twisted your nipples it tingled and burned against his touch. this turned you into a moaning and whimpering mess. "Miguel... that feels so good..." you bite your lip and you begin to move your hips rubbing against his huge boner. the shape of his girth and the way he was playing with your chest like stress balls drowned you in pure ecstasy. "Getting impatient now are we cariño?" Miguel stops what he's doing and he grabs your waist "Such small and slutty waist i wonder how they'll feel when i use them" He grabs your ass and spreads them "oh and im sure these will feel good too" Miguel looks you dead in the eye letting you know what he's about to do next

"im sorry sir i didn't mean to-" Miguel cuts you off mid sentence as he lifts you up and he places you on his lap. you can feel his boner pressing against your rear as he stares you down ready to absolutely swallow you whole. "shhh callate ahora... we can keep this a secret cariño" Miguel leans in close to your ear as he nibbles on your earlobe; his fangs slightly poking your ear. "you're so adorable cariño all tense like that... i could eat you up right here..." Miguel's hands creep under your clothes as he traces your back. his warm hands making you involuntarily whimper as you arch your back; Miguel smirks as he heard you let out a quiet whimper "Que lindo (How cute)" Miguel removes his hands as he violently rips your buttoned down long sleeve polo. this makes you gasp and "that was my favorite shirt..." Miguel chuckles "Well, you look better without it" Miguel looks up at you as his smug expression seems to be clearly enjoying your reaction. "What do we have here?" Miguel's eyes fell to your chest, letting his calloused hands travel to your waist and closer to your thighs. But something glimmering caught his attention. "Oh?" A low chuckle would rumble as he traced his fingers around your nipple piercing, "What do we have here?" he flicks your pierced nipples. "where have you been hiding this huh? such a naughty naughty boy" Miguel continues to flick and twist your pierced nipple as he takes the other one in his mouth. "ahh... Miguel..." Miguel smiles deviously as he takes your swollen nipple in his mouth. "Hold still cariño" Miguel growls as he plays with the metal object that's attached to your nipple using his tongue. you start to moan and whimper as he plays around with your swollen and sensitive chest; "Miguel... too good..." your chest rises and falls as every sensation shoots pleasure up your brain and makes your whole body start to shake. Miguel stops abruptly as he smirks and leans in your ear "Yeah? Beg for it then."

as he was about to tear your clothes to shreds you two were interrupted by a facetime call. he picks you up and sets you down under his desk and his bulge throbbing right in front of you. the shape of his dick under his Spider-Man suit was impressive. his hard cock pressing against the tight fabric as he sat down properly; it was irresistible. your eyes were fixed at his cock glaring back at you as if its taunting you to suck it. you hear miguel talk with one of the Spider-Man that he worked with earlier you decided to have your turn with him. you slowly unzip his Spidey suit his cock immediately springs out and it even slaps your face. Miguel's eyes widened as he looked down at you; his eyes fueled with surprise and rage "Uh miguel? Are you listening?" Miguel Clears his throat and looks back up "Uh yes, you were saying?" Miguel continues his conversation with the nice lady hes on the phone with. You slowly licked Miguel's tip; the w way his precum drips down your tongue like a busted faucet makes you want to lick it up more. you start licking the base of his shaft and then his glans. "So it seems that the spot wa-" Miguel abruptly stops with a groan as you lick up his leaking tip. "Miguel? you good?" Miguel snarls at you knowing he cant do anything yet "yeah im fine, im kind of busy right now ill call you later" Miguel bids farewell to the nice person as he ends the call. you dont even notice their conversation as youre too busy licking up and lapping his dripping dick. Miguel growls at you "You really want my dick that badly huh? you cant wait to slobber all over it? have at it then" Miguel grabs a handful of your hair as he lines up his dick to your mouth and pushes; He pushes it in deep all the way to the base of his huge cock. "how do you like that huh? i bet youre enjoying the taste of my cock now its all the way down your throat like a good slut you are"

your protests were muffled by Miguel's whole length down your throat. "MmpH!" was all you managed to say as you gripped on his thighs trying desperately to pull away. "Whats wrong (Y/n)? wasnt this what you wanted huh?" Miguel snaps at you he sounded pissed and he wants to put you in your place. Miguel then pressed down further you chin dripping with spit and drool as it sticks to Miguel's balls; he lets go just to catch your breath. "Hah... hah..." your chest falls and rises rapidly as Miguel's precum dripped down his shaft. "We're not done yet cariño" Miguel laughs sadistically as he grabs you by your arms and pins both your hands on his desk "since you clearly want it so bad, ill give it to you good" miguel rips apart your pants his rough hands traces your waist. he moves down lower as he reaches your ass and he feels around. "oh this will be good" his laugh gets deeper and colder as he bends over; his hot throbbing dick pressed against your lower back. "You'll regret playing me (Y/n)" his talons flex as he opens your ass wide open. rip the sound of fabric tearing as he finally rips apart the last remaining clothing you had on. "your puckering hole is just waiting to get fucked" Miguel slaps his drool coated dick on your rear he whispers to you "im gonna make you cry and beg for more"

/Time skip/

Miguel stops abruptly as he opens a drawer and takes out lube you stare at it as he squeezes some on his hand "wait- why do you have lube in your office?" you pant as you ask Miguel "Its better to be ready and not need it or need it and not be ready" Miguel says panting as he rubs some of the lube on his dripping dick. an idea flashes through your mind as you push him down his office chair. "its my turn to take the wheel" you say as you get on his lap and line his dick on your hole. you slowly lower yourself down halfway and you stop. His impressive size was appalling; it already felts so good half-way in you. savoring the sensation you try to prepare yourself for his girth. Miguel seems annoyed as you suddenly stop moving. he grabs your slutty waist and rams you down his fat cock. you let out a lewd moan as it crushes your prostate. you gasp as you try to collect your thoughts from the sudden sensation burning your mind. Miguel pants and squeezes your ass as he begins to thrust on your fat piece of cake. he growls and squeezes down not letting you go anywhere but deeper down on his cock. he watches you bounce up and down while you make noises of pleasure making him smile proudly. "yeah.. thats right be a good boy and take my cock like a slut." Miguel pushes you down deeper as his cock directly presses on your g spot. "Miguel... please..." you beg miguel as he stops and just keeps his cock in you. its throbbing and twitching like crazy. "Not yet Cariño... i wanna see you ride me." Miguel Sneers as you squeeze down on him. As you start riding in your own pace Miguel leans back and puts his hands on the back of his head enjoying the view before him. the more you ride his cock them more it seems to grow inside of you. As you moved yourself up and won on him you began to drool. the wet slicking of his dick on your ass felt so good; everytime it hits your prostate you were sure too see a glimpse of heaven. "You look so good in this position Cariño" Miguel reaches down and feels your hips and thighs as you ride him. saddling up to make yourself feel secure as he guides along your waist as he watches you ride.

“On my way now,” one of your friends replies. You respond with a hum and keep the trio at bay while you await your teammate.

“Knocked one,” you add as you shoot one of your enemies. You watch them fall to the ground and crawl away from the crossfire. You curse to yourself when you take damage. Your health bar falling significantly. “Hurry up. One of them is low and my health is at 37,” You order your squad, glancing at the map, hoping to see familiar arrows. “Fuck you guys.” You grumble when you don’t see any arrows. At that moment, you were shot again and your character collapsed to the ground.

You attempt to run and hide until your teammates arrive yet your opponent trailed behind you. You let out a long heavy sigh as all of your items fall to the ground. The large words above state “ELIMINATED BY MATTTHEMUNCH” in yellow. You drop your controller in annoyance and grab your phone. “Somebody get my reboot card, please,” you murmured before mindlessly scrolling through your phone.

You then hear 3 loud knocks at your door. You ponder for a moment, debating whether or not you want to open it. You ignore it and continue scrolling on your phone. 3 more knocks follow, louder and heavier than the first. You huff and roll your eyes. “Coming!” You call out, not bothering to hide the irritation in your tone. “Be right back.” You inform your friends. You stand and slip your phone into your pants pocket, slowly strolling over to the door.

You glance through the peephole to see your landlord. Oh shit. Your stomach immediately dropped and your heart started racing. Your landlord was a big guy, he barely smiled, and could probably slam you against a wall without trying. You are honestly surprised that he hasn't yet. Especially with how much you poked at him. You jumped when he bangs on the door again. “Alright, alright!” You bark. You undo your locks and open the door.

You come face to face with him. His brown eyes moved down and bore into yours. Finally, you clear your throat. “Do you need something or are you just here to stare?” You question him. You watch as his eyes examine you up and down, lingering on your waist where your boxers were slightly exposed a little too long. He then clears his throat as well.

“Rent was due yesterday,” he informs you.

“I know, I know, Mr. O’Hara,” you sigh, leaning against your door. “I’ll have it for you by tomorrow, promise.” You tell him and give him a small smile.

“In full?” He hums, raising one eyebrow at you. Your lips part to speak but nothing comes out. You frown when you hear him sigh.

“Yeah… in full,” you finally confirm, giving him a nod.

“Alright then, I’ll be waiting,” he says. You wave goodbye and watch as he walks away. You definitely weren’t gonna have that money by tomorrow. Not in full At least. You could…try to get out of it. But what if he rejected it? That would be embarrassing as fuck. Though, you’ve seen him hanging out with some guy with brown hair often. They argued like an old married couple and interacted like shy high school girls.

You huff and tell yourself that you were doing this. You step out of your apartment, the bottom of your feet pressing against the rocky pavement. “Miguel?” You call out. The man on the stairs turned around, eyeing you. “Maybe, I could pay you in some other way? And you won’t have to wait until tomorrow.” You mutter, a sudden nervousness coming over you. He doesn’t respond but you hear footsteps approaching you and Miguel soon towers over you.

You glance up at him and you gulp. “You trying to flirt with me, tonto?” He questions. You let out a shaky breath and nod. A chuckle then erupts from his throat. He grins as he looks down at you. “Fine.”

“What?” You blink. You were taken aback by his answer. If anything, you expected him to laugh at you or be rude.

“I said, fine. I’ll take you up on that offer,” he repeats.

“Oh, right,” you nod. You gesture for him to follow you inside and you step into your apartment. A small weight on your shoulders from his stare. Brown eyes boring into your back. You quickly turn off your gaming system. Its soft hum going quiet. You let your friends know you were getting off and toss your headset aside. “I’ll grab something to drink, you can sit on the couch.”

You walk over to the kitchen, nervously filling two glasses of iced tea. You then approach him on the couch, placing the two glasses on the coffee table in front of him. You just slightly bend over to put the cups down, your ass on display for Miguel for just a second. Right when you stand, a large hand grabs yours and he pulls you down onto him. You straddle his lap, hands on his muscular chest and his hand gripping your waist. You suck in a tight breath in surprise.

“Cálmate cariño. You offered, didn't you?” Miguel whispers, drawing circles on your skin with his thumb. He then grabs your chin and pulls you into him. Your lips move in sync before he slides his tongue across your bottom lip. You feel his free hand, snaking up your abdomen. Slipping under your tank top as his hand explores your chest. His fingers soon find one of your nipples and they pinch down, softly messaging it between his fingertips. You gasp and whimper into the kiss. He took this moment to slide his tongue past your lips.

You passionately but messily kiss him as he explores your mouth. You break away to catch your breath, a trail of saliva connecting your lips. He doesn’t waste any time hooking his lips onto your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin. One of your hands makes its way into his hair. You could feel him trying to find your spot. Where he could really Fuck with you.

“Fuck Miguel,” you groan, fingers curling around his dark hair when he kissed a certain spot on your neck. You feel him smirk against your skin.

“Found your sweet spot, hm?” He chuckles. You roll your eyes at him and he obviously takes notice. “Practicing for later?” He questions before attacking your throat again. You continue to whimper and whine as he presses his lips on your sensitive spot. Suddenly, you feel his teeth sink into your skin.

“Holy, fuck!” You gasp, your other hand tightening around his shirt fabric. You bite down on your bottom lip hard as he removes his canine-like teeth, his tongue lapping over the spot. Once satisfied, he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Get on your knees for me, will you?” He whispers into your ear, his breath tickling on your skin. You nod and sink from his lap onto your knees. You sat in between his legs, his crotch inches away from your face. “Good boy.” You hear him mutter. You gulp as he slightly lifts his hips, lowering his pants and the waistband of his boxers. Excitement and nervousness fill your mind, your eyes trained on his crotch while he extracts his cock.

You stare in shock when you finally see it. He was big. Really fucking big. “I—I don’t know if I can—“ you mumble, eyes fixated on his girth.

“You can do it, cariño,” Miguel reassures you. You take a deep breath and wrap your hand around his base. You stroke him a few times, teasing his tip with your tongue at the same time. You hear him let out a few shaky breaths above you. You could tell he was sensitive. “Quit teasing me.”

“Not my fault you’re so sensitive,” you mutter in response. He scoffs above you and curses something in Spanish that you don’t catch. You finally wrap your lips around his tip and he stretches your jaw, painfully. You slowly lower yourself, gagging around him as he fills you up. Once you are in a sort of comfortable position, you begin bobbing your head. Fighting the urge to gag as his tip hit the back of your throat.

“Lo bueno es que tú boca bonita compensa tu actitud,” Miguel groans, throwing his head back as you run his length over your tongue. You felt tears start to prick your eyes, your hands gripping the couch. While Miguel’s large hand caresses your face, running it through your scalp every so often. Suddenly he takes a fistful of your hair and thrust his hips up into your mouth.

You cry out as he bucks his hips, filling your mouth. His precum coating your throat. “Told you…you fit me just perfect,” Miguel grins at you, slight rasps in his voice as he speaks. You look up at him with glossy eyes while he looks down at you. His eyes are half-lidded as he takes in your expression. The sight of you below him only fueled him to chase his high. Miguel wipes the tears rolling down your cheeks, his thumb softly running over your skin. He’s been waiting for a moment like this. A moment where he could finally shut you up, have you below him, barely able to remember your own name.

You feel his hips stutter as cum spurts down your throat. You gag around Miguel’s girth and he pushes your head down. His pubes just barely touch the skin right above your lip. He holds you there for a moment like he was trying to take a photograph with his mind. You softly tap his leg, begging for him to release you. He finally moves his hand and you lift your hea, coughing at the liquid sticking to your mouth. “Be a good boy and swallow it,” Miguel commands you. You nod and take down his cum.

You stick out your tongue and he inspects your mouth. Nodding in satisfaction. “Strip then C’mere,” he tells you. You part your lips to challenge him but stay silent. You slowly pull off your tank top, tossing it aside before pulling down your pajama pants and stepping out of them. Miguel eyes you the whole time, his glare straining on your growing erection.

“It feels kinda unfair that I'm the only one naked here,” you scoff, crossing your arms.

“Get over it,” Miguel remarks, grabbing your wrists and pulling you to him. He pulls you into another quick kiss before muttering against your lips, “Get on your hands and knees for me, please?” You break away from him and do as he asked.

“Good boy,” he mumbles. You felt him pull down your boxers and toss them with the rest of your clothes. You gasp softly as he takes your mound of flesh into his hand squeezing it. He slightly parts the two, revealing your entrance. You shudder when he spits on it and the warm sensation hits you. “You haven’t done this before, have you?”

“No,” you shyly reply.

“It’s alright, I’ll take care of you, cariño,” Miguel assures you. Suddenly his tongue presses against your hole, lapping around it. You fall onto your forearms because of the odd feeling. He then pushes past your entrance, his tongue caressing your walls.

“Fuck,” you whisper, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. He wets your insides with saliva while you ball your hands in your fist. You sigh when he pulls away, the warmth of his mouth leaving you. Then a sudden burn hits you, your hole stretching around his finger. You hiss and squeeze your eyes shut. The pain soon turns into pleasure as he pumps his finger in and out of you. “Ngh— feels good,” you mumble.

“Yeah? I'm making you feel good, pretty boy?” He teases before slipping another finger in. You let out a pornographic moan, your hands clawing at the furniture beneath you. Miguel continues thrusting his fingers while caressing your ass. His hand comes down on the flesh harshly, making you whine.

“That… fucking hurt, asshole,” you huff, not bothering to glance back at him. He simply repeats his action as you wince. The sting of his palm lingering on your skin.

“You’ll be alright,” he mutters. You feel his breath on your stinging flesh, warm and ragged against you. You let out a groan when his teeth sink into you.

“Holy shit, Mig,” you gasp when your knees almost give out below you. He pulls away, tongue lapping over the mark. Then, he removes his fingers from your hole, licking up the juices that coated them. You frown at the emptiness, wiggling your hips in annoyance. Miguel grabs your waist and your movements come to a halt.

“Relax, pretty boy, you’ll get to cum soon enough,” he assures you. You feel his leaking tip kiss your entrance.

“Wait Mig… did you prep me enough or whatever?” You question him. He was big, you didn’t know if you could take him so soon.

“Yeah, I promise it won’t hurt, alright?” He tells you, pressing a soft kiss on your back.

“Alright,” you nod. He pushes past your tight entrance, slowly stretching you out. You both groan as he soon bottoms out. “S—so big.” You stammer, the feeling of his cock sitting inside you driving you crazy. Miguel waits on your cue for him to start moving. Finally, you pat his hand in approval.

He slowly pulls out of you, leaving just his tip before thrusting back into you. The strong snap of his hips sends a shudder up your spine. Miguel begins a slow pace of ramming his hips forward, the sound of skin slapping against each other follows each thrust. His tip hits your prostate harshly. “Faster, please,” you whine.

“But you were just whining about how I was too big,” he taunts you but compiles anyway. His hips snap back and forth quicker as his fingers dig into your hips. Your breathing grows heavier with every thrust of his hips. “You’re so tight.” He pants, kissing up and down your body. His cock roughly struck your walls, your body rippling forward every time. You feel tears well up in your eyes, shining on your lashes.

“Aw, don’t cry, pretty boy. Look how good you’re taking me,” Miguel hums, watching himself disappear into your ass and come back out. Whimpers force their way past your lips as he presses down on your back, forcing it to arch. You bury your head in your arms, embarrassing cries leaving you.

“Don’t hide from me. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel,” he grunts, taking a fistful of your hair and pulling your head out. “Let the neighbors hear how much of a slut you are.”

“Mhm Migs, stretching me out… so good,” your words only come out as breathy moans. And you weren’t lying. “S’too big.” You mumble, eyes shut tightly. The tightness in your stomach only builds up more. You wrap your hand around your own, under-stimulated dick. Pumping it in the rhythm of Miguel’s thrust.

“M’gonna cum,” you babbled, precum leaking onto the couch. The muscles in your legs shake as you chase your orgasm.

“Go ahead, cum on my dick like a good boy,” Miguel says through labored breath. White spots take over your vision as ropes of cum spurt onto the couch fabric. You let your head fall onto the couch while Miguel continues his rhythmic thrust. “Quit— ngh, quit clenching, gotta loosen up for me,” he softly groans. His hips now snapping in a slower, harder, and sloppier pattern. You let out a whine as his tip roughly kisses your prostate.

You lay there, mewling and moaning beneath him while he uses your body to chase his high. Soon overstimulation catches up to you. “Migs, I can’t—“

“Yes, you can. Hold out for me. I’m almost done, pretty boy,” he rasps. It doesn’t take long before you feel him fill you up. Strings of curses leave his lips as cum coats your insides. You whine when Miguel slowly pulls out, watching his seed drip from your hole. Suddenly Miguel flips you over onto your back, pushing himself back inside.

You groan at the feeling of him filling you and stretching you out again. “Miguel…” you murmured. He leans down kissing all over your neck, moving up your jawline until he reaches your ear.

—the first few have been more formal—interviewing you, introducing you to gabriella, and checking up on you with a phone call. it was limited, a thick barrier that miguel would put up between you and him because it was work—just work.

—even though he sent you off fairly quick, the interaction was long enough for him study you like he never did before. 

—he never realized how handsome you were, optimism practically seeping from your smile to your voice. it was a stark contrast to his moodiness, strained by the constant amount of stress put on by work, and furthermore by an ongoing divorce case.

—but he liked you, more than he’d like to admit.

—miguel liked the way you would tuck your shirt into your pants. a younger version of him would’ve labelled you a nerd, church boy even.

—but he found it attractive when the fabric laid on your chest with the right amount of tightness—a slightest exposure that would have him staring for an embarrassing amount of time.

—he also found it attractive when the peak of summer closed in on you.

—one day, you would show up at his doorstep in shorts.

—you preferred walking. 

—no wonder you were so radiant to him, you practically soaked in the sun every day before you two would meet.

—sorry if i look like a mess, sir- i look gross, don’t i?

—that feeling in him returned again, churned like butter as he would watch the sweat calmly roll down your aching legs.

—i’d be lying if i told you no, wouldn’t i?

—you were a mess, miguel would go on to agree to himself. not because of the way your hair sparkled in the sun as it latched onto sweat—but because of the way you were completely oblivious to how you made him feel.

—it only grew stronger with subsequent meetings.

—you can use my shower, you know. it’s gotta be uncomfortable to be sweaty in those clothes for—what—eight hours?

—no, no! I’m fine, sir. i don’t think it would be right of me to-

—well, just throwing it out there in case you needed to. 

—next time, then!

—and the next time, you would carry an extra bag of clothes because you and miguel both knew the outcome.

—it was a proud moment when miguel could smell his body wash on you when you left that night.

—sure, he probably bought the most generic brand he could find. but he has never smelt that scent on you before, so it inflated his ego to know that you’d be walking home in his usual scent.

—sleeping in his scent.

—like every other night, a shower would mark the end of miguel’s day. it was his favorite pastime—all thoughts were left behind as soon as he stepped under the shower head, letting the warm spray of water wash him of stress.

—when he stepped out, something caught his eye in the corner of the tiled floor—something blue.

—your briefs. 

—you forgot to take your briefs with you because you were rushing when you heard gabriella suddenly cry.

—it would’ve been off-putting by anyone else, but this was you.

—this was your briefs, miguel would then hold up like a trophy. a piece of fabric that would contain and cover you—touch your most vulnerable parts.

—with the current feelings miguel had for you, it would’ve been a missed opportunity if he simply threw it in the washer.

—so, he doesn’t.

—11 am. where miguel would usually find himself sleeping by this hour—he was inhaling the scent of your musk instead, scrunching your sweat-stained briefs to his face as he jerked off in bed.

—in all honestly, he was ashamed to admit that he loved the smell of your sweat.

—but miguel would nonetheless take deep whiffs, desperate to smell you in your most vulnerable state.

—and he comes at the very last second when he can.

—it wasn’t enough for him though, so miguel doesn’t waste a single second to jerk himself off again—his cum lubing his sensitive cock up with a generous amount of stickiness and slick.

—good morning, sir!

—(m/n), i thought i said that you can call miguel?

—oh… right! sorry, that completely slipped my mind. i must’ve forgotten.

—never stop forgetting, miguel muttered to himself, fucking his heavy cock into  the depth of your briefs.

—he loved the way you called him sir. it made him feel authoriative and only fueled his want and need to protect you—you and your weak body. 

—you’d be powerless if something were to happen to you, and the chances of that happening were well in your wits since you continued to insist on walking home.

—unbeknownst to you, every night miguel would follow you in the shadows—an undisclosed bodyguard of some sort—until you reached home.

—even then, he wasn’t fully relaxed because most crimes always took place domestically.

—he would watch you from below, through your window, for quite some time, making sure your parents’ house was a danger-free zone. 

—and it wasn’t until you took your pants off and began stroking yourself through those same blue briefs, that he was finally at peace. 

—fuck... miguel stopped fucking into your briefs to take another whiff of the fabric until his nostrils stung—a mixture of you and him together now. 

—the fabric clung around miguel’s cock as his thick cum was the only glue that pieced him and the presence of you together. 

—he would think back to how you would suck on two of your fingers as you stroked yourself to nothing but lewd thoughts—your eyes tightly closed to visualize your perverted mind into reality. 

—what are you thinking about? who are you thinking about? is it me? are you thinking about my cock?

—the air in his bedroom has gotten heavier, thick with sex as he sweated under the cloud of you fingering yourself with the clumsiest yet neediest precision.

—he spat on his to slick it up again—because he could go on for hours—replaying back to the night where he watched you completely juxtapose with the innocent image he had of you prior.

—your hips were lifted up, legs awkwardly bent back as you dug into yourself, working your hole open deeper with one, then two, then three fingers because—miguel was right. like a spell, you were thinking of him and his cock.

—he had to be big, you were so sure of it. the fact that you strained your neck from looking up at him was a telling sign that he was, as ignorant as that was.

—and you were practically drooling at the thought of his cock stuffing you with the most fulfilling amount of pain and pleasure.

—you’d want him to be ruthless with you and show no mercy as he couldn’t care less about the way you whimpered and cried out for him to stop.

—fucking you from behind as his strong arms held you in a headlock, applying pressure that would frighten a choke out of you.

—because you were nothing but his fuck toy.

—it was all overwhelming for miguel on that night, almost too good to be true and he had to squeeze his cock through his sweats to make sure this was reality.

—you would confirm that it was, with the image of you coming all over your chest and stomach, all to the pathetic plunging of your fingers.

—and miguel does too, coming powerfully, to the point of shudders running down his broad back, into a part of your briefs where it would hold your own dick because he wants his smell to be imprinted on you, inked deep into your flesh.

—until you smelled like his.

“You’re being childish Miguel. He’s a kid, you shouldn’t be so hard on him.” You scold, your condescending tone makes Miguel’s head hurt.

“He’s a mistake! He was never meant to be a Spiderman, and now, he’s gotten away.” He yells, baring his teeth as his fangs show.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a dick, he wouldn’t have ran!” You press, looking at him with those critical eyes.

“I’m doing my job! Maybe you should do yours! I doubt that calling your boss ‘a dick’ is helpful! Pendajo…” he says the last part under his breathe, his hands on his hips as his feet pick up the pace.

That was just one event, during meetings, ‘friendly’ conversations, stake outs, everything. You both just had to fight. Until Miguel had an epiphany of some kind. It was ridiculous, of course.

In the middle of another one of your fights, Miguel starting jabbing at your chest with one finger, and he let out a sentence that changes the entire mood.

“Why are you always dead-set on pissing me off? What? Do you want my attention that bad? Are you in love with me or something?!!!” The both of you froze, Miguel was even shocked at the words that came out of his mouth.

“H-huh?” You couldn’t even muster words, your face went red, and so did his, both of you just standing in a slightly horny silence. “I don’t. That’s stupid.” Your face is blushing like a tomato, and your tone isn’t convincing at all.

“Y-yes you do! You love me! Just admit it!” He yells back at you, his voice booming with embarrassment.

You scoff. “Well why do you want me to love you so bad! Are you in love with me?” You scream back at him, silence setting in again.

“…” Neither of you look at each other, instead stealing glances when you think the other isn’t looking, blushing when you inevitably make eye contact.

“W-well… one of us definitely loves the other. And it’s not me, s-so it’s you!” You yell at him, your face flushed.

“And how the hell do you suppose that!” He screams back, his fangs protruding from his mouth.

You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out, just a small squeak and you quickly close it. “…Then let’s do a test to see who loves who.” You say after a minute of silence. Miguel freezes, and so do you.

“…What would determine that?” He says, his voice cracking a little.

“…” You stay silent for a little longer, debating on whether or not you should share your great idea. “We could have, s-sex.” His eyes widen as yours look away, too embarrassed to see his reaction.

“T-that sounds… reasonable.” You look at him and now he looks away, the both of you blushing and angry. And now the both of you were awkwardly standing in the bedroom of his apartment, quickly taking of your clothes.

“I can’t believe you’re hard already! You must like me a lot, huh?” You jeer, knowing that you’re already twice as horny as he is. Oh shit, maybe you do like him.

“Cállete. This was your idea, maybe you only suggested that we have sex because you love me.”

Your eyes widen as you start to get defensive. “As if! You’re so difficult! And your voice gives me a headache! And-“

“I said shut up!” Miguel throws you onto the bed, and you yelp at the force. “Do I have to prep you?” He huffs, but you’re plenty soft, all you need is lube.

“…do you have lube?” He scoffs and lifts up your legs, revealing your eager hole to him. He spits on it, shoving a finger in it making you suck in a breathe and squeal.

“Good enough.” He brings your hips down and places the tip of his cock against it, pushing in slightly, moaning as your soft hole welcomes him. “Such a slutty pussy, and you say you don’t love me.” He groans as he pushes further inside of you, both of you moaning from the stretch.

Tears brim your eyes but you wipe them away, refusing to cry at the pleasure filling you. “Hah! You call this a cock? Y-you and your dick, are pathetic!” You spit out, your words laced with moans once you feel him bottom out.

“You’re the one getting impaled on this pathetic cock!” He roars and you can see saliva dripping from his mouth as he slams his cock into your hole. “Ay, fucking puta! Can’t help but clench around me!” His eyes are red and half lidded, his cheeks even redder.

You’re about to cum, and so is he, so you clench around him even harder, he was going to cum first. You were going to make him. Miguel had the same thought, he thrusts even faster, hitting all the spots you like as your toes curl and your insides spasm from pleasure. Both of your faces are red and sweaty, panting and moaning from over stimulation as you both cum, unfortunately, in unison. His load fills your insides to the brim, while you cum right on your stomach, covering yourself in white.

“Y-you… you definitely c-came first.” You stutter out, refusing to believe that Miguel could have possibly won.

“I think that’s a tie…” He says gruffly, panting and scowling as he tightens his already vice-like grip on your leg. “Guess this is a tie breaker.” He begins to thrust into you again, but you were far from ready.

Miguel thrusts into you, not hiding his anger. And neither are you, refusing to lose at whatever his ridiculous game was. You thrusted your hips into his, fucking yourself even harder on his cock, tightening as he batters your prostate with his stupidly huge cock. It’s thick and veiny, and it feels perfect inside of you, but you’ll never admit that.

“Do you seriously, think I’m going to cum… from that! Just cause you, got a big dick, doesn’t mean that you’re, good in bed!” You say between breathless moans, glaring at him while his cock slides in and out of you at a brutal pace, hammering your deepest parts until your vision goes white and you cum again. You lost, but neither of you think about that. Too focused on the sex to care anymore.

“You really, expect me to believe that, when you’re gaping around me like a whore?!” He yells, clearly trying to keep his moans under control while your insides flutter pleasurably around his length. He squeezes your legs, his claws digging into your calf as he thrusts harder, causing you to yell and moan from the over stimulation. You bounce into him harder, rolls your ass against his hips defiantly.

“Really? At least I’m a whore- you’re just a, a human dildo!” You choke and sputter, crying as you feel another orgasm wash through you, this time a clear liquid squirting out of your dick like a fountain. Miguel gnashes his teeth and thrusts into you even harder, and you can feel him fill you insides with another load. He groans as he twitches inside of you, visibly shaking as you keep rocking your hips into his, tightening your insides around his sensitive cock.

“Stop that! Puta dammit!” He digs his claws into your leg even harder before biting it harshly, pumping your leg full of his venom. “That should make you sit still, whore.” He spat out, glaring at the slight fear filling your face as you go slack in his arms. He keeps thrusting into you, his cum squelching out of your hole with every thrust, pushing it deeper inside of you until your stomach aches.

Miguel pulled back from the kiss with a sigh, his warm breath fanning against your face. “We’ll finish this later,” Miguel said, running a hand down the front of his suit when he stepped away. 

You couldn’t help but let out a noise of frustration. It had been a while since you had been physical with Miguel, and lately, it felt like the most action you had gotten was when you two sparred during training. 

You weren’t angry at Miguel, but you were finding it difficult to hide your frustration. The boners could also be quite difficult to hide too. Lately, it has only taken a few kisses and Miguel’s roaming hands for your cock to grow hard, so you always needed to make sure that spot was covered. 

“I know,” Miguel cooed before touching your cheek. His thumb ran along your bottom lip slowly, as if he was reminiscing on the seconds that just passed. “Later,” Miguel whispers before pulling his hand away. 

“Sir,” one of Miguel’s men said as he stepped into the room. The man all but ignored your presence as he give Miguel the stack of papers he was holding. You were grateful, grateful for your spider-sense that alerted you of his presence, and grateful that the man didn’t question why you slinked past him, one hand covering your crotch.   

-

It was a few weeks later before something substantial happened. Before then, it was the same quick kisses and hurried touches. At one point, you nearly thought you would finally find the release you craved when you woke up one morning to the feeling of Miguel’s erection against your ass, but you were only left hard and aching. 

When the time came, your first clue of knowing what was about to come was the energy Miguel brought into the room with him. When he burst into your bedroom, you could see the look in his eye was filled with excitement. 

“Good. You’re already undressed,” Miguel said lowly, almost like he was speaking to himself. 

“What?” You asked, letting out a breathy chuckle. 

It was early. Miguel had already left a few hours ago to start on the tasks he needed to do to keep the society he worked so hard to build up and running. You had just started pulling on your suit, only one leg in. 

The rest of your suit hung awkwardly from your naked body when Miguel pushed you face-first down into the bed. 

After letting out a grunt at the impact, your mouth hung open, but the words died on your lips when one of Miguel’s fingers traced your hole. 

“I just need a few minutes,” Miguel murmured, using his other hand to spread your cheeks. Something other than his fingers dug into the skin of your ass. It felt small and warm, already heated from the skin of Miguel’s palm. 

You nodded slowly, panting into the covers you had just made up. Your cock gave a twitch when Miguel stepped away and you heard the sound of the bedside drawer open. You knew exactly what he grabbed, and in only a few minutes, Miguel’s finger was back, this time coated in lube. 

Miguel’s fingers were already big, but after some time away, they felt even bigger. That’s why when Miguel was rushing to put a second finger inside, you couldn’t help but let out a groan of pleasure and pain. 

At the end of the sound, you felt Miguel’s lips at the back of your neck, trying to soothe the discomfort. He kissed a path to your ear before tracing his tongue up the shell. “This will help,” he whispered into your ear. 

You whimpered when Miguel pulled his fingers free. Your body tensed up, knowing that what you were about to get was even bigger. Or that’s what you expected. 

The device Miguel worked inside you was as thick as his two fingers. He pushed it until you felt the curved base on the outside of your hole. It was almost right on your prostate, rubbing just enough when you shifted that you could feel small sparks of pleasure. 

Miguel panted wetly against the back of your neck, and when you pushed your ass back into his solid weight behind you, trying to get the device right up against your prostate, he let out a groan. You could feel the weight of his cock trapped in his suit up against your ass, but when you tried to grind back into it again, Miguel flipped you over before he moved away. 

With slow movements, ones that you guessed were not to jostle the device, Miguel pulled you up from the bed and began pulling the rest of your suit on. You could feel his intense gaze roam over the parts of your body that were still naked. When his eyes landed on your half-hard cock when he got your other leg into your suit, they lingered, taking in the sight slowly. 

When Miguel dragged his eyes away and up to your face, you met his heated gaze with one of your own. There had already been many times the two of you had pulled your suits off to be closer to one another, so to be in a moment where Miguel was putting your suit on felt odd. 

“Later?” You asked once you were fully dressed. 

Something flashed across Miguel’s eyes before he shook his head. 

Your brows furrowed in confusion, but before you could question him, a low thrum of pleasure washed over you. 

Miguel held up a small remote, the color the same as the device currently vibrating inside you. 

“A vibrator,” you hissed, “are you trying to torture me?” You questioned. 

Miguel kissed away the pout that had appeared on your face, and pulled back with a smirk. “I told you, this is only to help you,” he answered before moving in for another kiss. 

Miguel left soon after that, looking how he always did when you saw him around the Spider Society: calm and collected but with that permanent scowl of his. 

It pissed you off. And the fact that you were pissed off only made you even more pissed off. It was the opposite of what a man with a vibrator brushing his prostate with every other step should feel, all things considered. 

You already had too many things to focus on throughout the day, so having to worry about others not seeing your half-chub all day was just a bonus. Your enhanced senses were on fire trying to anticipate when the vibrator would next come on. 

It helped to focus on other things, and when your mind wandered to a different topic, you could feel yourself start to relax. It only lasted a moment, given that what your mind was thinking about was how far of a range the remote had, which only had your mind looping back to what you were trying to avoid. 

The next time you see Miguel is when you’re in the cafeteria. There was an empty table calling your name, the perfect place to try and keep to yourself. You were only given a little while to yourself before Miguel made his presence known. 

When you felt that familiar feeling run through your body, your head snapped up from the plate your eyes were on, trying to pinpoint where Miguel was. You saw him walking to go get in line to get his plate of food, his expression stoic. 

You forced your eyes away, but not before they ran down his body and landed on his hand where you could see the remote peaking out between his fingers. 

You quickly tried to calm yourself by taking a sip of water, thinking that the cold liquid would help cool the warmth in your stomach. You were only able to take a few sips before the vibrations intensified, the last gulp choking you as you tried to drink as quickly as you could.

You slammed the glass down with a loud clatter as a coughing fit wracked your body. If you were trying to not draw attention, well you ended up doing the opposite. When you opened your eyes after your coughs subsided, sever spider-people looked at you in concern. Even Miguel’s eyes were on you, his calm expression broken as worry flashed through his eyes. 

You let out one last awkward cough, “I’m okay,” you said to the onlookers, sending a shaky smile in their direction. Your smile fell to a glare when your eyes landed on Miguel. You were just thankful that in the small moment of chaos, he turned the vibrations off.

You kept your eyes on him as you got up and left what you had on the table. You kept your glare until Miguel was the one who pulled his eyes away. Though you were annoyed, you couldn’t ignore the remnant of pleasure the device inside you had brought. 

The pleasure was easier to ignore as the day went on. There would be little spikes throughout the day when you would shift or move a particular way, but it was easier when the device was off. 

Miguel made it harder to ignore when you saw him again. Unlike seeing him in the cafeteria, the next time you saw him was set on your schedule. It was supposed to be a normal meeting with Miguel and the other people that had joined you on your last mission, but knowing that you had a vibrator deep inside you made going into the meeting nerve wracking. 

The moment you’ve sat down and relaxed, thinking that the meeting was going to go off without a hitch, you can feel the vibrations start up again. It’s higher in intensity than what you felt earlier, a feeling that quickly has your cock fattening up.

You shift around, trying to keep the vibrations off your prostate, but your attempt does the opposite. When the vibrations rub right up against your prostate, you have to cover your moan with a cough.  

The sound doesn’t draw the attention away from Miguel who stands at the front of the room. Covering up the noise was the least of your worries as you can feel another bubbling up under the surface. 

You let out a whimper, trying to keep the noise as quiet as you can. However, what pulls the attention your way was not the noise, but your movements as you try to shift the vibrations out of place. 

“He makes me a little nervous too,” Peter whispers from beside you. 

You glanced over, taking in Peter’s pink bathrobe. You knew it annoyed Miguel how Peter dressed, and you also knew how Peter knew it annoyed Miguel which is why he kept doing it. 

“You do a good job at-” you bring a hand down onto the table in front of you to grip the edge as the intensity goes up, “hiding it,” you finish, biting your lip harshly. 

“You okay?” Peter asks slowly, looking you over with concern.

“Stubbed my toe,” you flash Peter a shaky smile, “I just hate these tables,” you respond, bringing your other hand down to hit the table softly.  

You look away from Peter, not even waiting to hear his response. You’re too busy looking at Miguel, hoping he’ll see the look of desperation that’s settled over your face. 

Miguel leaves the vibrator on the same setting throughout the rest of the meeting, and by the time it’s over your cock is leaking into the confines of your suit. 

You jump when you feel a hand come down on your shoulder, “I hope your toe gets better,” Peter says, “I would watch out for the chairs too if I were you,” he finishes, leaving after sending you a smile and a pat to your shoulder.

The sound of the door closing is loud in your ears. Now alone in the room with Miguel, you watch as he steps up to when you’re sitting slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. 

You pull yourself from the chair and walk around the edge as Miguel takes his last few steps before he pulls you in with a hand at the back of your neck. 

The kiss on your end is messy and desperate. Miguel, the smug bastard, chuckles at your desperation. At the sound, you push your tongue into his mouth, running the tip over his sharp fangs before delving deeper.  

Your shaky hands find purchase in Miguel’s dark hair, pulling at the strands of hair, trying to show him how frustrated you’ve been. 

One of Miguel’s hands moves to wrap around your hips, the other goes to your ass to grip at the flesh tightly. He feels warm and solid, the presence you’ve been craving all day. 

“Miguel,” you whine against his mouth when he pulls away. 

Miguel stays close, grinding his hips forward, showing, that at least physically, he’s just as desperate as you are. “Here?” He asks, bringing his hips forward again. 

You didn’t know a table could feel so comfortable as you lay yourself out over it. Well, it wasn’t that comfortable, but you do anything and do it anywhere if Miguel was giving you the release you yearned for.   

Miguel grabbed your hips to lift the rest of your body onto the table. Unlike earlier in the day, Miguel pulled your suit off quickly. His hands traced down the warmth of your body as more of your skin was revealed to him. 

Your legs hand off the edge of the table, creating the perfect space for Miguel to make his way into. His fingers ignore your hard cock, instead going to pull the vibrator out slowly. It’s almost comical the way it vibrates in Miguel’s hand. 

Miguel tossed the vibrator away, pulling a small laugh from your mouth as it falls onto the floor. You couldn’t hear if the buzzing was loud enough to hear on the floor, your attention back on Miguel. 

The vibrator wasn’t very big, but it still left you feeling open and ready to be filled. Having to wait for so long has you shaking when Miguel leans down to press his lips to yours. With his hands on your hips, Miguel pulls your body down the table just enough that he can comfortably make his way down your body with his lips and then down onto his knees. 

When you open your eyes once the kiss is over, you can see that Miguel’s suit is gone. The sight makes your hands twitch, and you dig your fingers into the edge of either side of the table to keep from reaching out.

“Such a pretty cock, baby,” Miguel breathes when he’s up close and personal with your cock. He sucks at the head, just enough to lick up the salty liquid steadily leaking. He pulls off to move down to your balls to suck one of them into his mouth, “and these, so full for me,” he says after he’s let go of the first and moved to the second. 

Miguel is panting by the time he fully pulls away and rises back up onto his knees. He swoops down to press his lips to yours in a wet kiss. You both moan when your tongues meet and the salty flavor hits your tongue. 

Miguel pulls back when you feel the slick head of his cock at your hole. 

“Where did you get-” you start to ask, but Miguel cuts you off with another kiss. 

“Do you really want to know or do you want me to fuck you?” Miguel asks after he pulled away. 

Not liking the smug smirk he’s sending your way, you wrap your legs around his waist so you can pull the head of his cock in your hole. Miguel's smirk falls as his mouth hangs open as he moves his hips forward, sinking further and further inside. 

Though the vibrator brought you the pleasure that you craved, it wasn’t enough preparation for his cock. It burned, causing a steady ache as he pushed inside. However, it didn’t take long for that feeling to be taken over by pleasure when Miguel pulled out so he could thrust back inside.

Miguel set up a brutal pace, knowing how badly you both needed it. 

It took a few minutes for your body to adjust, but soon you were pushing your hips back into his thrusts, trying to get his cock back inside the second Miguel pulled out. 

You each let out loud moans that echoed throughout the room. You knew it was just the two of you in the room, but you hoped there was no one outside the door to the room you were in with how loud you both were being. 

You were almost annoyed when the feeling of your orgasm quickly approached. It was a long time coming since your last orgasm with Miguel, so you knew what you needed, but you weren’t quite sure if you were ready to be brought over the edge. 

It burned through your body, hitting you like a truck as you came in white messy spurts over your stomach. Your back arched off the table, your eyes falling closed as sparks of ecstasy danced behind your eyelids. 

Miguel came soon after, the grip he had on your hips tightened, the claws in his nails digging into your skin as he lost control. You felt the pinpricks of pain on the skin of your hips, but you were too focused on opening your eyes to watch Miguel come. 

The cock inside you stilled as Miguel filled you up with his wetness. You wanted Miguel to stay inside and not let his cum leak out, but you welcomed Miguel wholeheartedly into your arms as he collapsed on top of you. 

You ran your fingers through the sweaty strands of hair at Miguel’s nape as you came down from your orgasm. 

Miguel kissed whatever area of skin he could find. He let out a huff after pressing one last kiss to your heated skin, “we should probably go back to our room.”