Clueless

You let your head fall back against the pillow, your eyes already drifting closed as sleep begins to pull you back under again. It's only then, just as you're comfortable, that the next sound tears through your bedroom.

Your bedroom window, old and creaky, is slid open. The curtains stir as something, a big something, slips past them. There are no footsteps or creaks of the floorboards to prove it happens, just the rustle of the curtains as more breeze flies through.

"...P–Peter."

The name slips from your mouth before your mind has even fully caught up. It has to be him, he's the only person reckless enough to slip in at three in the morning, and the only one who would consider your fourteenth story window as a perfectly reasonable front door, despite having a key.

There's no response, so you reach for the lamp. A soft, yellow glow fills the bedroom, your eyes taking another second to adjust before immediately settling on the wall.

Peter's halfway up your bedroom wall, crouched close to the ceiling with his weight resting on his feet. He has one hand on the opposite wall, as if he needs it to keep him balanced.

He's still not turned to look at you, opting to watch the city through the gap the wind creates in the curtains. One shoulder in his suit has been ripped almost clean off, exposing bruised skin beneath streaks of drying blood. There's more dried blood along the side of his face, disappearing beneath his jaw and into the collar of his suit. Fresh crimson still trickles from a cut above his eyebrow, his curls clinging damply to his forehead.

You chew your bottom lip as you take him in. It's become the norm for him to crawl through your window at night after patrol, but never this late and never looking this banged up. Dating Spider-Man has its perks but now it brings you an uncomfortable swirl in your stomach.

"Pete?"

When he finally looks over to you, the breath in your throat catches. His eyes, usually so soft and brown when they look at you, are gone, replaced by darkness. You blink a few times, as if that will reset your sight and give you something more familiar.

It doesn't and your brow furrows. You've spent enough time looking into Peter's eyes to know every shade of brown that they could be in a different light. This wasn't that. The colour has been swallowed whole, replaced by a black glossy enough to catch the light from your bedside lamp.

Over time, you've learnt to just roll with the things that happen to and around Peter. Now, for the first time really, he's beaten, he's bloody, his eyes are pitch black, and he just stares at you.

It's probably one of the most unsettling things you've ever seen, which makes it deeply irritating that your first coherent thought is still 'God, he's attractive'.

"That's... new," you finally say.

His head tilts ever so slightly, the movement smooth enough that it reminds you he isn't entirely human, as if him clinging on your wall without a regard for gravity wasn't reminder enough.

"What happened, handsome?" You ask softly.

One corner of his mouth twitches at the nickname, it's barely a smile, but it's enough to loosen the knot that has been tightening in your chest from since you turned the light on.

"Suit yourself," you say.

The silence feels wrong on him. Usually, Peter feels silence the way other people breathe. He apologises, makes terrible jokes, and talks himself into circles until you have to interrupt him just to get a word in. Even after the worst patrols, he somehow finds the energy to ramble on about the criminal who threw a microwave at him or complain about New York's pigeons' vendetta against him.

Tonight, he just watches you. His gaze follows you as you kneel beside the bed and pull out the first-aid kit you stashed there for times like this. It tracks the movement of your hands while you sort through gauze and antiseptic, placing them on the bed.

"Come here."

This, he obeys immediately. Usually there's some sort of protest, "I'm fine." "You don't need to fuss." "It's not even my blood."

But today, he walks down the wall, each step carrying him lower until both feet settle quietly onto the carpet. He walks the short distance over to you, stopping close enough that you can smell the rain and city dust beneath the metallic tang of blood.

There's tiny cuts scattered across his jaw, already looking like they're healing. "You really got beat up, huh?"

He nods in response.

"The other guy look worse than you?"

Another nod.

"Good."

It's your turn to watch him, your eyes trailing down from where his hair is still damp to the way his muscles bulge out of his suit. A hum of approval slips past your lips, and the corner of Peter's mouth lifts again.

"Missed you." His voice is rough, quieter than usual, as though he hasn't spoken in hours. Knowing Peter, that is unlikely.

"I missed you too." You reach for the antiseptic. "Suit off, sit down."

It's a routine you've done time and time again. He's out of the suit in no time, then on your bed in only his boxers. His chest and stomach is no better than his face, scrapes and bruises littered across him.

You kneel between his open legs, soaking a cotton pad with antiseptic before lifting it towards the cut above his eyebrow. "This is going to sting."

Normally, he'd flinch before you'd enough touched him, already complaining about your bedside manner despite being the one who'd shown up at your window and begging you to take care of him with those puppy-dog eyes.

But, the antiseptic touches raw skin without so much as a wince or bad joke about how it hurts worse than anything he fought as an Avenger.

The furrow in your brow deepens for the second time today as you carefully clean his face. "Peter."

His black eyes flick briefly to your mouth before returning to your eyes. "What?"

"You've been staring at me for the past... I don't know. Like five minutes."

"I know." Is his simple response.

There's something in his voice that somehow manages to sound not quite like Peter but also entirely like Peter at the same time. A hint of brown peaks through his eyes as you study him.

You find yourself looking away first, pretending to concentrate on cleaning the cut along his jaw even though you've already wiped it clean.

When your thumb accidentally brushes against the corner of his mouth, any hint of brown disappears, replaced by pitch black again as there's a faint hitch in his breath.

The effects of his reaction rolls through your body in a way that you're not sure you can admit out loud. Although he doesn't show it, he's probably in pain, and the worry you'd had initially is very quickly being replaced by a burning desire.

"I think we're done."

You stand to throw the used cotton aside. The moment you try to leave, warm fingers close around your wrist. It's not tight enough to bruise, but it's enough to stop you in your tracks, to stop you from even thinking of pulling away.

The tug on your arm is done with hardly any force at all, but it still has you tumbling forward. Your hands land on his shoulders to steady yourself, and he lets go of your wrist only to settle one hand against your waist.

Lifting you with ease, he puts you on his lap.

For a brief second, he looks almost puzzled by the contact, as though some part of him is only catching up to what the rest of him decided several seconds ago.

As your fingers trace down the lines of his chest, over the faint bruising, his eyes drop to your chest, watching how your chest begins to rise and fall faster as your heart thuds in your chest.

His nipples are already erect, so perky and tempting and you can't help but slide your thumbs over them. It's as if the touch sparks something within him, his hands tighten on your waist, drawing you closer until there's barely any space between your bodies.

The streets of New York sound even more distant as the sounds of ragged breathing fills the room, it's all consuming and desire pools in your stomach without even being touched.

"Pete," you moan, and the restraint snaps.

Peter's hand cups the back of your neck, pulling you down to crash his lips to yours. It's not really a kiss, it's too messy and too desperate, and he groans in your mouth as your teeth accidentally catch the cut on his lip. Still, he doesn't pull away. In fact, he craves more.

His hands run over your back and then down to cup your ass, tilting your hips forward in an attempt to press you harder against him. He hums quietly against your mouth, the sound vibrating somewhere deep in his chest.

Somehow, he calms down enough that his lips move against yours in a way more resembling real kiss, his tongue sliding over yours. The motion has heat prickling under your skin and a throb blooming between your thighs. Your nails scratch at his back, adding to the collection of marks there.

Without breaking the kiss, Peter eases you both backwards. You barely notice you're being moved until you suddenly feel him, all of him, press against you. He arranges you so he's flat on his back, your knees on either side of his hips.

The thin fabric of your panties is damp in a way that you're sure he can feel through his boxers. He's done nothing so far to warrant that.

"Fuck," you groan against his mouth as you shift against him. The friction sending little sparks of pleasure through you, but not enough to satisfy the ache.

He pulls back just enough to look up at you. You could always tell what he was thinking through his eyes, but they're still black, probably darker than before if that's possible. But, the expression on his face gives you all the reassurances that his eyes can't.

"My senses are going crazy." It's the first sentence that was more than two words he's pulled together all night, so you sit up straight, looking down at him. He closes his eyes, drawing in a deep and ragged breath. "Fu-. You smell so..."

The praise went straight to your core, more wetness dampening your panties and Peter whimpered.

He didn't open his eyes immediately, taking another long, shuddering breath of air as if your scene was an intoxicant he couldn't get enough of.

Shifting in his lap, you grind down against him with as much pressure as you could manage. His hands on your hips twitched, his fingers digging into your skin with enough pressure that you knew it would bruise tomorrow. Good.

His eyes lock on to yours, the void in his gaze terrifying in a way that only made you ache more. "I can hear your blood rushing. I can feel... no, I can smell how warm and wet you are."

Leaning forward, you drag your chest against his bare skin until your noses almost brush.

"So, then you know I'm ready for you." You kissed the bottom of his jaw, where a bruise has formed. "I'm begging for it." Another kiss and shift against him. His full body tremors underneath you. "I need you."

Before you can blink, his hand flies up to wrap around the back of your neck, and then the room spins. Peter's over you in an instant, pressing his erection against your core.

There's a wet patch on his boxers where his precum has pooled and each roll of his hips coats his boxers as it glides over your damp panties.

"Fuck... Pete."

Your nails find their way to his back again, leaving him with marks that you know he'll appreciate in the mirror in the morning.

Peter whimpers, hair flopping over his face and eyes half-lidded as he moves faster against you. You reach up, thumb flicking over his nipples in time with his grinds against you. Electricity runs through his veins at every wipe.

"I-I'm not- I'm close already," he stutters, his dick twitching in his boxers.

"But I want you inside of me," you all but whined.

"Okay, yes."

If you weren't as aroused as you are now, you would have laughed at the unnecessary acrobatics as he jumps back to pull your panties off in one swoop. The cold air hits your soaked folds, and his throat bobs as he watches the way it glistens in the light.

"Hurry up," you begged, legs closing slightly. It was a silly thing to feel so self-conscious in front of the man who's been between your legs more times than you could count, but he's also not seen you this desperate before.

He stands to pull his boxers down, a soft moan escaping his lips as the fabric catches on his sensitive tip. He turns to look at you as you swallow hard. His dick is beautiful, slightly curved and thick in a way that fills you up completely every time. It's flushed a pretty pink at the tip. Your tongue moves in your throat, craving the feeling of how heavy it would feel on you.

Settling between your legs again, Peter spreads your legs wide. He rubs the tip of his length through your slick folds, his precum and your arousal mixing. He uses the tip to circle your clit with extra pressure, and you cannot help the grind of your hips.

Peter taps his dick on your clit once, then once again, running it through your folds again.

Your hands hook under the backs of your thighs, pulling them to your chest and exposing yourself to him. "Peter, please."

"I'm sorry, baby," he coos.

Just the tip is eased past your hole, and it's enough for your mouth to go slack, eyes rolling back as the stretch burns so well. He continues to push in slowly, face scrunched as your walls wrap around him like a specialised glove.

Every ridge, every vein, and every pulse drags hits against the walls of your pussy. He fills you up completely, thick and veiny, and neither of you move for a moment, too lost in the feeling.

"Won't last long," he grits out.

Sweat already beads at his forehead. Sex with Peter is usually a stamina war, he goes rounds and rounds before even tiring. But whatever's happened to him has heightened his senses in a way that he cannot yet control, the feelings overwhelming him to the point of almost overstimulation.

"That's okay, take what you need."

He begins to move, pulling out so just the tip is left in before pushing back forward. He finds the right angle immediately, hitting against your spot and making your toes curl.

Without missing a thrust, Peter grabs hold of your ankles, using them to spread your legs further. The new angle has you both sighing, moans mixing in the room with the sounds of his skin clapping against yours.

"Feels s'good, s'tight," he groans. "Touch... self."

Three of your fingers immediately find your clit, circling with the pressure that you know you like. It only takes a few tightly pressured circles for the first waves of your orgasm to shake through your body.

Peter watches your body arch as your orgasm hits you in full force. You clench around him and that combined with the pure ecstasy on your face has him burying himself deep inside of you, giving you a few more frantic thrusts before he's whimpering and groaning, his nerve endings going haywire.

Seconds later, he's shooting hot, ropey cum into you. He falls forward but keeps his body hovering over yours. Your hands cup his cheeks, pressing kisses to his face as you both come down from your highs. He mumbles praises to you between kisses, making your heart squeeze.

"Feeling better, Pete?" You ask.

"Yeah, thanks to you," he sighs. He sits back on his heels, still buried inside of you.

As you watch him, his eyes slowly clear of the black, his soft brown eyes finding yours.

Today, you had a goal, though it wasn’t very clear even to you. Something about the smell of the ocean made you want to follow it. Your shoes scuffed against the sidewalk as you made your way toward the harbor, your hands fiddling with the hem of your sweater.

---

The sun was warm on your face as you wandered the streets of Seahaven. Your steps were light, your movements slightly uncoordinated as you hummed to yourself, captivated by the picture-perfect world around you. Seahaven always felt safe, like a dream. It was bright and cheerful, just like the cartoons you loved watching when you could find a TV.

That’s when you saw him.

A man stood by the water, staring out at the horizon. His shoulders slumped slightly, and he seemed... sad. You weren’t sure why, but the sight of him made your heart ache. Without thinking, you walked up to him.

“Hello!” you said, your voice light and soft.

The man turned, startled by your sudden appearance. He blinked at you, his blue eyes narrowing slightly, as if trying to place you.

“Hi,” he said, a bit cautiously. Then, after a pause: “I don’t think I’ve seen you before. Are you new here?”

You tilted your head, your brows furrowing in confusion. “No... I don’t think so. I’ve been here... um... forever, maybe?” You giggled nervously, tugging on your sweater. “I’m not good at remembering.”

Truman’s smile softened. “That’s okay,” he said kindly. “I’m Truman.”

You grinned at him, your nervous energy settling a bit. “I’m Y/N.”

Up in the control room, Christof froze as he watched the screen.

“Who is that?” he demanded, pointing at your figure as you stood beside Truman.

“Uh... we don’t know, sir,” one of the assistants stammered, pulling up files. “She’s not in the cast list.”

“She’s not supposed to be there,” Christof said sharply. “Get her out. Now.”

“Wait,” another voice interjected. “The ratings are climbing.”

Christof’s eyes narrowed. He watched as Truman spoke to you, his body language open and curious. The viewers, it seemed, were eating it up.

“Fine,” Christof muttered after a long pause. “She stays. For now. But keep a close eye on her.”

Over the next few days, you and Truman became fast friends. He was endlessly patient with you, answering your sometimes odd or repetitive questions and laughing at your unintentionally funny remarks.

“You’re so nice,” you told him one day, sitting on the grass in the park. You were pulling apart a dandelion, your fingers clumsy but gentle.

Truman chuckled. “Thanks, Y/N. You’re nice too.”

You beamed at him, your smile bright and unguarded. “I don’t have many friends,” you admitted softly, glancing down at the pieces of the dandelion in your hands. “People think I’m... um... different.”

Truman’s smile faltered slightly. “Different isn’t bad,” he said after a moment. “Sometimes, I think being different is the best thing you can be.”

Your eyes lit up at his words. “Really?”

“Really,” he said firmly.

What Truman didn’t tell you—what he was still trying to figure out himself—was that you were the first person in Seahaven who felt truly real. Everyone else in his life followed a pattern, a script, but you... you were unpredictable. It was like you didn’t belong here, and that made him question everything even more.

In the control room, Christof observed your interactions with growing unease. You were an anomaly, a crack in the perfect facade he had built. Yet, the viewers adored you. They loved your sweet, childlike demeanor, your unfiltered honesty, your gentle way of connecting with Truman.

“Sir, they’re gaining traction,” one of the assistants said, showing him the latest ratings. “People are calling her ‘The Real Stranger.’ They think she’s part of Truman’s journey to self-discovery.”

Christof’s jaw tightened. He didn’t like the disruption, but he couldn’t deny the numbers. “Keep her in,” he said reluctantly. “But keep a tight leash on her movements.”

One evening, as the two of you walked along the beach, Truman turned to you, his expression serious.

“Y/N,” he said, “do you ever feel like something’s... off about this place?”

You looked at him, your head tilting in that way you often did when you were trying to process a question. “Off? Like... weird?”

“Yeah,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Like it’s not real. Like everyone’s... pretending.”

You frowned, your hands fiddling with the shell you’d picked up earlier. “I don’t know,” you said honestly. “I don’t really think about stuff like that.”

Truman sighed, but he didn’t seem frustrated. Instead, he smiled at you—a small, grateful smile. “Maybe that’s a good thing,” he said. “Maybe I think too much.”

You giggled, and the sound was like a balm to his frayed nerves. “Maybe I can do the thinking for you! I’m good at noticing fun things. Like... look!” You held up the shell triumphantly. “It’s a tiny house for crabs!”

Truman laughed, shaking his head. “You’re something else, Y/N.”

---

The beach was quiet, the sun setting over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. You walked barefoot along the shoreline, the sand soft and cool beneath your feet. Truman followed a few steps behind, hands in his pockets, his gaze shifting between you and the endless expanse of water.

He had never been particularly fond of the ocean. It wasn’t just the water; it was something deeper—an unease rooted in memories he tried not to dwell on. But you seemed to love it, and that intrigued him.

“Do you come here often?” he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

You nodded enthusiastically, turning to face him as you walked backward, your movements unsteady but free. “I like how it moves! It’s like the water’s dancing, but also... not. It’s just... there.”

Truman chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s one way to look at it.”

Without warning, you darted toward the waves, giggling as the water lapped at your ankles. “It tickles!” you exclaimed, looking back at him with wide eyes.

Truman smiled, but his feet remained firmly planted on the dry sand. “You’re braver than me,” he admitted.

“Brave?” you tilted your head, genuinely puzzled. “It’s just water! Come try!”

“I’m good here,” he said quickly, taking a step back as the tide crept closer.

You frowned, your expression softening into concern. “Are you scared?”

Truman hesitated, his gaze dropping to the ground. “It’s complicated,” he said quietly.

You didn’t press further, sensing his discomfort. Instead, you waded deeper into the water, your laughter carrying back to him as you splashed around.

Up in the control room, Christof watched the scene with growing interest.

“What is she doing?” one of the assistants murmured.

“She’s spontaneous,” Christof replied, his tone almost grudgingly admiring. “She’s giving him something no one else has: unpredictability.”

The cameras zoomed in on Truman, capturing every flicker of emotion on his face as he watched you.

“Come on, Truman!” you called, your voice bright and encouraging. “The water’s nice!”

“I think I’ll just watch,” he said, trying to sound casual.

But you weren’t having it. Wading closer to the shore, you held out your hand to him, your smile sweet and unwavering. “I’ll be here. You don’t have to go far, just a little. I’ll help, promise!”

Truman hesitated, torn between his fear and your earnestness. Something about the way you looked at him, so full of trust and warmth, made him take a tentative step forward.

The first touch of the water against his shoes made him flinch, but you didn’t let go of his hand. “See? Not so bad!” you said softly, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

He took another step, and then another, until the waves lapped at his knees. His breath came quicker, his heart pounding in his chest, but your presence grounded him.

“You’re doing so good!” you cheered, your delight genuine. “Look! The water likes you!”

Truman laughed shakily, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit. “I don’t think water can like anyone.”

“Sure it can,” you said matter-of-factly. “It likes you because you’re here. And I like you too, so that’s double nice.”

He looked at you, his heart swelling at your innocent words. “Thanks, Y/N,” he said quietly.

For the first time in years, he felt the faintest flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he could face his fears—with you by his side.

When he finally aligns himself with your cunt and shoves his way in, he groans at the resistance. "Give it a second," he would say through clenched teeth, eyebrows pinching together. He fucks into you anyways, ignoring your pained whines. Once you adjust to his size and give up on trying to get him to stop, your body relaxes just a bit and your pussy forms a precious little creamy ring around his cock, slicking him up nice and good. "What'd I say, huh? Always getting wet for me."

Porn-brained Deep who grows obsessed with the idea of choking you during sex. 

The girls in the videos he watches love it, so he tries it without warning. At first, his hand just wraps around your throat enough to hold you in place, keeping you anchored against the bed while he pummels his cock into you. 

Unfortunately, he did zero actual research on safe breathplay and pushes down further on your throat, nearly crushing your windpipe. He sees the way you squirm and assumes it's because of how much you love it, so he adds his other hand, stupidly unaware of how strong he actually is. 

"Fuck, your face is getting so red, baby. Must really like this." He shoves his tongue into your breathless mouth, stealing what little bit of air you have left. "Didn't know you were such a freak."

Porn-brained Deep who is personally offended when you can't squirt for him. 

He takes it as a slight against him, as if he isn't fucking you well enough. He thinks squirting is just the female equivalent of ejaculating, so when you tell him you came but he didn't see you squirt, he thinks you're lying to save his feelings and he doesn't like that one bit.

He's folded your legs to your chest, pushing them the farthest they can go. One hand is planted on your lower belly, pushing down on where his cock is hitting, and the other is abusing your clit. "I'm not fucking pathetic, I don't need you to lie to me. I can make you cum whenever I want," he would say, mostly to himself, as you are a lost cause—nothing but a sobbing mess at this point. 

"Can't do it anymore," you managed to shriek, feeling your eighth orgasm creep down your spine. It's not enough for him. It's not real if he can't see it. "Please, no more! F—fuck!"

He clamps his hand over your mouth to shut you up and lifts your lower body up with his other hand. This angle lets him hit even deeper, abusing the spot that aches for him. He's also managing to hit your bladder, too, though, and with each thrust, little sprays of piss leak out of your sore cunt. 

"That's it," he would goad, pulling his dick out and smacking it against your sopping pussy. "You're gonna keep fuckin' squirting for me until I'm done. You've been holding out on me."

Porn-brained Deep who treats you like a doll.

He moves you in any position he wants, pulling and shoving you like you're weightless. If he wants you face down and ass up, then that's how he'll maneuver you. He rips your legs apart without a care, sliding himself between your thighs like it's his rightful place. 

"Take it," he would coo. "Every inch, now. Don't squeeze me out."

He's rooted behind you, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, slamming into you at a murderous pace. When you try to catch your breath and lift your head, he smothers your face back into the pillow, using his foot on the back of your head. 

He degrades you physically and praises you verbally, giving you whiplash and keeping you dizzy, drenched, and dumb on his cock.

Porn-brained Deep who doesn't let you swallow his cum. 

When you blow him, he refuses to let you swallow. That's too clean, he wants you messy. 

Sometimes, he makes you slowly drool it out so he can watch it pool down your neck and chest. 

Sometimes, he wants you to blow bubbles with it, drooling over his balls and slicking them up with his own diluted cum. 

Sometimes, he kisses you right after and steals his own cum from your mouth, swishing it around with his saliva before spitting it back out onto your face with a dazed smirk. 

Most of the time, though, he takes hold of your hand, brings it to your own mouth, and tells you to spit. He lets go of your wrist and nods. You know exactly what to do.

You bring the messy hand to your cunt and smear it all over, coating your folds with his cum. 

"Don't forget—yeah, good," he would hum, watching you shove your cum covered fingers into your hole. "Good girl, that's right. Fuck it back inside."

Porn-brained Deep who forces you to watch videos with him.

"See that? Don't you wanna be a nasty girl just like her?"

Cum funnels, gangbangs, anal, double penetration, all of it. Anything sick, perverted, or icky is his holy grail. 

He slowly pets your pussy, mentally taking note of which scenes make your panties wetter and which ones make your clit throb under his touch. When a video of a woman tied up to the bed pops up, a vibrator assaulting her helpless cunt, he feels your pussy twitch. 

"Yeah?" He looks over at you, an eyebrow raised. "You like that?" He rubs you more purposefully, focusing on your swollen clit. 

You yawned as you stretched your arms above your head. The sound of the water spraying from the showers was music to your ears-your body worn and grimy from the recent mission. You pushed open the door and padded inside, your steps heavy with exhaustion. All you had on your mind was taking a quick shower and slipping beneath your covers. Billows of steam rushed towards you as you opened the double doors. You headed towards your locker and paid no mind to the other bodies wandering about the room. You furrowed your brows when the combination didn’t work. You frowned as you tried again. Nothing. You flinched when a distinctly male voice cleared his throat behind you.

“Think you’re in the wrong room, lovie”.

Your eyes widened as you slowly turned around. Your blood ran cold. Your lieutenant, Ghost, was standing in front of you with crossed arms, his bulging muscles still dripping with hot water. You blushed when you realized he wasn’t wearing his mask. His face was rugged and littered with scars, an obvious sign of him living through years of combat. Your heart began to race as he took one step closer. You couldn’t tear your eyes away when they wandered down to see his girthy cock hanging between his legs. You bit your lip when you caught a glimpse of it twitching to life. Ghost was only a few feet in front of you as his arms fell to his sides.

“What’re you doin’ in ‘ere, hm, Sergeant?” he mused with a raised brow. His shadow swallowed you whole as you tried to look away. You swallowed a lump in your throat, gripping the towel you held in your arms.

“I-I’m sorry. It was an accident-truly,” you stammered as you felt heat rise to your cheeks. Your eyes flicked around the room to look anywhere but at him, only to lock eyes with the other men. Your knees felt weak as they all stood there staring at you and your flimsy cover-up. You felt your breath punched out of your lungs when you realized they were just as stark naked as Ghost. Your lips parted as your mind began to buzz with a whirlwind of emotions.

You were embarrassed beyond belief…and yet, you couldn’t help but feel the intoxication of pure lust coursing through you. Your blood ran cold when you saw your very own Captain in the same room: his stormy, sea green eyes piercing into you as he gave a wry grin. You felt dizzy as you tried to brace yourself against the lockers, clenching your legs together. Ghost chuckled as he slid his hand beneath your chin, tilting it up so you could meet his gaze.

“You sure it was an accident? Cause the way you're shifting your cute little thighs together tells me otherwise,” he muttered, his hot breath fanning over your neck. A small moan left your lips as his lips raked across your skin. He looked back up at you, his mahogany eyes dripping with pure desire. “Tell us what you want, love,” Ghost murmured, his hands falling to delicately brush over your hips.

Us?

Your eyes were as wide as saucers as you looked around the room. All of the 141's cock’s seemed to twitch and throb to life. Your mouth nearly snapped open when you saw a towering man, who you assumed to be König, pawing at his massive length. Was this really happening? You whined when Ghost peppered your neck with open mouth kisses. A rush of heat struck through your core as he suckled over your pulse, then licked across the blooming hickey. You swallowed thickly before parting your lips.

“I-I want you…all of you,” you squealed when Ghost suckled another hickey onto your neck. He parted from your neck and nipped at the shell of your ear. Your body trembled at the prospect of having every one of your holes stretched and pumped full of cum while you jerked two other men off with your smaller hands. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as Ghost sank his teeth into your neck. You gasped as he flattened his tongue over the throbbing bite mark.

“Gonna take our sweet time with you-right lads?” he rumbled before kissing up your jaw. You heard the men grunt in agreement, their voices falling onto your ears like a melody. You felt lost in your own emotions as they tumbled and crashed together. You squeezed your legs even tighter as Ghost pulled his head up and gave you a soft smile. Your heart cracked at the sight-you were so used to seeing his macabre visage that his expressions seemed lost to you.

“Can’t wait to see how good that pussy feels,” he said before stealing a slow, tender kiss from your lips. The distinguished sound of a door locking felt numb to your ears as the taste of your lieutenant flooded your mouth. It was slightly minty with a hint of tobacco, the flavors blending together as both of you slung your tongues together. You sighed into the kiss as his hands worked to peel your towel off of your trembling body. You felt goosebumps bloom across your body as the fabric fell to the floor.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” Ghost breathed, admiring your body. You blushed furiously before he dove back in, his hands gently massaging your hips. Your eyes shot open when another rugged body came up behind you and sandwiched you together. You turned to see Soap beaming at you with his usual, cheeky grin.

“Mind if I have the first go?” he whispered as he licked your jawline. You keened at the feeling of his hot member twitching against your ass.

“P-Please,” you sighed while nodding your head. Ghost remained still for a moment, though decided to step back, admiring the view before him as he gripped his own girthy cock. A deep rumble rose from Soap’s chest as his hands slowly came up your sides. You gasped as they landed on your breasts.

“So fuckin’ soft,” he murmured. You felt arousal start to leak between your legs as he slowly tweaked your sensitive nipples between his rough fingers. You arched your back, pushing your butt further into his hips. The movement caused his dick to slip between your thighs, his head just barely poking out from the front of them.

“Please, Johnny,” you mewled. Soap moaned at the sound of his real name as his hands spread over your tits. You went to spread your legs. A whimper left you as you felt him harshly squeeze your breasts.

“Keep your legs together,” Soap ordered with a husky growl. You nodded before throwing your head back, letting it fall on his sturdy shoulder. Soap pressed kisses up your neck as he began to slowly push and pull his cock between your thighs. He groaned as your cunt coated his thick length with your juices.

“Mm, that’s it,” the man groaned as he kneaded your breasts. Your mind became more fuzzy as he added another bite mark to your shoulder. “That’s my good lass,” he lilted. You felt your walls clench as the head of his cock continuously breached through your slick folds. Soap grunted as his thumbs flicked your hard nipples, his hot mouth enveloped over your shoulder in a wet kiss.

“Christ, Soap-hurry up,” Gaz whined. You gazed up at the man with half-lidded eyes. Gaz stared at you with a similar expression, his nostrils flaring as he squeezed his leaking dick in his hand. Your eyes squeezed shut when Soap’s hand fell down and began to rub meticulous circles around your swollen nub.

“Ah, don’t stop,” you whined. Your knees buckled when you felt Soap pinch your clit. He wrapped his arm around your torso, pressing your back flush against his broad chest. You felt like you were being rocked by an ocean of bliss as he started to buck into you at a hungry pace.

“‘M not gonna stop-not when you feel this fuckin’ good,” Soap groaned. The sound of your slick movements stoked the fire growing in the pit of your belly. You mewled as Soap drew faster circles around your clit. “C’mon-cum with me, bonnie,” he moaned with a sharp snap of his hips. You gasped as the cord inside of you snapped violently. You arched your back as a white-hot wave of ecstasy washed over you.

The feeling of Soap’s cock twitching beneath you only prolonged your blissful contractions. He coated your thighs with rope after rope of his cum, the warmth dribbling down to your knees as you writhed in pleasure. Soap kissed your cheek as his cock began to soften between your legs. You panted as your high dissipated.

“Look so cute when you cum over my cock, hen,” Soap praised as he still held you close. He kissed your temple before slowly backing away from you, his hands protectively placed on your hips. You stared into his deep blue eyes before you felt a new pair of warm hands . You gazed behind you, meeting a pair of chocolate brown eyes.

“‘Scuse me, love,” Gaz gave a wry grin as he laid himself down on the hard surface. You mirrored his expression as you sat on top of him, angling yourself to take his cock. He clicked his tongue.

“Not quite what I had in mind,” Gaz said as he grabbed your hips. You gasped as he spun you around, your dripping cunt hovering just above his mouth. Your eyes grew wide at the sight of his thick cock twitching right in front of your face. Your breath stuttered as you heard Gaz smack his lips, his hot breath cascaded over your folds.

“H-Holy shit,” you whispered. Your hands flew up to brace Gaz’s thighs as he slipped his mouth over your cunt. You moaned, a jolt of electricity shooting through your core. You took several deep breaths as he moved his tongue back and forth, writing out his name across your slit. You took a few deep breaths before slowly sinking your mouth around his shaft.

Gaz groaned as he swiped at your folds while you bobbed your head up and down his length. He was thicker than you imagined-his girth stretching out your jaw more than any other man you’ve been with. The taste of his salty-bitter precum danced over your tongue as you swirled your wet muscle around his head each time you came back up.

“Yeah, that’s it baby,” he murmured into your pussy before taking your clit between his lips. Your hands clenched around his thighs as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive nub.

“Gaz, fuck,” you whined, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the head of his cock. The sergeant chuckled before thrusting his tongue inside of your quivering hole. You sucked in a sharp breath through your nose before angling your head to take him in deeper, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

Both of you moaned and panted as you ate each other like starved wolves. The vibrations from Gaz’s voice sent ripples of arousal straight into your core. You released a breathy sigh around his dick as he slipped his tongue out and slid one of his digits inside of you. You shifted your hips over Gaz’s face as he stroked you tenderly, his finger reaching and caressing your g-spot. You heard him emit a low growl as his cock twitched inside of your wet cavern.

You moaned his name as he gave a harsh suck to your clit, your second high tearing you in half. Your whole body grew tense as his cock was lodged deep in your throat. You gasped as you felt something warm spill into your mouth, his cum draining down your esophagus. His brows furrowed as your walls clenched around his finger, sucking him in eagerly.

As your high began to fade, you slowly pulled your lips off of his length. You made sure to keep your lips tightly wound together, carefully holding his seed inside your mouth. He smoothed his hands over your hips, raising them before he gasped out for air. It made you wonder if he wanted to suffocate as he devoured your cunt. The thought made a small shiver course through you.

“Fuck me, (Y/N). That was incredible,” Gaz gasped between heavy breaths. You smiled sheepishly before turning so he could see your slightly swollen cheeks. His lips parted as you audibly swallowed his cum. You grinned as you stuck out your tongue. No trace of white was left. “Bloody hell,” he shuddered.

You smiled as the man guided you to rest on his chest. You closed your eyes and caught your breath, the afterglow of your orgasm warming you from head to toe. Just as you felt your heart rate steady, a shadow crossed over you. You cracked an eye open to see your Captain looming above you, his thick hand pumping at his red-hot length.

“Believe I should’ve gone first-bein’ your Captain and all,” Price muttered. Gaz huffed as he helped you off of him, guiding you to sit up while he slid off the bench. You gazed up at Price with the biggest doe-eyes you could pull, though it seemed futile when you were shoved onto your stomach. You winced as his calloused hands kneaded at the flesh of your hips. You turned your head slightly to see your Captain leaning on the bench with one knee, his other leg balancing himself on the tiled floor. He raised a thick brow as he continued to jerk himself off.

“Think you should be disciplined, Sergeant. You’ve walked into the men’s locker room like a naughty girl,” Price grunted. You cried out as he laid a smack against your ass. He groaned as he watched it jiggle, a red mark staining your bum. You felt your heart race when he grabbed your asscheeks in his hands, spreading them apart.

The man shoved two of his fingers into his mouth before releasing them with a wet “pop”. You moaned as he circled your puckering asshole with his digits. Your hands flew in front of you to grab the edges of the bench as he moved to massage your ass with one hand, the other slowly dipping into your hole.

“Say it-say what a naughty girl you’ve been,” Price commanded as he pumped his fingers into you. You gurgled incoherently, your mind intoxicated from two mind-shattering orgasms and the feeling of him stretching your hole wide open. You lunged forward as he smacked your bum again, this time leaving another red mark.

“I-I’m a naughty girl,” you keened, shaking your ass as he thrusted his digits inside with a sudden squelch. “A-And I need to be disciplined,” you batted your lashes. Price growled before curling his fingers inside of you.

“Damn right, you do,” he huffed with a small smirk. You jolted forward as he suddenly shoved his length into your asshole, molding your insides the shape of his cock. Your mouth snapped into a tight “o” as you felt yourself being stretched out by your Captain, inch by delicious inch.

“So fuckin’ tight-Christ,” he grunted as his hips became flush with your raw ass. You moaned at the tightness before he slid himself out, leaving his head inside. Your fingers curled around the bench as he pistoned into you, his hands bruisingly gripping your waist. “Love how your hole stretches around me,” Price rumbled. You felt tears prick at your eyes, the sensations overwhelming you from head to toe. You yelped as he laid another slap to your ass.

“Fuck-I want to see you, love-but this arse just feels too fuckin’ good,” he hissed between gritted teeth. You arched your back as he grabbed your hair, pulling on it while he shoved a few fingers into your mouth. You instinctively suckled on them, tasting the saltiness of his sweat. You jolted when his other hand laid a sudden smack to your cunt, your slick spraying across his hand.

“I’m so close,” he grunted. Your head rolled to the side as your third orgasm washed over you, sending a shockwave through your core. Price growled as he slammed his hips into you. Your entire body lit on fire as he filled up your insides. It was an entirely new sensation-though it was one you could certainly get used to. He patted your thighs before slipping off of you, his rough palms lingering on your waist. Your limbs felt like they were full of lead as you tried to stand up, only to remain prone on the bench.

“Steamin’ Jesus, Price-I think you broke her,” Soap gaped. You blinked lazily before being pulled into two strong arms. You looked up to see an unfamiliar face above you. You gave a small smile as you recognized the pair of icy blue eyes that gazed down at you softly. The tip of a water bottle was pressed to your lips and you greedily slurped up the cold liquid.

“Ah, the little Maus just needed a break,” König cooed. You tapped his wrist, letting him know you were done with your drink. You smacked your lips when he pulled it away from you. You sighed and nuzzled your face into his rugged stomach as he gently rocked you in his arms, your naked body resting on his sturdy lap. His hand caressed your red cheek as he leaned down, kissing your forehead.

“Do you think you can handle any more, Schatz?” the Austrian murmured. You stared at him, eyes half-lidded and body shaking with overstimulation.

“Y-Yes,” you rasped out. König’s brows knitted together.

“If you’re feeling too tired, we don’t have-” He gasped when you straddled his hips, legs clumsily wrapping around his back. He moaned as you kissed him deeply, your pussy lips gliding over his massive length.

“I want to,” you said resolutely. König beamed before pressing his forehead to yours.

“Turn around for me then, Kätzchen,” he commanded gently with a pat on your waist. You smiled as you spun around, making sure to rake your ass against his abs. You could feel the rumble in his chest as you spread your limp legs over his. He muttered sweet phrases in German as he slipped his hand down towards your heat. You shivered against him as he spread your labia apart with his thick fingers. Your cunt was a mess of slick and cum that dribbled down from your asshole. He groaned as he felt around your puffy folds and swollen clit.

“Gonna take it nice and slow, ja?” König soothed. You nodded and relaxed as he slipped a finger into your hole. You gasped at how just one finger filled you up, your walls mush around the ridges of his digit. König grunted as he began to slowly pump his finger inside of you, his other hand massaging your bundle of nerves. You moaned as he played with your pussy, his movements calm and gentle. You gasped when the pad of his finger brushed against your g-spot. “Are you alright, Kätzchen?” he asked. You nodded, curling your hands around his wrists.

“Yes-you feel so good, Kö. Making me feel so good,” you praised. König grinned before he added another finger into your cunt, stretching you out wonderfully. His movements grew a bit faster as his thumb flicked and stroked at your clit. You gasped when his fingers were replaced with his cock. Your eyes nearly crossed as you felt his immensely thick shaft split you down the middle.

“Meine,” was all he could rasp out before he gently bucked into your heat. You moaned when you saw his head bulge beneath your stomach. You could feel your body melting in his touch. He continued to swirl his finger around your nub as he bounced you on his cock, his voice cracking with every moan and pant that left him. Despite his gargantuan size, he was handling you like you were made of porcelain. Your eyes glazed over as you felt yourself tense again. König whined as your walls constricted around him.

“König-I’m gonna cum,” you mewled. He rumbled before pistoning his hips up into your heat.

“Fuck-me too,” he gasped out. Both of you moaned at the same time as your walls contracted around him. He stilled inside you, your cunt milking his cock dry. You whined as you felt his cum gush out of your pussy, flooding his lap. The rush of liquid never seemed to end as he slowly pulled you off his length. He peppered your face with soft kisses before giving you another sip of water.

“You did so well for me, meine Schatz,” he praised while stroking your cheek with his thumb. You smiled at him sleepily before he receded back. You glanced above you to find Ghost standing tensely, his cock cherry red and ready to burst. He grabbed a towel lying on the floor and helped you up. You sighed as you were laid back down on the soft fabric, his palms stroking over your shaking legs.

“How you feelin’, lovie?” Ghost asked softly. You felt your voice die in your throat as he gazed at you with his gentle, brown eyes. Eyes you’ve seen full of a quiet rage countless times in combat.

“I think…I can do one more,” you puffed out. Ghost hummed as he adjusted his hips.

“Atta girl,” he praised. You smiled up at him as he slid his cock inside, pushing some of König’s cum out of your hole. You melted as he thrusted into you, gently massaging your tender breasts. “Been wantin’ you for so long-fuck-you feel better than I could ever imagine,” Ghost grunted. You bit your lip, taking in slow, deep breaths as he bottomed out inside of you.

Your limbs felt like putty in his hands as he raised one of your legs to fall over his shoulder. Both of you locked eyes and you nodded. He exhaled through his nose as he pumped his cock through your plush walls. You could feel your mind starting to grow fuzzy as he rocked his hips into you.

“Simon,” you murmured. Ghost’s hips stuttered as his name softly fell from your swollen lips. His movements became a little more hungry, his balls slapping against your cum-coated ass as he snapped his hips.

“So perfect f’me,” he groaned. You barely had time to brace yourself before your fifth orgasm shook you to your core, electricity trickling down to your fingers and toes.

“Christ, how many is that? Five?” he groaned. You nodded your head, letting your eyes close as you were rocked by his strong thrusts. Ghost rumbled as he crashed his lips onto yours. The sound of your sloppy, cum-filled cunt fluttering around his dick made your mind completely melt. “You’ve taken all so well, love,” Ghost praised as he bullied his cock into your hole. Your brows knitted together as he kissed you again.

“Gonna fill this pussy up, stuff you with my cum,” he moaned as his balls twitched against your folds. “You’d like that, love?” Ghost huffed. You nodded.

“Please, please fucking fill me,” you gasped. He chuckled as he sped up his thrusts, the sound of your skin slapping against his echoing throughout the tiled space. You moaned and raked your nails down his shoulders as he slammed his cock into you, stilling inside and shooting his load into your tight hole. Your jaw went slack as you felt your pussy warm, only to feel exhaustion wash over you once more.

“(Y/N)? Are you with me?” Ghost’s muffled voice called. You only managed to make a small mumbling noise before sleep finally overtook you.

+++

You gasped as you shot up beneath a cozy comforter. You looked down, seeing you were wearing a fresh pair of clothes. Your hair was still wet and smelled of shampoo. Your eyes scanned the dark room. You finally recognized that you were back in your quarters when your vision adjusted. You puffed out a breath of air as you sank your head down onto your pillow.

Was all of that just a dream?

Your face turned a deep shade of red at the many lewd acts that transpired. You yawned before shifting in your bed, gasping when you felt a dull ache blooming in all of your holes.

____

x

The day after you said goodbye All I did was lay in bed and cry

Never have you ever experienced heartbreak quite like this one. Dean Winchester left a lasting effect on your body and mind. You two weren't together for long, maybe a couple of months, but you fell hard and fast for him. He made it so damn easy to love him.

Dean, when he wants to be, is charming and loving and the perfect gentleman. When he was able to, he’d bring you flowers every time he visited you. When you were together, he made sure to always put you first. When he left, he made promises that he didn’t know he’d be able to keep.

He kept coming back. Sometimes with life-threatening wounds. Sometimes with pure exhaustion.

However, he always came back. The breaks lasted anywhere from one to seven days. You never knew what he did, who he was doing it with, or if he was being safe. Whenever you asked him about the wounds he had, he’d play it off as being clumsy or that he and his brother got into a fight.

You never questioned it because you figured he’d tell you when he was ready.

Now… Now you’re broken into a million little pieces that only Dean can put back together. He left, for good this time. What he left behind is a woman with a broken heart and a shattered soul.

You haven’t left your bed since he said goodbye, and you must have cried enough tears to fill up two bathtubs. Your older sister, Karlie, sits on the edge of your bed with a box of tissues in one hand and the other on your back.

“I’m not going to pretend to know what you felt for him, but this isn’t the end of the world, Y/N…”

“Why did he leave me?” you cry into your pillow. “I love him.”

Karlie has had her fair share of heartbreak, but she’s never seen you like this. It breaks her heart knowing she can’t make it better. It’s just you two after your parents died, so she feels a responsibility to look after you.

“There will be someone else, Y/N. Someone better. Someone you deserve.”

“I don’t want anyone else. I want Dean!”

She remembers you calling her crying when Dean left yesterday. You two had been on a romantic weekend that you were so excited about. She thought things were going well until Dean left. No goodbye, no explanation. He just dropped you off and told you it was over. That he was sorry. Karlie is pissed, and if she ever sees Dean, she’s going to make him regret breaking your heart.

For right now? She needs to be there for you.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

You bury your face in your pillow and continue to bleed tears.

But after one month, I started to move on

For the last month, Karlie has been trying to get you to go out with her. For the first couple of weeks after Dean left, you were bedridden and depressed. Then, that fourth week, Karlie managed to convince you to go out. Dean clearly isn’t coming back. You have no idea where he is or if he’s even alive. All you know about him is that he does dangerous work with his brother, which has him gone for up to an entire week.

“You look beautiful,” Karlie grins when she sees.

“Thanks.” You grab the end of your flowy dress and pull it down. “It’s not too short, is it?”

“No, it’s perfect.”

“I’m not looking for anything tonight, okay? I don’t plan on taking anyone home.”

“I know. We’re just gonna go out, have some drinks, and get away from this house.”

You’re not sure if you want to go out, but it’s time you get off your ass. Karlie drives you two to the nearest bar that’s not overly packed, but has more people than you thought it would.

She finds a spot at the bar and orders drinks for you two while you look around. There is a pool table in the back where a couple is playing against each other. The man has his arms around the girl as he “shows” her how to shoot the ball into the pocket. Tears brim in your eyes when you see yourself and Dean doing the same thing.

His arms felt so strong and safe around you.

“Hey, you okay?” Karlie asks.

You blink away the tears and nod. “Yeah, I’m good.” You take the drink from her. “Thanks.”

“This is going to be good for you, Y/N. I know it doesn’t feel like it, but you will get better.”

“What would I do without you?”

“Die,” she jokes.

To that, you laugh and bring the drink to your lips. You have to believe that you’ll be able to move on.

And after two, I felt alright

One thing you told Dean you wanted to do was go back to school. You had gotten your associate's degree in general studies because you didn’t know what you wanted to do. Then your parents died, and something like college didn’t seem so important.

Now it is.

At thirty, you’ve enrolled yourself in university, and today is the first day of school. It’s kind of nerve-racking. You still don’t know what you want to do, but you can’t stay at home anymore. Yes, you still live with Karlie, but at least you’re not cooped up in bed anymore.

The first day is always easy and laid back, so you don’t expect to have a lot of stuff to do. However, the professors gave out the syllabus for the class, and you can see the assignments that are going to be due soon. Better get on it now than wait for the last minute.

Once you’re back at home, you’re inside your room with the blinds open, allowing natural light to shine in your room. Your textbooks are open beside you, and you’re scribbling notes into your notebook.

“Y/N? You home?” Karlie calls out from downstairs.

“In my room!” you call back.

Soft music is pouring from your speakers, so you can hear Karlie’s footsteps come up the stairs. She appears in the doorway of your room and smiles thoughtfully.

“What’s up?” you ask.

“You look good.” You look down at your sweats and tank top with a frown. “Not your clothes. You look… healthier. Like you’re happy.”

“Not fully, but I’m getting there,” you smile.

“I’m glad. It’s good to see you this way.”

Then three months in, you were off my mind

The day seems warmer today. It feels good to be at school. One month into it, and you feel like your best self. Homework is done, tests are completed, and you’ve studied your ass off for the test you’ve just taken for your last class.

You’re walking into the cafeteria, looking around for a good place to eat when you hear your name being called.

You turn around and see a guy jogging up to you. He looks familiar, but you can’t quite place him.

“Hi, do I know you?”

“Sorry, I’m your partner for the project we have. I didn’t catch you after class.”

“Oh, right. What’s your name?”

“Cody.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Cody.”

Cody takes a piece of paper from his pocket and hands it to you. “This is my number. You know, if you want to get together for the project. Or not, whatever.”

He’s stuttering and blushing, and it’s kind of cute. You take the number and put it in your pocket. “Thanks, Cody. I’ll text you later.”

“Do you have a free period?”

“Yeah, my next class doesn’t start for another hour.”

“Me, too. Mind if I join you for lunch?” You stare at Cody, and he mistakes that for you being creeped out by him. “Feel free to tell me to fuck off or something. Sorry. I should go.”

“No, it’s okay.” Cody stops and looks at you. “I’d love to have lunch with you.”

“Cool,” he smiles. “What are you having?”

“I’m thinking some pizza.”

You two get into line and chat about your classes. Once you get your food, you find an empty table and sit with him.

“I was kind of glad I got you as a partner, if I’m being honest.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?” you ask after you swallow.

“You’re just really pretty, and I like it when you smile.”

Your heart flutters at his compliment, and you take another bite of your pizza to try and hide your smile. Thankfully, he doesn’t press on the issue. Cody is nice, cute, and sweet. Having him as a partner will be a good thing.

And month four and five, I was living my life I was better and didn't have to try Not to think of you, until you reached out And said, "Remember that night?"

After that project was over, you and Cody kept in touch. Toward the end of the semester, he asked you out on a date. To Karlie’s surprise, you said yes. You had a lot of fun with Cody, and he treated you like a damn queen.

Now it’s been about a month of dating him, and you couldn’t be happier. The semester is over, so you’re on a small break before the next semester starts. You and Cody are pursuing the same degree, so you have a couple of classes together next semester.

You and Cody haven’t had sex yet, but you like that you’re taking it slow. It’s better for you to take it at your own pace instead of jumping into things so quickly. The passion is there, just slowly building.

After a date at the mini golf place, Cody drives you home. Karlie has to be up early in the morning, so she might be asleep. The house is dark, except for the table lamp she kept on for you.

Cody gets out of the car and opens the passenger door for you, and you take his hand as you get out. He doesn’t let go of your hand as he walks you to your front door.

“Thank you for taking me out. I had a lot of fun.”

“Me, too.”

He runs his fingers through your hair, and you lean your head into his touch. He trails his fingers down your jaw before pulling you in. You meet him halfway and kiss him tenderly. It’s crazy how the butterflies in your stomach flutter happily whenever he kisses you. You’ll never tire of this.

“Keep this up, and I’ll invite you inside. I don’t think Karlie will appreciate that,” you mutter against his lips.

He kisses you twice before pulling away. “Shame.”

“Maybe next time.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” He steps back without taking his eyes off you. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Bright and early.” He starts later than you do, but he loves driving you to school. “I’ll come with coffee.”

“My hero,” you sing.

You unlock your front door and step inside. When you close the door, Cody walks back to his car, gets in, and drives off. You toe off your shoes and leave them by the door before turning off the lamp and tiptoing upstairs. Never did you ever think that you’d be here. You were a different person five months ago.

Broken.

Cody found all the pieces of yourself and expertly put them back together.

You can’t lose your smile, even as you walk into your room. You toss your phone onto your bed and walk into the bathroom connected to your room to wash off your makeup. When you’re done, you hear your phone chirp.

You bounce over to the phone, thinking it’s Cody.

It’s not.

No, the name wipes the smile off your face completely. Your knees buckle from underneath you, and you fall onto your bed. The grip on your phone tightens so much that your skin turns white.

How dare he message you? You’ve healed. You’ve moved on from him. You were getting better.

Remember that night? Dean Winchester has messaged you.

Of course, you fucking do. All of that healing goes away in an instant, and your entire world comes crashing down around you.

Some wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.

In this case, three of them.

The day after you had reached out I was broken for the second time around I prayed on the third day that I would be okay That I'd forget you were ever mine

Karlie walks into the house to hear you crying. She drops whatever she is holding and races up the stairs.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” She pushes your door open and sees you bawling your eyes out on your bed. “I swear, if Cody hurt you, I’m gonna kick his ass.”

“It’s not him,” you sob.

She walks into the room and sits on the edge of your bed. “What happened?”

You don’t want to talk about it, so you push your phone over to her. She grabs it and reads the message you haven’t stopped thinking about. It took you three months to get over Dean, and now you hope it’ll take three days to get over him.

You thought you were doing really well, but it’s crazy how the right words from the right person can shatter someone’s world to pieces.

In a matter of seconds, you remember the feel of Dean’s arms around you, the feel of his touch, the way he made you feel special, and the love you had for him. That passion was intense and fast. You were jumping steps to get to his heart, not caring how it would hurt you in the end.

In a matter of seconds, you miss him all over again.

Karlie curses under her breath and gets up with your phone in her hand. You don’t even stop her from walking out of your room, and she closes the door on your heartbreaking sobs. Her fingers fly across your screen, and she puts the phone to her ear.

“Hey, Y/N,” Cody greets with a smile in his voice.

“Hey, it’s Karlie.”

“Oh, is everything okay?”

“No, it’s not. You need to come over.”

“I’m on my way.”

Oh, I don't think you realize How long I had to fight to be living my life To get better and never have to try Not to think of you until you reached out And said, "Remember that night?"

Cody shows up ten minutes later, and Karlie greets him at the door.

“What happened?” he asks.

“I’ll let her tell you the details, but there was a guy before you, and she fell hard and fast for him. She was doing really well, and then he messaged her last night.”

Cody doesn’t need to hear more. He pushes past Karlie and heads up to your room. You barely register the door opening and closing, but you do feel someone climb into bed with you. Too large to be your sister.

“Go away,” you say, burying your face into your pillow.

“No, I won’t.”

You don’t want Cody to see you like this. How will it look for you to be in tears over an ex-love? Some of these tears are now for the guilt you’re feeling for crying over Dean in the first place. Cody deserves better.

“I’m here.”

Cody pulls you into his arms, and you turn so you’re facing him instead of your pillow. You clutch his shirt and cry into his chest. He doesn’t say anything as he rubs your back in comfort. He won’t force you to talk if you don’t want to. All he wants is for you to know that he's here and he’s not going anywhere.

After about thirty minutes, you’ve calmed down enough to talk.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“Don’t be.”

“I am. You don’t deserve me crying over another man.”

“Grief comes at us in all forms at random times. Karlie didn’t tell me much, but from what I’ve gathered, he broke your heart?”

“That’s putting it mildly. I shouldn’t even be like this. I was only with him for a couple of months.”

“Did you love him?” You look away from him, guilt shining in your eyes. He doesn’t let you look away with the way his fingers are gently gripping your jaw. “Don’t hide from me. It’s okay if you did.”

“I did,” you whisper painfully. “I know I shouldn’t have fallen for him, but he made it so easy. He broke me and left me with the pieces. It took me a long time to get over him. I was doing better. I met you…” You inhale sharply and look into his blue eyes. “I want you to know I am over him. I am. It’s just…”

“You’re not healed,” he finishes for you.

“I thought I was, but I guess I’m not.”

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”

You don’t want to talk about it, but maybe you should. Cody has been so understanding; he deserves the truth. You grab your phone, bring up the message, and show him.

“What happened that night?”

We went for a drive, 2:30 in the morning I kissed you, it was pouring We held each other tight before the night was over You looked over your shoulder Oh, I was doing fine You said, "Remember that night? Remember that night?" Oh, I was doing fine You said, "Remember that night? Remember that night?"

Rain splatters against the Impala’s windshield. The headlights cut through the darkness, but it doesn’t allow for much visibility. Dean doesn’t slow down because he’s driven these roads thousands of times.

It’s two in the morning, neither of you can sleep, driving around like hopeless fools in love. You two had just gotten back from a romantic getaway. Dean took you up north to play in the snow, and you didn’t want the night to end.

“Where are we going?” you ask.

“Anywhere. Nowhere. Away from here.” Dean turns the radio on and smiles at you. “Just sit back and relax, sweetheart!”

Rock music plays through the speakers, and you scoot closer to Dean. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap his right arm around you, keeping his left hand casually on the wheel. He kisses the side of your head without taking his eyes off the road.

For an hour, Dean drives around in the rain. He finds a secluded place to park, so that’s where you two are now. Rain is pelting the roof, mixing with the sounds of soft rock coming lowly from the speakers. You and Dean are in each other’s arms, just staring out into the darkness.

“You want to talk about what’s bothering you?” you ask.

“How do you know something is bothering me?”

You reach up and smooth the small bump between his eyebrows. “You have a worried look on your face. You can talk about it if you want.”

Dean sighs and thinks about what he wants to share to you. “My brother an I are caught up in some shit right now, and it’s taking a toll on him more than it should.”

“What’s going on?”

“Recently, we’ve taken a kid under our wing. He’s a good kid, but his dad… Well, he’s like Lucifer.” He chuckles at the joke he’s made, but you don’t. “His dad is bad, and Sam can’t help but take responsibility for him.”

“Well Sam news to understand that no one is responsible for someone’s actions except for that person.”

“Yeah, try telling him that.” Dean looks at you and admires the flecks of color in your eyes. He can’t believe he told you that. It’s not much, but it’s more than he's allowed himself to tell anyone. “As his older brother, I try to be strong enough for him, but it’s hard. He’s not the only one who feels responsible.”

“You’re pretty amazing, you know that?”

“That’s all you sweetheart.”

You lean in and kiss him once, twice, and three times before Dean takes over. He slides his hands into your hair and tilts his head to deepen the kiss. Pleasure spikes down your body, and you find yourself curling into his body.

“I have to tell you something,” Dean whispers.

“What?”

“I’ve never felt this way about another woman before. I’m in uncharted waters here.”

“If it makes you feel any better, so am I.” You rub your nose against his, and you kiss him slowly. “Dean…”

“What?” he whispers back.

“I think… No, I know… I’m falling in love with you.”

Dean pulls back and looks deep into your eyes. He traces his fingers down your cheek, your jaw, and to your neck. “I’m getting there.”

You and Dean spend another hour in each other's arms, listening to the rain and kissing. When Dean arrives at your house to drop you off, the rain is barely a trickle.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“I’ll be waiting,” he grins.

You get out of the car and walk to your front door. After getting the door unlocked and open, you turn to look at Dean. He smiles at you from over his shoulder before driving away.

Talking about that night lifts some of the pressure from your chest, but it’s mostly Cody who lifts it for you. He wipes your tears with his thumbs, and he kisses your lips softly.

“I don’t know much about him or what went down between you two, but when I tell you I’m not leaving, I mean it.” Cody wraps his arms around you, and you rest your head on his chest. “I’m not leaving, baby.”

Dean Winchester, as passionate as being with him can be, is only a chapter in your book. A chapter that deserves to be closed. Cody is the start of a new one, and it’s one that you intend to keep living in for a long time.

x

Being a supe wasn't as amazing as everyone thought it was. At least not for you. You were a regenerative supe, one that could regenerate faster then any other supe. Eventually Vought realised you were the perfect opportunity to breed supes. You couldn't die, age and you would heal straight after childbirth. You'd forgotten about escaping a long time ago and now you were treated quite well. You had a nice apartment, food, money and all the clothes and designer bags you could ask for. Maybe it didn't matter if you had to be constantly pregnant. You were about 7 months along in this pregnancy. You'd lost count how many babies you'd had, you didn't even see them as living beings anymore. It was easier that way. You'd began popping out babies around the 70s, even having a few of soldier boys children. The one you were carrying now was Homelanders. They often used his sperm considering he was the most powerful in the seven. Only thing you hated was that Homelander became possessive over you once he learned you would carry most of his children. You made your way down to the labs in the morning. They needed to check how the baby was going, you were used to it by now. You made it to the lab and saw Homelander waiting. You groaned and rubbed your head. 'You're absolutely glowing, my darling. Your breasts are looking...full,' he said as he licked his lips. You rolled your eyes and laid down on one of the beds.

'You don't need to be here for this,' you said. He chuckled and began to rub your stomach as you relaxed on the hospital bed.

'I'm not busy and I want to be there for you, mommy,' he said. You groaned and rubbed your face again.

'No! What did I say about that goddamn name?' you said as his hand stopped.

'Fine, fine. I won't use it,' he said. You rolled your eyes as the doctor entered.

'Looking glowing like usual, my dear,' she said as you closed your eyes and let her start the ultrasound. Homelander stood beside you and watched as the image of the baby showed up. 'Still a perfectly healthy little girl. She's going to be a big girl, too.'

'Definitely my kid then,' Homelander said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes again and looked at him.

'Don't you have that podcast thing to do today?' you asked.

'Yes, it's not for another hour,' he said. You wanted to face palm, another hour with him around wasn't ideal.

After the doctor told you the baby was still nice and healthy you wanted to go back to your apartment and enjoy a bath, but of course Homelander had other ideas. You were preparing to leave when he grabbed you from behind and buried his face in the crook of your neck. 'You're so big and swollen,' he whispered.

'Why do you make everything sound so gross?' you asked as he began kissing your neck. You pulled away and looked at him. 'What's the one rule?'

'Not to have sex. I'm not going to have sex, I just want to touch you. Is that a crime?' he asked.

'Sweetheart, this whole thing is just a business transaction. We won't even know the child, it'll get shipped off to God knows where like usual.'

'I know, but you're still carrying my child. That gives me the right to touch you,' he said as he moved closer.

'You do realise I've given birth to your siblings? And that I've fucked your father?' you asked. His jaw clenched a little before he smirked.

'I'm very aware. I wish you had given birth to me,' he said as he licked his lips again. You groaned and shoved past him.

'Nope! Not dealing with your gross shit today!' you shouted as you left him alone in the lab.

--

After some relaxing time alone you headed to the gym to do some light exercise, it usually helped when you felt uncomfortable because of the baby. You were walking on the treadmill when Firecracker entered. You groaned and continued walking. You couldn't stand her one bit and often had to stop yourself from throwing her out the window.

'The amazing mother to be! Shouldn't you be taking it easy, darling?' she said. You rolled your eyes like you did almost 100 times a day.

'Exercise is good for my body and also for the baby,' you said without looking at her.

'You and homelander spend a lot of time together.'

'Yes, well I would rather it be the opposite and he stop bothering me,' you said as she chuckled.

'You're quite hold, aren't you? I bet you wouldn't say that if he were here.'

'I would, and I have. He doesn't scare me, he actually listens to me,' you said. She stepped closer and stood beside the treadmill.

'Do you love him?' she asked. You looked at her in disgust.

'God, no. He's like a goddamn annoying puppy. Our relationship is just business.'

'And that's why he's always touching you? For business?' she asked.

'Homelander is possessive. Especially when I'm carrying his child. You know what he's like,' you said. Firecracker reached up and turned off the treadmill. You turned to her and smiled. 'Have you ever been slapped by an eighty year old pregnant woman?' you asked as she looked at you in confusion.

'You're eighty? I knew you didn't age, but that's quite the wisdom you must have.' You stepped off the treadmill and wiped some of the sweat off your forehead.

'What do you want? I'm not in the mood.'

'I just want to understand why homelander likes you so much.'

'And I told you, I'm carrying his baby. Plus, I knew him when he was a child. I met him a few times and being without a family he probably had a small obsession with the pregnant women,' you said. She crossed her arms and looked at you.

'You knew him as a child and now you're having his child? It's a little sick isn't it?'

'You're apart of vought and you're surprised they would do something like that? Open your eyes, sweetheart,' you said as you pushed past her. 'Don't bother me again.'

--

You made it back to your apartment and fell asleep on the couch. When you awoke again you felt groggy and like you’d been asleep for years. You groaned and opened your eyes to see you weren’t in your apartment anymore.

‘As beautiful as the day we met,’ a voice said as you glanced up to see Soldier boy. You groaned and collapsed back against the bed.

‘Why couldn’t you stay dead?’

‘That’s really what you want to say to me right now, huh? Did you even notice I was missing?’ He asked. You looked at him and rolled your eyes.

‘Yes, and I prayed every night your death was brutal,’ you said before he slapped you across the face. Just as he did so two other man walked in.

‘Woah! Let’s not hit the pregnant woman!’ The younger man said as he rushed forward. You looked at him and held your hands out.

‘Help me sit up,’ you said. He carefully pulled you into a sitting position and your hand rested on your pregnant stomach.

‘This is the slut I was talking about,’ Soldier Boy said as you rolled your eyes.

‘Alright, let’s not go shoutin’ slurs at the lady,’ the older man said as you looked at him. You took a moment before realisation dawned on you.

‘Butcher…’

‘So, you do know me, luv. I’m flattered,’ he said. You sighed and looked around trying to find something to tie your hair up with. You groaned and reached behind to tie your hair into a knot instead. ‘You seem quite casual for someone who’s been kidnapped.’

‘Yeah well, not much shocks me these days,’ you said. You looked at Ben and he looked like he wanted to slap you again. ‘What, Ben? You want me to run into your arms? Want me to cry and say thank god you’re alive?’

‘It would be nice. I didn’t realise I mattered to little to you,’ he grumbled.

‘Forgive me for not forming a connection with the man I was forced to spread my legs for every nine months,’ you said. Hughie’s face went red as he quickly looked away.

‘Heard your having my son’s baby now. That’s a bit sick, isn’t it?’ He said. You rolled your eyes and felt like punching him.

‘Well, thankfully now they just inseminate me instead of making me get fucked,’ you said. Soldier boy stepped forward and Hughie moved to your side just in case.

‘I bet you’d still love it, huh? You miss my cum between,’ you quickly cut him off by kicking him in the nuts. You looked at Billy.

‘British man, slap him for me.’

‘Well, I’m tryna get the bloke on my side,’ he said. You raised an eyebrow before Hughie helped you stand up.

‘Fine, I’ll do it.’ As Ben stood up you slapped him hard against the face. He went to grab you but Butcher quickly stepped in and used a tranquiliser on him. Ben fell to the ground as you sighed and placed your hands on your hips. ‘So, why have you kidnapped me?’

‘We’re aware you…breed supes for Vought. We need to put a stop to that. It was soldier boy who told us about you and wanted you out of Vought,’ Hughie said.

‘I bet he said I was this gorgeous babe with a great pair of tits?’ You said.

‘Along those lines, yes,’ Hughie muttered.

‘Yes, well I’m sure he didn’t bring up the part where he used to request I be sedated when he would have sex with me because he “didn’t enjoy my sounds of pain when he was too rough” or something,’ you said. Hughie stared at you in shock. Billy stepped forward and looked at you.

‘I’m gonna take one guess and say you haven’t had a say in any of these pregnancies?’ He asked.

‘You’re smarter than you look. No, none were my choice. I can’t even remember how many babies I’ve had by now. After the first four I stopped caring about the children so I wouldn’t get hurt,’ you said. Hughie looked at you sadly.

‘I’m guessing they take the children away from you?’

‘Yeah, but it’s not like I want them anyway. Not when they’re a product of…you know,’ you said. The two men nodded and were glad you weren’t as brainwashed as they thought you would be.

‘So, the one you’re carrying now is Homelander’s?’ Billy asked.

‘Yeah, this is the third one that’s his. I’m just glad I don’t have to have sex with the fucking creep,’ you said. Billy chuckled and led you out of the room where Ben still laid unconscious. You groaned and sat on the crappy couch as Hughie went to fetch you some water.

‘You hate the bastard, then?’

‘Yep, he’s always touching me and being weird around me. At least he actually listens to me,’ you said. Billy sat across from you.

‘He bloody listens to you?’

‘Yeah, he’s a fucking man child with mommy issues. I’m the closest thing to a mother figure he’s ever had,’ you said. Billy looked at you in disgust.

‘He sees you as a mother figure and still wants to touch you in that way?’

‘Yes, are you surprised?’ You asked as Billy scoffed.

‘No, I know he’s a deranged freak.’

Hughie returned with some water and you smiled. ‘Thank you, sweetheart,’ you said as you noticed him blushing a little. Billy chuckled and looked at you again.

‘Are you this maternal with everyone?’

‘I’m well and truly old enough to be your mother, Billy.’

‘Bloody hell, when were you born?’ He asked.

‘1946, in September to be exact,’ you said as they stared at you in shock.

‘You’re bloody eighty!?’ Billy said as you laughed.

‘Hey, I’m seventy nine.’

Hughie chuckled and sat down next to Billy.

‘Well, you look bloody good for your age,’ Billy said. You smiled and took some small sips of water.

‘What’s the plan then, boys? Can’t exactly kill me,’ you said.

‘We’re gonna keep you away from Vought,’ Billy said.

‘And what about the baby?’

‘We plan to…use it to our advantage,’ Hughie said. You sat forward more and looked at them.

‘How do you plan on using a baby to your advantage?’

‘Well, the kid will have powers. Plus, it’ll be a good bargaining tool for Vought and Homelander,’ Billy said. You thought for a moment.

‘I don’t know… Do you really want a baby around?’

‘Well, we’re going to set up a hide out. Somewhere Vought won’t find you. Somewhere you can take care of the child,’ Hughie said.

‘And I’m guessing I don’t get a say in this?’ You asked.

‘We could try abortion, luv. But considering the baby is a supe we don’t know what would happen,’ Billy said. You sighed and nodded, knowing he was right. You placed your hand on your stomach.

‘I don’t want to get my hopes up,’ you whispered.

‘What do you mean?’ Hughie asked.

‘I don’t want to be excited about finally getting to keep my own baby just for someone to take her from me,’ you whispered. Hughie sat beside you and offered you a smile.

‘We’re going to do everything we can to protect you and the baby. We won’t even let soldier boy know the location. He’s useful, but we won’t let him near you,’ Hughie said. You smiled and took his hand.

‘You’re a good kid… Thank you. I guess it’s worth a shot. I’ve been nothing but a damn breeding machine since the 80s, may as well risk whatever I have left,’ you said. Hughie smiled and you felt the baby start to kick, you guided Hughie’s hand to your stomach so he could feel it. He chuckled when he felt the movement against his hand.

‘So, it’s a girl?’ He asked.

‘Yeah, she’s healthy. The doctor says she’s gonna be a damn big baby too,’ you said. Billy looked at you with a fond smile. He knew he couldn’t protect Becca when she was pregnant, so he was going to do everything he could to protect you. You heard a noise coming from the room and Billy groaned and stood up.

it doesn't, unfortunately. not even the breeze and smell of the ocean take his mind off of work.

you wander out of bed a moment later, having been roused by his heavy breathing and pacing back and forth just outside your room. you slip on your robe to help stifle the evening wind from biting at your skin, and go out to join him.

your arms wrap around his waist from behind, and you nuzzle your face into his back, inhaling his scent. jack lets out a heavy sigh and holds there, relaxing at your touch, before turning around to face you, leaning down to press his lips gently to yours. "mmm... why'd you leave bed?" he hums against your mouth, strong arms wrapping tightly around you.

you smooch his lips softly and sigh at the pleasant minty taste on him. "i saw you couldn't sleep and wanted to make sure you were okay." your voice is breathy and sweet. "what's on your mind?"

he shakes his head and kisses you again, cupping your face and dragging his tongue over the seam of your lips. "too much," is the last he gets out, before he deepens it once more, his tongue diving into your mouth and laving over yours hungrily.

you can't get enough of him.

his hands move up and under your robe to cup your tits. he groans at how much he can feel through the fabric of your nightdress, and can't seem to hold back any longer. he just needs to be inside you right now, needs to expel his stress and frustrations on his sweet wife so he can sleep soundly. he'll talk about it later. right now, he needs relief.

"tell you after," he promises softly, spinning you around to press your front against the balcony railing, his lips dusting over your cheek. "may i, my love?"

you nod softly, already wet and sensitive from him fucking you a few hours ago. he brushes your robe to one side and hikes up your dress, before freeing his cock from the confines of his pants. groaning, he spreads your ass cheek apart from the other with one of his broad hands, using his other hand to wrap it around the base of his cock and align the head with your puffy slit, rubbing it up and down in little teasing movements.

"its all swollen," he whispers in your ear, getting his cock hard and wet from swiping it through your folds. "you have the prettiest pussy, did you know that? so soft and wet..."

your teeth catch your lower lip to stifle some of your moans, but it's hard when jack just makes you feel so good. you wiggle your hips back to try and swallow up some of his cock in your eager pussy, and he grins softly, delivering a gentle smack to your plush ass.

then,he slowly pushes into you, easing his cock into your tight hole while feeling your walls expand to make space for him.

you whine, feeling achingly full, but jack is quick to soothe you. "easy, easy... 'm only halfway in," he whispers in your ear, grunting softly and nudging his hips forward slowly. he can never get over how tight you are around him, how much his cock stretches you open each time he fucks you.

finally, he bottoms out. you can practically feel him in your guts from this angle, and a loud, whiny moan leaves your lips.

"gotta keep it down, sweetheart," your husband scolds playfully. "other people are staying here too, remember?"

easy for him to say.

still, you manage a nod, tugging your lip between your teeth to quell the scream threatening to leave you when his cock wedges deeper inside you, smushing against your sweet spot with every labored pump of his hips.

he's going painfully slow right now, clearly trying to savor the moment with you. you have an inkling that he really needed this, a little more time with you, inside you, before sleeping. and slowly, you can start to feel the stress weighing on him earlier slip away, as he starts to groan and focus all his attention on you and fucking into your pretty pussy with sloppy, eager thrusts.

"mnhhh- right there," you say, jolting a little when he angles his thrusts so he can hit your g-spot with each thrust.

"right there, baby?" jack echoes, softening his voice for you. "you need me right here?" he tucks a hand under you and pushes against the faint indent in your tummy that forms whenever he thrusts his cock in you balls deep, then gently pushes it up, putting extra pressure on your g-spot. you just feel more full as he does that, and you cry out as he just hits it perfectly, thick and heady slick leaking out of you and around his cock.

"your pussy's real grateful i did that," he laughs softly, then moans into your ear when you clamp around him, walls rippling and squeezing around his cock in retaliation to all his teasing.

you're both real close. jack's thrusts get a little faster now as he chases both his orgasm and yours, forceful thrusts of his thick cock sending your body bouncing and your tits heaving as you lean over the balcony.

but he needs you to cum first.

without hesitation, jack shifts his focus entirely to you. his thrusts become shorter but deeper, more precise. not chasing his own release but guiding you toward yours. then, he feels the sudden, intense clench of your pussy around him and your cunt squeezing and milking his cock, trying to suck him in impossibly deeper, and you gush around him.

your body trembles beneath his, as he leans down to press his chest to your back, rutting his cock deep inside you and fucking you through your orgasm while your pussy starts to pull and wring the cum straight out of him. he cums into you with a loud groan, not stopping his movements. pushing you both through it with slow, deep rolls of his hips.

his lips brush the nape of your neck and he slowly pulls out of you with a wet pop, pushing his cum back into you with his thick fingers. you just look so pretty stuffed with him. shuddering, you relish in the warm, filling sensation of his cum plugged into you, before looking up at him through your lashes.

"you feel better now?"

he nods and presses a deep kiss to your lips, smiling against you. "wouldn't know what to do without you."

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