코코

But sex was never the issue, the issue was that ever since he started suppressing his DNA with that universal inhibitor chip, he was holding back.

Even after you told him he doesn't need it—the second he could feel himself slipping, he'd pull back, the minute he got worried that he couldn't control his strength, he'd slow down.

You hated it.

Sure you'd still cum multiple times, but that was besides the point.

And of course you told him just as much, "Jake, you know you can let go a little?" you'd say, watching as he stumbled around his Queens apartment with a heap load of bedding.

"Baby, I am letting go!" he called back, voice completely muffled by the pile of sheets threatening to swallow him whole as he blindly searched for the washing machine.

"Jake." you sigh watching him, he gave up entirely, a web shot from his wrist with a quiet thwip, sticking neatly to the little round washer door. One sharp tug later, it swung open, and Jake triumphantly shoved the heap of bedding inside before kicking the door shut with his foot.

"Y/n, I'm not risking it."

One night, you decide to take matters into your own hands, though maybe not in the way Jake was expecting. You're observing him as he occasionally types, talking to his AI Evie about possible anomalies with the universal inhibitor chip. He's laying back in his office chair, head thrown back in that cute way he always does whenever he's trying to figure something out.

You stay where you are in the doorway, arms folded loosely across your chest as you watch him. His room is dim except for the cool glow of three monitors, all throwing shifting blue light across his face. It paints sharp lines over his features, catching on the bridge of his nose and the curve of his lip as he frowns in concentration.

"No, Evie, cross-reference the fluctuation reports after the Midtown incident," he sighs, "Not before."

Usually, he'd notice you before you were even there—your heartbeat or footsteps enough to give you away, but the chip was suppressing more than just his strength. Even his senses had become noticeably dimmed.

You pad across the room in silence until you’re standing directly behind him. Only then do you lean down, draping your arms around his neck, resting your chin on top of his head.

Jake physically jumps. "Jesus—"

A startled laugh escapes you as he grabs your forearm on instinct, before immediately relaxing.

"You didn't hear me?"

"I definitely did not hear you."

You smile to yourself, "That's kinda my point," you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, before letting the next linger against his temple—trailing down to his cheek.

"Baby.." Jake breathes, his hand on your forearm flexes a little as his head lolls a fraction to the side, giving you access.

"I told you, the chip isn't helping you," you say quietly, lips brushing against his jaw. "It's making you doubt yourself."

"It isn't—"

"It is."

He lets out a slow breath, already aware he is not winning this argument. You twist around his chair, swinging a leg over his lap and settling there. Jake's hands automatically find your waist, steadying you against him—without that familiar confidence. His touch was gentle, almost hesitant, like he was measuring the pressure without even realising it.

"Jake, you're not gonna break me." you whisper against his lips, your forehead resting against his as your voice drowns out Evie's announcement that the cross-reference was complete.

"I know." he says softly, leaning back just enough to look at your face properly.

"Liar." you murmur, feeling a surge of annoyance at his continued act. Your fingers absentmindedly play with the hair on his nape, just above where that chip sat.

"Y/n, I'm trying to protect you." he says quieter. His thumb sweeps across your cheek, the corner of his mouth lifting into a fond smile. He's looking at you like you're being stubborn in the most endearing way, but that was currently infuriating you.

"I don't need protecting Jake, you can't choose between being Spiderman and being you." you look between his eyes, as if that'd make him hear you, make him listen to words you've repeated since he created that fucking chip. "You're both."

"It's not that simple."

"No?" you challenge, eyebrows lifting.

"No." he shakes his head once, "Baby, I'm not taking it off." he says before pressing a chaste, almost apologetic kiss to your lips.

Your jaw tightens, "You think that's gonna make it better?"

"..Maybe."

Your fingers brush the collar of his hoodie, smoothing it flat. Jake's attention stays on your face until your fingertips disappear beneath the edge. The cool metal sits exactly where you knew it would, nestled against the back of his neck.

Jake's eyes widen for a split second, but by then it was too late. A tiny click.

"Wait—"

But the device is now between your fingertips.

Jake stares at you in a stunned silence, watching as you hold it between your fingers for exactly half a second before flicking your wrist. The chip clinks against the hardwood floor somewhere behind him.

For a heartbeat, nothing happens. His jaw stays parted, but then his breathing turns uneven, hands dragging down to your thighs—gripping as if he's trying to ground himself.

"W-what did you do." he says, breathing getting heavier—unstable as though the room had suddenly become too loud. His pupils dart around the room, taking in details all at once—the faint hum of the monitors, the washing machine still running somewhere down the hall, the distant traffic outside, and beneath it all, your heartbeat.

"I took it out," you answer simply, head tilting as your hand slides to his jaw.

"You…" He swallows hard, blinking rapidly. "Y/n…" his head tilts back, eyes squeezing shut as he tries to suppress the arachnid genes.

"B-baby.. get off me," he gasps. Before you could protest, he gently—but firmly lifts you from his lap and set you back on your feet. He staggers a step away from the chair, one hand bracing against the edge of the desk—the other rubs over the back of his neck where the chip had been moments before.

"Jake, look at me."

His voice cracks, "Just… give me a second."

You take one cautious step toward him anyway. When you reach for his wrist, he instinctively turns to face you, but his eyes stop you in your tracks. The warm brown you know so well has vanished beneath an inky darkness stretching over his sclera. Every instinct in his body struggles to recalibrate as he was looks at you with overwhelming intensity.

Slowly, carefully, he reaches up and wraps a hand around your wrist—not tight enough to hurt, just enough to stop you from taking another step.

"Do you have any idea," he says, his voice rough from the effort of keeping himself composed, "what you just did to me?"

"Yeah Jake, I do." your free hand lifts up to cup his jaw.

"Don't." his jaw flexes beneath your palm. Yet instead of pushing you away, his grip on your wrist shifts, drawing you a fraction closer until your bodies are barely separated. His nose brushes lightly against your jaw as he takes one slow, controlled breath.

"Baby.. this is still you." Your hand slides up from his jaw to the base of his neck, scratching softly the way you know he loves. Jake almost growls at the feeling, teeth grazing your jaw as his hands snake around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. He simultaneously walks back until your calves hit the edge of the bed.

Jake knows what it feels like to lose control. The arachnid genes had spiked many times before and it was always the same. Always that same veil of anger over every thought, every decision. Jake Sim is not an angry person. Usually. He doesn’t get mad at anyone, especially not at you.

None of that matters right now, not when all he can hear is you, your breathing, the way your heart is hammering against your ribs at his proximity.

Jake's nose brushes against your jaw again, grazing until he reaches just below your ear. He takes in another measured breath, relishing in your scent. "Mm, haven't been able to smell you in weeks," he whispers quietly, almost strained.

"I know baby, isn't this so much better?" you ask, completely unaware of the heinous thoughts currently rummaging through your boyfriends head.

He pushes you back onto the linen sheets, crawling over you—his hands trail down your arms, lips in a grin you hadn't quite seen before. In one smooth motion, he pulls your arms up by your wrists, holding them together over your head.

"Uh-" Your eyes widen, looking between his charcoal eyes. "Jake—what the hell?" you say cautiously, mildly concerned.

"What?" he almost sneers, "Isn't this what you wanted?"

"I want you to trust yourself more, you don't need—it." you answer firmly, writhing a little against his hand.

Jake's barely listening, his lips press hot and open-mouthed against your ear, "You wanted this." he breathes, licking your lobe harshly.

You suck in a breath, "J-Jake, are you even listening—"

"Mm," he hums, free hand pulling your face close by the back of your neck. He crashes his plush lips against yours, all teeth and tongue and your only response is a muffled noise against him.

"Jake—listen," you manage between kisses.

"Oh I heard you Y/n," his hand releases your neck, trailing down your neck, chest, stomach—down to your core.

"You pissed me off just to get me to fuck you harder didn't you?" he sneers, breath hot.

You pause, lips opening to say exactly nothing, stomach twisting sharply. Well.. no? You want your boyfriend to accept he doesn't need to suppress his DNA, but..

"Really?" Jake scoffs against your lips, his veiny hands push through the gap in your sleep shorts, to find your pussy completely soaked with arousal.

He lets out an amused breath, "Look at you.. this wet for me?"

You writhe in his hold, but to no avail. He doesn't even flinch—doesn't even need to readjust to keep your wrist in the hold of his long fingers. He's still breathing heavily, acutely aware of how hard your heart is beating in your chest.

"Nervous?" he purrs, lips jutting out into a mock pout.

"Shut up." you snap, pushing your face towards his. Jake's grin is smug, infuriatingly so, as he presses his mouth against yours. His fingers brush against your folds and he dips his head just to lick at your jaw—as if the taste of your skin was enough to soothe his hunger.

"Brat." he sucks your chin slowly, tongue brushing against your skin as his eyes flutter shut. By now your body is so so hot, and your cunts aching for him to do more than just play with your arousal.

"We should t-talk—about, ah-stop that," you say weakly.

His blackened eyes open, lips still wrapped around your chin. His fingers rub up and down your slit, slowly, with barely any pressure. Jake pulls back enough to look at your body bending into his, he laughs as he wipes the spit with the back of his hand.

"Then tell me to stop." he challenges, "C'mon."

You lips purse together as you breathe harshly though your nose, hyper-aware of his fingertips prodding your hole, barely enough to penetrate.

"Stop fucking teasing me." you hiss, teeth grit. Jake's eyes narrow, somehow darkening further if possible. He tuts, head tilting to the side. You are completely fucked.

His fingers release your wrists, but the thought of moving didn't even have time to enter your consciousness, because he had already webbed your wrists to the headboard. The warm thickness of his organic webbing has you completely bound.

And maybe you'd be happier about Jake being able to use his organic webs, (without a web explosion) if you weren't currently stuck in them.

"Jake." you warn.

"Such a fucking brat." he sits back, eyes flitting over your body, completely ignoring your protests. You whine feeling his hands trace down from your shoulders to your hard nipples. Your nipples are clearly peaked under your tee, Jake wastes no time tracing around them, agonisingly slowly.

The feeling sends shivers down your spine, "Jake—please."

He ignores you and presses one last agonisingly sweet kiss to your parted lips, then he licks down your neck to your covered tits.

You watch him through heavy breaths, his hair is messily falling over his forehead, his blackened eyes narrow in concentration, lips swollen and pink, and his cock is straining against his joggers.

He looks stupidly hot as he lolls his tongue out and licks over one of your nipples, rapidly flicking over the fabric. His eyes meet your half lidded ones and the corner of his lip lift in amusement at your body arching into his mouth. Fucking cunt.

"Jake—enough mmph, I get it— I fucked up." you grit, but Jake barely looks up and just continues sucking—one hand holding your arched body against him as his spit darkens the shirt.

"Still tryna be mouthy?" he asks between sucks. You writhe against the webs, shaking your head in a poor attempt for mercy. Maybe you thought pissing Jake off would get him to fuck you harder, but you didn't expect him to tease you until you were writhing and whimpering under him, like some common whore.

He releases your nipple with a pop, a smirk gracing his lips as his palm cups your slick pussy through your shorts. Instead of pulling the damp fabric down like any regular person, he rips them off. Easily at that.

"What the fuck—" you whisper, watching as his lip gets caught in his teeth, the way he it always does when he sees your cunt. Even behind the sea of black you could see the hunger, the heavy breaths as he composes himself.

"Just tell me what to do—please." you whimper properly, cracking just a little. His eyes almost light up, despite being completely soulless.

He shifts up, "Gonna cry? And I'm not even inside you." he whispers, breath hot against your ear.

Your jaw tightens slightly as you suck in a breath, "Not gonna fucking cry."

"No?" his fingers press into your cheeks as his free hand continues dipping ever so slightly into your dripping pussy. You shake your head once, breath mingling with his.

In one smooth motion he rips off his joggers and boxers. His long thick length springs up, bouncing against the tee he hadn't bothered to take off. Jake's entire body was in an overdrive he'd never felt before, not like this.

He was so fucking hard, an unusual amount of pre-cum beading on his mushroom tip. He leans over you, hiking your leg over his hip and thrusts hard into your sopping pussy, tip kissing your cervix. His lips part in a harsh groan as he studies the way your jaw hangs open with a shuddering gasp, your eyes are squeezed shut, tears pricking the corners.

You're so fucking full, panting as your cunt desperately tries to accommodate his pulsing cock, which felt..bigger?

"What's wrong Y/n?" he breathes teeth grit. Your pussy flutters around his cock, Jake's eyebrows furrow as his hips snap back and forth. His fingers are digging into your hips as he fucks you on his cock.

"F-fuck—Jake." you breathe barely, your head tilts back, tits bouncing with every thrust.

"What was that? Did you say harder?" he pulls you closer by your hips (despite your hands still being tied) and grinds so deep into your cunt you can feel the delicious pressure sending a wave of heat—rushing through your head. His head falls back as he groans and starts pounding again, faster this time.

"Nnngghh!!" your back arches, eyes fluttering, you pulse hard around his cock, feeling your stomach tighten, "God—Jake—please!"

He leans forward a little, "Please what?" he demands, cock curving perfectly against your walls.

"Please—please let me—cum," you cry, tears finally leaking down your face in thick droplets, broken moans vibrate through your body.

He moans low and lewd, the sound fills the room, along with the wet smacking of your skins, the evidence of his pleasure has heat breaking out over your body. Jake could swear this is the hottest thing he's ever seen, his cock twitches against your gummy walls, watching you whine and cry and blabber utter nonsense just because he's balls deep.

"I'll be—g-good-I promise I will Jake." you whimper, eyebrows furrowing as you pull against the webs, wrists now aching.

"Oh—yeah? You will?" he tilts his head, mimicking your whiny tone with the most patronising fucking pout you've ever seen. Were you not spluttering and writhing beneath him you'd probably be cussing him out but instead:

Your lip trembles, "Mhmm yeah, please- let me cum Jakey," He slows his pace, one of his hands slide up to your chin as he leans forward, still driving into you just at an agonising pace—keeping you on the edge.

His lips brush your jaw and his hot tongue traces your tear stained cheeks, "Sluts don't get to cum so easily baby." he says almost softly, still mocking.

"No-no—I'm sorry—please," The veins and ridges of his cock slide against the walls of your pussy, in and out, so so slowly. That tightness in your stomach stays stagnant, infuriately so.

"Shhh just let me—ah use you." Jake was deep enough to have your hips shaking with each thrust. His words getting broken by sharp inhales every time your pussy clenches, like it's trying to strangle the cum out his cock.

"Use—me nghhhhh-close—please i'll do anything,"

"Anything?" Jake breathes, responding faster than lighting.

Your eyes squeeze shut as you nod erratically. His hand shifts down to your thigh, holding your leg in place and his length stills, as deep as it can go. You were barely there at this point, spluttering and stammering. Mind completely numb.

Jake's cock grinds against your cervix as his hand snakes down to your clit, rubbing harsh circles that send sparks flying down your spine.

"Gonna breed this pussy Y/n."

The knot in your stomach tightens, and all Jake can do is watch your beautiful face contort as he starts ramming past your swollen lips, sticky obscene sounds echoing through the room.

"Cum—now." he commands through a gritted pant.

The coils snaps past it's limit, sinking deep and bursting in the form of a clear-ish stream soaking your thighs and Jake's cock.

"—Ah holy fuck—you fucking squirted?" His hips stutter as he rides you through it, though your panting and crying.

Jake wasn't even bothering stifling his own noises, entirely entranced with how your pretty eyes roll back into your skull. With one final thrust his body lurches forward against yours, thick spurts of cum staining your walls as he pushes his swollen tip as far as it can reach.

Your head is lolled back as you pant, desperately trying to catch your breath. Jake was barely out of breath, if he was it was because he was still recovering from your pussy draining his balls dry.

The blue glow of the monitors cast harsh lines across the side of his face, it made that mean grin stretched across his face look even more sinister, if possible.

"Baby.. w-what are you—" he cuts you off and leans forward, kissing your parted lips as he reaches up to undo the thick webbing around your wrists, it was so abrupt you barely register as he guides your arms around his neck—lips still pressed to yours.

"On your knees."

"J-Jake—I can't—."

"Awe baby, you said anything remember?" He doesn't wait, just flips you over himself, you barely have the strength to hold yourself up on your elbows. Your cheek presses into the pillow as he enters your battered, sopping cunt, your eyes fluttering with a broken cry.

"Tell me you wanted—ngh this.." he breathes rough, watching your thighs vibrate beneath him.

You nod into the pillow, swallowing a thick glob of saliva before gasping through a sob. Jake's hips smack against the plush of your ass, skin rippling with each shove.

His rough palm stretches out, hand cocking back before cascading down against your ass with a piercing smack. Your back bends into a crescent with a noise that could barely be described as human, heat tingling around the area—burning in harsh waves.

"Use your fucking words. I know you can."

Jake sucks in a sharp breath at the feeling of your walls closing in, his enhanced senses amplifying the delicious suffocation of his cock. His eyes almost roll back, it was beyond dangerous and yet so fucking addicting.

"I w-wanted this—so bad—wanted you to fuck me—harder," your voice is hoarse, rough and muffled against the pillow.

"I-mmm I know you do."

His arm stretches out, huge hands grabbing your forearms, and pinning them behind your back. Jake pulls you back against his chest with one hand, breath ragged against your ear.

"You know, I can hear, everything Y/n." he derides, studying the side of your face with narrowed eyes, "I can hear your filthy cunt begging me for more, I can hear you struggling to breath on my cock." you whimper in response, apologies spilling out as he completely stills his movements.

"God Y/n, why didn't you tell me you're such a fucking slut." he drawls.

Your lips are wet with spit, your hair is falling over your face awkwardly, strands sticking to your parted lips. Jake's free hand, reaches around, his calloused fingers brush your trembling lips—sweeping the loose strands out the way.

He pulls the hair over your shoulder, holding it in a loose pony tail. His hips have stopped their relentless pounding, but his length is still buried deep, tip nudging that spongey flesh that has you spluttering weakly.

"Does my baby wanna make it up to me?" he purrs low, breath fanning your ear. You turn your head a little, lips jutted out, eyes glazed. Jake tilts his head, eyes boring into yours with a curve to his lips, one that has your stomach twisting.

"Yeah—yes Jakey I'll b-be good," your words come out as barely a whisper. Jake's fingers grip your chin, turning you further so his lips are brushing your wet cheek.

"Yeah? you gonna be a good girl? he whispers.

"Mhm yeah-I will."

He bares his teeth, tongue flicking out to wet his lips.

For the next however long, Jake would be in-between your legs, sucking and slurping at your used pussy, over and over. Usually he'd start slow, he'd kiss your thighs to your core, licking softly as his pretty nose nudged your nub, he'd keep going until you'd tremble beneath him.

But now? he's devouring your mixed cum, tongue lapping up the arousal like he's never gonna have the chance again.

His black hair is tousled under your hands, his lips are soaked with your arousal. Jake's completely focused on your writhing body and every intake of breath he hadn't been able to hear these last few weeks.

Your body writhes against his splayed hand across your stomach, it keeps you pressed down into the now soaked sheets. His tongue demands your attention, the muscle thrusts into your cunt at an alarming pace.

At this point your eyes had spent more time in the back of your head than on his, your hand tugging at his hair pathetically.

He pulls back for half a second, "Harder." His free hand hooks around your thigh, pulling you so his face is buried impossibly deeper into your cunt.

Jake's tongue alternates between licking at the milky arousal, and thrusting his tongue as deep as he possibly can, over and over, even as you cry and tell him you can't anymore. Your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling as your thighs clasp around his head.

"Fuck—taste so fucking good," he mewls, even your slick is amplified in the sexiest way, he could probably cum at the the smell of your pussy alone.

You can't respond, not while your ears buzz, beyond overstimulated. You were both completely covered in a sticky layer of sweat, and each others cum.

At first you had tried to respond, but you'd lost the ability to think long ago, words spiralling into broken cries and gasps.

His fingers part your lips, slipping into your stretched hole, he revels in the way you cry out—back lifting off the bed for nth time. His tongue flicks your nub as his fingers plunge in and out setting a devastating rhythm.

Your vision has been fading in and out in waves, and your lower abdomen is sinking into a deep heat, entirely overwhelming.

Unintelligible words spill out in a voice you barely recognise as your own and all you can do is chant his name in-between sharp pants and whines. But even those words fizzle out eventually.

"Look at you, you can't even speak?" he rasps before filthily spitting directly onto your swollen bud, he adds a third finger, ramming it into you with the filthiest squelching.

His puffy lips suckle around your clit, hand still stretching across your stomach and your entire body jolts as your hand in his hair tightens into a fist. Your hips rock against his face, drowning in pleasure. An involuntary moan rips it's way out of Jakes throat against your clit.

"Go on, fucking slut, fuck yourself on my face."

You sob as your hips pick up the pace, pussy grinding against his tongue, even as your body lurches at the overstimulation. Jake's moan comes out low, almost a purr as he simultaneously stretches his tongue out, it dangles loose and wet, swaying side to side in a lazy, rhythmic motion.

The vibration has you locking up and your orgasm shatters through on you. A barely audible scream shakes through your aching body as your vision goes completely white. Your face is soaked with tears and sweat and your clit is aching in pulsing waves.

He groans low as your cum coats his lips and chin, his mouth suctions to your slit as he attempts to catch as much as he can. Jake's fingers don't slow, they keep that treacherous pace against the beaten walls of your pussy.

"Too—ngnh-much!" you whimper, all high and shaky.

"Really? You were begging for it earlier." he tilts head in faux innocence, zeroed in on every micro expression. God he's so fucking annoying.

"One more f'me." His fingers and tongue continue their assault as his cock ruts against the bed.

At this point there was no noises coming out your mouth, which was hung open. Your hand bats at his shoulders, toes curling in a feeling between pleasure and pain. His head cocks up a little at the batting, but when he catches your expression, he just laughs.

"I know you love this Y/n."

He shifts up onto his knees and finally removes his fingers and Jake pushes his hardened cock back into you. His long fingers knead your tit roughly, head tilting back as he chases his own pleasure, using your body, like you're nothing more than his fuck toy.

Your eyes flutter as you drift between consciousness, and Jake's hand finds home, splaying across your neck—with barely any pressure. It doesn't take much for his cock to burst thick pearly ropes of cum inside you, a few thrusts and he falls forward, panting into your neck.

His fingers find your clit pushing you over the edge once again, your teeth sink into his shoulder, a scream muffling into that tee he hadn't bothered to take off. Jake barely flinches at the pain, finally stilling his movements.

You collapse further into the bed as your shared pants echo though the room. The air is warm and heavy, carrying the lingering scent of sweat and tangled sheets, but neither of you find it in yourselves to care.

For a few minutes you both just lay there, completely spent, his cock still throbbing inside you, your cunt simultaneously pulsing. Gradually, you feel the tension leave Jake's body, his senses dull, and the hormone levels seem to settle.

His face is still buried in your neck, breath ragged, and for a moment you think his DNA was still fluctuating. But then he shifts a little, and pulls his head up to look at you. Instantly you notice the light had returned to them, bright brown eyes staring back at you instead of those bottomless pits.

"Y/n—fuck." His wide eyes look between yours—almost like he was assessing the damage, "Shit baby, did I hurt you?" he stammers, a little anxious and embarrassed.

"No Jake—I mean, in the best way." you say, he immediately notices how raspy and hoarse your voice is. He pulls back completely and sits up, his gaze darting over your face, your shoulders, anywhere he could find evidence that he'd pushed too far.

"Jake." your lips crook up into something soft and fond, his head snaps back up to your face, head tilting like a kicked puppy.

"I'm so sorry Y/n—I shouldn't hav—" you cut him off by snaking your arms around his neck, pulling his sweaty head right back down against you.

"Just shut up," you say against his hair, "You know I've been telling you to just trust yourself," You thread your fingers through his damp hair, scratching lightly against his scalp.

His limbs relax a fraction, arms tightening slightly around your waist. "I've seen you when you're fluctuating and that wasn't even 10% of your power." you continue, voice barely a whisper, "You controlled it."

For a second he doesn't say a word. Then you feel a puff of air against your neck and he buries his face further into you, "I hate that you're right."

For a moment you both stay in that same position, mind blank. Partially because he fucked you so hard your ability to form thoughts had dissipated. Jake's mind is also blank, well as blank as it can be when your senses, strength and reflexes are 40 times stronger than the average human.

"Besides, it was hot." you say after a moment, a small grin stretching across your face.

Jake lets out an almost breathless laugh into your neck, "Really was hot," he presses gentle kisses under your ear. You agree bobbing your head in a lazy nod.

"You loved it hm?" he asks pulling back once more, confidence returning.

"Jake."

He laughs softly, catching your lips as his palm rubs your hip slowly, trailing down. Fuck this man.

"Jake." you repeat between his kisses.

He hums low, vibrating right against you, but that doesn't stop his fingers from scooping up the pool of cum still leaking out of you.

You physically jolt as if electrocuted, "No- I am so serious, no more." you shake your head firmly as your hand wraps around his wrist—in a poor attempt to stop him. Average human vs a super human by the way.

"Relax baby." he purrs, unfairly sparkly puppy eyes on display. Even as your brain tells you not to listen, your body listens anyway.

His fingers push the seed back between your twitching lips.

"I told you I'm going to breed you, didn't I?"

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