#shadowcat x reader

Baby, just do the dishes, I'll give you what you, what you want/Considering I have feelings, I'm like, "Why are my clothes still on?":

Scott may have been a busy man but he wasnt under any sort of impression that you'd "pick up" all the housework when the two of you moved in together. As your arms wrapped around his waist he moved to put one hand over yours before remembering he was elbow-deep in suds. Looking over his shoulder to see a love-drunk expression on your face and glazed over eyes. A little insulted that you thought he was that backwards in his thinking and... you were still dating him. He needs to have some sort of conversation about this

Jean loved having with her while doing chores, the domesticity of it warm in her chest, but as you tucked yourself into her side, muttering something about "taking such good care of me". She absolutely doesnt object as you start pressing your face into her neck but she is a bit worried she might've been distant the last few weeks, laying her head on you as she finishes up before

Ororo was fine with doing her part around the household, but she did have a specific distaste for dishes. But with the dishwasher broken and you busy at work, she had started on the dishes from last nights dinner and today's breakfast. She'd gotten into a groove when you got home and saw her doing the thing she dislikes just because you were busy and it had to be done. Ororo prides a bit as you press against her back pressing kisses in thanks. She could get used to this... lets hope maintenence was here tomorrow though.

Anna-Marie huffed and puffed about getting it done but when she finally sauntered over to the sink and started working the look of pure unfiltered attraction from you as you finished cleaning the bookcase was all worth it. She'll make a show out of it too, lifting the plate up slightly so that droplets of water run up her arm as your eyes followed the wet trail. Might try to bargain for a reward (kiss) when she's done.

Remy doesnt shy away from doin what his partner wants, he lives to serve. And if the fastest way to get your hands crawling across his skin is to play house-husband then he is more than willing to comply, he doesnt exactly get how you get hot and bothered from doing the bare minimum but Remy would never turn down an oppurtunity to lavish you in attention (and get some in return)

Assemble a chair from IKEA, I'm like, "AhAhAh"/Offering to do anything, I'm like, "Oh, my god":

Kurt has gotten more handy over the years, keeping his small church in order was a lot of work and outsourcing all the labor just wasnt possible- plus watching your eyes trail over his back and arms while he lifted your new bedframe up the stairs was a pleasure like no other. Shocked that he did it by himself, as he assured you it was his duty as your partner, he doesnt want to ruin the moment though so dont be surprised when he bamfs across the room to receive his payment

Kitty and her endless ability to understand complex (and ridiculous!) instructions was one of the most attractive things about her. Oh her brain was so amazing, it's not your fault her face was in front of it! Which is part of the reason she seems so surprised when she looks up, halfway done fixing your phone to see your eyes glossy and unfocused, flitting across her face and hands. She'll fan her face and tie up her hair for you to have a better view, giggling as you come back to and start praising her.

Logan was buff. He was so, so buff. He knew it, you knew it, and he knew you loved when he showed off- moving your new couch to the other side of the room for the nth time as you keep getting distracted. Muttering out another "no not right" as he laughs and rolls his shoulder, hauling it to another area as you trailed behind, staring at his muscles. At some point he'll forego any sense of 'modesty' and take off his ratty white tank alltogether, enjoying hearing your breath catch in your throat

Warren didn't particularly like this process. He had put something on backwards a bazillion steps ago and was groaning in frustration as he had to redo all his hard work, but oh you loved this process. Watching his face flush in frustration and seeing how he kept doing this one little task for you over and over (accidentally making it harder for himself), he was about to call it quits when he saw your half-lidded eyes and knew there was a very nice end in sight.

Jean Grey (Phoenix):

knows the second you take the test and is waiting very impatiently on the other side of the door while you take it

so happy when she reads the results from your mind, but still pretends like it's the first time she's hearing it when you tell her

understands if you want to still come on missions at first but is not happy to see you there and looms over you the entire time making sure you never come within 100 yards of any real danger

practically begs you to not come on mission after the first 2 months and it would turn to arguments if you still tried to go

does everything she can to make sure you have everything you need and jumps up every time you move to ask if she can get you something

gets very over affectionate throughout the pregnancy and always wants to be touching you in some way

so gentle when fucking you especially after you start to show and would way tone down the speed and roughness of your sex even if you complain about it

got her plan for the birth when she first found out and is ready the second you start showing signs of labor

refuses to leave your side through the entire birthing process and makes sure you're not in too much pain (she regrets that she can't dull the pain completely because the Dr's say that'd be dangerous)

Emma Frost:

the second you have the thought you might be pregnant, she's showing up with five different pregnancy tests and an already scheduled Doctor's appointment

a little nervous, but she hides it well and is more excited and happy to have a baby with you

you better get comfortable around the house because she won't be letting you set foot in the field or go on missions for nine months and there won't be any compromises about it

overbearing about everything prenatal, gets you all the recommended prenatal vitamins and gets very snippy when you eat/drink something that's not "nutritional for the baby"

does not like to be apart from you during and will hover over you anytime you're sitting asking if you need anything or telling you there's some pregnancy exercise she wants you to try

would never admit it, but seeing you pregnant with her baby turns her on like nothing else

would fuck you almost every night and grows a special love for spoon fucking because it's most comfortable one you start to show

an absolute disaster in the delivery room, she's so distressed about you and the baby being okay the entire time she's snapping at every doctor, nurse, and once you (she realized very fast that was not wise)

Anna-Marie (Rogue):

panics when you tell her because not sure you're both ready or that she even wants a baby, she worries the baby will have a power set like hers and struggle to control it, or she'll be a bad mother like Mystique

but the second you say something about how you're having the baby with or without her in your life, she's stepping right up because that's the last thing she wants and after a bit of reassurance and talking through things, she'll start to look forward to the idea of you having her baby

you're going nowhere near danger and if danger comes near you (very likely given how often the mansion / x-men homes get attacked) she's going ballistic on whoever threatened to hurt you

reads all the pregnancy books and is constantly trying to get you to follow all the recommended routines and do everything possible to prepare for labor

treats you like you're made of glass during sex, but after some encouragement and begging (plus research and talking to a Doctor) she'd pick it up after realizing it's safe

surpassingly calm during labor and stays right by your side to hold you hand and encourage you while you push

bonus hc for rogue: she'd be so scared her baby would have similar powers to hers and would drain your life force from inside while there's nothing she can do to save you (she knows mutant powers don't usually develop till puberty anyway but it's still a constant nightmare)

Ororo Munroe (Storm):

happy when you tell her, but is pragmatic about it, asking if you're sure and what you're planning to do before she gets too excited, but once you're sure, she's just so happy you're carrying her baby

knows you still want to be part of the team, but makes sure she's on every mission you come on and would make sure you're safe (she does that always anyways but it feels even more important knowing you're carrying her baby, she doesn't want you getting hit at all)

once you start showing, she's asking you to stay back and will be more forceful than she usually gets with you about it

always making sure you have everything possible you need and are following the doctor's orders very stubborn with you about your daily routines and habits to ensure a healthy pregnancy (you tell her you're craving something sweet- she's bringing you a strawberry)

overjoyed when you ask her to have sex during pregnancy because she gets to make you feel good and get you off your feet

would happily just eat you out and take care of herself but if you asked her to actually fuck you, she'll happily indulge you

she'll do her best to stay calm during labor but it will be storming outside as her control slips in her anxiousness

she'll hold your hand, encouraging you to squeeze as hard as you need and offering every possible word of encouragement as you labor

Betsy Braddock (Captain Britain/Psylocke):

happy, she's excited to take the next step with you, and though it's a surprise, she thinks she can be a good mom with you by her side

most of her nervousness comes from worrying about you during pregnancy and how your delivery will go

would be very unhappy about it, but would tolerate you coming on missions at first

would finally put her foot down about it once you start showing because it's more likely to impact you and makes it more real to her

spends the whole pregnancy looming over your shoulder waiting for you to need something from her or ask for something

makes notes of all the doctor's recommendations and reminds you every day about what you should be doing, eating, etc, and gets an attitude when you go against her

sees you carrying her baby as something so intimate and wants to reward that by giving you intimacy in return

she wants to make you feel good and every time you feel like it, she's ready to fuck you and make you cum, she understands you body very well and knows when / where she needs to hold back

she's calm during your labor, she trusts that you're in the best hands with the doctor's and nurses and assures you the whole time you're doing great

happy to let you crush her hand and apologizes at least once for getting you pregnant (even though she doesn't mean it, she's happy for the baby, but she's sorry for the pain)

Kitty Pryde (Shadowcat):

thinks you're playing a prank on her when you first tell her and only realizes you're serious when you get upset with her for laughing

gets really nervous about the prospect of you being pregnant because she doesn't feel quite ready to parent, but she's not going to abandon you, she knows the baby is hers, and she'll step up and try to be the best mother she can

she'll tolerate you coming on missions for a few weeks, but make sure you stick right by her side the whole time

but the second you have an ultrasound she can hear the fetus heartbeat- she's making the executive decision that you're done coming on missions for the foreseeable future

spends all her time trying to make you comfortable and is always researching what's good for pregnancy and encouraging you to do what's highly recommenced and beneficial

very stubborn about your diet and gives you a dirty look anytime you have caffeine or anything that's recommended to limit during pregnancy

she's done all the research and knows sex during pregnancy is generally safe and can sometimes help ease discomfort

she's all too happy to share this fact with you and is more than happy to make you feel good and fuck you

panicking during your labor but tries to appear calm for your benefit (she does a bad job but it helps a little)

tells you over and over again how good you're doing and stays right by your side no matter how long it takes

Illyana Rasputin (Magik):

shocked when you tell her, had the idea of "well I haven't been wearing condoms or pulling out this whole time and no pregnancy yet so it must be impossible" so she just stares at you dumbfounded

the thoughts come slow, but she manages to wrap her head around it and is just like okay, let's do this, let's have a baby and somehow goes from surprise to very overconfident in her ability to raise a child in a matter of minutes (she says repeatedly "what it's just a baby")

wouldn't think too much about you still coming on missions until the second you start to show and it's like a switch flips in her brain and she's demanding you stay out of the field

gets you everything you ask for or anything she thinks you'd need, which is often some weird food or drink she saw is good for pregnancy and then she'll stand there and watch you to make sure you eat / drink it

thinks it's hot when you start to show which surprises herself but she's happy to act on it

turns into a huge groper, hands always on your body, wandering over every part before she works you both up enough to fuck you

absolute disaster during the delivery, all the anxiety she hadn't been feeling during the pregnancy hits her all at once when you go into labor

pacing the room and muttering to herself about how she's crazy for thinking she could be a mother and your kids going to be have all kinds of problem because it's hers

has to be reminded repeatedly by nurses to calm down because she's stressing you out and manages to hold your hand and comfort you about half the time before she freaks out again

Laura Kinney (Wolverine):

very surprised and says she needs some time alone to think about it

calm when she comes back and ready to hear whatever you have to say about, though she is very scared about her abilities to be a good mother because of her lack of childhood, but after reassurance, she gets excited about the prospect of having a baby with you

no you will not be coming in the field anymore and if you try to argue with her about she gets very broody and upset with you about putting yourself and "her baby" in danger

asks you every 2 seconds if you're alright and need anything and wants to assist you in everything you do even if it's not a two person task (shower? she's in there too, taking a nap? she's right there watching you sleep, waking up at night because you can't sleep? she's following you to the living room to sit with you on the couch, where she promptly falls asleep slumped against your belly)

very hesitant to hurt you and would rather just eat you out and jack off than fuck you, but after a lot of begging, she'd agree to fuck you just a lot more gently than normal

freaks way out when you start spotting after though and only calms down after looking it up to see that it's normal after sex

trainwreck in the delivery room, seeing you in pain deeply upsets her especially because she's partially responsibly and there's nothing she can do aside from let you squeeze her hand

Y/N huffed as he held his own side. Leaning into a tree, he forced his bleary eyes to the scene in front of him. He had already started crying moments before that. He understood what was happening.

He saw Laura holding Logan in her arms. The old X-Man was laboring in his breathing, though he didn’t notice. At the moment, he only cared about seeing Laura.

With little strength left, Y/N dropped onto the ground. He looked at his hands to see his own blood. His vision continued to blur from both tears and exhaustion. If he understood what was happening, which was difficult given his foggy mindset, it wouldn’t be long until he saw Logan again.

“Y/N,” a sweet voice whispered.

Y/N craned his neck not entirely believing what he was hearing. It had been so long since that voice had surrounded him.

“Y/N,” they whispered again. “Kit-Kitty?” “Yeah,” she responded.

The man in agony lifted his head. To the surrounding kids, they were confused. Laura was too focused on her father to care. Y/N was muttering at nothing. Y/N let out a massive sigh as he could see his long gone wife. She looked as beautiful as he remembered.

“You’re okay,” he sobbed, “You’re waiting for me, right? I’m dying?” Kitty knelt in front of him. She smiled. “Not quite, Y/N.” “What?”

In an odd sense, he was almost sad that he wasn’t. He could see his wife; why wouldn’t he be dying?

“You have to hold on,” she encouraged, “These children need you.” He let out a long wheeze. “They’ve got,” he paused to let out a breath, “Eden. Don’t need me.” She held his cheek. “Yes, they do.”

Y/N glanced at the ground. He let out another sob as more tears wet the ground. He shouldn’t be alive right now; not after what the Reavers had done to him. But, his wife was telling him he was going to be fine. So, why did he not want to stay?

“I wanna see you,” he blubbered, “Why can’t I see you? I miss you, Kitty.” “I’ve never left,” she whispered, “Not once.” He swallowed. “I love you.” She smiled. “I know.” She placed her hand on his forehead. “Now. Live.”

Y/N sucked in a deep breath of air before falling onto his back. He sounded like a fish gasping for water as one of the kids hurried to his side. Immediately, she noticed his wound. Without hesitation, the young mutant placed her hands on him and healed him. Within moments, Y/N was breathing normally.

He squinted while he looked up at the child. Without even looking, he knew the image of his wife was gone. But...she was right. These kids needed someone now that Logan was gone. Y/N would make sure they made it to safety.

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“Come here.” Illyana’s hands dig into your hips as she yanks you backwards into her lap. You squirm as she hooks her arms around your waist. “Mmm.” She grunts and kisses the back of your neck. “Don’t squirm, I know you’re cold, I’m just trying to warm you up.” She mutters against your neck.

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You knew it was a mistake when you got the text demanding you come to their room to ‘hang out’. You hadn’t even made it three feet into the room before Illyana was grabbing you and trying to pull you into her bed. “I am not.” You wedge yourself from her grip, falling onto the ground as Kitty chuckles and spins around in her desk chair.

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“Don’t be a baby,” Kitty says as you frown from your new position on the floor. “Illyana was being generous.”

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“Generosity has nothing to do with it.” You grumble and use the bed to pull yourself up onto your feet.

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“Kitty left the window open; it’s a little drafty. I know you’re cold.” Illyana shrugs and leans back, propping herself up on her elbows. It makes her black tank top ride up a bit, and you have to tear your eyes away from her exposed abs.

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“Come on.” Kitty stands up and pushes your shoulders, shoving you backwards onto Illyana’s bed. “Don’t be difficult.”

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“I’m not being difficult.” You huff and try to ignore Illyana’s fingers brushing against your hip. She thumbs at the bottom of your shirt. “And just so you know,” you push Illyana’s hand away. “I wouldn’t cuddle with you even if I were in Antarctica.” You snap.

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Hindsight is 20/20. And only a few seconds later, you regret your choice of words. It truly was a horrible taunt for someone who can teleport you wherever the hell they want to. So, as Illyana walks back through her portal and leaves you in a frozen tundra, you truly see the error of your ways.

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You had only been wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt when you came to their room. At least you had socks on, but as you kneel in the snow and wrap your arms around yourself, you feel your toes going numb. Snow swirls around you in a harsh wind. You look around weakly, but don’t see any signs of life or shelter.

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The snow burns your skin, and numbness seeps deeper into your body. You don’t even have the strength to reach into your pocket and try to get your phone, and you doubt there’s a signal in this place anyway. All you can do is wait until a flash of light separates the flurry of snow in front of you and Illyana reappears.

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You want to glare, to be angry at her, but she holds her arms open, and all you have the strength for is to stumble forward into her awaiting arms. She’s so warm, as her muscular arms wrap around you and she pulls you back through the portal, you sag against her. She hums in satisfaction as she teleports you through Limbo and back into her bed.

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You can practically feel the smugness radiating off her as she lies back against a pillow, and you stay affixed to her torso. The feeling slowly starts to come back to your limbs, and you shiver against her. A blanket gets thrown over the two of you, and another warm body presses against your back.

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“Not so pouty now.” Kitty’s breath tickles your ear, and you shiver for a different reason.

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“She’s mean.” Your voice is half muffled against the fabric of Illyana’s shirt.

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“Oh, come on.” Illyana protests. “It wasn’t even 2 minutes.”

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“You left me alone in Antarctica.” You mumble.

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“It wasn’t Antarctica. It was just Northern Russia.” She shrugs. “You were fine. I was just proving a point.” You bite your tongue, knowing another comment could land you back in an empty snow-covered landscape. “You’re getting my bed wet.” She protests after a few minutes of warming you up.

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For a moment, you think she’s making a dirty joke, but then you feel the wet bottoms of your pants. The snow stuck to your clothes is melting in the pile of your combined body heat. And somehow, Illyana has the nerve to complain about it. “Well, whose fault is that?”

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“Yours,” Kitty says. “Your clothes are wet, take them off.” You don’t even have time to think about doing it yourself before Kitty’s hands are in your waistband. You start squirming as she shoves them down, but can’t get anywhere as Illyana’s hands grab your shirt and start yanking it over your head.

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You get caught in a tangle of your own clothes and the blanket as they try to wrestle you out of your clothes. “Stop squirming.” Illyana grunts, and someone’s elbow slams into your ribs. You gasp as the wind gets knocked out of your lungs, and Illyana takes the opportunity to get your shirt all the way off. Kitty gives up getting your pants off the normal way and just phases them off your body.

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“There you go,” Kitty says as she tosses your pants across the room. She slides her hand over the fabric of your underwear, groping your ass. You wiggle away, throwing yourself over Illyana to get away from Kitty’s hands. Kitty sighs, and they both sit up as you stumble out of Illyana’s bed, only in your underwear.

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“Why are you being so difficult today?” Illyana sighs. “Come get back in bed, or really send you to Antarctica this time.” Her words sound deadly serious, and you hesitate only a moment before you climb back into the bed.

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“Funny how a little threat always gets you to remember your place.” Kitty laughs as you begrudgingly take a seat on the edge of the bed.

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“But that doesn’t mean your little attitude is forgotten.” Illyana wraps her arm around your torso and yanks you backwards. “I’m thinking someone needs a reminder of their place.”

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“I completely agree.” Kitty nods as Illyana wrestles you down against the mattress. Once you’re down, Illyana flips over you, straddling your waist. You can already see her cock straining through her sweat pants.

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“Wait, wait.” You struggle as Kitty pins your arms down, and Illyana grabs your underwear and yanks it off.

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“Oh, look at that,” Illyana mutters. “Your mouth says no, but your cunt is dripping.” She’s right. It’s humiliating, but you’ve gotten used to this. It’s a habit now, your body knows that when Illyana and Kitty start manhandling you, it means you’re about to get fucked.  

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“So, maybe if you shut your pie hole, we’ll give your other needy hole what it wants.” Kitty hisses as you try to wrench your arms from her grip.

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“Bet I can make this a pie hole too.” Illyana laughs at her own joke as she buries her face between your legs. You moan as she latches onto your clit. Kitty holds your wrists tighter as you arch into Illyana’s mouth.

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“Not so argumentative now, huh?” Kitty smirks down as your face contorts in pleasure. You open your mouth to give a snarky remark, but before you can, Illyana grazes her teeth over your clit. You yelp and squirm, but Illyana grabs your hips, preventing you from getting away from her mouth.

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They hold you in place as Illyana eats you out. No matter how much you squirm and struggle, you’re helpless to her tongue. Illyana’s an expert in your body by now, and it doesn’t take her long to work you up.

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“Gonna cum.” You moan and buck your hips up. Illyana flicks her tongue over your clit one last time before pulling away. You whine as the pleasure fades quickly, leaving you on the edge of orgasm. “No, wait.”

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They both laugh as you buck your hips, trying to chase the contact. “Desperate little thing.” Illyana slaps your thigh roughly, making you freeze. “Don’t worry. We have what you need.” She shoves the waistband of her sweatpants down and pulls her cock free, apparently having forgone underwear for the day.

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She’s already hard and wastes no time shoving your knees apart and lining up with your dripping cunt. You both groan as she shoves her cock inside you. “There you go,” Kitty says while she watches where Illyana’s cock slips inside you. “You just needed some cock to act right, huh?” Kitty smirks down as you moan.

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Illyana starts fucking you slowly, working her cock all the way inside you. You stop squirming entirely as her fingers brush your clit. “Are you gonna behave?” Kitty asks. You nod at her through hooded eyes, too focused on pleasure to keep up your fight against her. She releases your wrists and pushes her own pants down and pulls her cock out.

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You open your mouth before she even has to ask. “So eager.” Kitty smiles as she cups the back of your head. She lifts your head up and slides a pillow underneath, angling it to get you into a good position for her. “You want to taste my cock, huh?” You whine softly in response. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

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Kitty slides her cock past your lips, groaning as you hollow your cheeks, sucking softly as she thrusts to the back of your throat. You gag and push against her hips, but Kitty keeps her cock buried until you slap her hip. She pulls her hips back, smearing drool and precum over your face before slapping your cheek.

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“Don’t fucking hit me.” She growls.

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“At least you didn’t get bitten.” Illyana huffs as she ruts into you.

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“No, we learned that lesson a long time ago,” Kitty says. Of course, they’re referring to the first time you were told to suck Illyana off. She had gotten a little too ambitious and tried throat fucking you without warning. You had tried to push her away, but she was stronger and overpowered you. Your only choice was to bite her. You had spent the rest of that day with an o-ring gag in your mouth, to ‘teach you how a good whore sucks,’ to quote Illyana.

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“Why haven’t we trained your throat yet?” Kitty pats your cheek.

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“Just wait.” Illyana grunts. “I’m almost done.” Her hips slap into yours as she thrusts into you roughly. “Shame that such a good cunt is attached to this waste of space.”

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“Such good pussy that it makes you cum in five minutes flat?” Kitty laughs.

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Illyana huffs but is too focused on chasing her orgasm to defend herself. She groans as she plows into you, balls slapping your ass. “Fuck.” She grunts, and you feel her cock twitch inside you. “Gonna cum in your pussy. Gonna breed you.”

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It’s not a question, so you don’t even attempt to protest. You wrap your arms around her back, digging your nails into her shirt. Illyana moans loudly as she thrusts her hips forward hard, burying her cock fully inside you. You whimper softly as the first warm splash of cum lands inside you.

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Illyana shivers and humps into you weakly as she keeps cumming. “Feels so fucking good.” She whimpers as her orgasm fades.

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“Our sweet little cum slut.” Kitty says and pats your cheek before scooting back to the bed. Illyana pulls her softening cock out of you slowly and rolls off you. You wince slightly as she leaves you feeling empty.

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Not for long, though, as Kitty is there to fill the void. She slides between your legs, taking Illyana’s place. Just as Illyana’s cum starts to leak out of you, Kitty shoves her cock inside you, pushing it back in. Your face flushes at the wet sounds as Kitty starts fucking you, stirring up Illyana’s cum inside you.

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Illyana rolls on her side and lazily reaches between your legs and rubs your clit. It feels so good, you moan and press your hips up, meeting Kitty’s thrusts as she fucks into you. “Look now, one load of cum, and you’re begging for more.” Illyana teases as she presses harder against your clit.

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“And to think,” Kitty grunts, “you tried to act all tough earlier. But all it takes is a little cock, and you remember your place.”

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“Yeah, as our cumdump.” Illyana continues. You want to defend yourself, but Illyana’s fingers on your clit and Kitty’s cock inside you make it hard to focus on anything other than pleasure.

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“Feels good,” you moan, “I’m gonna cum.” Kitty and Illyana smirk at each other as you squirm in pleasure. Illyana keeps rubbing your clit, and Kitty starts fucking you harder, angling her hips so her cock hits a new spot inside you. You gasp as your stomach tightens.

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“I can feel you clenching around me.” Kitty slams her hips against yours. “You want to cum so bad. To make a mess on my cock. Go ahead. Cum for us.”

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Your body obeys instantly. Cumming around her as she fucks you. You fist the sheets and arch against Kitty. She moans over you as your cunt flutters around her. Her teeth clench as your inner walls massage her cock. You fall back against the mattress as Kitty keeps fucking you through the aftershocks.

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“Ah.” She gasps. “Fuck.” Her cock throbs inside you. “You’re practically begging me to cum inside you. To breed you.”

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“Five minutes,” Illyana says quietly.

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Kitty ignores her comment and keeps thrusting into you with a new desperation. She pants heavily and squeezes her eyes shut. You know the signs, so it’s no surprise when you feel her start to cum into you. She rocks her hips into you, draining every drop of her cum from her balls inside you.

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She finally finishes breeding you with a grunt and rolls to the other side of you than Illyana. Kitty pants softly as Illyana drags two fingers through their mixed cum leaking out of you. She shoves her fingers into you, pushing their cum back into your used cunt.

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“You’re making a mess on my bed.” She tuts. “You’ll need to wash my sheets when we’re done.” You make a mental note that she said ‘when we’re done’, which means you’re going to have a long afternoon ahead of you.

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“Relax.” Kitty’s nails bite into your shoulder.

“It hurts,” you hiss as she pushes her cock against Illyana’s, trying to join her girlfriend in your cunt. 

“You can take it. This is your job.” Illyana grunts from underneath you. Your head lulls down, resting against her shoulder. You shift on top of her, squirming slightly as Kitty repositions herself behind you. Illyana’s on the bottom, laying beneath you on the couch. You’re laying on top of her, chest to chest, as Kitty kneels behind you. 

“Fuck.” You whine as Kitty tries again. You cry out in pain as the head of her cock wedges inside you. Illyana grunts beneath you as your pussy tightens around her. 

“Just like that.” Kitty groans as she sinks her cock deeper into her. She applied a good amount of lube so her cock slides the rest of the way without much resistance. Illyana’s eyes roll back in her head as her girlfriend’s cock slides against hers inside you. Holding still is torture for her, and as soon as Kitty’s cock is fully sheathed inside you, Illyana pulls out and thrusts in. They both moan at the feeling. 

You feel so stuffed full of their cocks, you can’t do anything but lay as they start fucking into you. They try to keep their rhythm together, pulling out and thrusting in at the same time. It keeps you in a cycle of almost empty to uncomfortably full. They moan as their cocks rub together inside of you. They pay little attention to you, you may as well be a pocket pussy for them.

Illyana and Kitty are too focused on their own pleasure to think of you. They both rut into you feverishly, rubbing their cocks together. Kitty humps against your back, dropping her head down to attach her lips to Illyana’s. They sloppily make out inches from your face. They moan into each other’s mouths as their hips grind into you. 

The stretch fades as they keep fucking you, the pain slowly fading to pleasure as they stuff you full over and over. You whine softly and reach down to rub your clit. “No.” Illyana mumbles before pulling her lips away from Kitty’s. She grabs your wrist, yanking your hand away from your cunt. “You want to be touched, you ask.” She growls. 

“Please.” You beg and try to wiggle your hand free of her grip. 

“Words.” Kitty groans. 

“Please touch me.” You whine. As you beg, Kitty reaches between your legs and presses two fingers against your clit. Your hips jerk forward, humping her fingers. 

“Ah.” Illyana tuts and grabs your hips. Her nails bite into your skin, forcing you to remain still. “Just let her touch you, you don’t control the pace.” You stifle a groan, knowing Kitty would likely take her fingers away. Their pace has faltered because of your actions, they both still grind slightly into you but now they’re focused on how you squeeze and flinch around their cocks when Kitty rubs your clit a certain way. 

“Feel good?” Kitty purrs in your ear. 

“Mhm.” You nod, pleasure coursing through you. The cocks move in tandem inside you. You can feel every vein and pulse as their cocks throb against each other.

“Tell her thank you.” Illyana says and pinches your hip.

“Thank you.” You rush the words out, not wanting to give her reason to do any worse. Illyana hums at your obedience and she retakes her hold of your hips. She moves your hips for you, forcing you to grind back against the pair of cocks stuffed inside you. Kitty rewards your obedience with more controlled movements on your clit. She rubs the bundle of nerves in tight small circles and pressure builds tight in your belly. “Gonna cum.” 

“That didn’t sound like asking permission to me.” Illyana says. 

“No it didn’t.” Kitty nods along in agreement and she pulls her fingers away. 

“No.” You cry out, hips chasing the sensation but Illyana prevents you from moving. “Please, I want to cum. Please, let me cum.” You beg, pleading for one of them to take sympathy on you. It had been a long day, you hadn’t been allowed to cum yet today and you’d already been fucked 5 times. It doesn’t help that Illyana and Kitty’s cocks are making you feel full in the best way. 

“Hmmm.” Kitty hums behind you in mock consideration. “I don’t know.” 

“Please.” You sob and rock your hips back against her, humping her cock desperately.

“Yeah?” Illyana grunts beneath you. “You want to cum on our cocks?” Kitty’s fingers find your clit again and you moan as she starts rubbing your clit. As appealing as the idea is of leaving you on the edge, it’s too irresistible to feel your cunt cum around them together. “Go ahead.” They start fucking hard into you again and Kitty’s fingers rub your clit roughly. 

The sudden stimulation sends you fast into an orgasm. The coil in your lower stomach snaps and you groan loudly as you cum, hips rocking back against their two cocks. Both women groan as your cunt spasms and tightens around them. It gets to Illyana first- the feeling of your pussy gets even tighter around her and Kitty’s cock rubbing against hers is too much. She humps up into you desperately as she cums. 

Kitty cums a second later, the feeling of Illyana’s cock throbbing against hers sends her spiralling. Both their cocks throb and pulse inside you as they cum. You shiver weakly as your orgasm fades, aftershocks taking over. You feel even fuller as their cum fills you up. The warmth spreads through your stomach as two pairs of balls empty inside you. 

They both hump into you weakly as they drain their cum. “Fuck.” Illyana grunts as the last drop of her cum spills weakly inside you. You wince as they slowly pull out together, a flood of cum following them. Kitty moves off the couch as Illyana shifts you to the side. She shoves you off to the side, leaving you on the couch in a puddle of cum. They talk softly to each other as they get dressed, paying little attention to you. 

You groan as you pull the top of your training suit over your head. Your ribs ache, and you wonder if Kitty actually broke one when she shoved you down in the danger room. It was a rough exercise already, involving a fake battle scenario on a mountainside, and then Kitty had come alone, like she always does and messed everything up for you.

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You were doing fairly well, holding your own, but Kitty had “accidentally” tripped you at the same time she shoved you backwards with her hands, giving you no opportunity to catch yourself. You went down hard, falling about 10 feet and landing on the only slightly cushioned floor of the danger room.

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Kitty hadn’t apologised, of course, just looked down at you with a satisfied grin and told you to get up and return to the fight. It took a long time to catch your breath, and instead of returning, you had slipped into the locker room, giving up your drive to train for the day. Not that you ever wanted to fight by Kitty’s side anyway. She was horrible to you, and you would rather hit her than defend her.

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Not that you’ve ever had the balls to fight back against her. You just take every hit and insult she throws your way. You try not to give her a reaction, because when she notices some tears, or you accidentally whine at her to stop, she just taunts you even worse about it. She loves leaving bruises and marks, telling you that every time you see or feel them, you’ll remember you’re beneath her.

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You know your ribs will ache for a few days, and every time they do, you’ll have to think about Kitty. And that is not what you want at all. You wince as you shove your training shorts down and throw them in your locker, slamming it shut with an angry growl. Kitty was just so frustrating, and you have no idea how to deal with her.

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“Well, someone’s having a bad day.” You jump at her voice, turning quickly as she appears right through the row of lockers behind you.

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“Get out of here.” You try to sound commanding, but it comes out like a weak plea. “You can’t be in here, Kitty.”

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“Yeah?” She raises her eyebrows, walking towards you. You back up until your bare back presses against your locker. “You gonna make me leave?”

You clench your jaw; you’re not about to make her do anything. You shiver as her eyes trail down your bare chest and torso. “Nice boxers.” She snorts, and you cover your crotch, growing embarrassed.

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“Oh, please,” She rolls her eyes, “Not like there’s anything there to cover.”

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“That’s not true.” Your face burns as she grabs your wrists and yanks your hands away from your groin.

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You fight her grip, trying to wrestle control of your arms from her, but she shoves both of them back behind you, phasing your hands into the lockers. “Stop being a little bitch.” She snaps and then smirks. “Or I’ll let go.”

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You stop. Not because you like listening to her. Not because her threatening you made a little tingle of arousal shoot down your spine. Of course not that, you only listen because you don’t want half your arms to become a permanent part of the lockers.

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“That’s what I thought.” Kitty pulls your arms back into the open air and then, without warning, yanks your boxers down to your knees. She smacks your arms back when you immediately try to recover.

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She laughs, and your embarrassment only grows. “Oh yeah, look at that. I’m sure the girls love you. What do you have there? An inch?” You squeeze your legs together, trying to hide your tdick from her.

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“Stop.” Your whine is pathetic, but you don’t care. “Leave me alone.”

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“Aw, what’s wrong? It gets bigger when you’re hard, right? Or…” She looks back up at your eyes and cocks her head, “That is hard, isn’t it?” You shake your head, but she’s right: you can’t admit to yourself that Kitty being mean to you turns you on, but the arousal between your legs is undeniable.

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“What would you even know about dick size, huh? Not like you’re that impressive.” You bite back.

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Kitty smirks and steps back from you. She maintains eye contact as she slowly pulls down her waistband. Her pants and underwear drop to her ankles, and you can’t resist the pull of your eyes down. Your breath catches because, wow.

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You stare at Kitty’s cock. She’s not even hard, half-hard maybe, but her cock still hangs down by her thigh. She’s big, definitely above average, and thick. “That’s what I thought. Never seen a real cock have you?”

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You open your mouth to protest, but can’t find any words to defend yourself. You’re too stuck on her cock. “Totally fried your brain, didn’t I? Do you want to feel it?” She doesn’t wait for your response, just grabs your hand and yanks it to her crotch. Your brain wakes up as your fingers brush her cock.

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You try to pull your hand away, but she snaps. “Touch it.” You keep trying to get out of her grip, but she corrects you with a quick fist to your lip. It’s not that hard; she’s certainly hit you harder, but it still makes your lip hurt, and you’re lucky when you don’t feel any splits in the skin. “Grab my cock, or I’ll hit you again.” She pins you to your locker with a forearm across your throat.

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You can’t listen. Your eyes flick down, watching your hand as you reach out and wrap it around her shaft. Her cock is warm and heavy in your grip. Kitty sighs softly, and her cock twitches in your hand. “Jerk it.”

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You hesitate; this is not the place for this. Anyone could walk through the locker room door at any time. And you don’t want to be caught giving Kitty a handjob. “Jerk me off.” She growls. “I’m sure you know how. Tried to jerk yourself off before, what do you use, huh? Two fingers?”

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You ache at her taunts and squeeze your legs together harder. “Jerk me off or I’ll tell everyone just how little you’re packing, baby boy.” Her words are cruel, and you fight back the tears that threaten to well in your eyes.

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But despite yourself, your hand starts to move. Kitty exhales deeply as you slowly stroke her. “Oh, there you go.” You move your hand down, feeling the tip of her cock, before going back to the base of her shaft. At the base, you feel the press of her balls against the top of your fingers; they’re warm, heavy against you and you think of what it must be like when she cums. Your thoughts swim with the idea of her shooting hot, sticky ropes on you or in you.

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The pressure of her arm against your throat lessens, a reward for your compliance. “You like feeling my cock, don’t you?” She asks, voice dropping an octave, huskier in your ear. You shake your head, mustering your best glare to give her. “Well, maybe you’ll like tasting it more.” She moves away, giving you space and gesturing to the ground.

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“No.” You glare at her. You are not sucking her off her.

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“Oh, I’m sorry,” Kitty says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Did I sound like I was asking? Get on your fucking knees.” She points at the ground with her feet.

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“Kitty, no.” Your voice wavers as her frown deepens.

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“Get on your knees, or I’ll drag you out into the training room and show everyone your pathetic excuse for a dick.” Her tone is deadly serious, and it’s hard to tell if she really means it or if she’s just trying to scare you, but you really don’t want to risk it. Kitty keeps glaring at you as you lower yourself down to your knees between her and the lockers.

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She wastes no time once you’re down; she grabs the back of your head and forces your head forward. You pull back weakly as she shoves your face into her crotch. Her cock is hard against your face, and she literally rubs your nose in it. “Smell that? That’s a real cock.” You don’t risk opening your mouth to call her gross. You’re surrounded by her musky scent, the scent of sweat lingering from training.

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She grabs her cock, lifting it up to slap it on your forehead. She presses her balls against your lips. Your nose is buried in the seam between her cock and sac, practically suffocating you in her. “Lick my nuts.” Kitty orders, one hand jerking her cock on your face and the other holding your head in place. “I know you’re dumb, but you know how to listen. Open your mouth, stick your tongue out, and lick my balls.” She pulls your hair to make her point and gives you a glare that you know contains a threat.

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You open your mouth and slowly stick your tongue out. You cringe at the salty taste of her lingering sweat, but don’t dare pull away from her. You drag your tongue up her sac, before swirling around one side. You lick underneath her balls before going up the other side, fully circling them with your tongue.

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You repeat the action the other way, before moving to lap at the seam between her nuts. Kitty groans above you, her hand moving rapidly on her cock as she jerks off above you. You want to get this over with, want to please her, and you don’t want to admit it, but you find yourself getting lost in it.

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You rest your tongue underneath one of her heavy nuts and wrap your lips around it, sucking softly. “Oh, fuck-” Kitty groans. You suck a few times softly before switching to give the other fair treatment.

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She yanks your head back without warning. You grunt in pain, mouth hanging open, but empty as she pulls you away. You shut it when she angles her cock towards you. She taps her cock on your shut lips, and you feel a wet smear of precum on your lips. Without thinking, you lick your lips, tasting the salty bit of her cum and just brushing the tip of her cock.

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You quickly pull your tongue back and shut your mouth, refusing to allow her access even though you know that’s what she wants. She tells you a second later with a sharp tug of your hair, “Open your fucking mouth.” You shake your head, and her lips curl into a snarl. “Open your mouth and suck my cock or I swear I’ll phase it into your skull.”

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You don’t think she’d do that. Kitty may be a total jerk and bully to you, but you don’t think she’d kill you, which you think phasing her cock into your brain would do. But you don’t want to antagonise her; you just want this nightmare to end. So your lips part, opening slowly to accept the head of her cock.

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She doesn’t take her time shoving her cock inside. Kitty keeps a firm grip on your hair as she thrusts her hips forward, burying half her cock in your mouth. You choke, gagging when the head pushes against the back of your throat.  “Yeah, gag on it.” She groans. You choke again, unable to do anything but what she says as she tries to push her cock deeper.

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Kitty refuses to pull back, even as you slam your palms against her tense thighs, trying to push  her back. “What?” She growls. “Too big for you? Bet you didn’t think cocks could grow this big with the pathetic excuse between your legs. Well, too bad, swallow it, whore.”

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You look up at her with big eyes, silently pleading with her when you know full well your verbal pleas have never had any effect on her before. She stares down at you with a glare. “I said swallow it.” She thrusts her hips forward, trying to push more of her cock into your mouth. “God, you’re useless." She spits and rips your head back, making you cry out at the sharp pain in your scalp.

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You gasp for air as you finally get free of her cock. A string of precum and spit connects your lip to her tip, and you wipe at it. You swallow the excess spit in your mouth before looking up at her. “You’re too rough.” You complain.

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“Aw,” Kitty mocks your pout. “Poor little bitch boy can’t handle a real cock.” You clench your jaw, getting the urge to hit her. Her faux pout shifts into a smirk. “Do it. I dare you.” She reads the desire on your face, knows how badly you want to hit her back. You unclench your fists, letting them hang limp by your side. “That’s what I thought.”

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“I- I have a real cock.” You finally manage to protest.

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“Stand up.” She snaps, smiling as you instantly rise to your feet. She pushes you back, forcing your back against the gym locker. She holds you in place with one arm across your chest and reaches down with the other.

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You squirm as she spreads you open, exposing your swollen clit. “Oh, yeah, you’re a big boy alright.” She mocks. You gasp as she grabs you between her thumb and forefinger. “Oh, and you’re so hard too.” She moves her fingers, stroking you as you whimper and weakly flinch.

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“Let’s compare.” She lets go and moves her hand to grasp her shaft. She slaps her tip against your tdick, smirk widening as you flinch. Kitty moves her hips, rubbing the head of her cock against yours. Her cock dwarfs yours; the head of her cock is as long as your entire length and is much thicker.

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It’s humiliating, but you can’t help but watch with fascination as she rubs against you. Kitty gets distracted as well, especially when you stop struggling. She grinds her cock against you, soft sighs leaving her lips. Your hips start moving on their own, grinding back against her. Humping Kitty’s cock feels so good, you both get lost in the sensation.

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But then you hear a clatter from the danger room and whip your head towards the wall. The locker room door is behind you, separated by multiple rows of lockers, but you suddenly remember that anyone could walk in at any time.

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“Kitty-” You plead. “Someone might come in here.”

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“So?” She rolls her eyes and keeps rubbing her cock against you.

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“I don’t want them to see.” You try to push her back, but she shrugs your hands off.

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“What? Would you be embarrassed having everyone know you’re my little bitch boy?” She smirks at you and grinds against you harder, making you moan softly.

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“Kitty- please.” You try to get her to listen, pushing hard against her shoulders. You catch her just off guard enough to get her to stumble back. She growls and slaps you across the face hard. Tears well in your eyes at the burning pain in your cheek.

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“Just shut up. You are so annoying. Get back down on your knees and suck me off. The faster you finish me off, the less likely it is that someone will walk in here.” She stays back, hands on her hips expectantly.

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“Can’t we go somewhere private?” You’re far past the point of outright telling her no, but that doesn’t mean you want anyone seeing you with her cock in your mouth.

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She cocks her head, and you can see her thinking about it. “Okay, fine. We can stay here, and you can suck me off and hope no one interrupts, or we can go somewhere private, and you can spread those legs and give me some real action.”

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“What?” Your voice is flat; she can’t possibly mean-

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“Let me fuck your cunt.” She clarifies.

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“Kitty…” You shake your head. She can’t. You don’t want her to; at least you think you don’t. But even as you think it, you can feel the arousal growing between your legs, the wetness leaking down to coat your inner thighs.

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“I’m tired of hearing the pathetic way you say my name. Let's try something with a little more respect.” Her grin is evil, and it sends a shiver of fear through you at the same time you feel your clit throb. “So, what’s it gonna be? Do you want Daddy’s dick in your throat or cunt?”

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That’s not really the ultimate; it’s whether you want to risk being caught or spread your legs for Kitty and never live it down. But you get too distracted by her self-assigned title. She is crazy if she thinks you’re going to call her that. Strangely, you feel your desire grow; the thought of her being inside you isn’t unappealing. Her cock is nice; you’re sure it’ll be a stretch to fit, but you doubt she’ll be gentle. But you really don’t want to be caught sucking her off.

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“Privacy, please.” You say softly.

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Kitty smirks. “Ask me.” You bite your lip, refusing. “Do it.” She grabs your jaw. “Say ‘I want you to fuck my bitch boy cunt, Daddy’.” You don’t want to say it, but the longer you stand here, the more likely you are to get caught with your pants down.

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“I-I want you to fuck my bitch boy cunt… Daddy.” It’s a struggle to force the words from your mouth, but you get them out.

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“Come on.” She grabs your arm and drags you forward. You stumble after her, leaving both your underpants in a pile in the middle of the floor. She drags you through the locker room naked, leading you all the way to the showers. She peels back one curtain and practically throws you into the stall.

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Kitty steps in after you and yanks the curtain shut behind her. “All right, spread those legs, pretty boy.” She seems much more cheery at the prospect of fucking you. This isn’t exactly the privacy you had in mind, but it’s better than being wide open in the locker room.

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You face away from her, placing your palms on the shower wall and bending over slightly. You shift your legs apart, trying to create enough space between them for her to get inside you. “Gentle, please.” You say, but refuse to look at her. You hang your head, trying to relax as you feel her thighs press against yours. The weight of her cock rests on top of your ass, and your heart beats a little faster as you feel how high it reaches, imagining how deep inside you it will go.

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“Arch for me.” She orders and grabs your hips, forcing you to tilt them and arch your back, angling your ass out towards her. She’s quiet for a moment, unmoving and then, “Now, say it again. Tell me what you want me to do.”

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It takes you a minute to think about what she wants you to say. “I want you to fuck my bitch boy cunt, Daddy.” You say softly, practically whispering the words. The shower room has a tendency to make things echo, and you don’t want that lingering in the air.

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“Louder.” She barks. “And use some manners. You should have respect when talking to your superiors.”

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“Please fuck my bitch boy cunt, Daddy.” You say louder.

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“Oh, ‘Yana’s gonna love this.” Kitty chuckles behind you. You whip your head around, and your breath catches as you see her phone. It’s in her hand, angled down at where her cock is resting on your ass, but she quickly tilts it up, capturing your shocked expression. You hadn’t even known she had her phone with her.

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“No.” You yell and start to reach for her phone, but Kitty’s faster. She holds it out of your reach and laughs while you struggle.

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“Oh, stop. I’m just going to send it to Illyana. Keep fighting me, and I’ll send it to everyone.” She warns.

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“Please.” You turn away from her, not wanting to give her the chance to get your face on camera again.

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“There!” She chirps happily. “Sent to just Illyana. Take my cock well, and we might keep it that way.” You hear her set her phone down and breathe a sigh of relief. It’s bad enough Illyana and Kitty have a video of you begging for Kitty’s cock; you don’t want them having one of you actually taking it.

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You take slow, deep breaths, trying to prepare yourself for her cock. You know you’re soaked, and you know as Kitty pulls her cock back and angles it to press between your legs, that she won’t hesitate to comment on it. “You want it bad, don’t you, needy boy. Have you ever taken cock before?”

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You bite your lip, refusing to answer her question. “Answer me, so I know whether I’m dealing with a virgin loser or a used-up slut here.” She slaps your ass to punctuate her sentence and grabs your hip when you jolt forward. You still refuse, ignoring her. Why answer when you know either way she’ll taunt you?

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“That’s fine, I’ll just fuck you like a whore anyway.” She presses forward, and you gasp as the head of her cock slips inside you. You support yourself with one hand and drop the other between your legs; it’ll be easier to get you to relax if you touch yourself, but Kitty snatches your wrist before you make contact. “No. The only one who gets to jerk you off is me.” She says the words, but then she doesn’t make any attempt to reach between your legs.

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Kitty puts your hand back against the shower wall and then thrusts forward, sinking more of her cock into you. You groan as she stretches you out. She holds your hips in place with both hands and pauses for a moment before, without warning, she slams her hips all the way forward.

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You choke out a sob at the pain that flashes through you. She’s too deep too fast. You can’t breathe. Kitty groans behind you. “You’re so tight, baby boy.” You whimper softly as she draws her hips back till just the head rests inside you and then slams back forward. You take quick, rapid breaths, unable to catch your breath as she starts fucking into you hard.

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Kitty’s pace is brutal, her hips slamming into yours as she moans. “So fucking good. Why were you keeping this perfect cunt from me? If you had spread your legs for Daddy a little sooner, maybe I would’ve been nicer. But now that I know you’ve been holding out on me, I think you need a punishment.”

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“No, Kit- Daddy.” You are correct, trying to appease her merciful side. If she has one, you haven’t seen it yet, but the hope is there.

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She moans softly, and her thrusts into you falter. “Tell me how good my cock is.” She snaps.

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“So good, Daddy.” You come up with the words in the hopes that it will spare you whatever her punishment entails. “You’re so big, so um thick.”

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“Whose pretty pussy is this?” She groans, your submission and willingness to take her orders turning her on as much as her cock moving in and out of you.

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You want to say yours, but you know what she wants to hear. “Yours, Daddy.”

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“That’s right.” Kitty’s thrusts get rougher, jerkier. “And why is that?”

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“B-Because,” You struggle to think enough to find the words. Every time you open your mouth, she slams her hips forward, and you moan as her cock presses a deep spot inside you.

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“Speak up, whore. Why do I own your pussy?” She growls when you struggle to answer.

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“Because I’m your bitch boy, Daddy.” You manage to choke out. Even without her jerking off your tdick your arousal is at an all-time high. You know just a bit of her playing with you could get you off, and you use the opportunity to try and get it from her. “Can you jerk me off please?”

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“Aw, you want to cum while I fuck you?” Kitty grabs your hair, yanking your head back to pull your back flush against her front. Your bare back is pressed against her shirt, her hips slamming into yours with new ferocity. She wraps one arm across your chest and the other around your waist to hold you in place. “That’s too fucking bad. You’re going to take my load nice and deep inside you and be grateful I was desperate enough to stoop to fucking you.”

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You don’t know why you should be grateful when she was calling your pussy perfect a few moments ago. “Wait-” You gasp, her words suddenly hitting you. “You can’t. You can’t cum in me, Kitty.”

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“Is that what I told you to call me?” She pants in your ear, suddenly freezing with her cock buried balls deep inside you. You breathe hard, horrifying realisation setting in.

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“No, I’m sorry, Daddy. Please. Please don’t.” You whimper.

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Kitty doesn’t respond; she just starts moving again, hammering her hips into you with purpose. You know what the purpose is. She’s going to breed you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. But that doesn’t stop you from trying.

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You thrash, trying to get out of her grip. Kitty huffs and shoves you forward, slamming your face into the shower wall. It’s not hard enough to do any serious damage, but your forehead still knocks painfully against the tile. It makes it hard to think; your thoughts struggle to form, and you can’t focus on anything other than Kitty.

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Kitty’s body pressed against yours. Kitty’s breath ragged on your neck. Kitty’s hips slapping against your ass. Kitty’s cock moving deep inside you. Kitty’s head drops to rest against your shoulder as she groans deeply.

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You know it’s coming even before her cock pulses inside you and she moans. “Gonna take my load, pretty boy. Gotta breed my bitch.” You don’t fight, in fact, your hips press back with a mind of their own, your body practically begging her to cum in you. And Kitty is all too happy to oblige.

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She moans and pants as she buries her cock inside you and humps weakly against your ass. Her cock throbs again, and you flinch as you feel her warmth spread inside you. Her hips twitch with the pulses of her cock, shooting rope after rope of her cum inside you.

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“Nice and full.” She sighs as her cock twitches one last time before she relaxes behind you. “A real nice cumdump you are.” She snorts and eases her cock out of you. You flinch reflectively as you’re left feeling empty, and a drip of Kitty’s cum spills down your leg. She lets you go completely, stepping away.

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You’re lost without her, slumping forward against the wall and slowly sinking down onto the tile floor. You roll onto your butt, sitting with your back against the shower wall and your legs spread on the floor. Kitty’s cum slowly oozes out of you onto the shower floor. Kitty shuffles above you, and you look up blankly at her.

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Her cock has softened, hanging wet against her thigh, but that’s not what catches your attention; it’s her phone. It’s back out, and she’s angling the camera at you. You can’t move, can’t find the strength to protest or defend yourself. You just shut your eyes as Kitty laughs to herself, surely snapping various pictures. You wouldn’t be surprised if she’s getting a close up of her cum dripping from your used pussy.

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“Well,” Kitty says, and you open your eyes to look up. She’s not pointing her phone at you anymore, but she’s looking down at you with a smug, satisfied grin that makes you clench around nothing. “No more holding out on me. I’ll be using that grade A pussy whenever I want from now on, I think.”

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“Wait…” You whine as she starts to leave. “You didn’t… I didn’t cum.”

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“So?” She shrugs like you’re ridiculous for asking. “Don’t think about jerking off either, because if I find out you’ve been touching my pussy, I’ll send those pretty pictures to the entire teaching staff of this school.” You pout at her words. If she’s planning on making you her free-use pet, she could at least make you cum.

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“But maybe if you come by my room later and give me some proper head, I’ll consider playing with that tiny dick of yours enough to get you off.” She looks at you teasingly, knowing she has you even before you nod and mumble an agreement.

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“Good, now get cleaned up; you’re filthy.” She turns the shower knob, and you jump as freezing water starts raining down on you. Kitty disappears through the shower curtain, leaving you alone and soaking wet on the shower floor. You only manage to get up once the freezing water becomes too much to bear.

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You turn the water warmer and try to wash Kitty’s cum out of you. You’re sure she’s enjoying the thought of leaving you like this and the thought of the humiliating task of your cleaning up her mess. That’s not even considering the perfect blackmail material she already has on her phone. As far as you’re concerned, your life is pretty much over.

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Kitty has full power over you, and instead of the looming sense of dread you expect to feel, you feel a fresh wave of arousal. Truthfully, you doubt she’d know if you touched yourself; you’re already scrubbing down there anyway, but you wouldn’t put it past her to be watching you through a wall right now.

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So, you ignore the ache to cum and finish your cleanup. You rush back to your locker, peeking around corners to make sure the coast is clear in your current state. Damn Kitty for making sure you ended up naked and soaked wet in a different room than where she left your clothes.

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It doesn’t get any better when you reach your locker and find the pile of your shorts and underwear gone. “Fuck you, Kitty Pryde.” You sigh in the empty locker room and grab your gym shorts. Thankfully, she left those, but you still have to go commando as you make your way back to your room.

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All Kitty said was “later”, so you let a few hours go by. You try not to think about Kitty, but your thoughts keep turning back to the brunette despite yourself. It’s not until your phone buzzes and her name flashes on your screen that you let yourself really think about her and her cock. You really have no choice because when you open her message, it flashes across the screen.

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There’s no message attached, just a nice dick pic. You want to ignore it, but you vividly remember how her cock felt and the sight of it, even though the phone is enough to get you moving. You barely even think about it, and you’re on the way to Kitty’s room. You don’t bother knocking; just slam her door open and barge in.

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“Well, that was rude.” Not Kitty, says. You swallow thickly as Illyana stands up from Kitty’s desk. “Kitty was just telling me you learned some manners, but maybe she was wrong.”

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You don’t know how much Kitty told her, so you look to her for help. She’s sitting on her bed, phone beside her and pants on. It must have been an old picture; you doubt she took a dick pic with Illyana in the room, or you don’t know their relationship as well as you thought. Kitty doesn’t look at you, just smirks at Illyana and nods towards the door.

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Illyana sighs and shoves past, shoulder knocking into you so hard you almost fall over. As you catch yourself, she mumbles, “Have fun, bitch boy.” You clench your jaw and glare at Kitty. You still had a little hope that Kitty hadn’t actually sent her the video, but Illyana’s smug grin as she shuts the door tells you everything.

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Kitty waits till the door shuts to gesture you over. She doesn’t say anything, just shoves her pants down her hips and kicks them off.

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“Well,” she huffs and stares at you expectantly. You don’t want to make it easy for her, don’t want to crawl over and suck her cock like an obedient slut, but that’s what you’re doing. You crawl on your hands and knees across her bed to kneel between her legs. “Do it fucking right this time, okay? Balls deep in your throat.” She taps the base of her cock for effect. “I want your lips right here.”

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“Fine.” You roll your eyes as you get on your knees and forearms, head hovering over her cock. She must’ve been thinking about it; her cock is rock hard. Or maybe she got worked up talking about you with Illyana; you don’t know, and you don’t care. All you care about is that if you make her cum she said she’ll make you cum.

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“Try again.” Kitty snaps and grabs your jaw. She yanks your head up, forcing you to look at her. You don’t know what she’s looking for, but thankfully she tells you. “Tell me how much you want to suck my cock.”

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“I want to suck your cock. Please, Daddy.” You say, trying to sound convincing.

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“Better.” She nods and releases you. “Suck it.” She leans back against a stack of pillows, locking her fingers behind her head. A silent cue that you’re going to be the one putting in the work this time.

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You don’t want to keep her waiting. You wrap your hand around the base of her cock and angle it up. It’s less salty this time when you wrap your lips around her tip and suck softly. She must have showered and washed off her sweat, but you get a hit of salt as a bit of precum spits into your mouth.

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You part your lips, letting it spill down her shaft rather than swallowing it. Kitty grunts, and you keep your eyes on her groan, not wanting to see her reaction. “You spilt.” She snaps. “Ungrateful whore.”

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“Sorry.” You mumble.

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“You won’t spit out anything I give you ever again.” Kitty orders. You move to take your mouth off her and answer, but she grabs the back of your head, stopping you. “Don’t take your mouth off my cock, nod if you understand me, bitch boy.” You nod with her cock in your mouth. “Now, suck it.”

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She shoves your head down, not trusting you to do a proper job. You don’t want a repeat of earlier, so you try to relax your throat, letting her guide you down. You get further, almost ¾ of the way down, before you gag.

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Kitty moans when you choke. “Oh yeah. Gag on it, pretty boy.” She hums as she pushes you deeper, you choke, but open your throat for her. She jerks her hips up, ramming the last bit of her cock into your throat. Your lips press against her groin, and she coos softly. “You know, you’ve never looked more handsome than right now.”

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You choke and sputter, saliva spilling from your lips onto the base of her shaft and dripping down her balls. It’s impossible to get oxygen, but you try to breathe through your nose. Kitty holds you down until you start getting dizzy, then finally releases you. You yank your head back, coughing and wiping the spit off your lips.

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“I gave you a compliment; say thank you,” Kitty says, keeping her grip on the back of your head.

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“Thank you.” You say hoarsely. “Thank you, Daddy.” You correct without needing her direction. You take her cock back into your mouth on your own terms and bob your head down. You try to push yourself as deep as Kitty did, but you can’t. She makes up for it, though.

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She tightens her grip on the back of your head and thrusts her hips into your mouth. Kitty moans as she fucks your throat, holding your head a couple inches up from the base of her cock so when she fucks up her whole shaft is buried in your throat and when she pulls out only half her length remains in your mouth.

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“Such a good cocksucker,” Kitty whines. You’d tease her about it, but she’d probably slap you again and threaten to expose you to the rest of the X-Men. But she must see it on your face because she pulls your hair and snaps at you. “Look at me.” You move your eyes, looking up at her as she fucks your throat. “Tell me you love my cock.”

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You wait for her to let you off her dick so you can speak, but she doesn’t. Instead, she thrusts her hips up again and holds you in place. You gag softly; your throat has slightly adjusted to her, but it’s still not pleasant to have her fully buried in your mouth. “Say it.”

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“I love your cock, Daddy.” You mumble around her cock. It comes out a jumbled mess, but Kitty smirks anyway. She hums and grabs her phone with her free hand. You try to shake your head, to hide your face, but she holds you in place as she points her camera at you.

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“Say it again. Clearly this time, bitch boy.” She orders.

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You don’t want to. Don’t want to add to the stack of blackmail material she already has on you, but because of the blackmail she already has, you don’t really have a choice. “I love your cock, Daddy.” You try to enunciate, make it clear, even as your face burns in shame.

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“Say ‘thank you for letting me suck your cock, Daddy.’” Kitty says her smile is malicious behind her phone camera, and you’re sure there’s a horrible video of you being made.

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“Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Daddy.” You choke out around her shaft; you know your words are barely legible, but Kitty’s grin tells you that she’s still getting what she wants out of you.

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“Beg me to get your throat pregnant.” Kitty doesn’t seem to be running out of material, and you don’t know how long you can stay at the base of her cock. Your gags become more frequent, throat convulsing around her, earning more sighs and moans from the woman you’re deepthroating.

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“Get my throat pregnant, please, Daddy.” You gag.

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“Fuck, pretty boy.” Kitty groans and finally drops her phone. “You want my cum? Want me to cum right down your tight throat.”

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“Please, Daddy.” You beg around her cock.

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Kitty moans, head falling back. She humps against your face erratically, not caring how you choke and gag hard. “You better swallow it all, bitch boy.” You don’t know how she can go from semi-nice comments back to her regular cruel self in such quick succession, but it makes you dizzy.

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Her cock is heavy against your tongue as she moves rapidly in and out of your mouth. You see her abs tense, the muscles tightening as she thrusts her cock into your mouth. Her cock throbs, pulsing once in your mouth before a spurt of cum hits your throat. You choke harder as her cock throbs again and more cum shoots into your throat.

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You don’t dare spit it out, you swallow it down, swallowing around her tip and drawing out her pleasure as your throat tightens around her. She humps your face, shooting rope after rope of cum down your throat. She grunts loudly with every pump and finally relaxes with a sigh, her cock twitching in your mouth as she collapses against the mattress.

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You swallow the excess cum and saliva as her cock softens slightly and Kitty lets you pull off. You wipe your lips and cough, throat sore from the head of her cock. You relax, lying flat on your stomach and resting your cheek on her thigh while you both pant.

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Kitty ignores you for the most part; she turns to her phone and starts tapping at it. You hope she’s not sending Illyana another video, but the smirk on her face and the ding of a notification when she gets a message crush that hope.

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You wait as long as you can, until the ache between your legs is impossible to ignore. “Ki- Daddy.” You say softly, trying to catch her attention. Kitty sighs dramatically and acts like it’s a chore to pull her eyes from her phone screen.

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“What?” She snaps and glares at you like you’ve insulted her.

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“Um- y-you said if I sucked you off, you’d make me cum.” You stumble over the words, feeling awkward asking her to return the favour. You’ve made her cum twice, though; it’s only fair she returns the favour.

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“Yeah? I say a lot of things.” She shrugs and shifts her eyes back to her phone. You clench your jaw, frustration building. You want so badly to reach down and touch yourself, but she told you not to, and you know you certainly won’t get what you want if you go against her wishes. You resort to begging; Kitty’s already seen you humiliated in so many ways- why not dig your grave deeper?

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“Please. Please will you play with my tiny cock, Daddy?” You whine. Kitty doesn’t look at you, but she can’t hide the smirk on her lips. You know you have her attention. “It hurts. I got so hard sucking you.”

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“You like it when I’m mean to you, huh? Practically begging for it, walking around like that.” She mutters.

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“I do.” You’d say anything to get her to touch you right now. “Please, Daddy.”  

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Kitty sighs. “Five minutes.”

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“Hm?” You hum, cocking your head.

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“Give me five minutes, and I’ll jerk that pathetic nub while I fuck you.” She turns back to her phone, ignoring your soft whines as she goes back to ignoring you, making you wait even longer.

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“Are you gonna get hard again?” It’s a reasonable question, you think. She’s cum twice today, once only moments ago. But Kitty does not think it’s reasonable. She turns to you with a glare so sharp you shrink back from her.

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“The fuck did you say to me? You think I can’t get it up?” She snaps and sits up.

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“That’s- uh.” You sit up, sitting back on your knees. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

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“Get off.” She doesn’t wait for you to move; she just shoves you hard off the bed with her foot. “I’m not going to let a disrespectful whore sit on my bed.”

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“No, wait, Daddy.” You plead as your knees hit the rug. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful. I know you’ll get hard again.” Kitty slides off the bed and stands beside you, soft cock hanging right in your face. “You’re so virile and strong.” You’re patronising her, and you both know it, but Kitty’s glare softens anyway, so you continue. “I bet you can cum as much as you want, get hard over and over again so you can keep fucking me.”

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“And you want that, do you?” She raises her eyebrows.

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“Yes.” You just want her to make you cum, and she knows it. She could get you to say almost anything right now.

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“Yeah, you do, because you’re a horny little bitch boy, aren’t you?” Kitty’s lips quirk as she stares down at you. You nod slowly. “Say it. Tell me what you are and beg me to jerk you off while I fuck you.”

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“I’m a horny little bitch boy.” Your self-respect is nonexistent at this point. The only thing on your mind is her taking care of the hard tdick between your legs. “Will you please fuck me and jerk me off, Daddy?”

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“Get on the bed.” She snaps her fingers and points back at her bed. You scramble up as she barks further orders. “On your back, legs spread.” You get on your back, spread your legs, and look at her expectantly.

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“Whore.” She shakes her head derisively. “Spreading your legs for me like you were made for it. Because you know this is the only thing you’re good for, don’t you?”

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“That’s not true.” You protest softly as she climbs on the bed. Your eyes flash down between her legs, whimpering softly as you see her cock getting hard again. She’s half hard, cock twitching and thickening as she gets in position between your legs.

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“Shut up.” Kitty slaps the inside of your thigh, and you flinch away at the spark of pain. “Don’t try to deny your purpose.” She scoots forward and slaps her half-hard cock against your groin. “I mean, look at this, your cock just doesn’t compare; clearly you were made for taking it.”

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Kitty ignores you trying to protest and smiles to herself, totally fixated on where her cock rests between your legs. She grabs her shaft and presses her tip against your tdick. She slides it up, playing with the hood. “Gotta show ‘yana this. Hand me my phone.” She snaps her fingers and points beside you on the bed.

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You don’t make any move to grab it. If you do, she’ll just take a picture or video of her cock rubbing against yours and send it to Illyana. “Hand me my phone, bitch boy.” She slaps your other thigh this time, leaving a matching handprint on the other side. You whine softly, but comply, not wanting to get slapped again.

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Kitty snatches her phone from your grip and grins sadistically as she angles her phone down. She holds her phone in one hand as she rubs her cock head against yours with the other hand. Kitty hums, “You like it when I play with your tiny cock, bitch boy.”

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“Yes.” You moan, eyes fluttering in pleasure as she rubs your cocks together. She moves her head side to side, toying with you. “Feels good.”

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“You like feeling a real cock between your legs, huh?” She grunts as her cock grows harder. You nod. “You want a nice big real cock inside you, don’t you?” You nod again, your brain getting fuzzier as pleasure surges through you.

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“Please, Daddy.” You moan and push your hips towards her, begging to be stuffed full of her again.

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Kitty groans and moves her hips. She presses her cock against your entrance, thrusting inside you in one smooth motion. You gasp as she bottoms out inside you and slap your hand against her abs.

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“Move that out of the way,” Kitty growls and knocks your hand away, getting the shot of where her cock is splitting you open. You place your hands at your sides, fisting her sheets to keep from doing something to upset her. It seems to appease her because she reaches down and pinches your tdick between her thumb and forefinger.

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You whine at the sharp pain as she roughly tugs your clit. “Ki-Daddy-” You try to squirm away. “That hurts!”

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“Oh, shut up, bitch boy.” She growls. “Is your tiny cock sensitive?” Kitty faux pouts at you as she roughly jerks your tdick. Your chest heaves, toes curling as she starts thrusting in and out of you as she tortures your sensitive nerves.

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“Please-” You choke out, whining and mewling pathetically as Kitty starts fucking into you harder. At least she gets too distracted to keep filming because she throws her phone onto the mattress and supports herself with her hand to start fucking into you even harder. She doesn’t get too distracted to take it easy on you though because she keeps the other hand between your legs furiously jerking you off.

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It hurts, but you find the pleasure starting to build. Your hips jerk against her; after being denied all day long, you’re so desperate to cum. “Daddy…” You whine.

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“You like it? Getting off on me jerking your pathetic nub while I fuck you with my big cock.” Kitty’s words are stern, but her tone is light, breathy, and you can tell she’s in the midst of pleasure.

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“Yes, Daddy. It feels so good.” You moan and shift your hands to grab her back. You dig your nails into her shirt, feeling her back flex as she fucks you. Kitty groans as your nails bite into her skin, but it only makes her fuck you harder.

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“Whore.” She growls. “My whore. You’re never going to spread these legs for anyone else again, are you?”

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“No, Daddy.” You shake your head. The thought of being Kitty’s forever makes you even more aroused. You buck and arch up against her. “Only for you. This is your pussy.”

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“Oh- fuck.” Kitty grits her teeth, and her cock throbs inside her. It’s a little quick, you know, especially when she just came a few minutes ago, but you’re not going to say a single thing to her about that. “Cum for me, pretty boy.” She groans as her cock pulses inside you.

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When you cum, you cum together. Kitty’s cock throbbing inside you sends you over the edge. She keeps her hand between your legs, jerking you off as she cums inside you. Kitty moans and groans, humping against you as she drains her cock in you. You cum hard, clenching around her cock to milk it of every drop of her cum as your walls contract around her.

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You hump against each other, both riding out your pleasure until Kitty collapses on top of you. She pants, her forehead resting against your shoulder as she catches her breath. Your chests heave against each other as you both come down. Kitty recovers first and slowly eases her cock out of you.

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You wince as she pulls out of your oversensitive cunt and rolls off you. She lies beside you in her bed. You stare at the ceiling, pretending you don’t see her peeking over at you out of the corner of your eye. If you look at her, you’re sure she’ll kick you out.

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“You can stay here until you’re strong enough to move,” Kitty grunts after realising you won’t be turning to look at her. That’s nice, nice by Kitty’s standards. “Then you can get up and wash my sheets; you’re leaking cum all over them, whore.”

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“What are you looking at?” Charles asked as Logan finished helping him into his bed.

You snapped your gaze from the old photo to the aging Professor. You smiled softly as you shared a brief gaze with Wolverine. The Canadian’s jaw tightened as he remembered the incident your wife didn’t survive. Granted, she wasn’t the only one who didn’t survive, but he had been closer to her than most of the others.

Grabbing the picture, you softly ran your thumb around the frame. You sent a small smile to Charles.

“This is my wife, Kitty,” you explained, “Her nickname was Shadowcat.” “Why’s that?” You shrugged. “I suppose it was because she could phase through things. It never really made much sense to me. But, the name fit her like a glove. She was fierce, but kind. Determined and beautiful. She means everything to me.”

Charles was smiling so broadly that his crow’s feet were even more adamant. He was beaming at you.

“Where is she? I’d love to meet her.”

Your face fell, taking on a darker shade. Even though it had been years since the Westchester Incident, you still found it extremely difficult to talk about, let alone explain. Charles noticed your change in demeanor.

“Unfortunately,” you sighed, “You can’t. Kitty...she isn’t around anymore.” He knit his brows. “What happened?”

You grit your teeth, keeping your gaze off him. Your insides were burning with a multitude of emotions: guilt, anger, hate, depression. You gently sat the photo back on the desk and stood up. Charles knit his brows in confusion.

“Why can’t I meet her?” he demanded. “I want to meet her.” “She’s dead,” you barked but stopped yourself.

He couldn’t know. Logan had been working so hard to keep it from him. You couldn’t ruin it. You couldn’t risk his safety and the others. You had to bottle it up...forever. Kitty could only be a rare memory. Nothing more.

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