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Any merchant on No Man’s Land worth their salt made it their business to travel. Only a merchant who was willing to cross the sands would make something of themselves. Hence, why the sand steamers were always so full of them.

Vash watched you from afar as you buzzed through the sea of buyers and sellers, eyes wide and wondrous as you poked your head into stall after stall full of goods that caught your attention.

A soft smile tugged on the corner of Vash’s mouth. It had only been a few months since he started traveling alongside you, and yet he felt like he couldn’t spend a day without you. Your smile, your quick quips and sunny laugh, your sometimes short fuse, and unwavering loyalty. Everything about you, Vash adored. 

The only problem was that he had never told you. As it stood right now, the two of you were just companions–just friends–and that was the way it would stay. Vash couldn’t tell you how he felt. He wouldn’t burden you with that, and he didn’t deserve even an ounce of your affection.

But despite the diseased guilt he bore, Vash yearned for you–so terribly and so deeply. Everytime he looked at you, every time you touched him, it tore him apart inside. Vash wanted to be with you, to be close, to be present. Not stuck 150 years in the past, where nothing but the bones of his sin and misery lie.

In the end, Vash was resolute about his decision. No matter the longing, he would keep his feelings hidden.

“Well aren’t you just the saddest little love sick puppy I’ve ever seen.”

Vash turned to face the voice directed at him. Turning a little to the left, he saw a beautiful middle aged woman–a merchant– with eyes so green they reminded Vash of the biodome that he visited with Rem in his childhood.

Wait…what did she say? Lovesick?

Vash smiled politely, a shy little chuckle escaped his lips.

“Oh! Me lovesick? Nah.”

One of the woman’s slender brows raised, and she appraised Vash with a look of total skepticism. Vash felt his palm start to sweat under that shrewd and scrutinizing eye.

“You want to get closer to her don’t you? What’s stopping you? You shy or something?”

Blood pooled in Vash’s cheeks, setting them alight as his eyes widened. He opened his mouth but his words jammed in his throat. The pretty woman smiled.

“Awww, you are shy.” 

Vash’s blush darkened.

“I–I’m not…”

The woman tsked, waving off Vash’s protest like it was an annoying insect.

“Stop being so timid. It’s obvious that you like her. And she likes you too.”

Vash immediately perked up at the woman’s words.

“She…she likes me? How do you know?”

“Well, she’s been stealing glances at you everytime you look away for starters.”

Vash’s heart skipped a beat. You were looking at him? Stealing glances, just like he did with you? He…never noticed. No, maybe he was too scared to notice.

The merchant heaved a sigh at Vash’s downturned expression.

“Look, I’ll help you out cause you’re cute. But this is a one time only thing, got it?”

And before Vash could even murmur a protest–let alone a question–the merchant shoved an unassuming black box in his line of sight. What was this thing? 

“Give her this.” The woman commanded. “It will help the two of you get closer.”

A cloud of utter confusion settled in Vash’s mind, jumbling his thoughts. Wait, who was this woman? Why was she helping him? And…what was in the box?

“What is it?” Vash asked.

The merchant's eyes lit up, and she smiled a coy smile. 

“Just something that will help the two of you feel closer.”

Then the old woman snatched Vash’s right hand. Vash was so stunned by the whole situation that he couldn’t even resist her grasp.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I’m attuning you to it. This gift won’t work unless we do that. Now shhh! Let me focus.”

Vash and the woman stood in silence for what felt like hours, but it was likely only just a minute. When she finished, the woman grinned and released Vash’s hand.

“All done! Now go give it to her.”

Before Vash could even properly process what was happening, the strange woman shoved the black box into his hands, and then shooed him away from her stall.

Vash walked through the bustling crowd in a bit of a daze as he cradled the box.

What just happened?

“Hey! Thought I lost you, Vash.”

An involuntary tremor traveled down Vash’s spine at the sound of your voice. The melodic tone of it was so unique, so distinctly you. He could listen to you talk forever. He could drown in your words and die a happy man.

“What’s that?” You asked, pointing to the box in Vash’s hands.

Vash opened his mouth, but then paused. Should he really be giving you a gift? He so desperately wanted to see you smile–to make you happy–but what if it sowed the seeds for something that he couldn’t control? What if what burst forth grew so uncontrollably big that neither you or him would have the power to stop it?

But as Vash looked down at the innocently curious gleam in your eyes, he couldn’t help himself. He presented the box to you, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Ah–well…it’s a present. For you.”

Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second, and Vash caught a glimpse of a shy little smile curling at the corner of your soft lips. God, the number of lifetimes he would give up just so he could kiss that mouth.

“Awe, Vash, that’s so sweet you shouldn’t have!”

You took the box from his hand with a beaming smile. The warm brush of your soft fingers against his own as you graciously accepted his present forced a dry swallow from Vash’s throat. 

Vash watched, transfixed as your fingers gently traced the intricate pattern engraved on the box.

“It’s so pretty.” You softly mused.

‘Not as pretty as you.’ 

You opened the box and sitting inside it–nestled in a little bed of silk fabric–was a hyperrealistic, pink, silicone dildo.

The blood poured from Vash’s face, and in that moment, he felt as if his soul left his body.

Oh no.

Vash was mortified–frozen in utter horror as he watched you stare at the shockingly realistic looking synthetic penis. You were completely silent, and for a moment, Vash seriously considered whether he should just fling himself off the charging sand steamer. It would certainly be a much less terrifying experience compared to this.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of silence, you spoke.

“Uh…thanks?”

Turning the brightest shade of scarlet, Vash immediately snatched the gift from you. He secured the box out of sight behind his back as he spluttered incoherent apologies.

“I-I’m so sorry! I’m really, really sorry! That must have made you so uncomfortable and I didn’t mean it, honest! There was this woman at the stall over there, she gave it to me and asked me to give it to you! I had no idea what was inside!”

A curious expression crossed your features as you looked in the direction where Vash was pointing. When your eyes landed on the woman in question, she looked up from her wares. A huge beaming smile filled her face when she noticed the two of you staring. She gave you both a friendly wave before returning to her work.

A gentle laugh tumbled from your lips, and Vash exhaled the breath he was holding. The sound of your laugh soothed the panicked racing of his heart. You weren’t mad. Thank goodness.

“I think she was playing a joke on you, Vash.”

“I guess she was. I… gosh, I’m really–so sorry.”

Your eyes softened, and the gentle expression that crossed your features as you looked at him beckoned Vash like a siren song. You were so beautiful–so precious. He adored you so fervently that it almost bordered on the obsessive.

“It’s okay, Vash. I know you didn’t mean to make me uncomfortable.” 

You extended a hand out, and Vash stared at your open palm like it was the first time he had seen a human hand. 

“Besides,” You breathed. “I’m not so prude that I’d refuse such a gift. After all, it’s the thought that counts.”

It’s…the thought that counts.

Oh, but if you only knew the kinds of lewd thoughts that raced through Vash’s mind in the middle of the night. You’d likely drop that gift and run for the dunes.

As Vash continued to stare at your hand–totally motionless–you leaned down and caught the path of his gaze with your own. Vash jumped a little, cheeks flushing brighter when he realized how close you were.

“Come on,” You cooed, beckoning with a curl of your fingers. “Let's have it then. It’s a gift from you, and I want to keep it.”

You want to…keep it? Like as a souvenir or were you going to…

Vash swallowed hard as he wordlessly placed the box back into your hands. He couldn’t look at you. He was sure that he would explode if he did.

Vash’s eyes fixated on your hands cradling the box. Then he heard the softness of your voice, and the tender words you spun transfixed him all the more.

“Thank you for the present, Vash. I’ll treasure it always.”

(---)

After discarding his coat, shirt, and boots, Vash heaved a sigh as he plopped down on the hardened bed. Traveling coach on sand steamers meant small rooms that carried only the barest of essentials, but neither Vash nor you ever seemed to mind the cramped space. Besides, this way the two of you were able to afford your own rooms–a circumstance for which Vash was eternally grateful after what happened earlier that day.

Vash’s lips thinned, his cheeks turning red again as that mental image of you–staring wide eyed at the pink dildo in your hands– returned to further torment him. God, he was so embarrassed. What in No Man’s Land made him think that he could just give you a box without looking at what was inside it first? He couldn’t believe that he had done that to you, and what made it even worse was that you had accepted the gift with the gentlest of smiles. 

Vash groaned, rolling over onto his stomach as he buried his face against the pillow. Lesson learned. That was a mistake that he would never make again.

As Vash laid silently on the bed, hoping that sleep would come for him soon, he suddenly felt something…strange.

A twitch, a bit of an itch, down at the apex of his thighs. Frowning, Vash shifted his hips, adjusting himself in his pants in the search of some relief. But as Vash’s fingers shifted the fabric of his pants, a sudden and alarming warm sensation enveloped his shaft, as if someone had just wrapped their hand around his cock.

Vash leapt up in bed, twisting his body around so that he laid on his back. He stared down wide eyed at his groin, his patchwork chest pumping up and down with each of his panting breaths.

What…what the hell was happening?

The warm gripping sensation on Vash’s cock abruptly squeezes him tight, and the resulting spark of pleasure that shoots up his spine elicits a confused groan from Vash’s lips.

It felt like…like someone was…stroking him.

A little alarmed, Vash struggled to sit upright and get out of bed, but when that snug and sultry hold started to pump lovingly up and down his shaft, every bone in his body instantly turned to jelly.

Gasping out a sensual moan, Vash’s mind reeled as he surrendered his weight back down into the mattress. Sparks of pleasure erupted all over his skin and his entire body shuddered. Vash’s cock grew hot as it swelled, hardening and pushing against the fly of his pants with a demanding ache.

“Wha–how is this–?”

Vash’s words were cut short when that strange and foreign grip loosened, releasing the meat of his shaft only for it to travel upwards towards the head of his sex. A whine escaped Vash’s lips as the gentle touch circled around his tip, teasing him and coaxing out a wet glob of precum from his sensitive dick.

Yesss.

It felt so good. So amazingly good. And as Vash surrendered to pleasure, hips rolling shyly into that phantom touch, his lust fevered mind involuntarily conjured an image of you. 

You.

Laying so sweetly between his thighs. With your beautiful hands softly wrapped around his burning length, fingers slicked and glistening with the precum oozing from his pulsing tip. Your dazzling eyes were hooded–love drunk–as you hungrily eyed his cock. Then, you looked up at him, and smiled that perfect, gentle smile.

‘I’m not so prude that I’d refuse such a gift. After all, it’s the thought that counts.’

That’s when it hits him. 

The present. The one that he gave you earlier today. Vash didn’t realize it–never imagined that he would ever have to–but that dildo was no ordinary sex toy. It must have been some sort of freakish lost technology. 

The words of the merchant rang like a gong in Vash’s mind.

‘I’m attuning you to it. This gift won’t work unless we do that.’

That meant that…oh god.

Vash gasped as he felt that tight grip circle his shaft once more, stroking him from tip to base and building up that pleasurable coil in his gut at an alarming rate. 

That feeling–it was your hand. Every sensation that you blessed upon that fake cock was replicated just as strongly on him. Vash cried out as he felt your grip tighten, your fingers so slippery and eager to coax the cum out of his balls. 

You must have been playing with the dildo, silently and privately in your room. Vash shuddered, eyes fluttering shut as his lustful thoughts raced ahead of him. 

He pictured you lying on your bed, clothed only in your underwear…or maybe you were completely naked. Your eyes would be focused on the faux pink dick in your hands, tongue dashing out to wetten your lips as you played with your toy–Vash’s cock–with coquettish delight.

Fuck. Fuck!

Another rush of precum escaped Vash’s tip. He mewled, fingers clawing into the mattress as he began to grind his twitching sex against the ever growing tightness in his pants. He was so sensitive–so unbelievably turned on. He felt like he was going to come any second–completely untouched and merely at the thought of you.

“M-mayfly…y-yes–please.”

Mayfly. The secret nickname Vash affectionately called you in his head. You were the one he had yearned for for so long. You were the only one he wanted. But he couldn’t have you. Not like he wanted. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t…

A hot, wet stroke swirled around Vash’s cockhead, ripping a shuddering ‘ah’ from Vash’s lungs.

That…that–oh god– that was your…

The coiling tension in Vash’s core exploded, and he wailed openly with syrupy sweet pleasure as he came, hips thrusting pathetically into the open air above him as he spilled his load all over himself, completely soaking the front of his pants through.

The powerful orgasm thrummed through Vash’s entire body, leaving him a boneless and breathless mess. And just as Vash was starting to recover from his intense climax, he felt the hot and wet tightness of your lips pop the head of his cock into your wicked little mouth.

“Oh fuuuck!”

Vash grit his teeth, his over sensitive nerves pulsed and screamed in protest at your overstimulating touch. But despite the resulting pain, it felt so good. You felt so incredibly good.

‘Oh god. Stop…m–more p-please. Yes!’

You took the toy deeper, and ooohh–your mouth–so small and scorching and wet. Vash groaned, teeth digging into his lip as he felt you slowly sink down, swallowing the shaft with a dizzying eagerness that made him see stars. Vash felt the tip of his cock lightly touch the back of your mouth, and your throat abruptly tightened, squeezing the head of him for just a fraction of a second.

“Don’t p–push yourself.” Vash whined into the air. But he’d be lying if he didn’t admit that he secretly wanted to feel that glorious sensation again. 

As if you’d heard him, Vash felt you back up, keeping only half of the shaft sitting comfortably in your mouth. Then, your tongue swirled, lapping and laving as you sucked on the cock between your lips with depraved vigor.

Vash expelled a choked moan, hips pistoning again with desperation as his cock twitched and leaked. The fantasy of you sucking on his cock, looking up at him with those gorgeous eyes as he lost himself, made his heart hammer in his chest.

That sinful pleasure built up again, and sweat dripped down Vash’s body as he floundered on the bed–whimpering with abandon–chasing the forbidden pleasures of your mouth like a starving animal. 

“Mayfly! Yes! Oh god. I–I’m coming!”

Vash’s release hit him hard, the pleasure seared his nerves and stole his breath with its ferocious intensity. But as he rode out his orgasm–on the wave of your phantom touch–you just kept sucking. 

Vash sobbed, tears filled his eyes and rolled down his cheeks as his every nerve seethed with sweet agony. He wailed and wept, he jerked and flailed, completely at the mercy of your blissful ignorance. 

“Enough! Mayfly, p–please stop. Stop! Please. It hurts! I c–can’t take it!”

The saccharine torment of your mouth ceased, and Vash exhaled a shuddering sigh of relief as he collapsed–utterly exhausted–onto the bed. 

Vash’s vision swam in and out of focus, and his entire body twitched in the aftermath of the powerful sensations that rocked him to the core. You had done this to him–left him a wet and sobbing mess on the mattress–and you hadn’t even the faintest idea.

Vash swallowed then heaved a sigh as he tried to catch his breath. 

That’s right. 

You had no idea what was happening right now. As far as you were concerned, you were just enjoying some alone time to yourself, innocently seeking out your own pleasure in the sanctity of your locked room. And here he was, getting off (multiple times) on these stolen touches.

Damn it. He was the worst.

Vash had to go over there. He had to go to your room right now and tell you what was going on, even if it meant embarrassing himself beyond repair in the process. It was the right thing to do. You needed to know the truth about that gift, and he owed you the deepest of apologies.

With limbs trembling, Vash grunted as he began to make his way out of the bed. Just as his feet were about to hit the floor, another invisible sensation coursed through him.  A wet and soft mound of flesh pressed gently against his cock.

Vash’s eyes blew wide open.

Was that your…

A warm, wet glide of your silky flesh stoked up and down Vash’s cock. You were pleasuring yourself with the dildo, stroking it up and down your wet pussy–impishly teasing yourself by catching the engorged head against your tantalizing entrance.

Oh, no. Mayfly…

More tears sprang into Vash’s eyes, his breath catching when he felt you gently press the head of the toy–and his cock–against your hole. Then, you slipped it back up to tease along your swollen little clit. 

Vash’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and every ounce of his virtuous resolve evaporated in an instant. He fell back onto the bed with sugary moan and a heavy *flop*.

Vash had always dreamed about what it would be like to feel you pressed up against him so intimately. He spent so many nights–quietly and shamefully–stroking his throbbing cock to the fantasy of taking you like he wanted. Indulging in your taste, pampering you with worshiping fingers, making you come on his tongue and on his dick. Over and over and over.

Vash felt you probe the tip of your toy–his tip–against your entrance again. Oh god, this was bad. You had no idea that the dildo he’d gifted you was connected to him like this. You had no idea that when you’d shove it inside you that he'd be able to feel every single inch of your sweet little pussy swallowing him up.

No more stalling. He had to tell you.

Vash clenched his teeth, muscles tensing as he was about to force himself up off the bed.

“Vash.”

Vash froze.

What…?

“Vaaash.”

A mewl. A soft call. A sensual cry. That was your voice and it was calling out his name so sweetly.

“Vashhh~”

He shattered to pieces. 

With trembling fingers, Vash unbuckled and unzipped his pants, releasing his cum stained and swollen erection into the cool night air. 

“Mayfly, s-sorry…I–I….” 

You sank the toy all the way inside of you, and Vash buried his face into the mattress, muffling his cry of rapture at the heavenly sensation of your soft walls encompassing him.

‘So good! Oh god mayfly, my mind’s going blank! It feels so amazing inside of you!’

As you held him motionless in your tight cunt, Vash shakingly crawled back onto the bed. He grabbed the pillow, pushing it down to his hips, and then laid down on top of it.

He wanted to pretend. Wanted to imagine–just for a moment–that you were lying beneath him. That he was holding you in his arms, that he was really inside of you. 

Vash felt you start to move, slowly thrusting the toy in and and out of your sloppy sex and forcing Vash to gradually take in every silky, slippery inch of you. A deep moan rumbled out of Vash as he started to grind his swollen and sore dick against the pillow, soaking the fabric with his precum. God, he could feel every little ridge, every little pulse of your swollen walls. Everything. 

Then, you pushed the toy in as far deep as it could go inside of you–and Vash was left completely and utterly ruined.

The wailing plant clawed into the sheets, hips rutting against the pillow with heightened fervor as he chanted your name over and over into the night. Yearning maddingly for your touch, desperately craving every inch of your body, pining for your soft and gentle smile.

The heat, the pressure, the way your puffy walls twitched and squeezed adorably down when the dildo bottomed out inside you. It was too much. Too much.

Fuck, fuck, fuuuck!

You adopted a faster and rougher pace, and Vash sobbed when he felt your pussy clamp down, sucking in the length that you were fucking yourself on with a salaciously greedy appetite.

You wanted more–he could feel it–and Vash so desperately wished that he could give it to you. If only he could pin you down, spread you open, and worship you. Fill you up so full with cock and cum that you’d never leave the bed unsatisfied. 

 “Mayfly! Mayfly!”

The rocking of your hips got faster, and Vash felt so dizzy, completely lost in a delirious fog of lust and want. Shit…he was going to pass out, he couldn't come anymore, he was totally spent. But his cock was still so hard, still twitching and aching. 

He wanted more.

Pain and pleasure intertwined. Vash’s nerves burned from the overstimulation, but his hips kept thrusting. He couldn’t stop. He was already trapped in the coming storm–helpless and at the complete mercy of your beguiling and irresistible charm. 

Vash’s pace turned feral as he fucked himself against the pillow, drooling and weeping and howling as he ravenously relished in the feeling of your tight pussy. Your sex clenched, hot and pliant walls pulsing. You were so close, and Vash–in his eagerness to taste your release on his cock–started to babble incoherently into the sheets.

“Th-that’s it. That’s it, mayfly. Make yourself feel good. C-come. Come all over me, baby.”

And then, in the secret confines of that private moment, Vash confessed. He arched off the bed, body and soul trembling as he admitted aloud the feelings that had grown so devastatingly big inside of him.

“Want you! Want you! Oh god, I love you. I can’t stop thinking about you! I love you so much that I’m going insane! Mayfly, I–I’m going–gonna–”

Your pleasure peaked, and Vash cried out when he felt your cunt seize all around his cock, trapping him inside–milking him so affectionately. And at the height of your euphoria, Vash succumbed to his own pleasure. He whined into the mattress as he rocked his hips into the pillow, desperately imagining that he was in your arms, kissing and cooing your praises as he emptied his balls inside of you.

‘So perfect. You’re so perfect, mayfly. Love you, love you, love you.’

Vash exhaled a pathetic little whine as you slipped the toy out of you. The comforting feeling of your warm pussy disappeared, and Vash collapsed into a shivering, panting, and dizzy wreck on the bed. 

A flash of your gentle smile crossed his mind’s eye before he passed out.

“Thank you for the present, Vash. I’ll treasure it always.”

Thanks for reading! ❤️

Aphrodite

"Don't you look delicious, my sweet," her voice purrs as her fingers thread through your hair teasingly. Her other hand makes symbols in the air that increases the pulsing you feel against your clit.

"Lady Aphrodite," your moan muffles as you hold her thighs tighter, your tongue stilling inside of her from your pleasure.

"No one told you to stop, darling. Remember, you don't get to cum until I do," she purrs, a sweet smile on her face contrasting with the sadistic glint in her eyes as she makes more glyphs that cause your pleasure to be overwhelmingly cruel.

You can't even try to stop yourself before your orgasm hits you, your fingers digging into her thighs as you moan into her sweet cunt. She only chuckles and shakes her head. "Don't worry, love. We'll train you to follow orders yet. Now get back to work, my dear." The pulsing doesn't stop, but the tug on your hair lets you know that neither should you for this goddess.

Ares

"Is that all you can do? Faster," he commands, his voice rough and giving no leeway for protest. Whines escape your throats as you continue moving against his thigh, moving faster as he asks.

"Lord Ares, please." Your voice is broken and needy as you desperately seek attention and contact. The grinding against his armor isn't doing enough. Ares rolls his eyes, a cruel smirk on his face.

"Please, what? You moan like a bitch in heat and can't even make what you want clear." It is as if your grinding and moans aren't giving away what you truly want.

"Inside, my lord." Ares scoffed as if you'd asked him for something preposterous. You aren't even able to moan more as he pushes a thick finger into your mouth. "You'll get my cock when I think you've deserved it. Faster."

Dionysus

"Come now, love. Drink," purrs the soothing voice of Dionysus, one that sounds more intoxicating the more you drink his wine.

You sit on his thigh, too small to be on his whole lap. Your legs are spread, and his fingers are slowly, lazily moving inside your cunt, thumb occasionally swiping against your swollen bud.

"Lord Dionysus," you moan at the pleasure, and you feel the vibrations of his chest as he chuckles.

"Just like that, little one. Drink," he murmurs, his free hand pressing the chalice to your lips again as his fingers curl inside.

Hermes

"Hermes, I can't-" you're cut off with a moan as he thrusts up into you just right again, easily holding you against a pillar as you can barely hold yourself still.

He had promised to be quick, that it would only take a few minutes. But that was three quickies ago, and he's already easily working you to a fourth.

"Not my fault your pussy feels so good, love," he chirps, his voice sounding just fine while yours has gone hoarse, and you can't speak a sentence without mewling.

"Now, stop saying you can't. You're still conscious, aren't you?" He smiles slyly as if he didn't just imply something sinful that has you clenching around him yet again.

Poseidon

"Why, don't you have a pretty, little pussy," he teases as his hips thrust forward, the shaft of his cock quickly moving between your thighs, his head pushing against your clit just right.

The lake's water splashes around you both as your back is pressed against the edge. Small rocks and pebbles dig a bit into your skin, but your discomfort is forgotten by how he fucks your thighs so greedily.

"Lord Poseidon, please don't tease," you gasp out as the head of his cock rubs your clit again from another of his thrusts. He chuckles and holds the underside of your thighs, pushing them up to put you in a mating press.

A gasp escapes as you try to fix your position and hold onto the ledge, so you don't fall into the water. Not that that would stop him from rutting against your clit.

Zeus

Moans fall from your lips easily as he fucks your cunt, his cock somehow fitting despite looking like it'd tear you apart. Your body vibrates as he sends little shocks of electricity through you, not causing pain but feeling as if there's a constant buzzing on every inch of your skin.

"Don't you look so pretty? Such a cute little mortal. Tempted to steal you away for myself, it worked for my brother," he coos, his thick thumbs pinching your clit lightly, sending a rapid vibration through it, leading to your back arching and more moans to fall.

"L- Lord Zeus- Y- Your w- wife," you gasp out, a tiny part of your brain still telling you this is a bad idea while you're engulfed in pleasure.

Sometime’s, Satyrs can be a blessing in disguise.

Most of your sisters hated them. They were always lurking at the edges of the grotto’s and rivers, desperate in their attempts to catch your attention for the night. They didn’t mind debasing themselves in the most obscene ways if it meant you’d give in for sex, whether it was playing their flutes for hours and hours just to be paid in a kiss, or flashing you in hopes you’d be impressed by their “package’. Absolutely relentless, they never seemed to know when to give up.

But at this very moment-

“Oh, by the gods!” You throw your head back onto the mossy rock, hands scrambling to find purchase to grip your nails into. The rougher edges of Chileos’ horns press against your inner thighs, legs unconsciously locking around as his tongue fucks into your pussy. 

“Does that feel good, milady?” The young satyr mutters out between long licks up your pussy lips, muffled by being nose deep in your cunt. He sucks and kisses at your clit, now throbbing and engorged, rewarded by your sweet juices spilling out against his scruffy chin. “I want to make you feel good.” 

Normally you wouldn't encourage this kind of behavior. But something about the satyr’s sweet, demure face, desperately offering to eat your cunt in return for one creampie, was too adorable for you to resist.

“Y-yes, very good, Chileos. You have a-aaah!” Your normally melodic voice is cut short as he shoves his tongue back inside, prodding your spongy insides with precision. “Y-you have a very talented mouth.” 

Chileos hums, the corners of his eyes squinching up as he smiles against your center, small tail wagging as he continues to feast. He nuzzles his nose right against your button, applying double the pressure as he licks you open.

Your toes begin to curl as your stomach leaps in place, hips humping up like a whore to force Chileos even deeper. Hand thrown over your mouth, slightly ashamed that you’re enjoying being ravished by a satyr of all things, you moan into your palm.

“O-oh! Right there! Right there!” Chileos digs his palms into your juicy ass and speeds up his pace, focusing on the sensitive spot he just hit. Like the ocean being pulled out to tide, your core feels taught as your climax approaches. “Y-yes, Chileos!’

Throwing your hips and chest up, you squirt delicious ambrosia all over Chileo’s face, watching as it drips down his chin and onto the grass below. The satyr himself tries his best to not waste a drop, lapping and panting, but it’s too much even for his voracious mouth to suckle all of it down.

Still buzzing from the high of your orgasm, you yank up Chileos by his horns, his tongue still lolled out in desperation to drink you whole. You don’t give him a moment to speak, dragging him up your body and into a kiss.

“D-did I do well?” Chileos says amidst tongues and saliva, grinding his furry lower half against your bare core.

“V-very well, Chileos.” A moaning gasp leaps up Chileos’ throat when you grab the base of his cock, guiding his head right to your sopping hole. “I think it’s time for your reward.”

Chileos’ eyes sparkle, hastily throwing his body weight on top of yours as he sinks in, balls deep, with just one thrust. You gasp, surprised by just how much you still stretch and burn around his cock.

Is he part centaur?! What is this-

Your own inner monologue stops still when Chileos starts to jackhammer his hips into you. His sweat and your cum stick his fur to your thighs and stomach, hung balls slapping against the crest of your ass.

“A-ah! This is the best day-” Chileos’ whole body shudders, but his pace never falters, “-the b-best day of my whole life!” Surprisingly muscled arms encircle around the small of your back, pulling you up and even closer into Chileos’ chest. He braces his hooves against the grass and hikes you up to rest your weight on his thighs, this new angle letting him hump and bounce you on his cock at the same time. Your pussy clenches, sensitive and raw from before, but chases the high of his cockhead hitting your cervix. 

Chileos is insatiable, licking and sucking at the crux of your neck like Tantalus himself, always fiending for a taste. Sweat pools between the cruz of your bodies yet he never slows in his thrusts, nor does he seem to struggle with holding you as he does. 

“Your pussy is so-o good.” Chileos slurs, still sloppily licking at your pulse. “I can’t believe I get to fill you up, feel you squeezing my cock as I pump you full.” The world spins as Chileos throws you back down onto the ground, though much gentler than you expected. He grabs the bottom of your legs and presses them against your chest, somehow reaching even deeper with his bulbous cock head. Your legs tremble, only held up by the weight of Chileos in between them. “Aah, I think I've reached the very end of you.” Drool drips down from Chileos mouth onto your cheek. In your debauchery, you don’t even care. “What Dionysian pleasure.”

Chileos swivels his hips in circles, just feeling his tip against your womb knowing he’s gonna pump it full of cum any minute now. 

His muscles are aching, his head as fuzzy as yours, but it’s back to business in no time at all, Chileos resuming the punishing thrusts of his cock. He feels like he’s splitting you open, that you’ll never know emptiness ever again.

“C-close.” Is all you can say, eyes rolled back into your head. Chileos gasps, an expression of true joy on his face.

“Let's cum together, please? Pretty please?” You didn’t think it was possible, but Chileos starts moving even fast, chasing your orgasm and his own. “Please, please, please I want to cum in you when you cum. Oh, please, Dionysus hear my prayers-”

The lascivious god must be listening, because your  second orgasm hits like a shockwave, your whole body tensing as you pussy milks Chileos like a cow. His eyes go cross as your tight walls push him over the edge, hips stuttering as he finally unloads inside you.

“Y-yes!”

Your stomach feels fuller as rockets of cum fill up your insides, spurting up over the sides and in between your ass. It takes a whole 10 seconds for all of Chileos’ seed to be spent, his cock twitching and shooting like a pump.

With his adrenaline fading, Chileos collapses on top of you. He stinks, sweat mixing with his goat hair as he nuzzles into you.

sitting on the clean bathtub, you let clark take care of you after one of your roughest sex – you can see all the redness on your body which he left intentionally yet acting so innocent when he sees them, fingers caressing your soft skin gently as if he wasn’t the one who fucked you in different positions, earning a pathetic state out of you, nearly making you use the safe word because of how good he was fucking you and how much you wanted it to end even though your actions told otherwise.

fear of fainting, you stopped when he got your fourth orgasm, then, cumming all over you as he cries in pleasure, confessing how you make him so weak that he loses mind whenever he has you beside him, under him, above him – in every way he can, he loves it, he loves you.

so it’s not a surprising thing when he picked you up from the messy bed after preparing the bathtub for you to wash and get clean, got into it, taking you into his arms, making you feel smaller yet quite peaceful, letting him do whatever he wants to do to get you cleaned up, ready to rest on the bed you are sharing with him beside you.

he said sorry over and over again until you said it was okay – that you enjoyed every bit of it because you missed him as much as he missed you.

fingers gripping your chin, he makes you look at his shining blue eyes – your own reflection on them. he smiles widely, fingers moving to your hair, caressing it gently, still having that precious expression on his face, looking like a greek god yet feeling so human – one of his kind, always.

“you have no idea how much I missed you,” he says, now taking warm water on his palm, then, cleaning your naked body within it – he seems to have guilt because of what he has done to you; biting marks as he claimed you shine brightly, red marks on your waist is visible due to holding you tightly as he shoved his cock into you, the neck has pink colors because how he held it, pushing your face onto the pillow so that you could moan as much as you wanted while he had you from behind.

all because of him.

he would never hurt you, he didn’t either, yet, he seems a bit sorry. however, you know he also has prideful feelings, so, you smile softly, resting your head on his wide shoulders, saying, “they all will heal, don’t feel sorry – it was so good that I can’t wait to get better and do all those things again.”

This is 100% not your fault.

Kurt is completely to blame for this one and that’s the story you’re sticking to.

He was the one that did the thing that unlocked this, apparently very, deep seated kink you didn’t know was there…Okay, maybe you might have had an inkling, but you were totally content to never acknowledge it!

What was the thing? You might ask. Kurt, little devil that he is, used his tail during sex. And in the way you might be thinking.

While balls deep the blue imp decided it would be a good idea to give your, erm, rear entrance some attention. It was just a little brush with the tip of his spade, but it was enough to awaken this new part of yourself.

So, here you are, sat on your bed facing your fuzzball with flaming cheeks, and him smirking like he already knows where this is going.

“I want you to use your tail again.” You admitted after a couple non-starts.

“And you’re embarrassed about this?” He asked like he thought it was silly, which you supposed it was a little silly, you two had been through some pretty crazy stuff together since you met.

Using his tail during sex was hardly the strangest thing you two have talked about.

“I mean…It just seemed a little, I don’t know, taboo? I mean, Kurt. You’re Catholic. I’m kinda lucky you have sex with me to begin with.” You explained trying, and failing, to keep your incredulity off your face.

His smirk widened and he snorted before descending into giggles, giving you a peek at his little fangs. That was another conversation for another day.

“Ah, mien leibe. You really are so silly sometimes.” He said through his laughter. “Did you forget about the biggest Catholic stereotype?” Your brows furrowed in confusion, so he continued. “Why do you think we have so many children?”

Then it hit you. “Oh…Oh! Oh my God.” You covered your face with your hands to hide your embarrassment.

This time his chuckle was fond rather than at your expense. “You know you can tell me anything, Maus. I love you, and I’m more than happy to do whatever pervy bedroom things you want.” He teased as he pulled your hands from your face to kiss the tip of your nose.

“Pervy things I want? You’re the one who started this...” You pouted with a lifted brow.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He feigned.

“Sure, you don’t.” You rolled your eyes.

You both fell silent for a moment after that. You, waiting for him to say something. And he, for you to ask for what you actually want to say.

“So…Did you have like…Anything you need to do later or…” You started slowly, looking off to the side and waiting for him to have mercy on you.

“Why wait till later?” He asked before he was suddenly on you, literally. He had you pressed into the mattress. “When right now is just as good.” He finished before claiming your lips in a kiss that quickly became all tongues and teeth. You really did like those teeth…

“Now is good…” You managed between kisses, hands moving up to thread into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

One of his hands, which had previously been pressed into the fabric next to your head, moved down to caress your body, cupping your breast through your shirt for a moment before moving down to slip under the material to roll your nipple between his fingers.

“No bra?” He asked as if he couldn’t tell this whole time.

“Shut up.” You groaned before yanking his lips back to yours, his whole body following the movement and pressing his front to yours, allowing you to feel how hard he already was.

“And I’m the perv.” You teased, proud to finally fire back at him.

“Be careful Maus, I’m the one that has what you want so bad…” He taunted wickedly and your mouth snapped shut.

Blue jerk.

“Good girl.” He said and watched with a pleased grin as you melted under him.

“No fair…” You grumbled but didn’t get to say anything else as he leaned back down, nipping at your lower lip before slipping his wicked tongue into your mouth, exploring like he owned it.

Clothes were removed in a blur, all too focused on each other and where your hands were going next.

Somewhere along the way you ended up on top of him. Your wet pussy running along the length of his dick, his tip flushed so dark it was proper purple as it peaked out from under you with each rock of your hips, brushing against your clit every time.

Your fingers tugged at his hair as you devoured his lips with desperate whimpers mixing with his own moans, his own hands gripped your hips to guide your movements, though you didn’t need guidance. You had no intention of stopping.

“Leibe…” He whispered between kisses to catch your attention. You let out a hum in question and parted from him just enough for him to speak. “I need the lube from the nightstand.” He panted against your lips.

You didn’t bother trying not to seem eager as you reached out to open the drawer and grab the little bottle and he was too focused to tease.

Rather than start with his fingers, seeing as they were definitely too thick for this particular situation, at least to start with, he wiggled for a moment to free his tail from under himself.

The little blue spade came to hover between you two as he poured a generous glob of the clear fluid on the center. “Care to assist me, Maus?” He asked with smoldering eyes watching yours.

Your fingers reached out to spread it, your other hand wrapping delicately around the base of the spade for stability, and to tease him a little because you know his tail is sensitive. Not really an erogenous zone, but still, lots of nerves.

And the little hitch in Kurts breath was a dead giveaway of this as you made sure the lube was spread over the whole end of the appendage, then applying another dollop.

Once both of you were satisfied you released him from your hold, about to climb off him so he could be on top, but his hold on your hips stopped you. “I want you to have control of how fast this goes.” He explained when you looked at him confused.

Your chest filled with butterflies as you looked down at him, leaning in to give him a much more innocent kiss. “I love you…” You whispered against his kiss swollen lips.

“I love you too…” He whispered right back before slipping his tail from between you to hover near your bottom, arched in the air in this position. “I’m going to start slow, and when you’re ready for more let me know.” He said softly.

At your nod the slick tip of his tail pressed to your hole, spreading the excess lube over your pucker.

It was cold, but felt good, the skin of his tail was as fuzzy and soft as the rest of him, but there was a muscular density that was shockingly reminiscent of his hard cock.

One the lube was adequately spread the very tip pressed in just a little, just enough to almost massage the muscles till they relaxed, allowing the spade to press in just a little more.

Bit by bit this went, till you reached the widest part, and he froze as you let out a quiet sound, not quite a groan, but not just a moan. “Leibe?” He asked, breaths a little ragged from the sensations this was giving him.

“I’m okay…” You assured. “Just give me a sec…” He let out a relieved breath, worried for a moment that he might have hurt you.

Soon your body relaxed again and you pressed back a bit, thinking there was a little more before you would past the flair but letting out a shocked, high and pleasured, moan when you felt the rest pop in.

“Fuck…!” You gasped, your face falling down to bury in his neck, body shaking as it tried to process the pleasure of it. “Kurt…” His name was a drawn-out sound that had his dick kicking up against your belly.

That’s when you had a thought, well, it was also a thought you’d had before, but you hadn’t initially intended to act on it tonight too, but your sex addled brain didn’t care to wait to bring it up.

“Can I have your cock too?” You asked, voice a little whiny as you managed to look up at him, utterly shameless, eyes half-lidded and shiny. You were sure your pupils were blown to hell.

“Verdammt…” He groaned as his head fell back to the mattress, wondering what he ever did to deserve the woman currently begging him to fuck both her holes at the same time. “Yes.” He said, because how was he to say no when you looked so sweet and needy?

You moved to reach between your bodies, but he stopped you. “Let me.” He said, replacing your hand with his own to take himself in hand, holding the head to your poor neglected pussy, dripping wet and sensitive.

Kurt was by no means a small man, but now he felt massive with the stretch of both holes. Every nerve felt like it was lighting up as you sank down on his cock, the tighter space made it so the whole length was pressed right up against your g-spot.

And it was everything you could do to remain on this plain of existence.

It was times like this that made you glad your mutation was rather benign, lest you knock the power out or something with how little control you felt like you had over your person.

You remained still as your body got used to being filled so completely, but the moment you were. Well, it wasn’t your world getting rocked.

As you rocked your hip, riding the blue teleporter under you, you watched as his golden eyes rolled closed and his grip on your hips tightened, aiding in each roll and press as you chased both your pleasure.

The room was filled with a mix of wet noises from between your bodies, and your mixed moans, too lost to think too hard about how loud you were probably being.

You couldn’t have missed the tightening in your belly if you tried, and it didn’t build slowly.

No, it coiled fast and tight as you practically bounced on the bed with each thrust, Kurts hips meeting you halfway now as he felt you quivering around him, tail moving in tandem with his hips to never leave you empty, when his cock was pulling out his tail was pushing in.

And when the knot snapped you came with a cry and he followed less than a second behind with a groan that you were pretty sure was meant to be your name, but it trailed off halfway through into incoherent babbling, much like you.

As the waves of pleasure crashed over you, your rhythm faltered into slower rolls as you collapse on top of your boyfriend.

“Holy shit…” You murmured as the twitching in your body ebbed away and you both fell into a pleasant silence in the afterglow, his hands holding you close.

“Are we going to talk about the teeth next?”

It was getting close to evening, everyone doing their own thing to unwind after a long day of classes and teaching. You had planned to do the same thing, planning to grab a quick bite in the kitchen before getting ready to relax in your room. You were whipping up a quick and easy sandwich, assembling it onto a plate before moving it to the island in the middle of the kitchen. You went to get a soda from the cupboard, only for your skin to raise as you sense something is about to happen: a certain someone was about to come take your sandwich. 

“If you take one bite out of my sandwich Logan, I will kick your ass.”

You turn to see him, eyes wide along with his mouth, about to chomp into your dinner. He closes his mouth, only for him to keep the sandwich in his hands and an “innocent” smile on his face. 

“Oh, you mean this sandwich?” 

You shut the cupboard door, walking over to him with a stern, playful look. You know he is messing with you. That has been the dynamic of your relationship with him. Ever since he decided to stay here at the school and join the X-Men, you two have grown closer and closer, enjoying each other’s company over anyone else. It didn’t matter what either of you did. You both thrived in the presence of one another. 

But something that has become common practice as of late was playful in nature. You both have always teased, but it has recently ramped up. If one of you started it, the other would find a way to end it before starting again. It was the push and pull between the two of you that you loved, and it has only made you long for him. You want to believe he feels the same, but even your mutation of precognition can’t fully confirm that. 

“Yes, that is my sandwich. I worked very hard on it. I'll have you know.” You are standing in front of him now, having to look up at him slightly as you wait for his next move. 

“I’m sure you did. It looks delicious.” He says, but rather than looking at the food, he is looking right at you. Cheeky bastard.

“Y-yeah, which is why I am asking you to put it down so I may enjoy it.” 

“I don’t know. I think I wanna have a taste first.” 

His hazel eyes are staring you down, almost begging for you to make a move. In reality, you really didn’t care if he ate it. You could easily make another and enjoy dinner with him. But you know that isn’t what he is doing right now. He is playing with you, wanting to rile you up. Well, it takes two to play that game.

“That sandwich is very precious to me. I’d think before you act.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirks, bringing his face closer to yours. “What are you going to do about it?”

“I’ll take something precious of yours.” 

He chuckles, turning his face to the sandwich. “I’d like to see you try, sweetheart.”

He takes a huge bite out of your sandwich, his eyes closing as he chews. You purse your lips, watching him savor your meal with gusto. You know he is overexaggerating to truly get at you, but little does he know you have a trick up your sleeve.

“Enjoying my meal?” 

He turns back to you, swallowing before licking his lips. “Very much. I may have to take another bite.”

You get up in his space, settling onto your tippy toes so your face is by his ear. You let your breath waft against his skin, causing a shiver to shake his core. You can tell he is anticipating what you will do, always highly enjoying your responses to his antics. Oh, he is so in for it.

“That’s okay. You can have it.” You let your pointer finger trace his collarbone that is very much on display from his white, fitted tank. “And you want to know why that is, Logan?”

He takes a deep breath, very apparent that your actions are doing something to him. His left hand lets go of the sandwich to settle on your hip, squeezing the flesh slightly to ground himself. It is actions like that that make you believe you do something to him. Like you drive him just as insane as he does to you. You bring your left hand to his head, pulling him down so you can really get into his ear. 

“That’s because I know where you keep your special cigars from Cuba, and I am going to take them.”

You couldn’t have run fast enough. You are already shooting for the stairs, taking two steps at a time as you speed to his room. You knew it had taken him a second to realize what had happened because by the time you got to his floor, you heard him yelling your name. 

You burst into his room, locking it quickly. It was only to buy some time, for you knew he had a key. You were giggling as you went to his bookcase, plucking out the blue, hardcover history book. You open it, and smile as you see the unopened cigars there in the deep hole where text used to be. Just as you close the book, you hear heavy footsteps reach the door and a jingle of keys.

You panic, needing to find a way out before he opens the door. You could run around him, but you needed a head start. You could hide and wait for him to leave but you knew he’d sniff you out. There was only one option left, and that was to go out his bedroom window. You hear the key enter the lock, and with a quickness you didn’t think you had, you unlocked his window and flung it open. Just as the door busted open, you crawled out. You grasped onto the ivy that clung to the school’s exterior and began to climb down. 

“Oh, when I get my hands on you, you are in for it!”

You look up to see Logan’s head popping out the window. He has a scowl on his face, but you could see the wild look in his eyes. You knew he was enjoying this, for he loves the chase.

“This is for taking my sandwich!” You yell, and continue making your descent. 

You hear the window close, which makes you go faster, knowing he is rushing down those stairs to meet you at the bottom. You could sense that he would go to the front door, so once your feet touch the grassy floor you run to the back door. Opening it quickly, you determine your next move. He is probably at the front, ready to intercept you, giving you the opportunity to hide somewhere. 

You rush to the hallway where many of the classes are held. You run into the first classroom you see, its door already open. You see the large oak desk at the back of the classroom, and quietly walk up to it. It has a space for leg room, so with haste you crawl in it, pulling the chair in carefully to not make any sound. 

Your heart was racing, adrenaline thrashing as you hid. You try to steady your breath, trying to keep quiet. The atmosphere has become eerie, the silence defying as you try to keep it that way. You try to listen for any other sounds over your pounding heart, when another wave of cognition hits you. You can see it clearly, where he finds you under the desk, hands on either side to block you in. You know you need to move on, so you go to move the chair, but you suddenly halt when you hear his voice boom nearby.

“Where is she?” 

You cover your mouth, trying to hold in your breathing as well as the gasp that almost shot from your mouth. His voice was coated in gravel, and absolutely primal. Even from afar, it was clear he was worked up, and it made you embarrassingly wet. 

You hear footsteps enter the hallway, heavy boots against the shiny wooden floor. At first, you think you may have a way out, hearing him pass the room you were in, but you aren’t so lucky because you hear him stop. You grip onto the book and your mouth, even though you know it will do absolutely nothing. You know he senses you, and it is confirmed when you hear footsteps enter the room. You hear him inhale deeply, exhaling with sigh only to turn into a deep rumble. 

“I know you are here.” He is slow in taking his steps, and each step gets closer and closer to your hiding place. 

He sniffs deeply again, growling this time around like he was a wild animal. “No point in denying it. I could smell you the second I walked into the hall.”

You know he will find you, and he will block you in. So you decide to take a risk before he closes in on you. You push the chair out far enough to crawl out, before standing up behind the desk. You put your hands up with the book in your left one, trying to show off a sign of surrender. 

“You have nowhere to go, dollface. No point in trying’ to run for I’ll snatch you up real quick.” 

“You must really want your cigars back to block me in like this.” 

He steps even closer, with him now standing right in reach of the book. He could easily grab it and take it, for he is much stronger than you. But he doesn’t make a move, staying glued to his new spot. You don’t know what’s running through his head, his eyes trained on you. It isn’t until he places his hands onto the desk that you take a step back and drop your hands. 

“You’re wrong.”

You raise a brow, not sure what he is getting at. “What do you mean?”

He smirks, leaning his body over the desk. “It isn’t the cigars I’m after. Not anymore.”

Your heart is in overdrive. You know the answer, it is becoming obvious. But you ask anyway. “Then what are you after, Lo?”

“I think you know the answer. Now it is a matter of will you let me take what’s mine.”

You want to give in. You are becoming more aroused by the second, but you are starting to really enjoy the chase. Seeing how much it gets him going, to see this side of him, only makes you want to push him more. You want to see what he will do, especially when he gets his hands on you.

You walk around the desk, book of cigars still in hand, getting closer to him until you are toe to toe with him. “What’s the fun in surrendering?”

He quickly blocks you in, the desk pressed against your back. He has the most seductive, but feral grin upon his lips, like he thinks he has won his prize. His head leans down to yours, forehead against forehead, before he whispers his next sentence against your lips.

“The fun is in what follows.”

His lips are on yours, desperate and needy. You can’t help the moan that leaves your throat, mind going hazy as his lips devour. You have craved him for so long, you want this to last forever. However, you cannot give into him like this. You will not make this easy for him.

One of your hands goes to the hem of his tank, fingers lingering before going under. He feels so solid, the coarse hairs on his tummy spread thick as you go to his left side. You can feel him shudder over you, and you try to hold back the smirk that wants to curve onto your lips. You move your fingers sporadically over the left side of his ribcage, causing him to jump back. This gives you the chance to run like hell.

“Hey! That’s unfair!” You hear him yell and it makes you giggle profusely. You must thank Jean later for letting you in on that little secret; that the broody, grumpy man with the metal bones was insanely ticklish. You wish you could turn to see his full reaction, but you are too determined.

You can hear him running right behind you, and you have never been more aroused. You shouldn’t feel so turned on by Logan chasing you around, but the thrill of the chase was seeping into your loins and you were addicted. 

More people had shown up around the school, meeting with friends to study or hang out for the evening. You were dodging people left and right, and everyone looked perplexed as they saw Logan charging his way towards you. Many of them probably assumed it had to do with the book you were holding, and while they would have been originally right, they are no longer even close. 

You don’t have time to hide again, not with him so close behind. You make it back to the stairs, hauling ass as you try to make it to your room. You can hear him right behind you, breathing heavily and grunting with each step. Your room is at the end of the hall, and you are basically flying with how fast you are running. The second you reach the door, you swing it open and throw yourself in before slamming it. You had gotten it shut, mentally pumping your fist in victory, but by the time you went to turn the lock, it was too late. The door flies open, sending you back a couple feet back as Logan stands at the door's entrance. 

“I have you right where I want you. No more running.”

If looks could kill, you’d be ash. He enters your room, closing the door behind him with his eyes staying on you. He takes one step forward, with him now hovering over your smaller form. The way he is looking at you makes your knees faint, for you felt you could hear what he was revealing with his stare. 

“I still know your weakness, Logan.” You smirk, holding the book up to your face to dodge any attack he was planning. It is pointless, you know, but it is the best defense you’ve got. 

“Do you now?” He walks towards you, in step with you as you go backwards. The back of your knees hit the edge of your bed, telling you that you truly have nowhere else to go. He is right on you, grinning now that he has the upper hand. 

“I’m afraid that book won’t save you from me.” He snatches the book, tossing it to the side of the bed. 

You are in for it. You don’t know what he is planning, and the element of surprise has overcome you. However, with the way he is looking at you, you guarantee that what is about to happen will be just as exhilarating as when he was hunting you down. 

“What do you plan to do with me, hm?” You let your fingertips walk along his chest, dancing all the way down to his side like you did earlier. 

He is quick to grab your hand, bending down to lift you up in his arm before tossing you onto the bed, following swiftly as he pins both hands above your head. 

“Don’t even think about it. I know you all too well.” He growls through his teeth. “As for what I plan on doing, what’s the fun in telling when I can just show you. Would you like that?”

You simply nod, breathless at how he is handling you. However, that wasn’t good enough for him, as he takes hold of your wrists in one hand so his other one can grip your chin.

“I wanna hear you say it, pretty girl.”

You huff, getting frustrated already that he is dragging this out. With your legs still free, you wrap them around his hips, your heels digging into his back causing him to grunt. Your lips are practically on his, faint contact making you antsy. “Show me what you’ve been wanting to do with me.”

Your lips are squashed by his instantly, hunger and desperation clear. His hands go to your thighs, grabbing at the flesh. With your hands free, they go straight to his hair, gripping and tugging on it which causes him to moan hotly into your mouth. 

His hands travel up to the hem of your blouse, pushing the fabric up past your stomach before his hands go under. You moan at the contrast, rough hands, that have been through so much running along your unmarred body. He swallows what you give him, groaning happily at the effects he was causing.

You are in heaven. You never thought you would be here like this with Logan. You never thought you would be under him at his complete mercy. It makes a shiver travel down your spine, traveling right to your core that is a heated mess because of the man before you. To be with the man you have pined for is riveting, and you could cry that he seems to return those feelings.

You don’t know what triggers your mutation, but it is sudden. Your vision goes blurry, a strong aura surrounding you. It is overwhelming, a whimper bubbling from your throat as you see what is about to happen. Logan releases your lips with a grunt, looking at you intensely as you start to shake. You feel his rough hands cup your soft cheeks, stroking them gently. 

Your cheeks feel hot, your vision turning you into a horny mess. Your hands grip onto Logan’s chest trying to ground yourself to reality. It’s too much. Your visions rarely last long for they are just snippets of future events, but this was different. It was as if you were in a trance, and could feel everything he was doing to you. You don’t know if it is your heightened emotions, especially with him right on you. All you knew is that pleasure was present, and you were starting to fall apart. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You can hear his demeanor change, worry laced in his tone.

“Fuck,” you couldn’t help but moan, unable to control yourself. “I can feel everything, Logan.”

There is a pause, hands still touching your face. A few beats later, he lets his right hand go down, only to stop at your thigh squeezing tightly. 

“Tell me what you see, baby.” 

The rumble in his voice intensifies everything, causing you to grip onto him tighter. “Oh God please don’t make me say it out loud.”

You try to look away, but his left hand shifts so it is grabbing your chin. He forces your head back up, bringing his face down to yours like he had in the classroom. His breath fans over your lips, taking in the way they move as sounds leave them. 

“I’m fucking you, aren’t I? Making you lose yourself on my cock? Is that what you are seeing?”

You can barely talk, too enthralled in your vision. You grab the hand that is on your thigh and bring it to the top of your black pants. Logan gets the idea and angles it so he can slide his hand into them. His fingers brush over the fabric, feeling the damp spot that has formed drastically. You hear him curse under his breath, the vibrations hitting your lips as they brush against one another without full pressure. 

“Oh sweetheart, you are so wet.” He murmurs, pulling his hand out to bring it up to his nose, inhaling deeply before releasing a sound so feral that you could sob. “And you smell so fucking good.” 

You can’t help but nod, not knowing how to respond. All you know is that you need him. Need him to take you on your bed and do whatever he wants to you. You’ll take anything he is willing to give you, for all you want is for him to make himself known to you. 

His hand had gone back down to your crotch, cupping your pussy through the material. “Does she want more attention?”

“Logan, please do something.” You choke, your mind steadily coming back to reality, but still not fully letting go. You start to grind down on his palm, desperate for anything he will give you, but he removes his hand, going to the back of your head to grip tightly.

Damn him!

“I know she deserves something, but do you? Do you deserve me after getting me so worked up like that?”

“Logan, I am begging.” You cry out in frustration, your nails digging into his chest causing him to groan lowly. “I want you. God, I’ve always wanted you so please take what’s yours!”

He is back on you, kissing you till the air in your lungs dissipates. He starts to kiss away from your swollen lips, kissing down to your neck. He nips at your pulse point, going up to your ear to give it a light lick before going back down. With every kiss, he takes a deep breath in, which only makes him get more aggressive. Soft kisses turn to an open mouth lather to nips that could have easily broken the skin.

“I don’t think you know what your scent does to me. It draws me in every time.” He bites down particularly hard at your collar bone, and you wouldn’t be surprised if blood had come to the surface. 

His hands come back up to the front of your blouse, carefully unbuttoning the garment before revealing your breasts that are almost spilling out of your bra. His hands mold over the cups, squeezing hard and slow as he makes his way to your sternum. 

He is being so gentle with you, a complete 180 from how you thought this was going to go. He was so rough with you in your head, fucking you until you couldn’t even say a word. This side of him was endearing, but you crave more from him.

“For someone so feral for me, you sure are taking your time.”

He bites the top of your left breast, making you gasp at the sudden pain. “I don’t think you are ready for that side of me, dollface.”

Your right hand goes to his head, taking a handful of his hair and yanking his head up. You know he wants to absolutely ravish you, and if it’s some convincing he needs, some convincing he is going to get. 

“When I said to take what’s yours, I meant it. I want you to make me beg until I’m dumb, so fucking do it.”

“Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you, Princess.”

His hands go under your top from the back, unclipping your bra before letting them resurface. He starts to yank your top off from the shoulders, only to smack your thigh that causes a light sting.

“Arch that back for me.”

You do as he says, allowing him to take the rest of your top off along with your bra. He flings them both across the room, only to do the same with his tank. You’ve seen his upper body plenty of times, as there would be instances in which he disregards it for a training session. But this? This was very different. It’s a different atmosphere, and rather than everyone getting an eye full of his muscular, hairy body, it is now for your eyes only. 

He’s looking down at you, pupils flared as he takes you in. You shiver as his palms stroke your tummy, slowly going up until they encompass your breasts. Your nipples pebble from the rough texture of his skin, and you can see it excites him. So much so that he takes the opportunity to take your nipples between his fingers and pulls them gently with a pinch. Your back bows off the mattress, adoring the pain he is providing, and let out a mewl as he lets go to run his thumbs over the tender peaks.

“You sound so good,” Logan murmurs. “I need to hear more.”

His right arm goes under your back to keep you up, holding you there as his mouth goes to your left breast. He takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking with his eyes still on you. Your cheeks flush, head tilting to the side to avoid looking at him. It’s too much. It’s too fucking much. 

Whimpers slip from your mouth, his treatment of your breasts making you want to rub your thighs together to soothe the ache, but he keeps your legs open. He eventually does the same to your other breast, working to match the work he left on your other nipple: hard, and tainted red.

He lets up, sitting on his knees as he unbuttons your pants, hands sliding the material down your legs in earnest. He tosses your heels off before stripping away your bottoms, and he hums as he admires the black, lacy thong you adorn. 

“Fuck,” he snaps the elastic, eyes entranced. “You sure you didn’t see this coming earlier? Wearing something sexy like this?”

“They work better with my pants.” You huff, his fingers lightly running along your covered slit.

“Hmm, no wonder your ass looked so good today.” He grins. “But this pussy? I could play with her all day.”

He lowers himself, sliding off the bed only to bring you with him, your body gliding across the comforter with ease. He clutches onto your thighs, letting your legs rest in the crook of his elbows. He keeps his hold tight, bringing his lips down to kiss and suck on your thighs. You gasp at the aggressiveness, swearing you will see dark purple marks on you later. You moan at the idea, as it feels like he is finally claiming you; like are his to mark, to claim, to fuck, to love. 

He makes his way to your center, sniffing deeply before releasing a feral growl. He lets the tip of his tongue lightly drag from the bottom to the top of your heat, still fully covered by the damned thong. He flicks at your clit, a ghost of a touch that has you bucking your hips. And he draws back every single time. His self-control is impressive but frustrating all the same.

He starts to suck on it through the material, creating a bigger wet spot with his spit. The more he pushed his tongue against your folds, the more the material would rub just right against you. It made you clench, panting at how much he is teasing you. He pulls away, blowing on your sensitive spot which only makes you whine.

“Awe what is it?” He chuckles, the vibrations barely hitting where you need him. “You want my tongue to play with you?”

His hand lets go of your thigh, fingers tracing the fabric before pulling it to the side. “Lucky for you, I love to play.”

He goes right in, mouth over your bud as he consumes your very being. Your hands shoot to his hair, not prepared for the onslaught of pleasure he is delivering. The swirls he is landing on his target is mind numbing, a tangible pressure that makes you want to curl in on yourself. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groans, the sound vibrating right on your clit. It makes you buck your hips up, but his left arm presses you down to keep you secure. 

“I know you want more, but you are going to have to be patient. I’m not done tasting this sweet pussy. Fuck, you are so sweet.”

You feel one of his fingers near your hole, circling it teasingly before pushing in. His tongue is back on your nerves, mouthing covering it to add slight suction. Even with his big fingers, it’s not nearly enough. 

“Logan, please add another.” You say, emphasizing as you clench down on his single digit. 

He sucks a little harder, ripping a yelp from your throat. Still, he listens and inserts a second finger with the first. He goes in and out, drawing sighs from your lips as he builds you up. His mouth is going crazy, moving his lips with a vengeance. Your blood is hot, traveling down as your release starts to come to the surface.

You can’t stop clamping down on his fingers, your pussy having a mind of its own. He is pistoning them now, causing your fluids to make its way down your ass onto the comforter. The sounds coming from his handiwork edge you further, your release imminent. 

“Oh God, Logan! I’m cumming!” 

Big mistake on your part.

He pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. A smug look appears on his face, and you have the urge to shove his face back into your aching cunt.

“Your first time cumming with me will be on my cock, sweetheart.”

He pulls your thong down your legs and moves you back to the front of the bed. He stands before you, making light work of removing his belt from the loops of his jeans. His jeans are next, pulling them down with his briefs. 

You don’t know what you expected. You weren’t surprised with how well endowed he was, not with the way he is built. But to see it in person is so much different from your imagination. The details that your mind didn’t conjure up, especially the vein that starts from his lower stomach to the tip of his cock. It makes you salivate, wanting to run your tongue along it. 

“You like what you see, darlin’?” He noticed you staring, but you have no shame. Not anymore.

“Yeah, want it in my mouth so bad.”

He walks over to you, his cock in your face. His hand goes to your head, stroking the baby hairs that are starting to stick to your temple. “As much as I would love that, I am dying to give you the fucking you deserve, sweetheart. However…” he brings your head up closer to his cock, your lips not even an inch away. “How about you get it nice and wet for me.”

You don’t have to be told twice. You work up a good amount of spit, letting it drip from your mouth onto his hard cock. You start to lick at the sides, spreading your saliva all over until he is covered. You are basically making out with his dick, your lips and tongue moving like you had when you were kissing him earlier. It isn’t until you get to that vein of his that you start to go wild, licking it up and down. 

Logan is groaning deeply, and pulls your head back, a string of saliva connecting before breaking apart. You hear him curse under his breath before crawling back onto the bed, his hands holding your face as he brings his lips to you. His kisses are slow this time, letting it sink in that this is happening; that you two are about to be connected. 

“You did such a good job. You are such a good girl.” He murmurs against your lips before sitting up. 

His dick is now sitting heavy on your mound, and the weight of it feels delicious. He taps it against your clit a few times, your hips thrusting up in kind. 

“You ready for me, sweetheart?” He lets his cock rut into your folds, thrusting up into your clit. “I think that sweet thing of yours is.”

“Give it to me, Lo. I need you so bad it hurts.” 

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take that pain away.” He promises.

And as promised, he places the tip right at your aching hole and pushes in slowly. Your jaw slacks, the pressure as he continues his descent much more intense than you anticipated. It’s been so long since you’ve given yourself to someone. It all feels new, and you are thankful; thankful that it's with him.

He is fully seated in you, and you can only describe it as euphoric. With the way he sits heavy in your cunt, filling you up completely, you can honestly say that this was meant to happen. Logan was meant to be with you in every single possible way imaginable. It’s the only explanation.

“How does it feel, baby?” Logan asks, hands rubbing up and down your thighs soothingly. 

“It feels,” you whimper, gripping down on him. “It feels so good, Lo.”

“Yeah? My cock makin’ you feel good, doll?” He groans, clearly being affected by your behavior. 

Before you can mutter a pathetic answer, your brain turning to mush, he shifts back. His cock slides out until the mushroom head is at your entrance, and then he slams back in; hard and slow. 

The constant back and forth of his cock has you shaking, his hard thrust knocking the air out of your lungs and the slow thrusts feeling oh so good. And with the way he is watching you, his face mimicking yours as he receives his own pleasure, is sending zaps of electricity to your cunt. It makes you grasp onto him hard as he gets you more worked up.

Logan sits up straighter, grabbing your right leg and bringing it up to his shoulder. His left hand keeps it steady as he speeds up slightly and presses gentle kisses to your ankle in the process. It lets him go deeper, kissing your cervix every time it goes in. The pressure feels incredible, and the more he speeds up, the more your cunt starts to spasm out of control. 

“That’s it, baby. You are taking me so well, like you were fucking made for me.” He growls out, biting your ankle. 

“God yes, Logan! I’m yours!” You cry out, him and his cock making you utterly delirious. “You were made for my pussy!”

“Fuck, you got a mouth on you.” He chides, his right hand going to your right breast.

He is squeezing your tit so tight; his hips are on autopilot with how fast he is taking you. Your hands don’t know where to go, going from gripping the fabric below to holding onto his wrist. He is putting you into a completely fucked out state, and you can’t get enough of that treatment. 

You can tell you are on the precipice of cumming. You are clenching on and off rapidly, no longer in control of your muscles. The sounds coming from your coupling, wet smacking echoes that are music to your ears. You can feel the telltale sensation of being overwhelmed, and you know you are now on the track of no return. 

“Logan, baby, I’m gonna cum!”

He snarls at you, a crazed look in his eyes as he slams into you. He lets go of your tit to grab your chin, keeping your eyes on his. “Do it, darlin’. Cum around my cock.”

You are over the edge in seconds, a silent scream taking over as you tremble and quake. Your pussy is convulsing like crazy, small gushes of liquid coming out. You see Logan look down at where you two are connected, and he is grinning like crazy.

“What a fucking sight. There isn’t one thing about you that isn’t pretty.”

You could sob at his words, especially with how overstimulated you are becoming. You work his cock, wanting him to cum inside of you. 

“Give me your cum, Logan. Fill me until I’m dripping.”

Your words must have triggered something because next thing you know he has let go of your leg and face and is falling onto his forearms with his mouth landing on yours. You hear the sound of his claws, completely unsheathed from his skin, causing him to bellow into your mouth, rutting like a madman which causes cum to leak out from your hole onto the bedding. 

He slows down, milking out the rest of his spend before stopping all together. He lets go of your lips gasping, face buried in your shoulder as he tries to calm down. Your hands go to his back, massaging the taut muscles as he shakes. 

“Fuck, Logan,” you sigh, catching your breath as you come back to earth. You feel so relaxed, even with your guts feeling completely rearranged.

You hear his claws sink back into his skin, and it is then that he pulls out, falling to the other side of the bed. His chest is going up and down with every heavy breath, and you can’t help but admire him like this. 

He turns his head over to you, his hand coming to grab the hand by your side. “C’mere, sweetheart.”

You make it over into his side, head laying on his chest as you both bask in the post-sex glow. You can’t help but smile at this turn of events, not expecting to have been in this position with Logan. But here you are, laying on his chest with his arms around you. 

You notice something in your peripherals and see splintering from the headboard of your bed. There are six holes in the wood, and it sends you into a laughing fit, a euphoric glaze covering your entire body. 

“What’s so funny?” He asks gruffly, pulling you into side as you continue to laugh.

“Your claws pierced my headboard.”

You see him glance back, and you see him sigh, relaxing more into the mattress. “I’ll fix it up for you, darlin’. I’m sorry about that.”

“No need to say sorry.” You snuggle your face into his skin, breathing in his natural musk as you relax more into him. “I just can’t believe we did that, but I’m glad it did.”

“I can say the same.” He murmurs, stroking your hair gently. “Seriously, I gotta know, did you see this coming?”

You shift up, going to lay your arms across his chest only for you to rest on them. You look into his eyes and the need in them is still there, but not in the way they were before. They were searching, looking for any confirmation that what you both just did truly meant more. It makes him look vulnerable, something he rarely shows. It makes you smile at the prospect of him opening up even more. 

“Not until today. It’s strange now that I think about it.”

“And why is that?”

“I never saw you coming, I guess. Even when it is clear as day how you felt about me, I never got anything that told me it was real. I didn’t want to potentially screw anything up between us.”

He hums, a look of contemplation on his face before taking a hand and rubbing his face, a long sigh coming out in the process. “I suppose that’s my fault.”

You can’t help but look confused. His fault? “Why do you say that?”

“I haven’t been fully honest, but ever since I came here, no matter how welcomed and appreciated I am here, I have contemplated leaving.” His hand leaves his face to go behind your neck, lightly scratching the skin at the nape before continuing. “I’ve been alone for a long time. Having a family has never been in the books for me. It is easier to not let people in.”

“So, that’s why I couldn’t see you coming. You hadn’t made up your mind?”

“It’s possible, but it’s just a theory.”

“But, if that’s the case, have you made your mind up?” You start rubbing his chest with your palm, feeling his heart pulse slowly. You are confident you know the answer now, but you want to hear him say it.

He grunts in laughter, shaking his head slightly before letting his fingers curl around the back of your neck. “I think you know the answer, princess. But if you really want to know, come up here.”

You push yourself from him, moving so you are straddling his torso. He brings his hands to your face once more, pulling you down so you are face to face with him. He kisses you, slowly initiating intimacy with his lips. He isn’t saying anything, but you can feel what he is saying through the act alone. 

“I can’t close myself off from you,” he says between kisses. “And I don’t want to. Especially if you’ll have me.”

“I think you already know the answer to that, Lo.”

“Still, I wanna hear you say it.”

You pull away so you can look into his eyes, giving him all the sincerity you can muster. “I love you, and I want you to stand by me.”

He smiles teeth and all, and pulls you back down, kissing all over your face causing you to squeal. “Hmm I love you too, sweetheart. Always have.”

You both stay like that for a while, basking in each other's company in post-coital ecstasy by continuing to taste one another. Another thought came over you, and you can’t help but laugh again.

“If I had known sex would make you like this, I would have made a move a long time ago.” Logan jokes, breathing them in. 

“I’m sorry, but I’m laughing because it took me taking your cigars hostage to do it.”

Logan throws his head back, chuckling at what you presume is the same thing you are laughing about.

“Speaking of those cigars, can you grab them for me?”

You perk up, pushing away from him to lean over to your side of the bed. Your fingers stretch for the book, getting a grasp on it before getting settled back with Logan. He pulls you in quickly, hurdling you into his side. You see he has his lighter ready, which he must have grabbed while you were getting his cigars.

“You gonna smoke one?”

He hums, taking one out. “I only smoke these on special occasions. I think this qualifies.”

He carefully unsheathes a claw, cutting the end before it sinks back under his skin. He flickers the lighter, letting the bright flame linger on the end to get a good burn going. He then lays back, pulling you even closer into his side, before taking his first puff. 

Hadn’t been able to hold out, this time. How could he, with how sweetly you welcomed him home? You lips on his, that needy press - then dropping lower. Wrapping around him, taking him into your throat until he was panting.

Already half gone, by the time he fitted himself between your thighs. Even more so with how wet you were for him, sinking into your tight warmth as your pussy made room for him.

Losing himself in your embrace - coming hard before he means to. Teeth bared in a snarl with your cry in his ear, nails biting hard into his shoulders.

The pink marks have long healed, but he can still feel the sharp pinch. Pain mixing with pleasure as he pulses inside you, your face nuzzling against his neck as you sigh his name.

You didn’t know him when he was a younger man. Before his hair and beard were threaded with silver.

Used to be able to go another round right away. Wishes he could right now - he’d flip you on your belly. Fuck you until you’re whimpering on his cock, until he’s filling you a second time.

Instead, he rolls off you. His hand drifting down across your curves, fitting two inside the second his softening cock withdraws. Swallowing your moan with his mouth, as they press deep - replacing the steady piston of his hips with the drag and crook of fingers.

A third teasing, nudging - working its way inside. Knows you can take it, if you took him. Know how you like to feel full, and he can give that to you.

Logan can feel it - the warmth of his release, as it starts to drip. Coating his fingers, sticky inside you as he pushes it deeper, winding you back up.

The slap of his palm against your cunt is loud, twining with the sweet sounds you make. Your eyes half-lidded, adoring as you gaze up at him. Needy and wanting and he thinks he’d give you anything, if you’d just ask.

But Logan already knows what you want.

Knows he can make you come like this. Make you cream around his fingers, soak his palm as you wail. Fuck you through it, until the tight pulse ebbs - soft praise murmured in your ear.

He’s done it before.

He’s always been good with his hands, after all.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 He did not usually like to commit to such acts. Not for any particularly specific reason, it was mostly that he felt it consumed time that he could otherwise be putting elsewhere. Though, he would admit that there were moments where his mind would wander away from his computer screen and into thoughts that he often left unexplored. This was unfortunately one of those times. He pulled away from his computer and pushed up his glasses to rub his eyes. Why? His thoughts were suddenly consumed with images that he felt could wait for later. Maxie tried to suppress them. He thought of something else desperately, like Numels or Archie, but neither of those could end his issue. Instead, a thought of you wearing a Numel hoodie made everything all the more worse for the Magma Leader.

🪨 He undid his shorts and made sure that his teleporter was locked as he pulled out his dick from its confines. His heart raced as he tried to think of this as some form of maintenance. This was just human nature — everyone did it. His hand awkwardly gripped his length as he began to pump it. You kept entering his mind. How you looked in your Magma uniform was a prominent one. He was technically your leader, too. One order could see you on your knees before him in a desk chair. A moan left him as he began to move his hand more naturally. More pleasure surged through his system. Would you have your hood up? No, no — He wanted to see your face. Maxie swallowed as his movements grew rougher and uneven.

🪨 Yet, before the red-head could cum and relieve himself of this ceaseless torment, the teleporter activated. A scream came from his as he ripped his hand away from his dick and tried to make himself look presentable. He thought he turned off access. His heart raced at the thought of some grunt seeing him in such a state — or worse, one of his admins. That was not the case, however, as you entered in and cocked a brow up at him. He was fully aware that you, of all people, would know what he was doing at a glance. You made your way over to him and knelt between his legs. His breath hitched. “You, too, then?” you tilted your head as you grabbed his dick with your hand and began pumping him, “It's been a while since we had, Maxie. Let's enjoy ourselves for a moment.” The Magma leader's fantasy came true with a lot more.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 The Aqua Leader crashed against his bed with a sigh. Of all times for you to step out to the market in Slateport, it had to be when he suddenly had a spike in his libido. He grabbed one of your shirts off from the floor and smelled with a sigh. All his work to help redeem himself from his actions had been keeping him busy and away from you. Which meant no sex. His admittedly high sex drive was in competition with his need to fix what he had caused with Kyogre. It finally won, and you were not here to help him with it. You must have been missing him, too. He grumbled as he sat up. Well, it was not like he could not handle this himself. The teleporter to his room was off already, and he felt like he could make due.

💧 He slid off his wetsuit, feeling freed from the tight clothing was he clutched your shirt tightly. His hand found his half-hard cock, and he began to easily fall into a comfortable rhythm. Archie wished you were here. Somehow, the image of you pressed underneath him while wearing his anchor had lodged itself in his head and drove him half-mad. His movements became harsh as he lost himself in the fantasy. You would both be pressed against each other in the bed as he rutted into you. The cold metal of his anchor turning hot from your shared body heat. He groaned at the thought of your digging your nails into the muscles of his back. His other hand came up to push off his bandana, it feeling way too hot on his head. He bucked his hips into his grip as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

💧 It did not come, however. The sound of the teleporter activating made him panic. His heart was racing as he froze in place. He knew he turned it off. Before he could wrap his head around what happened, you emerged from it with a bag on your arm. You looked around the room for a second before landing on him. His hand let his cock go as he rushed over to you. Your bag was dropped on the floor as he pulled you in for a kiss. You eagerly returned the affection and let him tug away at your clothes while leading you back to the bed. Soon enough, he had you underneath him, just like his fantasy. “Archie, honey,” you broke the kiss for a moment to look him in the eyes, “Just text me next time.” He made a mental note of it as you let out a wonderful noise.

🛸Colress🥼

🧪 As much as he loathed pulling away from his work, he would admit that he found his own body's reactions and needs a bit fascinating. Plus, he supposed he could multitask. Colress did not usually deal with random raises in his libido, but he knew that being with a partner long term could make some changes happen. He grabbed his tablet and noted the time it had begun eagerly alongside what thought may have brought it out. You had gone out for a while. Could that be a factor? There were so many things for him to note. He nearly forgot about his erection in his eagerness to figure out the possible reason why. Of course, it made itself apparent again.

🧪 He sighed as he momentarily pulled away from his theorising to unbutton his slacks and free his dick. Sliding off his gloves, he began to pump his cock in a methodical manner while trying to note the sensations. Colress felt his breaths grow quicker as he thought more and more on it. You had brought this out, he was certain. A thought of you laid on in his lab coat for some reason. Why was it so appealing? You were nude, sure, but why the lab coat? A groan left him as he began to quicken his pace while thinking on it. You were beckoning him in his head, asking for him to use one of his personally made sex toys on you. The thought of bringing out the Colress Machine S-35 to use on you made his pumping grow sporadic and random. His muscles tensed, and he expected himself to reach orgasm. 

You press your lips to kiss against his jawline, peppering him in soft kisses and letting your hands cup over his chest. His hands find themselves over your hips, going under your shirt to feel your skin.  “I gotta say,” you mumble, “I miss your nipples.” He hisses out your name and you smile as you kiss down his neck. “It’s true. You were always so sensitive-” the pad of your thumb swipes over where they should have been- “always whined and buck when I’d twist them.”

“I wouldn’t whine,” he mewls, looking down at you. Pinching softly as the skin on your stomach, he tilts his head. “I miss being able to kiss you.”

Smiling softly, you press a kiss on the edge of one his spots near the collarbone. “I tried not to bring it up before, but you’re um, kinda flat down there.”

“Huh?”

“You’re missing your dick, Jonny,” you murmur, rimming a hole with the point of your index finger. 

“Oh um-” he clears his throat and the spot on his face divots at the top- “it's in a hole.”

Your brows furrow. “What?”

“Watch.” His hand shots down to his middle, and between the small space that you’ve created, his knuckles bump against your crotch. You roll your hips against his knuckles and he’s polite enough not to say anything. Oh, it really has been a while since you’ve had any sort of action. You watch as a spot forms, swirling and dark, little lines of it rippling around, and you blink and suddenly, you’re staring at his cock. 

With a watering mouth, you realize that it really has been a while. “Fuck Jonathan,” you mumble, trying to keep yourself composed.

“Good or bad?” He asks, uncertainty and insecurity twisted into his words. 

Having to peel your eyes away from his cock, you look up at him. “Mind if I blow you?” He nods rapidly. “Cool.” You kiss at the edge of the spot on his face. 

You sit on your knees, your hands pushing against his thighs to spread his legs. Appearing from the hole, the cock springs upwards, pure white, lacking any kind of spots. There’s a bit of coloration- a light gray that you wonder if it’s supposed to be his own coloration except in monochrome, or if it's blushing. From the hole, his package also exits the spot, resting over the edge. The spot itself is perfectly shaped for him with dark swirling lines around the edge of the hole, but there are no gaps- not an inch of room for you to rim and poke around. 

“You’re bigger than before,” you say in a whisper. Moving closer to his erection, you press your face against it. “A lot bigger.” You can feel your cunt twitch at the thought of him going inside of you. 

He’s looking down at you, his spot dilated and swirling. “You uh- like it?”

It really has been a while for you. You don’t even want to answer him- all that you can think about it putting him in your mouth. His skin is different than before, almost like a latex feel- or rubber. You aren’t entirely sure of the proper comparison but at the moment, it doesn’t matter.

Pressing a kiss against his cockhead, you pull back, swiping a tongue underneath his head. Other than the color and stretched size, it looks exactly like his did before- down to the vein on the underside, the soft curve to it, and the leaking head. You grab at the base of his cock, and he mumbles your names, hands lifting weakly before they fall back to the bed with a thump. Your tongue peeks out and you swipe over the slit, tasting the semen on your tongue.

It still tastes like him.

Oh, you’ve really missed him.

“Can you-” he falters with his sentence- “Please,” he begs.

You open your mouth to him, pushing yourself midway, already feeling his cockhead hit the back of your throat. He’s much longer than before. Pulling away, a thin sheen of spit covers him. Your hand wraps around his base, pumping him, and you return to him, feeling his thighs jolt at the touch. Taking him into your mouth, you can feel how hot and heavy he feels, and he leaks into your mouth, and you greedily swallow it all. 

There’s never been a stronger want than now. You need him. You worship him, suckling him and hollowing your cheeks, desperate as he is to make him cum. Your jeans rub against your crotch, and you can't think how his heavy scent fills your lungs and makes your mouth water. Unbuckling them right now is the least of your concerns when you can just rut against the friction with the thick material. Pulling his cock off of your mouth, it bobs and taps against your face, leaving your spit sticking to your skin. You watch in awe as it reaches well past your face. Even thinking about it going inside of you makes you want to skip the foreplay and just put it in. The sting of it might actually be worth it. 

Pushing yourself back against his cock, you take him again, shivering at how thick even his pre-ejacualtion is. Oh, your poor Jonathan- too pent up for who knows how long. You;d make up for lost time, you’re sure of it. You won’t let go of his cock until the both of you are spent and even then, you’d want him to be buried deep in your cunt, stretching and hitting deep at your core. You moan against him, the thought of him filling you with his seed and keeping it inside of you makes your cunt throb.

Your jaw almost hurts with how you have to push so far down, choking and spit dribbling in the corner of your mouth. But he sounds so good, moaning and panting your name with his hand holding onto the crown of your head. You focus on slurping him, suckling on his cockhead like it would produce you milk, moaning and rubbing yourself against the seam of your pants while he jerks and moans. 

He calls your name, broken and low, his hand fisting into your hair. “I’m gonna- Fuck!” He tilts his head back, bucking his hips into your mouth, his cockhead pushing against the inside of your cheek. “Your mouth- I fucking-” The sound of you gagging echoes in your ears, and you can feel strands of spit spill from your mouth. 

Your hand grasps onto his package, massaging and rolling the pair around in your hand. It feels so heavy in your hands- burning and weighted with pent frustration. Adjusting him in your mouth, your lips circle around the middle of his cock, his seed spilling and filling your mouth. It’s thick, and gooey, resting flat on your tongue and when you lean back, spills past the corner of your lips. Looking up at him, there are tears in your eyes, and your mouth closes, swallowing the seed and letting it burn down your throat. 

As you stand, you can feel how slick your underwear is. It slips and sticks and you need to take off everything. You’re too hot- too aroused to even want to consider giving him a show, but as he looks at you, his cock stays erect, twitching as a gossamer string of cum hangs and drips onto the floor.

Your clothes fall into a pile and he’s looking at you with his spot swirling and erratic, and you can’t help but smile. Oh, that has to be a good sign.  There’s fleeting spots of gray that stretch over his face, and you’re pulled on the bed. 

Laying on the bed with your legs bent, you watch as he dips his face down. The hands on your legs squeeze, and you suck in a breath through your teeth. You can feel his face nuzzle against your thighs, soft little upwards strokes that lead down to your cunt. 

A hand lets go of you, and you wait, and wait, the anticipation killing you and making you throb. You think about calling his name, wanting him to do something other than just stare at you. Something wet slicks against your cunt, and you yelp, body lifting and skin crawling with goosebumps. It’s wet and feels slimy- a feeling that you aren’t totally opposed to. His tongue- you think it’s his tongue- slides around your cunt.

“I’m sorry! I just- I wanted to try- Are you okay?” He peeks his head up from between your thighs.

“I uh- No, no. That was just a surprise. Keeping going,” you say breathlessly.

Your hands fist into the cover and you feel him lap at your cunt. It oozes over you, thin and viscid, snaking down the inside of your thighs to the bedsheets. You buck your hips. Gasps and moans fill the room, and you need him to keep going. His tongue zigzags over your cunt in fat strides, the point of it liking upwards around your hardened clit. Your hands find themselves at your breasts, pulling and twisting at your nipples. 

He does such a good job with whatever he’s using. 

“Fuck, Jonathan!” You yelp, lifting your hips when something else laps at your cunt, when something smaller and thinner teases at the edge of you, dipping in to feel you clench around him, but pulling away with ease. “No- Fuck, inside, please,” you moan, bucking your hips.

It doesn’t feel like it’s his hands, and it can’t be his hands because they’re holding your thighs, stretching and pushing them away. You don't have much time to think about it when your clit is rubbed with the flat of his tongue. 

Something wet is against your crotch and you aren't sure what it is, it feels like it's a lot- thick and slimy. You grind against his face with stuttering hips and a twitchy cunt. Wet, clicking sounds fill the room, his tongue working you into a frenzy, scuttling around your heat, and his face buries deeper as if he can’t get close enough, as he has to be in you- or you in him considering how his holes work. He eats like a starving man which isn’t completely untrue- and he’s simply lapping and swiping at your sex. 

Gasping and panting, you keen at how close you are, and in what is the cruelest he has ever been, he pulls away. You look up to see something slither back into his face hole, and he’s shining in your arousal, and his spit. 

Your face is flushed and eyes squinted in frustration. “Jonathan,” you wail, a hand shooting down to finish the job yourself. Except a hole stops you, and your hand shows up on the other side of the room, reaching for you, and grabbing for nothing. “Jonathan-”

“I wanna feel,” he says, grabbing at the base of his cock, and swiping it up your cunt. His head touches at your clit, and a jolt causes you to arch your back. He slides it back down and his cock enters you.  You pull your hand back, fisting when you feel him.

His hands find themselves back at your legs and he bends them, letting your cunt stretch and you feel him push further into you. Hands grips below your knees, and your hands bend to rest beside you. His thrusts are heavy and strong, and he’s bent over, looking into you as you whine and writhe under him. 

Frantically, he’s burying himself deep, and you can feel it all- every twitch of his cock, the way that it stretches and makes you want to cry that it’s far too much, but you’re unable to speak, too lost on the feeling of him finally being inside of you to actually think clearly. He ruts into you, and you stare at the hole in his face. He’s so much bigger than he was before, towering over you, having to hunch himself over to keep you at face level. He’s unforgiving, whimpering and cursing under his breath. He bullies your cunt, and it’s clear that he really needed this- that he needed you. You can hear soft gasps, and moans that sound deep and strained, and you think you see his hole twitch and spasm when you call his name. 

“Jonathan,” you mewl, tilting your head backwards. “‘S feels so good.” Your words are simple, mind hazy and muddled as the man before you slams his hips against yours. Sex is nothing like it was before, and you think it has to do with whatever built up pressure the two of you have had. You arch your back, your body shaking and squeezing against him as an orgasm crashes through your body. “More, more,” you plead, your hands reaching to grasp at his forearms, clawing at his skin. You don’t now why you waited to fuck him- you wouldn’t have if you knew that he was this needy and pent-up. 

The spot on his face is enlarged and swirling. Staring it feels too much- like you’re going to get sucked into it and never come out. You wonder if his holes feel good too. Reaching a hand, you swirl it around one near the crook of his elbow. He thrusts into you sharply, groaning and bending his head down. 

“You feel so good,” he laments. Something jolts inside of you- he sounds off, echoey and deeper. “Love how you feel.” he thrust into you and you gasp, fluttering your eyes close as he bullies your cervix. Through fluttering blinks, you watch as his jolts and the spots stretch over, almost encasing part of his shoulder in black. You wheeze and close your eyes when he pushes himself deeper into you. “‘S all mine.” You feel something wet drip on your chest and when looking, it comes out of his face hole in thick, dark drops. “I wanna be deep inside of you.”  He speaks in a guttural voice as he rocks his hips into you. 

There’s a knot in your stomach that tightens with every thrust, and you whine and moan, twisting and jittering as he pistons into you. You can’t bring yourself to speak, only moaning and wailing the closer that you get, the more that he fucks you in a way he hadn’t before. 

“Never wanna let you go.” You return the sentiment by clamping around his cock. “I wanna fuck you,” he slurs, giving short, quick thrusts into you. “Fuck you till you’re full.”

His spots swirl and move and the way that he speaks isn’t his voice, but an echo of it, devoid of emotion, only hunger and possession that lays mixed into the vowels and constants. You really do think you’re going to be sucked into him with how serious he is. 

Your body shakes and stutters as you reach your high, clamping around his cock, whining and clawing your nails into him to keep him close to you. 

“Where?” He asks, his voice melding to sound more like him. “I wanna- Where?” He calls your name, weakly and shakily pushing himself inside of you. His body jolts and twitches, the hands on your squeezing and scratching your skin. “Can I cum inside?” He lowers himself, resting his forehead against your own. “Please. I wanna so bad,” he mumbles. 

“Inside, please,” you mutter,  reaching up to kiss at his skin that burns under your touch. “Wanna feel full.” It’s enough to set him off, chasing his high, fucking you through your own. You squeal, legs twitching and body feeling as if it's on pins.

Even as he reaches his high, he doesn’t relent- his thrusts get sloppy, but they still hold the heaviness to them. It’s like he’s making sure that when he spills into you is going to be too buried inside of you to even leak out.

Past the twitching and calling of your name, he lets his cock warm inside of you, pulling out with a groan as if leaving you is too painful to even do. He lays beside you, his cock twitching against his thigh, leaking a thick cream that can barely be distinguished from his own skin. He takes heavy breaths, fingers dancing over the bedsheets in an attempt to calm down. 

You turn over, resting your hand over his. the middle of your thighs feel wet, and sticky. It leaks down and leaves a trail of warmth. His spots are smaller, back to his regular size, and while they move, they aren’t as erratic as they were before.

“That was good,” you tell him. “Fuckin’ good.”