Sharing some thoughts about semi/public sex with the Shuumatsu no Valkyrie men
Being in Poseidon’s throne room, sitting in his very own chair, having him over your lap with his legs wide open and his already hard and leaking cock bouncing with each thrust, his barely muffled moans and the sloppy sounds fill the whole room, anyone could enter the room at any time and it is more likely that the sounds can be heard from across the room and yet he doesn't care, well, maybe a bit. From one side he would absolutely hate for anyone to see you two like this because he doesn't want anyone having the pleasure to see you two like this and from the other side he would beam in pride knowing others could see you two like this and know that they will never know the pleasure that it is having you so deep inside of them, of having you stretching his hole and filling up inside over and over again, to have your hands over their hips forcing them to continue bouncing up and down and feeling you kiss their sweet spot with each thrust, to have the pleasure to be so damn overwhelmed by the feeling of you inside of him that they end up cuming untouched and yet that doesn't stop you, that privilege it is reserved only for him
It is not a secret at all that Loki is down bad for you, completely smitten and embarrassingly so, he takes any chance he gets to be able to be at your side, basking in anything you are willing to give him and it is because of that that the amount of times you two have done it in the open doesn't surprise anyone, Loki it is up to have sex at any time and he doesn't care if you want to do it where anyone could see, actually, if they see it is something that he simply will forget the same moment you start touching him, he has kneel and take you in his mouth in the garden of the valhalla more times that he can even remember, bending over a table in any meeting room it isn't even a problem anymore and being pushed against any corner that it is secluded enough it has become a thing he looks forward to, he cares so less of the possibility of others watching that others gods had stopped complaining long ago since it is completely useless, besides, with how whiny and loud Loki tent to be people know when to walk away just by hearing him, and, honestly? That is way better, he won't have to bite his lip in of not being too obvious (which never actually last long)
Heated training with Susano’o ending on him being pinned down and pounded, his sword at his side and completely forgotten, when he said that he surrendered he didn't thought he would end up pinned down, but it was a fair win so of course he raises his hips just for you, biting his lip trying not to be too whiny when you make your way inside of him, when you stretch his hole and made him feel a pleasure swordship could never give him, his whines becoming louder when you hold onto his hair to keep him in place and his moans run free when you speed up the pace with your hips, the sloppy sound of your cock thrusting on him restlessly echo through the forest both were practicing and yet the only thing running through his mind it is how absolutely overwhelming it feels but also how he doesn't want you to stop, how much he wishes you to go faster and harder, to pound him and ruin him completely, reducing the prideful god that has trained for years swordship into a whiny cockslave with each match you win, you may even be able to make him admit that he has let you win some of those matches just so you could ‘take your prize’
Baracks Bunny M! Reader who becomes the baracks bunny in the whole Avengers tower after a failed experiment of Banner and Stark takes effect on every male except you for a strange reason. Everyone gets absolutely horny, but to an alarming rate.
You'll first find Tony and Bruce, the ones behind the incident, jerking off eachother while kissing lewdly. They're sweating, blushing, gasping and moaning as they try to relieve themselves, but nothing seems to work. They see you observing them at the door, and without being able to resist, they bring you inside the room to have fun with you.
After an intense fucking with the two brains of the team, you try to find the others to see if they're okay. You find Steve in his own room, fucking like an animal his pillow while sobbing, crying that it's not enough, that his erection hurts so much. The pillow is already ruined, soaked with the large amount of pre-cum that has come out from Steve's big cock. He finds you staring, cheeks red and eyes wide. He calls you weakly and bends down, exposing his puffy hole winking at you. His hole feels painfully empty, he tells you, make that uncomfortable feeling go away.
You can almost feel your hips start to ache after roughly fucking Steve's brains out. However, the adventure doesn't end there. In the living room you find Thor and Clint in a 69 position, eating eachother's ass, moaning so loudly it makes your cock hard again. Clint invites you to join them, stretching Thor's hole with his fingers, telling you how good it taste, how tight it is. They need you, so you help them, fucking Thor while Clint rides his face. Positions change, and you're fucking Clint while he sucks Thor's cock.
After that fun game, you go to the kitchen to have a large, needed drink. Soft grunts and moans let you know you've just stepped in another danger room. Bucky is there, humping the corner of the kitchen island, vibranium hand gripping the marble so tightly it just cracked. You hear his choking a gasp, tensing, before relaxing and going back to humping so needily. He notices your presence, you can see his eyes full of lust and desperation. With a trembling voice, he tells you that he has cum three times already, and his erection still isn't going down. He bends down on the surface of the kitchen island and pulls on the sides of his pants; exposing a large hole torn on the back of his pants to reveal a loose, slick hole. Bucky was so desperate for something inside his ass that he ripped his pants open to finger himself. You knew he needed your cock, and like a good friend, you help him.
The next day comes, and you think everything went back to normal, until you find all your teammates in your bedroom, all of them with that needy, lustful look in their eyes. Turns out Tony wanted to fix that experiment of last day, and accidentally caused an other failure. But there was an issue, the effect was doubled, making it even worse.
"babe," dick's panicked whisper registered in your mind, but so did his ass, which happened to conveniently be directly in front of you. "babe please -- they're gonna spot us, you're not exactly the easiest to hide...!" he placed his hand on your hair, his fingers instinctively digging into the thick strands, lightly tugging trying to get your attention.
MALE BODIED READER, BOTTOM RICHARD MDNI
EAT THAT MANS DUMPY
he was wearing a pair of sky blue swim trunks, cut right to the mid thigh and it did him well. the fabric hugged his thighs and ass so perfectly, stretching over his curves like those trunks were made for him. he had been planning itching to go surfing, and planned this beach day on a whim taking you as his boyfriend, wally, and whatever friends and brothers happened to be free at the moment.
you were currently knelt into the sand, eye-level with that sweet ass and a million ideas swirling in your head. "relax, dick.." you slid your hands on his thighs, caressing upwards to ghost over the clothed fabric of his ass, "they'll be fine without you for twenty minutes.. or however long it takes for me to get your ass on my face." you looked up at him and threw him a wink, a light blush coating his cheeks as he registered your words. "plus you have a big ass surfboard, that should do like.. half the work if you're really that scared."
you two were currently perched away from everyone else in a tucked away corner with a few rocks. the thrill of eating your boyfriend out in the beach was really starting to get to you. you wanted to eat him, and you honestly felt like you would explode if you didn't get your hands on that ass. your hands were inching towards his waistband, fingers sliding in while your eyes looked between his body and his frantic, darting eyes.
dick took a deep breath, hand pushing his hair back before he dug the surfboard into the sand. he pushed his swim shorts down, feeling the salty air kiss his skin in a way that made a shiver go up his back. you let out a hum of appreciation, pressing a kiss to his thigh before grabbing his thighs and pushing them apart. you let out a groan, your rough hands squeezing his ass roughly. it was firm, but soft, the heat of his body and the sun only made you hungrier for him. you pushed him forward lightly, his hands instinctively bracing to the large rock before you really spread his ass enough to see that hole.
"for someone who is so worried about doing this, you sure came prepared.. guess it didn't slip your mind, huh dickie? waxed and prepped for me already." you blew onto his hole, watching the pink hole seize up. it was hairless and perfect. but to be fair, everything about him was about as perfect as can be.
you swiped your pointer finger over the sensitive muscle, rubbing a light circle before pushing in slightly, smearing the lube inside him around his walls and hole. you could feel him seize up slightly, the muscle strands of his thighs growing visible while you lightly stretched him open. you could feel his warm, tight walls massage your finger and the growing urge to do more then just eat him out grow in your gut.
"you doing okay there dickie?" you patted his thigh while you slowly stretched him open, feeling the warm muscle then slowly pushing in another finger. you could feel him suck in his breath, before finally letting out one of those intoxicating breathless moans under his breath like it was only meant for your ears alone when you bottomed out.
a hum of appreciation left your lips while you took in the scene. dicks ass in your face, greedily sucking in two of those fingers to the hilt while he laid there on a beach rock, small moans and whimpers leaving his lips like a sirens song. he was covering you guys both with his surf board, eyes frantically looking around but enjoying the thrill. a small bead of sweat ran down his forehead down to his bare chest, and if you weren't salivating over his ass you'd want to lick that bead of sweat right off him.
you leaned real close to his ass, lightly nipping at the firm cheeks with your lips feeling him yelp before pulling your fingers out, a thin slick string of lube connecting the two of you. you pulled his cheeks apart, before letting out a long, savouring lick from the bottom of his perineum to the top, tasting salt and lube from his hole. this time he really seized up while you grabbed onto him as leverage, diving deeper until your nose was firmly sandwiched into his ass.
dick let out a long savouring moan, lightly kicking up one of his legs to give you more access to his ass before seizing up, ass clenching around your face. he dug his fingers into your hair, trying to pull you off but you resisted, opting to pause your motions until you found out who it is.
"hey dick! why are you hiding off all the way there?!" you heard wally's voice, cheerful and happy unknowing that you were eating his best friend out. "and why is your boyfriend like that? the water is so nice, you should come and swim with me before it gets too cold!"
dick was about to respond, taking a deep breath before he felt your tongue spear into his ass, pushing spit into his hole while licking his rim and walls. he balanced himself on the rock, trying to ignore the feeling and steadying himself. "h-hey walls..!" he tried to stabilize his smile, a bead of sweat dripping again down his face. "my shorts ripped...! (name) is trying to fix it before we jump in the water." he huffed the answer out, really tugging on your hair until you were forced to pull away from him.
the light seemed so much brighter, but you frankly prefered the darkness of his ass. you leaned back into view from the surfboard, shot wally a wave, "sup' walls. you enjoying the weather?" you plugged dick's hole with your thumb, opting to keep it loose and warm so you could go back to eating his ass.
he waved back, loose and unsuspecting. "hey man! it's so nice here, and its the perfect day! wish you and dick could come help us dig donna into the sand! we can't do it until you guys are here!"
you laughed, glancing at a slightly more flustered dick. "we will come soon! his shorts snagged and i'm repairing it before we come join you guys! shouldn't be too much longer, right dick?" he simply nodded. feeling your thumb wriggle inside of him.
wally raised his eyebrows at dick. "ooooookay you guys.. whatever you say! when you come back can you grab me and roy a beer? maybe a cocktail for donna with a straw so she can drink it from the sand?" he turned his back, a lazy wave. "thanks guys! don't take too long!"
dick let out a sigh of relief, gripping your hair as he turned to you. "never do that again, we almost got caught." you simply raised your eyebrows. "dickie, you're hard as a rock. i can feel your pulse from my thumb and you've been leaking precum all over me. you clearly enjoy the thrill."
he gaped his mouth like a fish for a second, opening his mouth before you cut him off again. "plus its wally... whatever i'm eating he's already seen before." he hissed at you, and you took that as a sign to continue tasting him before he decided to bite your head off.
you pressed a kiss to his rim before devouring him, your mouth slobbering spit all over his rim and insides, while your tongue licked his walls. you were wrigling it inside him, actively trying to find his prostate while he forced your head deeper into his ass, one of his hands going to jerk himself off.
you can feel your blood rushing to your cock, tenting out your own swim trunks before you grabbed his thighs trying to gain deeper access. you could hear the muffled squelches from your mouth, and the drool running down your mouth.
then you felt a smooth, subtle bump by the tip of your tongue, and the subtle flick of that was enough to have dick clench up around your face, and a hand go to his mouth to prevent any incriminating noises from leaving his lips.
your tongue prodded, poked and swirled the bundle of nerves inside of him, and it was getting increasingly harder to keep steady when he would jerk and shift trying to hide his moans. he was shifting around so much to the point where both your hands firmly grasped the muscles of his thighs, grounding them into the sand so that he couldn't squirm his way into the ocean.
"a-almost there.. hah.." he panted out, head lolling and leaning against the warm beach rocks. he was closing his eyes, probably doing that subtle lip bite that only made you want to slide your cock into him and mess up his guts.
you pulled out of his ass, nipping lightly at his ass cheeks, "jerk off f'me dickie," you paused, winking at those sky blue eyes that met yours, "hot as fuck seeing you get off with my tongue." thats all you said before you licked the perkiest part of his ass, tasting salt from the ocean then diving back in. you diverted one of your hands from his thighs to tug on his arm, guiding his own hand to his leaking cock. dick stroked himself slowly like he was savouring the moment, huffs and small moans leaving his lips before he could stop them.
you continued on, before he started to tense up. you could feel the muscles in his thighs lightly quiver, and his insides clench around your tongue. dick was feverishly chasing his own release, pumping his cock while you ate his ass out. precum made his cock shiny and slick, and every time he pumped his cock it dribbled out onto you.
you hummed into his hole, and thats when he started pumping faster, and tensing harder. his hand turned white from how hard he was gripping the rock, and you could feel how his body transformed into high strung muscle. he let out a small whimper, throwing his head back before spilling his cum onto your thighs and the sand. his hole was loosened up and glistening, the sensitive flesh opening and closing around nothing. it was squishy and pliable, and one of your hands left his thigh to drift towards your own needy body, giving your cock a rough stroke. he took a few moments to enjoy the afterglow, the sound of the waves hitting the sand, the warmth of the sun.. the most intense orgasm he's had in a while with his boyfriend..
you stood up, knees sore and were about to slip your cock out, until you saw a familiar flop of red hair running normally towards you. a lightly annoyed grumble left your lips and dick just laughed, and grabbed your bicep as a silent promise of what would happen when you two were alone.
he just slapped your arm, telling you to jump into the water if you needed help getting rid of "that" with a pointed finger to your obvious bulge. dick pecked you on the lips, the taste of him lingering on your mouth before he rushed off to meet wally, not before he turned to wink at you.
wally definitely noticed how discheveled you both were, or how dick was a bit slower then usual, but when you pulled up with a bunch of ridiculously expensive fruit skewers from the beach stand and a few drinks as a silent apology for being away, he simply shut his mouth.
proud to say i own that swimsuit cover, and that this is my first work in like six months LOL. since the last time i made a fic i went to south korea for a semester and am very much missing it.
The most loyal boy ever!! Surprisingly territorial too. Always around you to make sure he's the only bitch you have, he absolutely cannot handle the thought of having to share you, or to share himself with anyone else.
Everyday he waits for you to come back from work by the door, very patiently like the good boy he is. He would'nt even let you make very far before he tackles you because he just can't help but take in all of your scent after a long day.
Please don't be too mean to him, he can't handle it! You keep pulling out of his hole to tease him and he just can't handle it, wriggling his ass on your tip trying to entice you into making him completely yours.
Sooo eager to please you, if you were to ask him to drop to his knees and suck you off in the middle of the street he'd do it. Willing to participate in almost any kink you have. Breeding? He's holding his legs up in a mating press position. Exhibitionism? Sure, he doesn't care that the alleyway you're sneaking in is dirty.
Insanely touch and praise starved, any kind words you throw his way, even more so if they're accompanied by head pats, will have his knees folding and his pants getting tighter.
Overall, he's just the goodest boy ever. Just make sure you tell him that :)
Bokuto, Oikawa, Hinata, Gojo, Joseph Joestar, Narancia, Zenitsu, Tanjiro, Malleus, Azul, Simeon, Asmodeus, your faves♡
im actually just larping jjk bc gojo is super hot, i have no intention of ever watching it lol
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Warning. 18+. Mature content. Top Male Reader. Bottom Character. Bottom Peter Parker. Sexual toys (fleshlight) in use and mentioned. Slight exhibitionism.
Bottom! Peter Parker x Top! Male Reader
Peter was having a hard time trying to keep his face straight, fighting the urge to burst out laughing as he kept walking in the aisle of the nearest sex shop he could find from his apartment. There was a variety of options, vibrators, dildos of different sizes, most of them horrifyingly big, and do not forget the amount of buttplugs and analbeads that could be found at the very deep. Was it for him? No, not at all. It was for you. Were you conscious about that? Not at all, again. April’s fool was coming, it was in fact tomorrow, and Peter wanted to make a prank on you just for fun and giggles. He just wanted to get a reaction from you, nothing much, knowing how easily flustered you get. At first he thought about a dildo, but you weren’t the type to bottom, so you’d probably think it’s for him or something, which was not the point. His eyes then spotted among the many shelves of exotic options a section of fleshlights, his smile widened and went closer to take a better look at the many options. This was it, he thought, this would be the perfect prank for you. He took one that had at one of both ends the shape of a puffy asshole, quite realistic with the ring of muscles, perfect to catch the best reaction out of you. Satisfied with his decision, he took it to the cashier and paid for it. Peter left the sex shop with a paper bag containing the purchased toy, not wanting to bring unwanted attention to him.
The prank wasn’t completed yet, there was another step, another stop, he had to do.
After some good walking, the young Parker found his way to the 177A Bleeker Street, standing now face to face with the Sanctum Sanctorum, the residence of Dr Strange.
Peter wasn’t sure if the doctor would accept the request he was about to make, but there was only one way to figure it out. He took in a deep breath and knocked at the door, waiting patiently to be answered. Steps were heard approaching the other side of the door, and then the locks started to come off, before the door opened revealing Wong on the other side.
Wong stares at Peter, confused at first, and then nods at him. “What do you want?”
Peter smiles nervously, holding tighter the bag with the little and special surprise. “Is Strange here?”
“Why do you ask? I sense something from you, and I’m not sure if I like it…” Wong said, hesitant on if he should just close the door, or let him come in.
“I came to ask for a small favor to Strange.” Peter shows him the closed bag, hoping Wong would let him come inside to talk to the wizard.
Wong shook his head. “He’s busy right now, come back another day.” He was about to close the door, but Peter insisted, moving his foot in the gap against the door.
“Pl-please! I promise it’ll just take one second!” Wong was about to tell him to move his foot away, but another voice joined the conversation, and the door fully opened to reveal the person Peter was looking for.
“What’s going on? Why so much noise?” Strange levitated downstairs, holding a cup of tea with one hand while with the other he held a grimoire.
Peter smiled, relieved to find the wizard in time. “The arachnid boy wants to ask you for a favor, I told him to come back another day due to our duties for today,” explained Wong, stepping aside from the entrance, letting Peter come inside now that there was no point on keeping him outside.
Stephen raised an eyebrow at Peter, curious. It wasn’t everyday the young Parker came asking him for favors. “And, what’s that favor?”
The spider hero approached him; bag still tightly held in his hand. “Oh it’s nothing complicated, I promise, just a binding work, that’s all.”
The doctor’s curiosity just increased with the lack of detail. “Binding of what, exactly?”
“Of an object to a person.”
Silence took over the room for a moment, both Stephen and Wong looking at each other, unsure of whether this was a good idea or not. “Alright,” said Stephen, “what is it that you want me to bind. Show me the object and I’ll decide if I’ll do it or not.”
Peter’s cheeks turned pink, his eyes widened, embarrassed. “Ah, haha, yeah, so, about that, well, uhm… I’d prefer if we did that somewhere more… private?” He gestures with his head at Wong discreetly, and Stephen sighs before nodding at Wong.
Both the wizard and Peter went upstairs and entered a silent room, the doors closed and Stephen turned to stare at Parker. “So, the object, what is it?” By the tone on Strange’s voice, it was obvious he just wanted to get done with this fast, as he had more important matters to attend to.
Peter nodded and opened the bag before taking the fleshlight out of the bag to show it to the wizard.
Stephen is speechless, staring at the object, and then back at Peter, concerned for the kid’s mental health. “That’s not happening.”
The nervous smile of Peter quickly fades. “Wait, wait, wait, let me explain it!”
“I already knew this was going to be a bad idea, please leave this place and leave me out of your intimate life.” Stephen was about to leave the room, but Peter quickly moved on the way of the wizard.
“It’s for April’s fool! It’s a joke for someone!” he tries to explain.
“That’s another reason why this is a bad idea, now let me go before I move you.” The doctor’s patience was starting to wear thin with the young hero’s insistence.
“It’s for my boyfriend, I promise, truly promise, that’s an inoffensive joke! Look, bind it to me!” Stephen groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, tired from listening to details that should be kept private.
Stephen sighs. “I’ll do it, but I won’t be responsible for any consequences because I warned you. Understood?” Peter nods, his smile returning on his lips. The doctor just rolls his eyes and conjures a small binding, non permanent, between the sexual toy and Peter. He didn’t want to know how Peter was going to put that binding to use, already by seeing the object, he believed it was enough unwanted information. “Done. Now please, leave.” The door of the room opened with a swift movement of the wizard’s hand.
Peter stared at the object, amazed, and quickly put it back inside the bag. “Thanks Doctor Strange! Have a nice day!” he shouts as he leaves the room and then the mansion running. Everything was ready and Peter could now proceed with the following step of his April’s fool plan. Excitement invaded Peter’s mind, he couldn’t wait for the moment to come.
Hours passed, Peter was now at school, the little enhanced gift hiding at the bottom of his backpack. Lunch break came and him and his best friend, Ned, were eating at the corner of the cafeteria, sharing little fun facts about the latest boardgame and also the recent activity they just did in science class.
Ned sighed, ready to change the subject. “Hey Parker, have you thought on what you’re going to do for April’s fool?” The question hung in the air for a moment, Peter’s cheeks turned bright pink as he remembered the surprise he has for you right in his backpack. “I’m thinking on pranking MJ,” resumed Ned as he supported the bottom of his chin with the palm of his hand. “You know, because she’s so serious all the time, laughing a bit won’t hurt her. But… sigh… I’m doomed to fail. Either she doesn’t laugh, or she punches me right on my face. You know how she is.” Peter hummed and nodded in understanding. MJ was definitely a special girl, always ready to throw hands when needed, and she’s also very distant. No wonder Ned wants to prank her, she’s almost like the perfect target for April’s fool, but Ned might pay the price for it.
“True, what were you thinking on doing?”
“Hmm, nothing too crazy, just spook her with the old prank of my guts falling out of my stomach, or a pen in my eye.” Peter raised an eyebrow at Ned, that prank was surely doomed to fail. Ned’s eyes brightened and leaned closer towards Peter. “What about you? I bet you’re thinking on pranking your boyfriend Y/n, right?”
Peter blushed again. “Y-yeah,” he answers with a shy grin.
Ned giggles, so curious and excited. “So? What are you going to do tomorrow?”
The young hero thought whether telling his best friend or not, but Ned knows so much about Peter already, he finds it hard to believe his best friend would ever judge him. He leans closer to Ned and whispers, “I bought a flesh light to prank Y/n with it.” Ned frowned, confused at first, then his eyes widened as the words processed in his minds. He gasped, ready to shout, but Peter was quicker and covered his friend’s mouth with his hand. “Shhh!”
Ned calms down, and Peter slowly removes his hand. “A flesh light?” Ned whispers. “Didn’t you tell me your boyfriend doesn’t use that kind of stuff? He’s not a big fan of sex toys, right?” Peter nods, a little embarrassed now. “So, why a sex toy for April’s fool?”
“I don’t really care if he uses it or not, I’m just interested on his reaction, you understand? He’s so cute when flustered.”
His best friend nods, now understanding where Peter is coming from. “Yeah, Y/n gets easily frustrated and flustered, mhmm… that’s a good prank… that’s a good prank.”
Peter nods. “See? I told you.”
The next day came, and classes had come to an end. Ned and Peter went to Peter’s apartment, where you’d be already waiting for him.
Tonight it was Star Wars marathon, it was a plan that was waiting in the chat group for months already. And tonight was also the perfect occasion for Peter’s prank to be put to work.
There, popcorn, sodas and candies were set in place on the coffee table in the living room. Blankets and pillows were also ready, and a bunch of comics and figurines of Star Wars accompanied the decoration of the living room.
“Alright, everything’s set, are you guys ready?” you asked, sitting down by your boyfriend’s side before wrapping an arm around his shoulder, bringing his head on yours.
“Yes! Bring it on! May the force guide us through all the movies and series…” said Ned, shifting his voice to a darker tone, trying to sound like Darth Vader as he moved his hand to cover his mouth, muffling his voice.
Peter chuckled and nodded at you, so you put the first movie.
At the beginning everything went lovely, you occasionally kissed the top of Peter’s head, rubbed his shoulder with your hand, nuzzled your head with his. You felt very cuddly with him. Peter liked the sweet attention, kissing your cheek from time to time, moving his hand to your thigh, or giving you popcorn. Poor Ned, he was truly the ultimate third wheel.
The latter stood up from the couch and stretched. “Gotta go take a piss, be right back!” he announces before living with his Darth Vader cape. Before turning on the corner to the hallway, he gives a quick wink at Peter, the spider hero smiles knowingly at him. It was time.
Peter grabs the remote for the TV and pauses the movie; he then grabs the popcorn bag from your lap and leaves it with the remote on the coffee table. You frown confused at your boyfriend’s action, your attention goes on him, and you find him staring at you with guilty puppy eyes, as if he had done something wrong.
“Babe?” you call. “Is there something wrong? Why did you pause the movie at my favorite part?” Peter didn’t answer right away, his eyes went down, and a little pout formed on his lips. You were starting to get concerned. Did something bad happen to him? “Babe… are you okay?”
Peter grabs your hands and looks at you, again with those guilty puppy eyes. “Y/n… I have to tell you something very important…” Oh fuck. You never thought you could ever be so scared of words. In an instant you sat straight, getting closer to Peter, so concerned of what he might possibly say.
“What is it, love? You’re worrying me. If something bad happened, we can fix it, together.”
Your boyfriend shifted his attention elsewhere, sighing, breathing heavily. “I… you… I, uh…” Was it a breakup? Did Peter want to break up with you? But why? What did you do wrong?
Your boyfriend takes a deep breath in, closing his eyes, then lets it out slowly and opens his eyes again, giving you puppy eyes. You’re still confused, but now, you can feel there’s something fishy about his attitude. Peter releases your hands and gets off the couch to walk behind it and come back to sit by your side, this time with a wrapped box between his hands. “This is for you, babe, it took me so long to find a good gift for the person I most love… Wanted to make sure it was something that you’d love and enjoy, and I’m so happy and honored to be the one to give this to you.” He holds the gift to you with a warm smile. You’re speechless, eyes wide and locked on the gift.
“You… you bought me a gift?” You felt so touched. It was more than evident that you really found a great partner. And yet, why did you have the feeling that something was up? You grab the box and bring it to your lap hesitantly. Your attention keeps moving between the box and the puppy eyes of your boyfriend. Yeah, there’s something wrong, absolutely.
You slowly start unwrapping the gift, and Peter notices you’re suspecting the whole situation. He had to distract you. “And, uhm, I noticed that you’re trying on a new shirt, it looks so good on you. Makes you even more handsome, good looking, I’d definitely kiss you on it.” His random chatting distracted you successfully. Your eyes were locked with his, with the way he was staring at you, so adorable with a hint of mischief. That’s a hot look on him.
It took you a minute to realize how distracted you were. The gift was already unwrapped and just needed to be opened. “Alright, let’s see what you got for me…” You open the box and your eyes widen while your cheeks flush bright red from embarrassment.
“W-what? What’s this? Why- why are you giving me this…? Huh?”
Peter just burst out laughing, glad and proud his prank worked just fine. You’re still speechless, looking at your boyfriend and the sexual toy inside the box.
“Oh, wow…” A voice joins. Ned is back from the bathroom, and he’s now staring at you with mocking surprise. “I didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff, Y/n.”
“N-no! This isn’t-! It- It was Peter! He gave this to me! I- I had nothing to do-! Agh!” you start to panic. Now both students can’t stop laughing at your reaction, high fiving each other as they don’t stop saying how you fell for the prank so easily.
Neither of them was listening to you, too lost in the laughter, pointing fingers at you. It was bothering you, making you feel uncomfortable.
You stood up abruptly from the couch, gaining the attention from your boyfriend and his best friend back on you. Cheeks still red from embarrassment, yet eyebrows frowned noticeably from anger, you shouted, “I hate the two of you!” And without adding anything else, you stormed out of Peter’s apartment.
“W-wait babe, we were just joking…” said Peter still laughing a bit, but you didn’t stop for him, slamming the door loudly at them. Silence took over the room for several minutes. “Damn…”
Ned and Peter exchanged looks, before both of them shrugged and went back to watching movies.
Minutes later, Ned noticed something. “Oh… your boyfriend left with the box in hands.” Another round of laughter came.
The next day came, Ned and Peter woke up from their deep sleep on the couch with Aunt May’s voice talking to the phone. Peter couldn’t quite hear what she was saying or with who she was talking, and he didn’t have the chance to know when May hung up the phone and sighed as she turned to look at the two students.
“What’s wrong?” mutters Peter, still slightly sleepy, stretching his limbs and sitting back on the couch.
“It’s Y/n’s parents, he caught a cold, it seems he left the apartment without a jacket right when it was starting to rain outside,” she explained. “Poor him, he won’t be able to go to school today.”
What? You were sick?
“Ooouuhh…” said Ned as he looked at Peter with a mocking grin. “Damn bro, you got your own boyfriend sick. Ouch, that hits hard.”
The words were slowly processed in Peter’s mind before he could react. “Wh-what?! No! I didn’t mean to! It-it was a joke, how was I supposed to know it was going to rain?!” Despite him trying to defend himself, he deeply knew that it was partly his fault that you were sick. He shouldn’t have laughed at you, he should have apologized and gone to stop you from leaving so late at night while it was raining. Fuck… maybe he was a bad boyfriend. “He-hey! You also laughed at him! You’re as guilty as I!”
“What? No!”
“Yes! You even helped set everything up!”
“Only because I’m a good friend!”
“I never asked you to help me!”
“Boys,” interrupts May with a tired expression. “You have school, now go get ready.”
The bus ride was buzzy, Ned was focused on his game while Peter kept staring at the screen of his phone where your name and phone number appeared.
He let out a soft sigh before pressing the call button and bringing the phone to his ear.
“Hello?” a raspy voice could be heard from the other side of the line. Indeed, it was clear you were very sick.
“Hey babe…I- I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I’m sorry you’re sick right now, I shouldn’t have laughed at you. Please babe, sorry.”
You cough for a moment before clearing your voice. “No need to apologize, it was stupid of me to run like that… plus, there was now way you could have known It was going to rain.”
The corner of Peter’s lips curl into a soft smile at his boyfriend’s words, you were always so kind and forgiving. “I love you, and I miss you.”
“I miss you and love you too, love…” Peter’s smile widens at your word, feeling blushy and more relieved that everything was good between you two.
“Wish I could be by your side, taking care of you, nuzzling and cuddling by your side.”
He could hear you letting out a raspy, soft laugh. “You’d get sick as well, love. I don’t want you to be sick.”
“It would be worth it; there’s nothing I want more than to be by your side.” Your words were too corny; Ned would agree on that. Thankfully for him, the school was now close, and the bus started to slow down as it reached the station. Peter grabbed his stuff as he got ready to exit the bus. “Alright love, I’m now at school, I’ll take and pass all the notes to you and will also grab your notebooks and homework. Oh! And I’ll also help you do the homework, okay?”
Peter could guess you were smiling on the other side of the line. “Yes love, okay, thank you. Love you.”
“Love you too, bye.” Peter ended the call, that cheesy smile still adorning his lips as he got out of the bus. Ned waited for him with a mocking disgust face. “What?”
“You two make me sick.”
Later that day, you found yourself still buried in the sheets of your warm bed, relaxing, trying to regain some energy to fight that cold you just caught. Shivers ran down your body less frequently thanks to your parents’ care, to which you’re extremely grateful for.
No one else was in the apartment except of you. After some insistence from you, telling your parents that you would be alright alone, your parents left to work, which meant you won’t see them until six pm, or later. There was nothing to do in your bedroom, you were boring yourself to death.
Your eyes found that one box under your desk, the one containing that little prank from your boyfriend. You could still hear his guilty voice from the last call, he was such an adorable dork.
Back to the box, you got out of your bed and took it in your hands before going back under the bed covers. You opened it, revealing the sexual toy that made you panic yesterday, and took it in your hand. You still felt a little ashamed from that flesh light, but you were also very curious. Oh well, no one else is watching you, so why not try it?
You move your hands with the toy under the covers and clumsily lower down your pyjama pants to release your soft cock.
You had no lubrication, but it couldn’t be that important, right?
With a deep breath in, you slowly push the tip of your cock head in. The gummy walls are tight, and a groan leaves your lips from how sensitive you are.
“Fuck…”
The head pops in, and you need to take a break of five seconds to get used to the tightness. Maybe the lubricant was necessary. Another deep breath goes inside your lungs, and you keep pushing. “Oh…” And pushing. “Oh fuck…” Until all of your cock is inside that nice flesh light. “Hmmff…”
A mental note was added; you needed to thank your boyfriend for this gift. What a blessing.
The math class was slightly boring today, Peter tried to pay attention to what the teacher said, but the teacher spoke so slowly and in a torturing monotone voice, that Peter was almost convinced his life was going in slow motion. Ned sat by his side, cheek resting on his hand as he tried so hard not to fall asleep. Peter’s eyes went back to the clock hanging above the door, and to his own bad luck, that clock was broken. Another sigh of pure defeat left him as he held his head between his hands.
A soft tingle suddenly made its presence known between his ass cheeks. The student just moved a little on his chair to be more comfortable, not paying much attention to the weird feeling against his skin. However, that strange feeling never left, it just got worse. Now it felt as if a whole thumb was pressing right against his puckered asshole. Peter grunted under his breath, clenching around nothing. What was going on? Was there something inside his pants? He contemplated the idea of going to the bathroom, but the teacher hardly ever let anyone exit the class during the lesson.
He lifts his hips slightly, trying to maybe pull away from that strange thing, but it doesn’t disappear.
Peter starts to get a little anxious, confused at what’s happening. Ned has woken up and is staring at Peter, confused.
“Hey man, are you okay?” he whispers.
“There’s something- tsk, in my pants… I can’t- ah!” Peter’s sentence is interrupted abruptly with a yelp that almost caught everyone’s attention for a second. Peter covered his mouth with his hand and slowly sat back on his seat.
Something just went inside his ass, he could feel it, something solid, big and slightly round shaped was just inside his hole. He tried not to do any loud and weird sound.
Everything quickly cleared in his mind; the flesh light, you were using the flesh light that he gave you as a prank yesterday. Oh god.
You’re supposed to be sick, Y/n, what the fuck?
Deep breaths. Peter tried to take deep breaths in, not wanting to bring more undesired attention on him. The words of the teacher and Ned were hardly heard by him as he couldn’t help but focus on that cock head ramming its way inside his tight hole. And no lubrication, it hurts so much, fuck.
Peter bound that flesh light to him with hopes of Y/n using it and make things more fun, sure, but he did not expect for you to use when he was in class. He wanted you to use it on him while you two were together, alone, in the safety of your room or his room at least.
“Mr Parker, is everything okay?” asked the teacher, a bit annoyed. Peter didn’t notice everyone’s eyes were on him.
He swallowed thickly and sat straight. “I, uh, yeah, just a little thirsty, I’m sorry, please continue.” He sits back correctly, his cheeks pink from embarrassment. That invisible presence inside his hole disappears for a moment, giving him the chance to relax for a second, before returning, this time deeper than before. Peter bites his knuckles, stifling an embarrassing sound as he clenches around nothing. You’re pushing deeper, fuck, fuck! He feels you pull back for a moment, before going in even deeper. “Ngh-!” Quickly, he covers his mouth with his hand. This was just getting worse with every minute that passed.
“You sure you’re okay, Peter?” asked Ned, concerned for his best friend that was blushing so red, and even drops of sweat were forming on the top of his forehead. “You don’t look so good.”
Peter was panting lowly, his hands moved to hold the edge of the desk with so much strength, he feared he might break it. “The… hmmf… the flesh light, of yesterday…” he whispered, not daring to look at Ned in the eyes, not wanting to look even more ridiculous than what he probably looks like now.
Ned just frowned, not understanding why Peter was bringing that sexual toy up. It was a prank for your boyfriend and that’s all, was Peter regretting the choice? “What about it? Y/n has it, right?’
Peter nodded quickly. “Y-yeah…”
“So? What’s the problem?”
“It’s bound to me… oh- fuck… I can feel it…”
Ned didn’t say anything for a moment as he slowly connected the dots together. His eyes widened, Ned looked everywhere in shock before going back to Peter. “What?!” he hissed. “You- he- right now?! Like, right right now?”
“Ned and Peter, what’s so important that you’re interrupting me while I’m talking?” asked the teacher, now clearly annoyed.
“Uhm,” started Ned, sitting straight on his chair. “We just heard that we will have more science homework, yikes.”
The teacher sighed. “How unfortunate.” The class resumed with its lesson.
Peter groaned lowly, he could still feel your dick pushing inside him. His hole was now stretched, and you were sliding in with no issues. “Oh fuck… oh…” His thighs were pressed together as his cock slowly grew hard inside his jeans.
“Why did you bind it on you? That’s crazy!” hissed Ned, alarmed and perhaps even uncomfortable as he saw his friend getting fucked by an invisible dick in the middle of the class.
“F-fuck off…” Your cock hit close to that sweet spot and Peter almost saw stars. He quickly bit his arm, muffling a moan as his eyes rolled back. “It’s too much…”
Your thrusts turn quicker, hitting deeper inside and faster. Peter’s eyes widen in shock and panic.
“Ah- ah… haa…” His mouth hangs wide open, yet no other moan comes out as he’s doing his best to not bring more attention on him. His forehead rests on the surface of the cold desk, you’re driving him insane, and you don’t even know it yet. “Nghh… ah, ah… ahn…” His moans are becoming high pitched every time you rub that sweet spot with your thick shaft.
Peter couldn’t keep his eyes open, his back arched as the thrusts became harder. Everything around him went silent as he just got drowned in the dangerous pleasure.
“Hmmf… aah…unnh… fuck…” He clenched hard. One brutal thrust forced him to grind his teeth to prevent a loud moan to come out. His body won’t stop twitching, he’s so close to losing it. His brain is melting as he gets closer and closer. Your cock… it feels so good. Fuck, he has never been so hard before. “Hmmghh-“
“Peter,” Ned calls.
But Peter just raises his hand at him, shaking his head. “D-don’t! Don’t ask me what’s wrong, I- haa… Please…” Ned shuts his mouth close, staring around him to make sure no other student was seeing this.
Peter is too busy trying not to lose it in the middle of the class, but he’s so tempted to surrender to the incredible feeling and just moan out loud. Shout how good you’re fucking him, how good your cock feels buried inside his ass.
His own cock won’t stop leaking inside his pants, the prominent bulge feeling so painful inside the tight confines and a dark stain could be seen at the front of his trousers. “Need to cum…” he mumbles to himself. Your cock is now hitting his prostate nonstop, it feels great, how your cock head hits it, how your large and fat shaft stretches him. He can almost feel the warmth of it, the pulsing veins. So good.
You go even faster, and a whine comes out from him. “Ahn! Ah, ah, ah… Y/n…” More… more…!
Give me more! Fuck me up!
The class ended and the school’s bell rang loudly. And at that very second, something hot and warm and stick started to fill Peter’s slick, warm walls; cum. Just as the bell rang, Peter rolled his eyes and let out the loudest moan he could give. Mentally thanking the bell was loud enough to muffle such embarrassing sound. “Aaahnn!” Large and thick loads of cum kept spurting inside his ass while his own cock spurted cum right in his pants.
Peter collapsed on the desk, too full, too stuffed with your spunk. He felt so done, and pathetic. Ned stared at him, horrified, but Peter couldn’t care less.
Students left the classroom in just a few minutes, leaving Ned and Peter alone. Peter’s panting was the only thing to be heard among the walls. His first time was done through a portal bound to a sexual toy in school, with you… how unique.
“So full…” he mumbled, tired.
Y/n, you’re such a monster.
Your cum was dripping slowly out of his agape hole, ruining his underwear. But it wasn’t really important now, everything from his waist down to his crotch was covered with your and his cum.
Ned cleared his throat. “So… ready to go home?”
Peter didn’t answer right away, catching his breath slowly. He sighed. “Can’t move…”
“What?”
“Can’t move… can’t get up… hmm…”
“Jesus Christ, Peter…” Ned shook his head in awe and disappointment. He just started to pack the things from the desk before helping Peter stand up from his seat. Peter’s legs felt wobbly, but with a few steps he regained his balance. “Are you okay?”
Peter nodded. “Just… just go without me, I’ll see you outside in a minute.”
“There’s no way, you can’t even stand straight.”
“Please.”
“You need me, don’t be so stubborn.”
“Please.”
At his words, Ned decided to be silent.
Peter just stared at him with begging, tired eyes. “I’ll be alright, please, wait for me outside.”
His best friend was hesitant at first, not sure if leaving Peter would be a good idea, but he understood Peter might want to be alone for a minute. So he left.
The spider hero sighed in relief, regaining his composure slowly. What a good fuck.
Peter was left with doubts now, not knowing what was worse about this situation; the fact that he hoped you’d go even deeper, or that he wanted to have another fuck with you so badly, but without the sexual toy. He just wanted to feel your cock in all of its glory inside his hungry hole.
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Thinking about…forcing Aerion to taste his own cum due to his brattiness and horrible attitude that he had earlier. Before pulling off of his cock you kept a small pool of his cum in your mouth, then as you went to kiss him you took your chance.
The moment the two of you pressed your tongues together in an open mouthed kiss, he recoiled. Immediately moving to pull away, yet you grabbed his jaw and kept him close—forcing him back into the kiss. Aerion grimaced and his hands went flying up but they made no move to pull you off of him. Instead, they settled on the sides of your neck. Even though he was 100% into it, you were sure you were gonna get yelled at later if you even dared to bring it up. You would definitely be doing this again.
Thinking about…cumming on Aerion’s face after pulling him off your cock in time. He was pissed and it was clear as he looked up at you. But he looked so pretty! Your cum on his eyelashes (thank god it didn’t get in his eyes), all over his cheek, his lips, nose, and even his hair. But your plan wasn’t over yet, no way. After laughing in his face and shoving him back down on the floor from his attempt to leave and clean up, you told him to wipe it off and eat it. If you dared to mention his raging boner you’re sure you would’ve been barked at. But he did it and he did it while complaining and spewing out insults. The things he does for you!
You even helped him out a little, dragging your thumb across his cheek to collect some of your cum, then forcing his mouth open by pressing on his jaw. You calmly slid your thumb down his tongue and moved back to watch as he swallowed. If it were possible, his eyes would be piercing a fucking hole into you. But luckily it was not, and Aerion seemed to like where he was despite his scowl.
summary. vigilantism comes in many flavours. jungkook, you, and your parasite come together like a neapolitan sundae.
wc. 17k
tags. smut | mcu spider-man!jk, venom!reader, loootta plot. top reader, bottom jk, established relationship, college au, bloody violence at one point, basketballer!reader, sex toys, mention of handcuffs (on reader), oral, rimming (jk receiving), multiple orgasms, manhandling, venom takes over sometime so it's basically a threesome, size difference, rough sex, lots of come
note: here, the venom/reader biology is less of a suit and more like they morph between shapes at a molecular level to whatever extent they want (bit of body horror)
"wow, he's so handsome..."
"yeah, did you see his results last semester? i can see why he managed to get that internship so young. crazy."
"internship? i heard he was given a job there. like, actually – not as a coffee-and-clipboard boy. proper stuff."
dappled under the shade of a large oak tree, jungkook fixes the earbuds in his ears, scrawling down a few lines for his chemistry homework. he pauses to close his eyes, head bobbing as he jams quietly along to his music. he pushes his soft bangs back from his eyes, a breeze running its fingers gently through his loose locks.
"god, gorgeous and a genius... d'you think my mom would like him?"
"girl, go tell him your name before you start planning the wedding! he's not with anybody. it's the perfect time!"
a slender girl in a pleated tartan skirt and a cropped black vest top sidles up to the end of the bench. she tucks her hair behind her ear and smiles shyly, tilting down slightly in an effort to maintain discretion. "hi... can i talk to you for a moment?"
jungkook shuts his folder and rises to his feet, dusting off his blue jeans. he tosses his backpack over his shoulder and hurries down the small grassy mound, checking his cracked phone screen for the time. he slips past a girl in a tartan skirt and places his hand on your shoulder.
"hey, yn," he greets. "we still on for tonight's study sesh?"
you beam, brightening at the sight of him. you prop the basketball on your hip under your arm. "hey! yeah, of course. oh, i was thinking of bringing some sausage rolls to do in your oven, a chicken salad for 'dessert' – it's more chicken than salad, though, i gotta admit. you mind?"
"no, 'course not – as long as you share. speaking of, i'm starving." casually, he leans up and drops a kiss on your cheek, cupping your jaw. he begins to move off, walking backwards to give you a pointed look. "remember: my place, five-thirty! be there or be square!"
you roll your eyes, smiling fondly. "yeah, yeah – i love you!"
he turns around, forming a heart with his hands and pursing his lips. he nearly bumps into someone, apologising profusely with animated hands. you scoff and roll your eyes, shifting the basketball in your grip and turning back to the girl.
"sorry about that. what did you want to talk about?"
her face is beet red. "o-oh – um, i-it's okay. nothing. sorry to bother you."
you frown, inspecting her with concern. "are you sure? it's not a bother."
behind you, your teammates holler at you to get back in the game. you toss the ball at one and give them the finger. they 'ooh' back at you, laughing amongst themselves as they dribble the ball between them and take lazy shots at the hoop.
"they're animals. don't worry about them." you smile encouragingly at her.
she shakes her head, long hair swaying around her cheekbones. "n-no, it's okay! um – have a good day!"
before you can get another word in, she scampers off to her gaggle of friends, clutching her bag to her side as they engulf her and begin moving off to the library.
you scratch your head but shrug, turning back to the court. you jog towards the others, and they offer every greeting from 'good trip to venus?' to 'get off the fucking court'. you just huff, punching their shoulders, and catch the ball with a soft thump.
"sorry, sorry. i'll send them your way next time."
after your decidedly unrelaxed game, chasing jungkook into the campus centre's cafeteria is the next priority. you find him alone at a round white table, staring at his phone, held landscape.
you pull out a seat from a neighbouring table and flip it around, straddling it backwards as he takes out one earbud and smiles up at you. you nudge his arm and grin, tilting your head at his phone. "finally tracked down your scent. what're you watching, sweetcheeks?"
"local news." he squeaks his chair closer to yours and unplugs his earbuds from the jack, letting them dangle from the neck of his science pun shirt under a zip-up hoodie. "you know the new guy around these parts? a couple of criminals are saying his name is venom."
"venom? is he?"
"is he what?"
"venomous," you clarify. "he's certainly got the teeth for it."
jungkook snorts, grabbing his bottle of iced tea and balancing his phone against it. "i don't think so. he just scares the crap out of people. heard he used to make snacks out of people, though. metal."
"shame. venom powers would be neat," you reply, crossing your arms over the back of the chair and propping your chin on them. "what's the news talking about?"
"mostly, it's just gossip." he shrugs. "'is venom the new spider-man?' 'are spider-man and venom working together?' they say it's 'cause they share some similarities – methods of movement, areas of control. thoughts?"
you inhale deeply. "well, i can't say much, but i will admit that venom does look pretty damn sick." you point at the video clip the news story plays of a huge black figure loping along the sides of buildings. he grabs a cop cruiser in one clawed fist and hurls it at a supervillain, who currently rots away in the raft. "ooh, shit!"
jungkook scoffs, shoving your shoulder. he grins. "so you only like him because he looks cool? not because of his ideals or worldview or anything? i understand, i like 'em big, but you're being a little reductive."
"i'm just a pretty face. i am completely unable to consider anything deeper than the cool factor." you rake his lean body with your gaze and smirk. "have i told you how good you look today?"
"baby, you can't abuse your boyfriend privileges to get out of this debate," jungkook murmurs, leaning in against your lips with a smile. "what do you think of spider-man?"
"eh. six outta ten."
"six?" jungkook sputters, jerking away. "what? you – but he's totally more than a six! eight, at least! do you realise how much math he has to do on the fly while he's swinging around? and i think he looks pretty cool, y'know. the fact that his ears don't stick out of the mask is pretty high-tech, if you ask me."
"easily recognisable, unique silhouette, cool colours." you list them off on your fingers. "both spider-man and venom fit these categories. venom, however, has the intimidation stat maxed out."
"spider-man is totally intimidating," jungkook protests. "i don't like spiders. what if he has secret spider-controlling powers and can corral them into doing his bidding? that's terrifying."
"sure, if you have a thing against spiders. i will say, though: i like that he deals with petty crime. the avengers aren't gonna bother themselves with purse-snatchers and bike theft."
jungkook hums. "finally – something we can agree on. aliens aren't falling from the sky every day."
you share a smile and jungkook shuts off his phone, leaning closer and placing his arms across your part of the table. your noses touch, and he giggles softly as you capture his lips in a tease of a kiss. he tastes like the white icing of his bakery snack.
"wanna go back to yours early?" you murmur, nosing at his neck. his cologne is faint, light and fresh. he's always been sensitive to smell. "we can go out for dinner instead. or take out – i'm easy."
"yeah, i know you're easy," he teases, nibbling on your lower lip. "one kiss and you're already begging to come home with me."
you gasp, offended. "how dare you! just because i am captain of the basketball team and extremely sexy does not mean i am an expert in mattress brands. apologise."
"mm... no."
"apologise!"
"do you take cash," he rests his palm against the back of your neck, bringing your lips to his, "or card?" he ghosts his palm over the front of your pants.
"oh, you little minx," you growl playfully, grabbing his phone off of the table and him by his wrist. "c'mon. you got your helmet?"
he grins and nods, swinging his backpack over his shoulder. "right here."
"good." as you run out of the cafeteria, dragging your giggling boyfriend after you, you lean in, kissing the apple of his cheek. his skin is warm, flushed and pretty. "i'd fuck you in it if it didn't stop me from kissing you."
he gasps. "come again?"
"oh, you know i will be. now, on the bike – hold tight onto me. no hands in the pants this time."
he blows a raspberry, swinging your hands between your bodies. "buzzkill."
—
with a heavy thump, you drop your bag and jungkook's at the base of his desk. his tiny studio apartment is sparsely decorated, but you've come to view it as a place of simple peace and comfort. he clings to you easily, arms wrapped around your shoulders as you carry him to his king-single bed. it's not large enough to fit both of you side by side, meaning that jungkook tends to stack himself on top of you when he snoozes.
"i'm noticing you like to carry me everywhere these days," jungkook whispers, grinning as he sucks on your neck, bruising the skin.
"mhm," you reply breathily, placing him down on his bed and hovering an inch over his body. he wraps his legs around your thighs and pulls your crotch against his. "i've been working out my core. results are finally showing."
jungkook grins darkly, pushing your dark grey letterman jacket off of your shoulders. you help him, shrugging it off. "really? let me have a look, baby."
you kneel back and tug your shirt over your head, revealing planes of soft warm skin. jungkook moans at the sight, tossing off his own clothes all over his apartment in his hurry. he sits up, wrapping his arms around your middle, and plants kisses up your stomach and chest, leading to a soft peck on the bulb of your throat. it bobs as he tucks his face into the side of your neck, breathing in your scent with a soft hum. he draws back slightly.
"did you change your cologne, honey?" he lowers his face again, a cute furrow between his brows and a thoughtful pout on his lips. "you smell different."
"uh – no, i don't think so," you reply, struggling to keep your head on straight when jungkook's hands are venturing down the front of your pants. "could be a new formula."
"mm, yeah, you're right," he whispers, licking his lips as he grips your bulge a little harder, making your hips jolt into his palm. he grins, eyes twinkling with innocent amusement. "hah. you're cute when you're sensitive."
your cheeks warm at the sound of his smooth, lilting voice, dropped lower than usual. arousal stirs deep in your gut. "shut up..."
he coos, gazing up at you as he rests his chin on your sternum. "unused to compliments, baby?"
"n-no, i'm just... not used to people calling me cute."
jungkook's grin widens and he nibbles on his lower lip as he gropes your hardening length through the thick denim of your jeans, his own straining against the zipper. "big boys like you need more love. can i... give you some love?"
his cheeks tint pink when he says that last part, barely a whisper. he's so flirty, yet so shy, and it's a dichotomy you have yet to figure out. still, it's so endearing watching him blush at his own flirtations.
you nod wordlessly, only finding your voice after a moment or two. "yeah. please."
he giggles and tucks his knees under himself to touch his lips to yours. it's surprisingly chaste despite the way he's feeling up your cock, trying to locate every vein and curve through thick denim.
"i bought something the other day," he begins, stroking your hip as he grinds the heel of his palm into your bulge. "i was wondering if you'd like to try it out with me right now."
"you bought something...?" a dark urge to encircle his tiny waist with both hands and fuck him stupid nearly makes you black out. it fills you up from the centre outwards and rams against your ribs like taking huge lungfuls of air, one after another, without allowing yourself to breathe out.
the pressure vanishes as soon as it comes, simmering instead in the pit of your stomach. you kneel on the bed with shaking hands, reeling inside your mind.
"yeah. something for us to play with." he smiles. "or, something for me to play with and for you to enjoy."
"oh," you exhale, barely a wisp of a breath. "you want me to watch?"
your cock stirs at the idea. he's shown himself off for you before using just his hands, and even that felt thick with sin and filth. you don't know how you'd react if he used something else.
"yeah, but it isn't quite what you're thinking. you always please me and forget about yourself, and i wanted to do the same. it's really self-indulgent for me – i've been imagining this for a while. ah, maybe i should just show it to you instead of trying to be all cryptic and mysterious." he laughs at himself and motions for you to stay put. he swings his legs over the small bed and reaches for his bedside drawer, atop which lies a shoebox-sized black box. he picks it up and places it on the sheets in front of you.
with one hand on the edge of the lid, he lifts his gaze, which flickers nervously over your features. "if it's too much, you can just tell me and we won't ever have to talk about this again."
you shake your head. "it's okay. i just wanna know what it is. i can't stop staring at your lips."
with a chuff of laughter, jungkook licks his lips, a little shy. you've never been one to mince your words, and it's rather soul-baring. he can't help the flutter of his heart when he catches your quick glance down at his lips. "alright, alright... somebody's hungry tonight, isn't he?"
"mm, just for you."
jungkook lifts the box's lid and extracts, with only a second of hesitation, a clear silicone fleshlight.
you always please me and forget about yourself.
i've been imagining this for a while.
"you… want to use that... on me," you say, but it's almost a question with how your voice wavers on the last word.
jungkook nods silently.
"but... what about you?" your eyes widen slightly. "wait – is this because i've been really needy recently? are you tired? i'm sorry, i don't know what's gotten into me lately."
he shakes his head quickly. "no, not at all, baby! you could never tire me out – i think your neediness makes you cuter. yes, you're cute, don't give me that face – we went over this already. i just... want to see it more."
"that's why it's transparent?" you ask, unable to hide your amusement. "you want to look at my dick?"
he blushes all the way down his chest. "it's as good a reason as any! can you kiss me? my face is hot and i need a distraction."
like the good boyfriend you are, you oblige, cupping his cheek and drawing him into a slow, deep kiss, prodding your tongue into his willing mouth. he moans as your tongue slides against his own, soft and wet and hot. he places his hands on top of your thighs, your open jeans hanging low to reveal your apollo's belt cinching your hips. he ghosts his palm over the bulge in your boxers as he sucks lightly on your tongue and your whole body shudders like a ship crashing against rocks – the animal, guttural growl that bubbles from the pit in your stomach rumbles in his skull, ferocious lust nearing fury so intense and primal that for a moment jungkook doesn't think it comes from you. as if on instinct, you wrap your arms around jungkook's torso and yank him towards you, pulling his front against yours.
"f-fuck," jungkook nearly whimpers when he pulls away, lashes fluttering as he stares up at you, dark pupils swallowing his irises. he arches his back. you press the flats of your palms against the bumps of his spine. "i didn't know you could make a sound like that..."
"like what?" you murmur, panting softly as you slide your hands under his jeans over the curve of his ass. you push his pants down hurriedly, sloppier than usual. you just... really can't wait.
he shifts his knees to let you take his blue jeans off, his underwear tangled somewhere in the legs. he tilts his head as you bury your face in his neck and shuffle out of your own pants, leaving you both naked on jungkook's single bed – except for your socks. his bed's barely big enough for one person, and with both of you, you're struggling not to slip off. you'll have to be careful if you roll over.
"like... never mind." he shakes his head, staring down with tangible anticipation at the thick length bobbing between your thighs. he's not small, but fuck, you make him feel that way. "just c'mere, please."
"so polite," you chuckle, watching him squirt a generous amount of lube into the toy.
"only for you, honey," he hums. he holds the toy slightly away from his stomach, as if suddenly unsure what to do with it. his indecision only lasts for a moment before those big brown eyes raise to yours. "lay down. we'll do it this way."
"mm. can't refuse the view you'll give me."
he swings his leg over your lap, smiling shyly as he grips your length in one hand. he tears his gaze from yours to sink the entrance of the sleeve down around your cockhead, teasing the glans. he takes about a third of your cock into the toy, glancing up to gauge your reaction. he finds only pleasure in your expression and, emboldened, moves the toy faster, rolling his wrist the same way he strokes you. the toy squelches as it slides down around the middle of your shaft, lube dribbling down the veins of your dick.
"fuck, that's cold," you whisper, acutely aware of how your cock pulses.
jungkook places a soothing hand on your tense thigh, rubbing what you think is meant to be relaxing circles into your skin – except he does it a little too high, a little too close to your dick, and relaxing's the last thing on your mind.
"it's alright," he hums, "you'll warm it up."
you huff at his nonchalance but lay back down, tucking one hand under your head to help bolster his cloud-soft pillows. you could sink in his pillows, drown in them. your other hand rests on his bare thigh.
"good boy," he says cheekily, fucking your cock with the slick toy. it's knobbly on the inside, and almost too tight – but the pain's pleasurable, especially when he gazes down at you with such loving eyes.
"call me that again and i'll out-brat you," you mumble, hissing softly as he slides the toy all the way down. your throbbing cock leaks, and watching it through the silicone makes your skin flush. evidently, he feels the same, staring at it with such intensity you're not sure whether you should feel afraid or aroused.
you decide on the latter.
"you? a brat? you don't have it in you," he says dismissively, stroking and squeezing your balls. he pulls the toy off and swipes his thumb over your leaking slit, gathering all the precum he can. he brings his thumb to his lips and licks it clean.
god, it's always the quiet ones – always the shy ones. your boyfriend, with his alliterative name and baggy jeans and zip-up hoodies, used to be too nervous to initiate things with you – what if you weren't in the mood? what if you didn't find him attractive? but after the first time, after you worshipped his body and got drunk off his pleasure, you seemed to unlock something in him – something dirty and saccharine.
"what – mm – what do you mean?" you ask breathily, closing your eyes as he returns the toy to your length, the squelching lube and precum dripping down your shaft.
"you're too in love with me and too soft. you couldn't hurt a fly. besides, big boy, i noticed how you tensed up when i told you how good you were being for me. did you learn something about yourself?" he teases.
you shake your head, flushing slightly. "i just... like pleasing you."
jungkook's smile grows softer, less coy. his eyes crinkle as he leans down to kiss you briefly, humming gently. "i like pleasing you, too. you can come when you want – don't hold back for me, m'kay?"
"okay."
fuck... you've never seen a prettier sight than this, the angel on your lap totally focussed on making you feel good. he shuffles down your body until his face is level with your cock, and you give him a little more room to lay down by shifting to sit against the headboard. he smiles up at you gratefully, watching closer as the fleshlight swallows up your thick cock again and again. arousal swirls low in his belly as you groan lowly, head tipping back.
bent at the knee, his feet kick absently behind him, ankles crossed. he takes your balls into his hot, wet mouth, sucking softly at the velvety skin as his wrist twists firmly around your dick. he looks so innocent, but the things he's making you feel certainly aren't.
"you're... you're gonna make me come," you groan softly, "doin' that with your pretty mouth..."
"oh? so soon? are you just exceptionally pent up," he drags his tongue against the veins of your cock, "or are you more into this toy than i am?"
"no, you just – oh, shit – you look so good like that. you're so fuckin' pretty with those eyes, those gorgeous lips that i know're so soft – drives me damn near crazy, jus' wanna fuck you all the time—" you're babbling, you know that, feeling your high creep up on you mercilessly. it's almost embarrassing, you can last longer than this, but something inside you is just so damn hungry, so eager. it draws in your lust to a dark bottomless pit in your stomach, gorged with all the pleasure jungkook's giving you but still greedy for more, more, more.
you reach down and hastily twirl jungkook's hair into a short, messy ponytail. you pull him into you, making him moan and his hips jerk – he sucks on your balls, taking each into his mouth one at a time, pumping your cock until the toy leaks with your precum, dripping with it. he licks it up wantonly, gliding his hot tongue over your veins until the whole thing glistens with saliva and lube.
he pants softly, stroking your cock faster until your whole body aches with the will not to give in – you grip the wooden headboard above you to ground yourself, struggling not to lose to the heat and wetness of jungkook's mouth and touch.
you can't. you're better than this. but god is your mind foggy with lust, feeling him lap at your balls like an overexcited puppy, feeling his toy grip your cock so enthusiastically. you want to feel him around you, feel his heat, his walls, real tight and greedy – want to taste him, lick the sweat off his hips, taste your own come on his lips like some filthy exchange of power, prove to him that you're the only one he wants, the only one who'll take such good care of him—
the dam crumples. your spine arches; the world goes white.
when your eyes flutter open – you swear you didn't close them – jungkook's sitting up, dazed and wearing the heaviest blush you've ever seen on him, red from his chest to his ears. his chest heaves, his breath shaky, and a few smears of what looks suspiciously like come cover his cheeks and neck. he hasn't wiped it off yet.
"b... baby..." jesus, your voice is fried. you clear your throat, rather painfully, and try again. "why're you lookin' at me like that...?"
he doesn't say anything for a moment, those huge doe eyes stuck on you. finally, he tears his gaze away, covering his mouth slightly – a jerky half-move that suggests he doesn't really know what to do with himself.
"um," he says softly, his voice a little unsteady, "th-the... the toy – it broke..."
after a second, you frown, still dopey and cotton-brained. maybe you should've done something in the last two weeks instead of postponing it until you could next get jungkook alone. "what? what do you mean, it... broke?"
he extends it to show you. down the side is a long crack, and the closed end is split open. you don't know what to say – you don't know what anyone would say – but by the way jungkook's looking at you, it's clear he wants something.
"do you think they'd refund us for a faulty product?"
clearly, that's not the right thing to say, because he pouts aggressively.
"you got bigger when you came," he mumbles, sweeping his index finger over his cheek and sticking it in his mouth as he glances up at you. he doesn't know how much that casual motion affects you. "like... real big. i didn't know your voice could get that deep, either. it was... kinda hot..."
you don't... remember talking... "did i say something?"
"mm. you pushed my head down and told me i looked good like that. that i was good to you – to us."
"us?" you repeat, an empty dread dropping in your stomach like a stone. you try to hide your dismay, but jungkook has always been particularly receptive to your emotions. either that, or you're just really easy to read.
"it's okay, why are you afraid? it didn't hurt, if that's what you're worried about. i like it when you're rough."
something in the back of your mind preens at that. you shake your head. "alright – yeah. just – i'm sorry for ruining it. i'll pay you back for it."
"don't worry about it. you paid for our last few dinners, so think of this as my turn to pay." he giggles and flushes, leaning closer and straddling your waist. "besides... i got something out of it, too." he takes your hand and places it on his toned stomach. you have to think past the firm muscle of it to notice that it's warm and sticky. he slides his bottom lip between his teeth to hide his flustered grin. "i really like it when you're rough."
it's enough to make your dick twitch to life again, but part of you is still rattled by how easily you just... gave up control.
"i'm glad you liked it," you say softly, "but i don't want to do that again. i don't want to hurt you."
he scoffs, grinning as he comes to sit beside you, shoulder-to-shoulder and hip-to-hip in his narrow bed. "you couldn't hurt me if you tried, baby. i'm stronger than i look. but okay – i get it. do you wanna cuddle in bed for a while, catch our breath?"
you hum softly, burying your head in his shoulder. he strokes your hair. "yeah... but maybe after a shower."
he laughs softly, pushing you off the bed towards the bathroom. he splays out on his back to make sure you don't come creeping back into his arms. "what, city boy, can't handle a little mess?"
"of course, hate that shit. i'd live in a lab if i could."
"how scientist of you. i can see why you joined the life foundation – the entire place looks like a hospital, just with more skylights."
"mm, definitely feel like a doctor, scrubbing my arms up to the elbows every day." you pick up a towel from the stack in jungkook's wardrobe.
"sounds fun. maybe i'll join you, scrub your arms for you."
"don't," you say quickly. you clear your throat, wiping the panic from your voice. "you'll ruin your pretty hands working there. all the soap makes even moisturising painful."
he arches a brow, but doesn't say anything. instead, he hums and turns his gaze to the ceiling. "guess i'm stuck with mister stark, then."
"hey, they're doing some cool stuff with prosthetics right now, and you get to fix the avengers' gear. the avengers, man. you shouldn't sound so sad. have you met thor yet?"
"not yet. the guy's a prince – pretty sure he was better things to do than say hello to some puny human."
"ah, well. at least you're doing something – i'm wasting my life away being someone's assistant."
he watches you for a while as you gather new clothes from your drawer in his wardrobe. he rolls onto his side to keep watching you when you move out of his vision.
"are you okay, honey?" he asks quietly, gazing up at you. "are you still upset over the toy? i told you, i don't mind. it was kinda hot, to be honest..."
you glance over your bare shoulder. he bats his eyelashes and winks. you huff. "you think everything i do is hot. i could sit down and you'd drool over my posture or something."
"how'd you know i like the way you sit? you take up so much space. in a good way, of course! i – i wish i had your confidence."
you soften at the very real vulnerability he displays. not just everyone gets to know his thoughts and feelings. you glance at the towel in your hand and back at him – with a soft sigh, you set your clothes aside and return to the bed, smiling as jungkook's face lights up like a star.
"oh, that was easy," he says flirtatiously, stroking his fingers up and down your chest as you lay down next to him on the pillows.
"i'm your boyfriend, i'm trained to do this," you hum, bearing the discomfort of the chilly stickiness for jungkook's soft gaze, trained on you. the playfulness falls from your tone as you reach up and brush a lock of hair out of his eyes. "you're so beautiful, you know that?"
he giggles bashfully and turns his face into your shoulder, shuffling closer to hide his red cheeks. "gosh, what a charmer. did i do something to turn you all mushy?"
you shrug, cuddling him close to your chest. "not particularly. looking at you just makes me really, really happy."
his eyes crinkle as he smiles, leaning up and kissing your throat. "you big sap... i love you, too."
you bury your nose in his soft dark mop of hair and close your eyes. you don't want to think about how small he feels in your arms, your little finely-muscled dancer. you don't want to think about how easily he can take over now, and how fragile jungkook would be if he wrapped his hands around him.
you only let the feisty parasite stick around so you can better protect jungkook. sure, you have to keep it well-fed with brain matter in exchange, but anything's a fine trade if you can keep your darling safe. with all these genocidal aliens and egomaniacal scientists running about, to make sure this one particular civilian doesn't get trapped under a fallen building, you can't count on anyone else except yourself.
—
no matter how many times jungkook gets slammed into concrete, getting mashed through three floors of an office building in lower manhattan will never stop hurting like hell. even his pride is a little bruised – getting so beat up by the scorpion was almost embarrassing. he'd managed to subdue mac gargan – again – but his mind had been elsewhere during the fight, leading to gargan landing more than a few avoidable hits.
he stumbles slightly when he lands on the fire escape with a soft thump. gripping his bleeding side, he pushes his bedroom window up and slips inside, hissing as a broken rib pokes a nerve. he shuts the blinds of his window and pulls off his mask, breathing easier without it.
finding the time to fix his suit is going to be a pain. he has so many assignments due and so little time.
he limps out of his darkened bedroom, bracing against the door frame for support. he flicks on the bathroom light with a sigh and wanders over to the sink, sparing a glance into the mirror.
great: a big ol' bruise on his cheek, little cuts all over. nothing would heal in time for his chem lab the next day.
he peels the suit off his upper half, too sore to even attempt bending down to pull it off his legs. turning in the mirror shows him the massive purple bruise covering his back and shoulders, green around the edges. he makes a face and it hurts.
guess he's sleeping on his stomach tonight. he pulls the mirror forward, opening up the cupboard behind it, and raises himself onto his toes to reach the first-aid kit on the top shelf, right next to your shaving razor and other bathroom essentials. the small green bag is stuffed full to bursting with gauze, antiseptic, and thread, and maybe it was a blessing to live in criminal-infested new york because you never asked why he had so much on hand.
keys jingle. "hey, baby? are you home already?"
shitshitshitfuckshit—
you peek around the bathroom entrance, your hoodie singed around the edges and smelling faintly of rocket fuel. you frown at the opened first aid kit, cotton pads and saline sitting by the sink, and turn briefly to set the groceries down in the kitchen behind you. you enter the bathroom and glance around at only white tile and glass.
you glance up behind the door and jump three feet out of your skin.
"jesus christ—! what the fuck?" you shout.
jungkook motions haggardly, pressing his finger to his lips with wide eyes. he's backed into the corner of the ceiling – what the fuck – wearing the red-and-blue suit of new york's spider-man – what the actual fuck– and looks like he lost a fight to a brick wall.
what. the. shit.
"pleasepleaseplease don't scream," he whisper-shouts. "sh-shh-shh – let's be normal about this!"
"normal?" you hiss, aggression bleeding into your fear. "ex-cuse me?"
"just don't yell! please." he drops down from the ceiling with one hand and you jerk back, the scene in front of you proven real. "you weren't supposed to find out this way."
"weren't supposed to – this way – what?"
he presses on the spider in the centre of his chest and the whole thing loosens like a deflated balloon, hanging off of his bruised arms. "honey, please don't be angry—"
"angry? angry?" you bark out an incredulous laugh. "i'm fucking furious! you're spider-man? my boyfriend is spider-man?"
he swallows harshly, lowering his gaze to stare at his feet. he nods almost imperceptibly.
"spider-man's been around for years. how long have you been doing this? since fifteen, sixteen?"
"four – fourteen..."
silence.
"you're mad," you say flatly. "actually mad. fourt—" you pinch the bridge of your nose. "you know what, instead of getting upset about how young you were when you first went about punching bike thieves for funsies, i'm going to get upset about the fact that you're bleeding all over yourself. what happened to you?"
"it wasn't for fun," he mumbles. "it was a morals thing. and, um, scorpion tried killing the ol' triple-jay, so i had to step in. the police should have him by now."
"the scorpion? well, we'll be seeing you on tonight's news, then. i'll be able to see exactly how he got you so messed up."
he flushes at your accusing tone, rubbing the back of his neck. "i'm sorry, honey. i meant to tell you… i just didn't know how, or when. i was so scared of the wrong people finding out and… and hurting you."
slowly, you release a deep sigh, and with it goes your anger. "the last thing you should be worried about is anyone hurting me. you should be worried about you. is this what you look like after every fight?"
he shakes his head. "it's not usually so bad. he just got some lucky hits in. i heal quickly, anyway."
placing a tentative hand on his cheek, you turn his face this way and that to examine his wounds. your hand shifts to take the point of his chin under your thumb and he stares up at you with such sweet, sorry eyes, brimming with glossy apologies.
"can't you put down the mask?" you almost plead. "let someone else do it. someone who's got more help than you do."
"who, like the avengers? they only really do world-ending threats, and for all gargan's bluster, he's not that."
you cup his neck and gently run your thumb over his jawline, careful of his wounds. "you… you mean so much to me. i love you something crazy," you whisper, voice dropping to a raw, almost tired rasp. he closes his eyes and wraps his arms around you, resting your foreheads together. "i know i'm selfish, but i don't want to lose you."
"i'll always come home," he murmurs. "i promise. for you, nothing could keep me away. someone has to keep greedy people out of your pants."
you can't help but loose a weak chuckle at that. "i'm yours, baby. will you let me patch you up?"
he nods, gripping your shoulder as you help him step out of the suit. he sucks in a breath when he bends too far in a certain way but attempts a smile when you glance up at him.
"don't worry about it. you'll make me right as rain in no time, won't you, doc?"
"you're going to make me grey with worry," you mumble, straightening up and reaching for the cotton pads and antiseptic. those cuts need tending to. you dab the damp cotton pad onto his brow, gently holding his head in place by cupping the nape of his neck. "hold still, baby."
"'m sorry. stings a little."
"how's it going to feel when i get to that massive scrape on your side?"
he winces at the idea. "if you leave it alone, it'll heal by itself…"
"you beggin' me to not touch it? thought you were the amazing spider-man."
"spider-man eats punches and springs back up with a quip. jungkook gets sweaty hands when approaching the cashier. jungkook's a bitch when it comes to pain."
your hand pauses slightly, then presses harder than necessary on his busted lip. he flinches and whines. "you're still you in the suit, sweetheart. if spider-man can take it, so can you."
"thure," he mumbles thickly, the cotton pad obscuring his words. you move onto the tiny cuts caused by flying shards of glass and he braces himself, gripping your forearms tightly. "so… you're not mad anymore…?"
"no, i'm still furious," you reply. "i just want you in one piece before i rip into you."
he has the gall to giggle nervously. "that's a joke, isn't it?"
you glance down at him and he quietens, suitably chastised.
eventually, after taking care of his wounds and sitting him down at the small dinner table to make him a cup of hot chocolate, you speak up. "every time you came home with a black eye or split lip and told me you got mugged on the way home or tripped on the stairs, it was because of spider-man, wasn't it?"
jungkook fiddles with his sweater sleeves. "yeah."
"you lied to me."
he picks at a loose thread and swallows. "yeah…"
"i always wondered how you healed so fast." you set down the steaming mug in front of him and take a seat across from him, watching him cup the mug in both hands and take tiny sips from it. you cross your arms and look away.
that's the last thing you say for a long while. you stare at the table, mouth twitching every so often as if you want to say something but can't find the right words for it.
"i want to go to bed," you say suddenly, rising to your feet as if pulled by puppet strings. "it's been a long day. come… come join me when you're ready."
jungkook nods and his throat bobs, turning his gaze into the swirling whirlpool in the mug. he whispers, "okay, baby. i'll be there."
you nod and take a step backwards, then another, before turning around and heading into jungkook's bedroom, shutting the door behind you.
jungkook stares at the closed door for a while. he can hear you mumbling, then pausing, and mumbling again, but even for his enhanced hearing, it's too quiet for him to discern. he doesn't know if he wants to know at all – it's probably better if he doesn't know what you're thinking.
he sighs softly, swirling the remnants of his not-so-hot chocolate in his mug. at least you don't hate him, which is more than he could have asked for. you're sleeping in his room, too, and that must mean something.
he hopes you won't leave in the morning.
—
it always starts as a normal day. things don't turn out as you hope they will.
"spider-man's here! spider-man's fighting the sandman!"
you'd been sitting in a ramen restaurant, sipping a pineapple smoothie with your noodle bowl, when the ground-shuddering booms grew close enough to be noticeable. the tv wired up against the wall showed the developing story, with helicopter shots showing flint marko's massive sandy form, bellowing in fury at the tiny red-and-blue figure thwipping around the skyscrapers to avoid hurled cement and rebar.
you can see the same thing out the restaurant window.
civilians scatter, panic and chaos causing a din. people shove past you, and the smart ones don't hang around to whip out their phones. you can taste the dryness in the air, the thick desert-like heat compressing inwards and crackling in your fingertips. sand-marko roars in rage and surges forward like a wave, crumpling cars like tissue paper.
YN.
the low, grating voice is loud in your head, overruling every scream in every direction.
THAT'S A BIG BAD GUY. LET'S FIGHT HIM.
"i'm looking at that church tower, man. he's getting close. the bell's the perfect shape to throw."
COWARD, venom roars in your head. YOU WON'T FIGHT TO SAVE OUR SPIDER?
"i'm not a coward," you snap, dodging an i-bar thrown like a javelin. it pierces the restaurant window. "he's got it covered. he's fought sandman a few times, knows his weaknesses."
if he could, venom would narrow his eyes at you. WE KNOW WHO HE IS. WHY CAN'T HE KNOW WHO WE ARE, YN?
"because we've killed people," you hiss, sprinting towards marko's mammoth form. a barefoot woman in a business suit screams for help, fruitlessly tugging the arm of another woman pinned inside the foyer of a law firm's brick building. "heroes don't do that."
venom forms a simple black face mask and cap over your face to hide your identity a little more. a large pile of concrete chunks from the caved-in floors above trap the woman in a tiny space under a table, where she'd dived for cover. you reach out and an oily black tendril shoots out, smashing a falling chunk of concrete to dust before it can crush the barefoot woman. she doesn't notice among all the other falling debris outside and spots you.
"please, help us!" she cries with a face smeared with ash. "her leg's pinned!"
you run up to them, gripping the edge of the largest chunk of concrete, snapped steel bars sticking out at angles. venom envelops your fist and spreads along the underside of the chunk, giving you more leverage to push it high enough to allow the woman to crawl through. her left leg is smeared with blood, soaking into her pantyhose. she limps out, leaning heavily on the other woman, who stares mutely as you set the concrete slab back down with a grunt and venom slinks back into your skin.
"thanks," she whispers, finding your eyes under the cap. you nod silently, and she helps the other woman hobble out of the ruin that once was a building.
you turn your attention back to the sandman. he's further away, and you notice how jungkook's leading him towards buildings with water towers. most of them are apartment complexes, and with the speed they're moving, there's going to be no shortage of civilians in danger.
"we'll focus on getting people out. spider-man will focus on wrangling the sandman. teamwork makes the dream work." you race towards marko, dodging all the people running the opposite way. if you were smart, you'd follow them, but you're not smart, and venom roars encouragement and puppets your body in the direction of civilians in need when you miss them.
with a bellow like a thousand boulders through glass, marko smashes jungkook through the roof of the train station, the famous, golden grand central terminal. you happen to be there, helping a family find each other through the chaos.
when jungkook wheezes and struggles to his feet, his gaze passes over you – then snaps back. the eyes of his mask widen, and he looks as if he's about to run to you – before marko slams him along the ground with a huge fist of sand.
there are still civilians in the station, trapped underground where the floors have caved in on the stairs to the platforms. on the lowest level, you manage to nudge aside a large piece of steel and concrete, reaching down to a terrified father cradling two little boys in his arms. they flinch back when the debris shifts dangerously, sand swirling in the air above.
"take them," the man pleads, "take my kids – please! i'll wait it out down here. i won't make it through that gap."
"are you kidding?" you shout above the din of battle and distant sirens, eyes widening. booms shake the ground and the walls, reverberating in your bones. "the tunnels might collapse!"
"i'll take that chance," he calls back, ushering forward his older son. he turns to him and grips his shoulder. the boy's in tears, babbling to his dad not to leave him. grimly, he pushes him towards you, and the boy hangs off of your arm as you lift him next to you through the gap in the debris. it's barely big enough for the width of his shoulders, and it'll take too long to clear it all before marko might do something that'll crush or suffocate you all.
the man lifts the infant towards you. you strain to reach for the crying baby, hidden tendrils of black mass extending out of your back and shoulders focussed on keeping the weight off of you and the child sobbing next to you. you take the baby under the arms and hold him to your chest, feeling venom form a wrap carrier around the child. he has enough foresight to turn your jacket into the wrap for appearances later.
the air is getting hot, hard to breathe through the dust, and venom shapes a simple face mask over the baby's mouth and nose to filter the air. the baby stops crying almost immediately with his influence.
with another rattling boom shaking your roots, you peer through the hole, gripping the back of the older boy's sweatshirt to keep him close and steady. "i'm coming back. stay alive."
with that, venom leverages the steel frame away, allowing you to crawl out from beneath it. the young boy clutches your belt as you hurry up what remains of the stairs, coughing in the dry, sandy air.
"vee, how's the baby?" you mutter, running along the lengthy platforms while the fight rages overhead. with every heavy smash, concrete and tiling dust your shoulders, trickling from hairline cracks in the ceiling.
CALM.
"okay… kid, when we get up there, you have to close your eyes and mouth, alright? try not to eat any sand."
he sniffles and nods, his grip tightening with resolve.
grand central and several nearby blocks are ruined with huge piles of sand blown into the corners, making the ground hard to run across. the boy slips a few times but you're always there to haul him back up.
half of your attention is on spider-man. even as you're lifting a displaced i-bar from a nearby construction site from the entrance, one eye is on the tiny red-and-blue figure zipping around and a shrinking sandman. marko's patches of dark sand slough off in heavy cascades, enraging him – making him desperate.
you run the children to a nearby police blockade, which is little more than two or three cars parked haphazardly across the road. a fire engine is parked nearby – the older boy screams, "mom!" and stumbles towards a woman in firefighter gear. with the way they embrace and the woman checks him for injuries, you don't have much worry bundling the now-crying infant up in his blanket and pressing him into her arms. you don't wait for swapped words or even eye contact before spinning on your heel and running back towards the ruins of the train station.
"flint! you have to stop this!" jungkook shouts, crashing another water tower down onto him. "what's going on, man?"
"i can't stay here!" marko bellows, his voice like the whip of a hurricane. he flings a billboard at jungkook, which he deftly dodges. "i won't!"
"what are you talking about? why not?" he threads the needle between slabs of debris swirling in marko's storm. "marko, you're going to hurt people!"
in response, he roars, whipping up a sandstorm into a single spear-like point, and hurls it down towards jungkook.
he dodges, pulling himself out of the way just in time, but you don't have his spider-sense. the shaft of the beige spear thrusts through your heart.
jungkook's senses explode until his ears ring. he looks back and screams.
the father's hand slips in yours as your grip loosens. he cries out in horror and blood stains the compressed sand, dripping from the tip.
you can't breathe. the sand collapses where it sits, including in the gaping wound the size of a beer bottle. frantically, venom floods the wound, pushing out the contaminants and creating and stitching your cells back together. but with his attention already divided through holding two tonnes of steel off your back and bolstering your strength to lift the man with one hand, he has to choose his battles. he chooses you – you can feel the power draining from you, your hand slipping around the father's.
you blink, hard, to rid yourself of the dizziness and nausea rising in your gut as venom stitches your heart and lungs and bones back together. you stare down at the man, whose terrified face is splattered with your blood. "i'm going to pull," you rasp, blood spilling from your lips. "your family's safe."
and you pull. you pull and pull, twice as hard because your hands are wet with blood and sweat, and the man finally manages to grab the edges of the hole and clamber out, collapsing beside you.
you push him weakly, hands feeling fat and rubbery. "go," you cough, able to feel the air on your exposed heart. you push him again. "go."
the floor of the station crumbles into a sinkhole over you, blocking you into a tiny space. you slump over, blinking hard with your forehead against the ground to rid yourself of the black spots swimming into your vision.
a cry of your name, and light spears down onto you. jungkook roars with effort as he hauls six feet of steel and concrete off of you and it crashes into the wall of the train station, crumbling into pieces.
he wraps an arm around you and webs the ceiling, lifting you out and hiding behind a corner. he falls to his knees, dragging you towards him by your shoulders with a sob.
"b-baby," he sobs, tremors wracking his shoulders. "baby, no, no, oh, god, i'm so sorry – baby, please—"
he peels back your black jacket and a wail rips through him at the sight. you keep your bleary gaze on the red of his mask, feeling venom squirm inside your cells, beating on the walls to let him out, to heal you. by sheer fucking willpower you manage to hold him back, burning him whenever he comes too close to the edges of your wound. he roars inside your head, slamming his will against yours in an effort to subdue you, knock you out of the driver's seat.
NO! STOP FIGHTING ME!
he can't know. it would break him.
your lips part to speak. your throat is dry, your tongue too big for your mouth. "you sh-should… go fight that bad guy…"
NO!
jungkook rips off his mask. he can't breathe, and his world crumbles around him. tears stream down his cheeks and throat. he gasps, breaths short and wheezing, and cradles you close, rocking your body against his. "no," he hiccups, gloved hands shifting down your chest to clear the cloth around the hole that goes right through. he can see the blue of his suit through it and bile rises in his throat. "no!"
"it's okay," you sigh raggedly, reaching up and groping for his face. you can't see much in the blurry darkness invading your vision. "s'okay… 's okay. you can win this. c-come find me… later…"
"fuck that!" he cries, gripping you tighter and obsessively running his hand through your sandy hair, pressing his lips to your temple. his tears are wet and cold against your skin, a small reprieve from the suffocating heat.
he clutches your hand to his cheek, pinning it there. his dark eyes glimmer with fat tears, and you can't help but think it's beautiful how his lashes clump together and the reflections waver in his eyes like the starry sky in a lake. "i'm sorry. i'm so sorry," he whimpers. "i love you. i love you. please – p-please don’t go, please don't leave me – don't close your fucking eyes!" he screams when your gaze slips from his to blink slowly up at the ceiling, each blink getting heavier and heavier; the voice in your head gets harder to ignore. he presses his palm over the gushing wound. "no, no, no, no, no—! i-i can fix this, okay, you'll be okay! i can fix—"
a massive sandy club slams into him. he cracks the wall with the force and he groans as he peels himself out of the crevices, his limbs wobbly and his head ringing.
sandman is smaller now, human-sized. he grips his weapon, and in his hands it transforms into a battleaxe, the blade edges gleaming as he compresses it to razor-sharp glass.
jungkook glances aside, where your body lays crumpled and limp, dark oily blood pooling under your shoulders. he looks back at flint marko and all he sees is red.
he doesn't use his webs, doesn't wall-crawl. he lunges like a panther and drives his fists into his face, his screams of agony tearing his throat up ten times over.
over and over. over and over.
marko groans weakly, his face swollen and bruised. his lips are thick and purple, blood and saliva spilling onto the floor.
jungkook knows the bones of his hands are cracked. he can feel them grinding against each other, but the pain doesn't register. all he knows is that a villain is still alive, and that his best friend is not.
he raises his fist, flexing his hand. his chest heaves. he wonders what sandman would look like if he didn't hold back. he might knock off his head.
that sounded good.
his fist comes down – and halts.
jungkook tugs. a large hand tightens around his wrist. he raises his eyes.
large, filmy white eyes stare down at him, a grinning mouth like a red slash filled with too-big teeth widening slightly.
"HELLO, PRETTY SPIDER," venom purrs, eight-foot-tall body blocking out the hazy sunlight. "LET'S TALK."
jungkook makes a sound between a gasp and a retch as he pats his face and finds only skin. "my mask—"
"DON'T BOTHER," interrupts venom, tugging jungkook's wrist and pulling him off of marko's limp body, whose chest still rises and falls shallowly. "WE ALREADY KNOW WHO YOU ARE."
"you do?" jungkook rasps, on his knees and still swaying dangerously. "'we'…?"
venom's long scarlet tongue lolls out of his mouth as he grins. those murky white eyes are hard to track. "HE DOESN'T WANT YOU TO KNOW HIM. EVEN NOW HE SHOUTS AT ME." his eyes narrow and he glances aside. "BUT I CAN PUT HIM BACK TO SLEEP IF HE WANTS IT."
jungkook swallows, his eyelids heavy and his body begging to lay down and rest. he cradles his ruined fists, blood seeping through the cloth. "i don't… i…"
the monstrous, grating voice almost seems to soften. "ALLOW ME TO HEAL YOU."
he offers a large clawed hand. his skin is black and oily, somewhere between flesh and liquid. it never stays in one place for long, swirling and smoothing over in faint patterns like mixing thick paint. heart in his mouth and mind in pieces, jungkook places his hand in venom's.
the black oily goo begins to spread over venom's knuckles, seeping into jungkook's suit and skin. the feeling is cold and damp and jungkook panics, scratching at his skin and yanking his arm back, but venom holds fast, and his inhumanly bulky body begins to shrink – down, down. oily blackness gives way to soft human skin.
you gaze back at jungkook, eyes apprehensive and sorrowful. his hand lays in yours. you lick your lips, glancing down at the black shirt and jacket over your heart. like it never even happened.
"hey," you greet softly, your voice a comforting low rumble.
jungkook stares up at you: still, silent, unseeing. his eyes well with tears, and he doesn't move, his gaze doesn't shift, as they slip down his cheeks, creating new clean tracks over his dusty, bloodstained cheeks.
your lips quirk up mirthlessly. "look like you've seen a ghost."
"no," he whispers in a voice like sandpaper. he yanks his hand away and rubs his eyes roughly until stars and colours bloom in his vision. "no, no, i'm going crazy, oh, god—" his voice cracks on the last word, his shoulders shaking.
you fall to your knees, taking his hands firmly in yours and pinning them to his sides. "look at me. look at me, baby," you whisper, "open your eyes."
stubbornly, they remain screwed shut. he shakes his head constantly, his shoulders hunching over. venom returns to you, black tendrils trickling back between the cells of your body.
you sigh, glancing down at your entwined hands. you link your fingers with his. "you're probably disgusted with me, i know. you've read the reports, watched the news. you know what i am – what we are. we're not a hero like you are. i understand if you don't want me to be your boyfriend anymore."
at that, he lets out a terrified little gasp and his eyes shoot open.
"there we go," you murmur. "but i was telling the truth. we aren't compatible."
"shut up."
you glance up. "what?"
"shut up," he repeats, louder. his voice is shaky. "i'm… you're… i'm still processing the first part. slow down. please."
"what first part?"
his head snaps up, the anger in his expression taking you by surprise. "the fucking part where you aren't fucking dead!"
his voice echoes in the empty train station, half-ruined and buried in sand. his chest heaves after the outburst.
he exhales shakily and sits back on his heels, turning his hands over and pressing his thumbs against his knuckles. there is no pain, no grinding broken bones. "i… just let me…"
he sways on the spot and keels over. you rush forward and catch him, cradling him in your arms.
"baby," you whisper, shaking him slightly. "baby."
the sirens of police cars swerving on the gritty roads outside catch your attention. once they've secured the civilians, they'll be closing in on marko quickly, and he doesn’t look like he's in any position to wake up soon, let alone fight back. you glance down at jungkook's limp body, his eyes closed and lips parted slightly.
you shift him in your arms and lift him easily, walking past the pool of your own blood. the red spider-man mask sits crumpled on the ground, and a black tendril scoops it up as you move past it. with each step, venom grows, engulfing your body until it's just him cradling jungkook's small body in one muscular arm. he exits the train station and lifts a hand, shooting a thick black webby tendril into the air and launching himself up, away from the sirens and the journalists' chatter.
—
when jungkook opens his eyes again, he's staring at the golden sky. the sun is about to touch the horizon behind pillars and pillars of glassy skyscrapers.
a hand cards through his hair, gentle and familiar. he turns his head.
you smile down at him, hair tussling in the wind. you're wearing a different set of black clothes. his zip-up hoodie slips down his shoulder and you pull it back up.
"morning, sleepyhead," you hum, combing his unruly hair with your fingers. "feeling better?"
he blinks, bleary-eyed, at his shoes. "what…? how did i…"
"you passed out after fighting sandman. we headed home long enough to grab you a jacket and then we decided to bring you up here, away from the hubbub of the city streets. thought you'd appreciate it." you glance up, gazing at the sunset. "can't deny that view, either."
"'we'," jungkook repeats, his thoughts chugging slowly. he blinks and shoots upright, staring back at you with huge brown eyes. "oh my god. you're that guy. you're venom."
"half of him, yes," you agree, watching him carefully.
he turns back around, staring at his lap. part of him wants to throw up. another part wants to scream, and yet another wants to leap into your arms, cry, and pass out again.
instead, he turns back to you. "tell me how it works."
"how venom works?"
jungkook nods, turning to face you fully. he folds his legs under himself.
"well—" the words get jumbled up in your head. where could you even start?
THE BEGINNING.
so you do. the lab breach, the symbiosis achieved, the fight with riot and the rocket. jungkook listens attentively, nodding along but otherwise quiet. sometime during your recounting, he slides closer to you, sharing the air conditioning unit as a backrest. he tucks his knees up against his chest and wraps his arms around them, resting his head against your shoulder.
when you finish, you sit in silence for a time, wondering if you've missed anything. venom doesn't think you have, so you glance down at jungkook, searching him for a response.
"so…" he begins quietly, "is that why you never carry a bag around anymore, yet always seem to have a laptop and pens when you need it? venom has freaking hammerspace?"
you chuckle, resting your temple against the top of jungkook's head. "no, interdimensional pockets of spacetime, obviously. yeah, it's how he can get so big despite originally being the size of a large bag of chips. he pulls our mass out of… somewhere."
"somewhere," jungkook echoes, thoughtlessly. despite the tone of his voice, you can feel him tensing up against you, all his muscles like steel corded rope as he leans in. new science never fails to excite him, and he's always been a hard-science kind of guy with physics and chemistry. your specialisation in alien biochem opens a new world to him, and it doesn't help that he loves hearing you talk.
you wrap an arm around him, kissing his temple. "i'm not really sure how it works. that was one of the things we were looking into when the lab, er, went kablooey. maybe vee could tell you about it."
his eyes widen. "would he really?"
DON'T LOOK AT ME.
you clear your throat. "uh… he doesn't know how it works, either. i don't think they had scientists on their asteroid."
jungkook visibly dims at that, but shrugs and nuzzles into your shoulder with a sigh. "it's okay. i just think that's so cool. i could finally stop making a point to take my camera out with me – and i'd never run out of film." he jerks back, staring up at you with wide eyes. "you could take all you wanted with you on planes! no more stupid weight limit. man, that would have been so helpful in italy."
"yeah, but bad for your bank account, baby," you tease, nudging him with a grin.
"shut up. like you didn't wear that necklace for two straight years." he gazes up at you with gentle brown eyes. they flicker down to your lips and back to your eyes. he leans in.
you meet him halfway, cradling the back of his head and curling your fingers in his hair. you groan softly as he nips at your lower lip. a low, pleased rumble reverberates in your chest and stomach as he swings his legs over yours, straddling your lap and tilting his head to kiss you deeper. his lips are soft, if a little chapped. luckily for him, you're wearing chapstick.
he sits back with a hum and smacks his lips. "mm. cherry?"
"guess again," you murmur, and his brow pinches slightly. he leans in, capturing your lips, and when he parts, he takes your heart with him, comfortingly sitting behind his teeth.
he frowns, deep in thought. "is it… cola?"
"no. it was cherry," you admit, sliding your hands up his thighs and squeezing. "i lied – sorry. i wanted another kiss."
he laughs and thunks his forehead against yours, pecking your lips. "i knew it. nothing else quite captures the flavour of synthetic cherry like chapstick. it's super sweet. like you," he adds cheekily, eyes crinkling. "you're so stupid... you could have just kissed me again. i wouldn't have minded."
you hum quietly, avoiding eye contact. you lift your hands off of him. "i just… are you faking it right now?"
his smile vanishes. "faking what?"
"you're acting like you don't care about what i've done. i'm a murderer," you implore, "you shouldn't want me anymore. you're spider-man and the best hero we don't deserve. can we at least talk about it, rather than pretending as if nothing happened?"
he sits quietly on your lap for a while, shifting his weight to fully rest on you. he stares down at his hands and plays with the zipper of your jacket, wiggling the metal tag up and down about an inch either way.
"i don't know what to say," he whispers eventually, not lifting his eyes. "i love you. you know that. i really, really do. i just never thought we'd have such… fundamentally different takes on vigilantism."
he chuckles at himself, a little self-deprecating. "you make me really happy, and it might be cruel, but i don't want to give you up for anything. not even if you, um, bit people's heads off… you don't do that anymore, right?"
"no," you reply quickly, shaking your head. "no – no. it won't happen again, either. we've found a better way to sustain him. he especially likes those little… hershey's kisses."
"he likes kisses?" jungkook sounds surprised.
"yeah, i know. i had the same reaction." you shrug, cuddling jungkook's waist and pressing your cheek into his shoulder. he drapes his arms over your shoulders. "anyway. thank you. for… for being selfish."
"you say it as if you expected differently," he says softly, gaze searching and imploring. "you really thought i'd hate you?"
silently, you nod. your hair tickles jungkook's cheek.
"i could never hate you," he says firmly, cupping your face. "we've been through so much together. we can – we can get through this. maybe you guys can just… tone down the violence a little, maybe?"
"we'll try our best," you whisper. your gaze flickers down to his lips. "thank you."
he hums softly, pressing his forehead against yours. he closes his eyes, the gentle breeze loosening his hair from behind his ears. you tuck them back and cup his jaw, bringing him in for a deep, hungry kiss. he moans into it and wraps his arms around your shoulders, the raised black webbing of his suit bumping over the base of your neck as he cups it.
you part with a sharp gasp as he nips your lower lip with his teeth, the sting only serving to deepen the hunger gnawing in your lower stomach.
jungkook jerks back, eyes widening. hastily, he wipes the blood from your lip, already babbling apologies. "o-oh, crap, i'm sorry! i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to – does it hurt—?"
"fuck, we liked that," you rasp, gazing up at your perfect pretty boy in your lap, and you swear you can see your own pupils blow with lust in some strange godly out-of-body vision. you grin up at jungkook and pull his arms back around you, hearing his already-quick heartbeat pound.
"i… i don't – why do you want to bleed?" he sounds so clueless, so worried, and a deep, pleased rumble escapes your chest. no one knows who it comes from.
"i like anything you give me. 'sides, it's not like you can really hurt me, you know? since you know my big dark secret, and all."
he glances away. he tugs at your jacket's lapels, straightening them for the sake of it. "i don't… i don't really like the taste of blood," he mumbles, rubbing his cheek with the back of his knuckles to brush away the tickle of hair. "i like it when we're rough, but – but just no blood, please. i like anything until that point."
your gaze softens. venom seals the two edges of the nick without having to be asked, and you dab away the remaining blood with your sleeve. "does it remind you too much of bad fights?"
he nods, exhaling shakily. "and you. today. i can’t – i really th-thought you were—"
you hush him as he leans into you, gripping you tight. he buries his head in your neck and you kiss his shoulder, cradling him as he curls into your embrace. "you wanna head home? make some waffles and cuddle?"
"n-no. i'll deal with it later when my brain catches up, so let's pretend like it didn't happen. right now, my suit is so painfully tight and i really want you to fix it."
"sure, yeah. but you know venom controls our suit, right?" you say, lips curving into a soft, half-teasing smile. "i'm no seamstress. tailoring anything but the inseam is a challenge."
"shut up," he groans, grabbing your hand and pressing it against his bulge. you can feel the stiffness of a cup, thin enough to keep his silhouette clean and flat. "you're gonna put me out of a job if you get any quippier."
"i'd be a pretty sick spider-man." suddenly, you push him down, flipping him onto his back as you slide between his warm thick thighs. you cradle the back of his head before resting it against the concrete rooftop, careful with him as you always are. his eyes widen and he flushes dark as your clothes melt into an inky black layer, skin-tight, just like his. as venom hems off the neck, black tendrils sinking into the skin behind your ears and nape and below your adam's apple, a flourish of white spreads across your chest like a lily unfurling.
"h-hey," he protests weakly, though he reaches up to trace the slender spider motif embossed into the suit. "i designed that."
you scoff, rolling your hips against his teasingly. "can you even enact intellectual property laws if you've got a secret identity? mine now – finders-keepers." you nip at his neck and kiss your way down the centre of his chest, feeling his breaths stutter as you press the spider emblem in the middle of his chest. "now, that is some view…"
softly, he whines and kicks your thigh, petulantly covering his bare chest. all it does is tense his biceps and squeeze his chest together, all impossibly chiselled. fuck, why couldn't you have gotten bit by a radioactive spider instead of playing host to an alien who exacerbates your worst instincts?
"not fair," he huffs, pushing your face away from his washboard abs. he tugs the suit back over his arms and smirks when you groan at the loss. "mm… i can't take your clothes off, so you shouldn't be able to take mine off. what if i wanna see you, too?"
"what, not a fan of the black suit?" you pout, flexing an arm teasingly. you don't miss how his eyes snap to it, his pink lips parting slightly.
"don't make me lie to get it off you." he taps the emblem at his chest, tightening the suit, and swings his legs around so he can mirror your kneeling position. he glances down and hums, wrapping his arms around your waist and propping his chin against your chest as he gazes up at you. "might be a literary message here. anti spider-man versus the original… morals, outlooks, aesthetics?"
"i'll go back to my normal look if you suck my cock in your suit," you offer.
jungkook's cheeks darken as he giggles, embarrassed. "y-you're serious?"
"yeah. we'll even do it now. think of it as a down payment." the suit shifts and billows – and you're wearing jeans and a leather jacket again. you exhale softly, palming your hardening cock, and jungkook's dark eyes can't tear themselves from devouring the sight. "so? thoughts?"
"i wasn't talking about your outfit," he murmurs, sliding his gloved hands up over your knees and thighs. he shifts, pressing his nose into your bulge, and gazes up at you through his long lashes. "you really wanna fuck me… i-in the suit?"
"shit, fuck yeah," you breathe, carding your fingers through his hair. "that's so fucking hot."
he giggles again, already reaching for your belt and zipper. if venom unentwines your belt for him, he doesn't mention it. "naughty, naughty… what does venom think?"
"he thinks you're our pretty spider, but you already know that," you huff, closing your eyes as he mouths at your boxers. "he's dirty-talking. no, i'm not telling him that. you can do it yourself later if he wants to hear it."
"so, my boys are happy, yeah?" he purrs, nuzzling into your twitching cock. "mm, i can tell. you're drooling, baby."
"because you're being a damn tease," you groan, tipping your head back against the concrete block forming the roof access. you buck your hips into him – THAT IS PITIFUL – and jungkook moans softly, teasing the band of your underwear. "please, nnh, please…"
"didn't quite catch that. you want this?"
"shit, yes, i know you heard it. fuck me, my dick's gonna fall off from how fucking hard it is," you complain, swallowing harshly as he accepts it with a proud little smile on his lips, tugging your underwear under your shaft. he hums, pleased, as he gazes up at it, stroking the base lazily.
"has venom made you more impatient? try to relax, honey… don't want you bursting in my mouth after three seconds, now, do we?"
"you're such a jerk…"
"mhm, yeah. venom's made you less patient. do you remember when we used those handcuffs? you were so good for me then." he licks a long, flat stripe up your cock from base to head and flicks the tip of his tongue over the glans rapidly, moaning softly as your hips jerk into his mouth.
your nails dig into the rough concrete below you, cold under your shoulders. they crumble slightly under your touch. "oh, fuck… those were real, weren't they? where'd you get them?"
"they tried to arrest spider-man once, way back. but i have a detective friend who happened to be nearby, and she helped me out. didn't take the cuffs from me, though."
it dawns on you like a bucket of ice down your neck. "that's why we never used them again. you snapped them to get me out of them."
jungkook glances up at you, mouthing at your balls contentedly. his eyes crinkle when he grins. "smart cookie."
easily, he takes the head into his mouth, suckling wetly as he strokes the rest in his hand. he pulls away briefly to spit on your cock – jesus fucking christ – and his pink lips stretch pale around your shaft as he lowers his head, swallowing several inches in one motion.
your head tips back and a drawled moan escapes your lips. you chuckle lazily, twisting a hand in his hair as he bobs his head, gradually taking more into his mouth. looking at him, that shiny skintight red-and-blue – you could burst right there.
fucking a superhero. you never could have dreamt it. a superhero is giving you head so sloppy it's dripping down your balls.
hm. maybe venom is influencing you more than you thought, because two months ago such a thought would've set your face on fire, yet all it does now is lead you to imagine what new positions you could try with your pretty spider, how else you could have him swallowing your come.
popping off with a wet gasp, jungkook grins up at you with half-lidded eyes, panting for breath. he nibbles his lower lip as he pumps your cock steadily, his gaze glued to how the generous precome drips over his knuckles and down the web-shooters of his suit. he giggles and shivers with a thought – how full would he feel if you finished inside him? has that changed?
he stuffs your cock into his mouth to hide his blush.
"fuck, sweetheart, 'm gonna come if you keep sucking like that," you groan, the filthy schlk-schlk of his hot wet throat bubbling arousal in your gut. his nose brushes the warm skin of your lower stomach and his gaze is dark and clouded when he gazes up at you, his throat constantly constricting and loosening as he swallows around your throbbing dick.
he doesn't say anything, but he doesn't need to. his grip tightens on your thighs, digging into your skin, and he swirls his tongue desperately over the veins, flicking and curling as he feels your rapid, booming heartbeat in his mouth.
saliva drips down his chin as you thrust sharply into his mouth with a hissed curse. his eyes roll back as hot, thick come bursts down his throat and he can't even whimper – no room to. your fist yanks his head closer and he drools as what feels like gallons of come warm his belly. your hips grind roughly against his lips.
when your grip finally loosens, jungkook collapses backwards onto an elbow with a raspy gasp, chest heaving. he's never had much of a gag reflex, not since the bite, but fuck…
when his eyes flutter open, he wipes his slick, swollen lips and sits up, skin too hot for his suit. his cock throbs against the cup, wet and aching. he nearly collapses, arms unable to hold up his own weight, but you're there to catch him, one hand twisting in the back of his jacket to hold him up by the scruff like a kitten. he whimpers, fingers tugging ineffectively at your clothes.
"thanks, baby," you say huskily, pulling him into your arms and crushing your lips to his. the taste is sweet with a slight salty tang and he moans as your tongue pushes against his, messy and animal. he melts into your arms, limbs like noodles as you kiss him and lap up your own come from the corners of his mouth.
he nearly cries when you slip your thigh between his legs. he grips your shoulders for balance as he ruts against your thigh, needy gasps and moans spilling freely from his lips – you rumble your approval when he wraps his arms tightly around you, temple pressed against yours and lips right by your ear. his hips lose their rhythm until he's practically humping you, the stinging pleasure of his trapped cock spiking hot desire up his spine.
with one hand, you grope his ass, rumbling purrs sighed from deep in your chest. you can taste the embarrassment sweetening his eager moans – how lucky you are to have such a cute little spider.
but you are HUNGRY.
thick black claws shape your fingers. jungkook squeaks at the sharp riiip of cloth and he gasps, stiffening and twisting around to check the damage instinctively. you kiss his shoulder placatingly as you slap his ass, squeezing the soft meat and muscle.
"fuck—! it's cold," he whines, gripping your wrist. "oh, man, my suit's already torn from earlier – you couldn’t've just waited until i took it off?"
"wouldn't that just make you colder?" you reply, amused.
"well, now i have to replace the entire blue section from my hips to my knees! i can't just sew a line up my ass, now, can i?"
"yeah, yeah, you can bitch to me later. i'll fix it," you huff, grabbing him by his little waist and pushing him down beside you. you flip him over onto his stomach and tug his hips up. you take a moment to admire your boyfriend. how nice that is to think – your boyfriend. "mm… just wanna eat you right up."
tucking his head against his forearms, he gazes over his shoulder at you, face flushed and hair mussed. he grins, a little breathless. "please don't eat me, mister venom…"
your other half growls, his hunger overtaking any reservations you have about prepping jungkook properly. you move before you can think, your lips parting and your clawed fingers pulling to reveal his twitching asshole.
your long, long tongue pushes into him, saliva squelching obscenely as it wriggles inside him, flicking and curling against his tight, gummy walls.
he squeals, his heart jumping into his throat with shock, fear, and a healthy dose of burning liquid desire. he knows what it is before his brain can make a thought out of it. it's so deviant that the shock and shame make his tip drip faster. he tugs his jacket sleeves over his knuckles and hides his face in the soft pools of cotton, biting down harshly on his arm to muffle his wanton cries and helpless moans.
hot and thick, thick as a cock, your tongue worms its way into him, thrusting and writhing relentlessly. he is plump and soft and utterly delectable, a sweet tasty treat you'll hunger for long after you pull out from his clenching walls.
you can't think – your dick throbs – you see the world through a faint filmy white. you're more monster than man, able to taste the wine-heavy sweetness of jungkook's arousal in the air. it is hard to breathe through his scent – you have to push against it, like wading through waist-high water.
his hips jerk away from you and you growl in warning, yanking him back towards you with a squelch of wetness. your saliva drips down his ass and thighs – thick thighs that quiver like leaves – and jungkook cries, his eyes rolling to show their whites.
somewhere in the back of your brain, you think he came. probably hard. obsessed with his sweet, soft taste as you are, however, and unable to see his cock because of his suit – it makes no difference to your animal indulgences.
jungkook babbles half-words and nonsense, punctuated by shouts of pleasure as your tongue wriggles and glides against his swollen prostate. he comes again with a cry, the stickiness between his thighs only growing with every passing minute.
he presses a shaky hand to his stomach, gasping for breath. he feels so full…
eventually, when jungkook's whines start to quieten, exhaustion making him sway, you begin to slow. your vision starts to clear. your jaw moves lazily against his puffy asshole and his whole body jerks, his hole clamping around your tongue. it feels more human, now.
slowly – somewhat reluctantly – you pull away, panting. his hole gapes slightly, dark and shining with saliva. you dip a clawed thumb against the edge, pulling gently, before pulling away to pat his ass. the motion is so different, so fond and strangely innocent, that it hard-reboots jungkook's half-melted brain. he blinks away the tears and the fog of lust, lifting his head from his arms.
"mmph… baby…?" he mumbles, his words slow and slurred. you tuck your nose into his warm neck, the bulk of your body heavy and comforting. your breaths are slow and steady and instinctually, he tries to match them.
he giggles, ticklish, as you nuzzle into his shoulder, a satisfied sigh fluttering past your lips. he strokes your hair, pressing his ass teasingly against your cock, still hard and heavy. "hah… you 'n' venom're gonna wear me out one day, y'know?"
his voice is wobbly, but pleased. you like it. "sweetheart, you don't have to. we can deal with it alone. you've already done so much for us."
"and let you waste your come? uh-uh. wanna feel it inside me." he wiggles his ass, making you groan. "c'mon, big boy… i'm getting soft."
"you're hard already?"
jungkook laughs at the surprise in your voice. "now that you know who i am, i don't have to hide it anymore. maybe you can even keep up with me."
lifting him up to kneel, you tug off his jacket and lay it down on the concrete. he hums and turns over to lay on his back, spreading his legs to give you room between them. he smiles sweetly up at you – your heart races.
you trace his suit's web patterns with a slight frown. "wait… so – this whole time, you've never really finished?"
"i finish. i just get hard again really quick." he blushes. "it's kinda humiliating, honestly, so i really want you to put it in before the clarity hits me like a truck. shit, was your cock always this big…?"
"you wish it was," you scoff, gripping the base and tapping the head against his hole. "you're such a size queen."
"m-mm, no, really, i seriously think it's – fuck!"
his head falls back as your cock pushes into him with minimal resistance. his walls clamp around you like a vice, drawing groans from both of you as you push in deeper, firm and steady in your pace. his hole swallows you up, and it's so damn warm and wet that you feel your control slip for a single frightening moment. jungkook moans sharply, back arching, as your claws dig into his skin hard enough to snap a normal person's bones.
jungkook's gasps are short and rapid in quick succession. he goes lax in your arms, arms limp above his head. you have him in your lap, his thighs resting atop yours.
"fuck," he hiccups after a giggle. you glance down, away from his drunken expression.
you shift your hips, drawing out, then push back in. a bulge in his stomach follows the motion. in your head, venom purrs at the sight, curling around your senses to feel what you feel like a lazy, satisfied cat.
"yeah," you whisper, experimentally setting a slow pace to really see it. you press your palm against the firmness of your cockhead. "yeah. fuck. you're so fucking hot, driving us downright crazy…"
you sound like an idiot, saying things that a high school jock would say to his cheerleader girlfriend in a teen movie. it's so shallow and repetitive that it makes you embarrassed, but jungkook's moans are extra loud after it, so it can't be all that bad.
still, you'd rather call him beautiful, if only to have him bury his face in your chest and laugh.
"fuck me," he breathes, reaching down and caressing your hands, black and clawed as they are. "fuck me hard – please, don't stop."
he gives you an addicted, lopsided grin, dark eyes blown with want. he cries out as your hips slap his ass, grinding into him. you pull out until the tip rests against his twitching hole and grin, sharper than usual. briefly, your eyes swirl white. "your wish is our command."
you drag him towards you as you thrust forward, your skin meeting with an obscene clap. through your lungs, venom groans, halfway between a growl and a catlike purr. your dick throbs inside his clenching walls, lining his insides with an audacious amount of precome… he'll have to do more than patch up his poor suit.
jungkook's eyes are squeezed shut, a hand planted firmly over his own mouth as your thrusts ravage his body. his hair bounces over his flushed cheeks, locks sticking to his temples with sweat. he seems to shimmer with it in the afternoon light, so unfairly pretty, as if he's dusted with crushed pearls…
you tug his hand away from his lips, parted with need, and your fingers twist through his own, clasping tightly. you rest your weight upon the first joint of each finger – you wouldn't want to rub the backs of his hands raw, after all. it's an easy feat with venom's claws creeping over your fingers from the knuckles like twisting vines.
"c'mon, spider," you purr, relishing the way his eyes flutter with each rough thrust. your balls slap against his ass. "don't be shy. we want to hear you BEG FOR IT."
when you slow down, really making him feel every pulse and twitch of your veins, he manages to crack his eyes open, though they flicker anxiously over the sky and glass towers surrounding you before landing on your face. he swallows, and a defiant glimmer shines in his eye. "no."
"no?" you chuckle. "gettin' cold feet? scared to make a whore out of yourself when you know we're both watching?"
"no," he repeats, a little harrumph passing past his lips. "i don't wanna work for it. you're my boyfriend – you're supposed to make me happy. are you slowing down because you want to tease me, or because you're too tired to keep up?"
a growl. "OH, YOU…"
grip tightening, you shift forward on your knees, hiking his thighs higher over yours – he gasps as your cockhead scrapes against his tender prostate on its way in. he sucks in a deep breath as you bottom out, his lashes fluttering, and the bulge in his belly moves as you do. "babe—"
"does it hurt?"
he shakes his head minutely. his bitten red lips part and he wraps his legs around your waist, digging his heels into the small of your back impatiently. "t-told you not to stop…"
you hum softly and resume a rough, steady pace, the obscene sound of wet skin slapping skin echoing far too loudly with his enhanced hearing. it's hard to ignore and he realises, suddenly, that he's still in the suit – maskless.
"h-hurry – hurry up," he whimpers, a shred of panic fluttering in his belly – or maybe that's just you. "if someone sees—"
"then they'll know how well spider-man takes cock." you smirk with a gloating glint in your eye.
"i'm being s-serious," he whines, breathless. unable to inject any sense of urgency into his words, he settles for squeezing your hands tightly, feeling and hearing the crack as venom imbeds himself into the concrete like tiny harpoons for support. you're trembling slightly – he can feel it in your legs – and he has an inkling that you're holding back more than your own urges.
"SO ARE WE," you reply as if it's obvious. you roll your hips tauntingly into his ass and his back arches, his hole clamping down around your veiny shaft. you hiss and the smirk on your face drops to make room for the irritated twitch of your brow. "fuck. don't squeeze too hard – i'll come early."
"e-early, he says! like you haven't been wringin' me of everything i have," jungkook huffs, squeaking in surprise when you let go of one of his hands to grip his waist and heft it higher, helping you to thrust deeper. your thick cockhead kisses his tender prostate, again and again and again – hot, sticky come drips down your shaft and balls and jungkook's suffocating cock throbs with a pulse of wetness when your claws dig into his skin in warning for his cheek.
you tap his hip absently, surveying your damage. "not everything."
you pause just long enough to seize his suit in both hands, and in one smooth motion, rip his suit to free his cock.
"honey—!"
with a quick swipe of your claw, his underwear falls apart and his dark, throbbing cock springs free. his underwear, looped around his thighs and waist like a jock, held the protective cup in place. you tug it out of his suit impatiently and toss it aside, much to his embarrassment, but he doesn't have long to stutter about it because your big hands close around his neck and your cock slams into him.
he wails. he lets out a bone-searing string of breathless cries and moans, tears welling up on his dark lashes as he grips your wrists and bounces with your rough primal pace. your thumb shifts over his adam's apple. you purr at the feeling of his moans, your name vibrating against your skin like a prayer and burning up your veins to settle in the base of your stomach, hot and coiled.
"SO PRETTY FOR US, SPIDER… SO TINY AND OBEDIENT. your cock is drooling – ALL FOR US," you rumble, shifting one hand to grip his shoulder instead. you cradle his head, turning it slightly to one side. you swear you can hear the blood roaring through his jugular and down, down, down to his heart, through it, and back up again, rushing rushing rushing through his arteries…
"mhm, f'you…! more – more, more," he babbles tearfully, his hard cock leaking a puddle onto his stomach. it leaks down his sides with your harsh thrusts, bouncing him off of your lap like a pretty little toy. your hips quicken, your grunts rumbling out as animal snarls as his cock smacks his stomach and yours throbs deep inside his trembling wet hole. "more! please, baby, fuck, feels so good! so fucking good, 'm gonna – yes! 'm coming—!"
you GROWL as his cock explodes onto his chest, sticky translucent come streaking his suit and dribbling down the black spider emblem. your thick cock pulses in his quivering heat and your orgasm crashes onto you in thundering waves, harder than anything you've ever felt. it feels a bit like dying: the way your thoughts melt into one another into a slosh of raw animal emotion, the blurry white-out vision, the feeling of every nerve and neuron firing at once in a desperate last hurrah that burns you up and shaves the meat off your bones for what seems like an eternity.
your eyes flutter open. the filmy white has receded.
jungkook hangs off of your cock, his hands loosely pressed against your chest. his head rests in one massive inky black palm, his back in the other. he gazes up at you with glossy, dazed eyes, something like awe glimmering in them as he pants, hot breath fanning your kiss-bitten lips.
like a dog satisfied with an under-the-table steak, venom slinks back into your skin, and jungkook shifts his quivering thighs around your hips to accommodate you better between them. he leans in and cups your cheek with a shaky hand – you don't think you'd notice it if venom wasn't boosting your senses – to kiss you gently, his soft slick lips moving against yours with lazy contentment.
you blink slowly at him, your brain still pulling itself together, and finally notice the state of him: sweat-damp hair, marked skin, bruised lips, ruined suit.
ruined suit…
"oh, shit," you croak, reaching between jungkook's legs to collect the thick white come dribbling down his thighs, still red with the imprint of your grip. it's starting to turn purple in places. "shit."
"it's okay! it's okay," he soothes, cupping your face. his voice is raspy and his chest heaves. "i can fix it. it's just a bit of thread."
"n-no, it's more than that," you whisper urgently, eyes widening as you hug jungkook to your chest. your cock shifts inside of him. it's almost tender. "i hurt you."
"i heal fast, honey, remember? tomorrow morning, i'll be right as rain. you'll see." he shifts on your lap and winces softly, inhaling sharply. "j-just – mm – pull out slowly, please. and lay me back – i can't feel my legs…"
"o-okay. okay. sorry," you mumble, being as gentle as you can. once he's comfortable, you reach down and slip yourself out little by little.
the head pops out, and a thick gush of come pools around jungkook's ass.
he groans at the feeling, his gaping asshole clenching futilely as it leaks your come like a damn waterfall. one of his hands presses against his stomach, the phantom feeling of you devastating his insides impossible to overcome. the other hand flicks lazily over his shaft a few times as he pants and regains his breath, his thighs trembling even as you try to comfort him. he's never looked so… drained before after nights together. not like he could fall asleep at any moment.
after a while of cleaning up – to the best of your ability – you find yourself sitting cross-legged by jungkook as he lays his head in your lap, halfway there to nodding off as the warm breeze musses his hair.
jungkook plays with your fingers as venom slowly stitches together shorts and a hoodie for him. black, of course. he insisted you all have to match. he's been rather quiet for a while, and when jungkook teased him about being so vocal just minutes ago, he'd huffed something about being hungry. the lack of energy was his reason for why he was threading the clothes onto jungkook's back so slowly, but you saw right through his excuses.
"how are you feeling?" you ask softly, fluttering your fingers at him.
he huffs and catches your hand without looking, glancing up at you. "honey, stop making it sound like i'm sick – i'm fine. a little achy, but nothing worse than hitting your funny bone on the edge of a door. the only thing that's taking its time is my voice. i sound like i've just gone to a club – nightclub, i mean – and had an hour-long conversation."
you chuckle, watching as venom finally finishes the sleeve he'd been working on for the last few minutes. after a moment, the surface of the hoodie ripples like water, and a white spider symbol, sharp and long, blooms from the centre of his chest. it settles back into simple cotton and polyester.
you touch the mark, tracing its edges. "i think it's a nice design. maybe you should try a new suit for the next one, since this one's pretty messed up."
"and whose fault is that?' he snarks, sliding his palm beneath yours and shaking it slightly. he glances down and nibbles on his lower lip. "it's nice, i admit… but it might be dangerous. i could remember i'm wearing it and get distracted, and then i'll smack into a crane or something."
"spider-man gets distracted?"
"only for big boys with big you-knows," he whispers, blushing and giggling to himself. he props himself up and reclines in your arms, humming contently and sighing as your arms wrap securely around him, heavy and warm. "i'm kidding. not really, but i'm kidding. i'd love you even if you took over the world and made us all subjects to your dark dominion. please don't, though, because i'd be morally obligated to stand up for the little guy and i don't wanna hurt you, y'know?"
you nod with a smile, brushing your thumb over his lower lip. he purses his lips against it for a little kiss. "i promise i won't go crazy and become a supervillain."
he falls quiet for a while, settling his head back into your lap. he closes his eyes, dark lashes brushing his cheeks, and brings your hand up to rest on his chest. his heartbeat is slow but sure, and you can feel your muscles relaxing just by the sight of his serene expression.
he doesn't hate you. he doesn't hate you.
he won't leave you alone. not ever – you understand this now. in this world of gods and aliens, you couldn't be happier with anyone else by your side – you are just mortal, just human. so very human. even if a planet-eating god sticks their fingers into the threads of the multiverse, melting existence as you know it, at least you'll be able to look into his eyes and know that at the very least, you were loved – and that is worth more than anything.
Synopsis: Johnny had been teasing you for days. Getting yoy all worked up just to disappear. You were fed up. You were going to give him a taste of his own medicine.
Johnny had been a little shit for days.
He’d get you worked up — hands sliding under your shirt, mouth on your neck, grinding against you until you were hard and aching — then suddenly remember some “emergency” and disappear with a smirk. You’d been left to finish yourself off more times than you cared to admit. He was clearly enjoying the game.
Not tonight.You found him in the kitchen, leaning against the counter like he didn’t have a care in the world. You came up behind him without a sound and wrapped your arms around his waist, chest pressed to his back.
“Johnny~~”
Just his name. Low. Steady. The tone that meant you were done playing.The kind that promised he was about to get fucked until he couldn’t talk.He stiffened immediately. You felt the exact moment he recognized it.
“Oh,” he said, trying for light and failing. “Hey, I was just—”
You didn’t let him finish.The next thing Johnny knew, he was on his back in the bedroom, pants gone, legs spread wide as you worked him open with slick fingers. He was already panting, blue eyes dark with heat, that usual cocky attitude cracking under the attention. By the time you pushed your cock into him he was gripping the sheets, a broken moan spilling out of him.
You fucked him deep and thorough.Every thrust dragged against that spot inside him that made his toes curl. Johnny’s head tipped back, mouth open, eyes rolling as you set a relentless pace.
The wet sound of your hips meeting his ass filled the room. He looked wrecked already — flushed, shiny with sweat, that perfect body taking every inch like he was made for it.
“Fuck— right there—” he gasped, voice high and needy. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop—”
You almost regretted what you were about to do. He looked that good like this: completely open, completely lost in it, the Human Torch reduced to desperate little sounds every time you bottomed out.
Almost.You kept going until he was trembling, cock leaking steadily against his stomach, so close he was practically vibrating. Then, right when his moans turned sharp and desperate, you pulled out.
Johnny made a wrecked, confused noise, hips lifting off the bed like he was chasing you.He waited for you to ram back into him like you always did. Nothing came.
You shifted off the bed. By the time his hazy vision focused again, you were already tugging your jeans back up and zipping them.
Johnny’s eyes went wide.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “Don’t you fucking dare—”
You gave him a slow once-over, taking in the sight of him still spread out, hole shiny and twitching, cock hard and neglected against his abs. Then you winked.
“Something just came up,” you said lightly. “Gotta go, babe.”
The noise Johnny made was pure outrage. He scrambled up onto his elbows, cheeks flushed with more than just arousal now.
“Get back here—! You can’t just leave me like this!”
You were already at the door. The last thing you heard as you stepped out was Johnny’s frustrated shout of your name, followed by the sound of him throwing a pillow at the wall.
Revenge had never felt so good.
(A/n: I hope you all likehow i decorate my blog it takes a lot of time. Praise me😤
Peter was on his knees between your legs like he’d been thinking about this for a long time.
He looked up at you once, cheeks already a little pink, before leaning in and dragging his tongue slowly up the underside of your cock from base to tip. The first wet stripe made your hips twitch. Peter let out a soft, almost shy hum, then opened his mouth and took you in.
He was so good at this it was unfair.
Peter’s mouth was warm, slick, and careful at first — like he wanted to get every detail right. He sank down until the head of your cock nudged the back of his throat, then swallowed around you with surprising ease. One hand wrapped around the base, stroking what he couldn’t fit, while the other rested on your thigh.
Every time he pulled back, his tongue swirled under the head before he took you deeper again, cheeks hollowing, spit already starting to drip down your shaft.
You slid your fingers into his messy brown hair. Peter made a quiet, pleased sound around your cock, the vibration shooting straight through you. He settled into a steady, filthy rhythm — wet sounds filling the room as he bobbed his head, taking more of you each time, spit making everything obscenely slick.
It didn’t take long.
The tight heat of his throat, the focused way he looked up at you through his lashes while he sucked, the constant wet pressure — it all stacked too fast. Your grip in his hair tightened.
“Peter— I’m gonna—”
He didn’t pull off. If anything he sank deeper, swallowing greedily as you came hard down his throat. Thick pulses spilled into his mouth and he took every drop, throat working around you until you were shaking.
You expected him to stop.He didn’t.Peter kept sucking, slower now but just as thorough, tongue dragging over your oversensitive cock as it twitched in his mouth. Your cum mixed with his spit until your entire length was shiny and dripping. You tried to ease him back, hand pushing gently at his shoulder.
“Peter— wait—”
He only latched on harder.
A soft, stubborn sound vibrated around your cock as he held you in his mouth, sucking gently but relentlessly through the aftershocks. Every pass of his tongue over the head made your thighs jump. Your cock was almost painfully sensitive, still half-hard and covered in the messy mix of spit and cum, and Peter treated it like something he wasn’t finished with yet.
“Too much—” you managed, voice strained.
Peter’s eyes flicked up, dark and determined. He pulled off just long enough to let a thick string of spit and cum connect his swollen lips to the tip of your cock, then immediately took you back into his mouth with a wet sound. He sucked harder this time, focusing on the sensitive head, tongue pressing and swirling until your hips jerked helplessly.
Your free hand gripped the sheets. Overstimulation sparked sharp and overwhelming through your gut. Peter clearly knew what he was doing — the way he kept you in his mouth, the quiet encouraging noises he made, the way he refused to let you escape.
The second orgasm hit you harder than the first.Your back arched as you squirted into his mouth with a broken groan, the release almost forced out of you by the constant wet suction. Peter’s eyes fluttered as he drank it down, throat working around you again, not wasting a drop even as your thighs trembled on either side of his head.
Only when the last weak pulses had faded did he finally pull off with a filthy, wet pop.Your cock left his mouth shiny and spent, still twitching, covered in a glossy mess of spit and cum. Peter licked his lips slowly, cheeks flushed, looking a little dazed but quietly proud of himself as he sat back on his heels.
“…You okay?” he asked softly, voice rough. Then a small, almost shy smile tugged at his lips. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
Summary: Gwayne reunites with his lover after months of fighting a pointless war. A bath is had, and a bed is shared.
Content Warning: Smut, frottage, hand-jobs, anal sex, one brief, teeny-tiny mention of mpreg (It's literally the last line and can be taken as a breeding kink)
A/N: also an x OC on Ao3. Here.
Written by Request
The tension in Gwayne’s shoulders dropped the moment he saw Y/N standing at the door, hale and whole and a balm to Gwayne’s aching heart. He stumbled in his haste to cross the room, but Y/N caught him before he fell, his strong arms wrapping around Gwayne’s waist to keep him upright.
“You’re here,” Gwayne whispered, burying his face in Y/N’s neck and breathing in the familiar scent of him. “You’re safe.”
Gwayne had spent many nights, many months, sick with worry as he imagined the thousand different ways Y/N could be killed in this foolish war. He had lain awake at night and wondered if his lover would be taken from him the moment he let his eyes slip closed. He had watched the skies for every raven that carried the news, waiting for the one that would herald the breaking of his heart.
But the news had never come: Y/N was safe, and he was here, and Gwayne fell into his embrace, wishing to never again part.
“I am fine, sweet,” Y/N said, stroking his hand through Gwayne’s hair, pressing gentle kisses to his forehead. “I’m all right.”
“I thought–I had worried that.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” Y/N leaned back and brushed away a few tears that spilt down Gwayne’s cheeks. He took Gwayne’s hand. “But come, let me ease your burdens. The innkeeper’s wife has just filled the tub. It should still be warm enough to wash away your ills.”
—
Gwayne relaxed into the water, letting the warmth leech into his bones and ease the aches and pains that months of hard travel had caused.
He had already washed off most of the dirt on his body with a dampened cloth before stepping into the tub, so the water was clean and soapy, and the oils Y/N had brought with him filled the air with the calming scent of rose.
Y/N sat in the tub behind him, his strong chest pressed against Gwayne’s back, his arms wrapped around Gwayne’s waist. Y/N was warm and comfortable, and though the water was beginning to cool, Gwayne felt as if fire heated his body—happy and comfortable in his lover’s gentle embrace.
Occasionally Y/N fed Gwayne fruit or pieces of cheese, but mostly he held Gwayne and pressed soft kisses against his neck. After months apart, and months of ceaseless toil, Gwayne was sure no one had ever been happier than he.
“Are you feeling better, my love?” Y/N asked, his breath tickling the hairs on Gwayne’s neck.
“Yes,” Gwayne answered, his eyes slipping closed as Y/N began to soap over Gwayne’s arms and massaged his fingers into his skin.
Y/N’s hands were warm and gentle as he worked out the knots in Gwayne’s arms, every caress a balm to his tired soul, and Gwayne sighed when Y/N moved his hands from his arms down to his chest, washing and massaging Gwayne’s skin in a way that sent flurries of arousal to his toes.
Eventually, Y/N’s fingers found their way to Gwayne’s nipples, and he pressed his nail against the small bud in the way he was fond of doing. The movement sent a spark of fire through Gwayne’s body, and a small moan slipped out of his lips, breaking the silence of the still room.
Y/N chuckled and did it again. Even after months apart, it seemed that Y/N had not forgotten the little touches that made Gwayne keen in pleasure. Nor had he seemed to have lost his joy in doing so.
“Calm, my love,” Y/N whispered, and Gwayne could feel his smile as he pressed another kiss to his neck. “I’ll take care of you,” and he lowered his hand from Gwayne’s nipple and slipped it beneath the water to grasp Gwayne’s hardening cock.
Y/N’s strokes were lazy and slow. He pulled at Gwayne’s cock until it was at full hardness, aching and throbbing in want.
Moans fell from between Gwayne’s lips, and he leaned against Y/N’s chest, resting his head against Y/N’s shoulder. He could feel Y/N’s own cock hard against his arse cheeks, and he rolled his hips against it, hoping to spur Y/N’s to move his hand faster.
But Y/N didn’t; he lazily stroked Gwayne’s cock, teasing at the head with touches that were too light but arousing all the same. Y/N had always enjoyed drawing out Gwayne’s pleasure, prolonging it so that the release was ever sweeter for it.
“Please,” Gwayne moaned, his voice high and needy. He didn’t dare touch himself; he held onto the sides of the tub, his knuckles growing white. “I need–”
“Shh,” Y/N whispered, “I’ve got you,” and he moved his other hand lower down, behind Gwayne’s stones, and lightly pressed his fingers against his hole.
Gwayne’s back arched, and he came before he realised what was happening, his toes curling and a wretched, half-moan falling from his lips.
Gwayne spilt into the water, and Y/N held him through it, whispering sweet-nothings into his ear as he stroked Gwayne to oversensitivity.
When Gwayne returned to Earth, his chest heaving and his heart racing, he turned to Y/N and captured his lips in a desperate kiss. He needed Y/N. He needed his pleasure; he needed his body; he needed Y/N inside him, pressing against him and soothing all his troubles away from the inside.
Gwayne stood, water falling off him in droves, and pulled Y/N out of the tub. He rushed through drying them, his blood pumping faster when he saw Y/N’s want hanging thick and hard between his legs, and then fell back against the bed—naked and wanting and with his whole self exposed to his lover.
“Gods,” Y/N said, his eyes dark with lust. His gaze roved over Gwayne’s body; every part his eyes touched lit Gwayne on fire. “Look at you.”
Y/N stalked closer to the bed and knelt between Gwayne’s spread legs. He knelt there for a long while, merely staring at Gwayne, and Gwayne flushed at the unfettered attention, redness spreading across his cheeks and down his chest.
“What?” Gwayne said, and though he was fully exposed to Y/N, he never felt vulnerable; merely loved.
“I had forgotten how beautiful you were,” Y/N said, and he lifted Gwayne’s ankle to his lips and pressed a kiss to the bone there. “My memories did not do justice to your beauty.”
Gwayne whimpered and wished for Y/N to fill him there and then, but he knew Y/N wanted to draw it out, wanted Gwayne to fall apart with each touch, so he lay on the bed and twitched with anticipation.
Y/N kissed his way up Gwayne’s leg, pressing soft kisses to his calf, the back of his knee, his thigh, his hip, his chest, and finally against Gwayne’s lips. He settled between Gwayne’s legs and dipped his tongue between Gwayne’s lips, licking into the heat of his mouth and pulling sweet sounds from out of Gwayne’s throat.
Y/N kissed Gwayne as lazily as he had stroked his cock, and every slow, aching moment had Gwayne’s cock twitching as it rubbed against Y/N’s.
Gwayne had never been a needy or demanding lover, but Y/N was expert at drawing out every mote of desire hidden inside Gwayne until he could do nothing but whine and beg. But Gwayne loved it; he loved how Y/N took care of him and teased him and fucked him; he wasn’t sure he had loved anything else as much as he loved Y/N and his too-sweet touches.
“Y/N, please,” Gwayne whined when Y/N gently rolled his hips and rubbed their cocks together. “I need you. I need you inside me, now.”
Y/N chuckled and pressed a kiss to Gwayne’s cheek, rolling his hips once more.
“Please,” Gwayne said, and his voice was high and desperate. “I need to feel you.”
Y/N pulled back and slipped his hand down between their bodies. He uncorked a bottle of oil Gwayne hadn’t seen him retrieve and spread it on his fingers, using his now-slickened fingers to open Gwayne up.
It had been too long since Gwayne had had Y/N’s fingers inside him, and he moaned at the feeling of being stretched open. Y/N’s fingers were long and perfect, and they probed expertly at the bundle of nerves and made his toes curl.
Gwayne wished Y/N would speed up, but this too Y/N did slowly. He carefully and dutifully opened Gwayne up, scissoring his fingers until he was stretched enough to be able to take his cock without any discomfort.
When he was ready, Y/N sat back on his heels, his cockhead pressed teasingly against Gwayne’s entrance, and paused.
“Y/N,” Gwayne said, and wrapped his legs around Y/N’s waist as if he could pull him into his body.
Y/N did not budge.
“Tell me you need me,” Y/N said, removing one of Gwayne’s legs from around his waist and spreading it open.
“I need you,” Gwayne said, and he did.
“Tell me you missed me,” Y/N said.
“I missed you,” Gwayne said, and he had.
“Tell me you love me,” Y/N said, and his voice was thick and desperate with the need for Gwayne’s affirmation of their love.
“I love you,” Gwayne said, and he meant every word and more. He loved Y/N more than he had ever loved anyone else. He loved Y/N so much his soul sang out in agony when they were apart. He loved Y/N, and he would never love anyone else for as long as he lived.
“I love you too,” Y/N said, and he slowly pressed into Gwayne, inch by inch, until he was fully seated.
Y/N speared Gwayne open on his cock, and Gwayne felt as if he would split in two—unaccustomed to Y/N’s size after their months apart. Yet, Y/N had prepped him properly, and there was no pain, only the delicious slide of Y/N’s cock dragging against his walls.
Y/N’s thrusts were slow at first—as Gwayne knew they would be. He let Gwayne get used to the feeling of him inside, rolling his hips in small motions that had Gwayne’s cock aching and filling to full hardness once more. Y/N kissed him through each movement.
And then, when Gwayne was accustomed to the feeling of Y/N, Y/N pulled back until he was almost fully unsheathed, and thrust back in with a hard stroke.
The air was pushed out of Gwayne’s body, and pleasure curled up his spine. He wrapped his arms around Y/N’s neck, feeling like he would fall away if he had nothing to hold onto, and moaned, deep and satisfied as he finally got what he had been waiting for.
Y/N fucked in and out of Gwayne, his thrusts hard yet gentle, and his cock brushed against Gwayne’s prostate with each stroke.
Lightning shot through Gwayne’s body, and his skin heated with fire. He was sure he had never known pleasure like this before, and he gave himself fully to Y/N, his body going lax as he let Y/N take control, as he let Y/N spread his legs and lift his hips so his cock could reach further inside Gwayne.
Gwayne moaned, and he couldn’t stop moaning. The sounds slipped from his lips and spilt into the room, wanton and desperate as his pleasure grew with each of Y/N’s thrusts.
Gwayne couldn’t look away from Y/N’s face, from the dance of mirth that was hidden beneath the plain lust and desire. He was sure Y/N had grown more handsome in the months they were apart, his silver-gold hair longer, his face sharper, and Gwayne wanted to stare at his face for hours, to see if he could pick out every line, every freckle, or every scar he had gained while they were apart.
“I love you,” Gwayne said again, because his heart was pounding with blood that knew nothing but Y/N’s gentleness and loyalty, and because he knew Y/N wanted to hear it.
Y/N groaned, and his thrusts grew desperate. Every thrust struck the bundle of nerves hidden inside Gwayne, and he could feel his orgasm building, being drawn out of him with merely Y/N’s cock thrusting in and out of him.
Gwayne knew that Y/N was close as well, could feel the way his cock throbbed inside him, and the idea that Y/N would pull away and finish on his chest to try to spare Gwayne the discomfort of cleaning himself suddenly gripped him and filled him with fear.
He needed all of Y/N. He needed his come; he needed to be opened and pumped full of Y/N’s seed. He needed to be debauched and taken and used.
“Inside me,” Gwayne cried, feeling his peak approaching, “I need your seed inside me.”
Y/N groaned and, after a few more thrusts, spilt inside Gwayne, painting his inside with his come. Gwayne followed Y/N over the edge and desperately clawed at Y/N’s back as his body was overcome with pleasure. He wept and moaned and spilt his seed between their bodies, his oversensitive cock rubbing against Y/N’s abdomen and spreading the slickness across their stomachs.
When they both returned to the earth, Y/N kissed Gwayne and slowly pulled out. Gwayne cried at the loss of Y/N’s cock and the closeness of their bodies, but Gwayne could feel Y/N’s seed trickle out of his hole, and it filled him with satisfaction. Even more so when Y/N reached down and thumbed the seed back into Gwayne, plugging him full of his come.
Gwayne smiled, happy for the first time in months: he was Y/N’s, and Y/N was his, and maybe the seed would take.
summary : peter & y/n have a habit of fucking non-stop, and they have no plans to change their routine
characters : black male reader x peter parker
note : a quick little thing since i haven’t updated since 1982. mind you, i wrote this in the theatre while watching brand new day. the ideas were ideainggg
warnings : porn with no plot, swearing, unprotected sex, rough sex, as always, reader has a big dick, sub peter, dom reader, implied multiple rounds, creampie, creaming, overstimulation, a tiny bit of aftercare and fluff
When Peter stepped foot onto MIT’s campus, he was the hottest bachelor amongst the sea of nerds.
Every girl wanted him, every boy wanted to be him, he was the perfect blend of smarts and sexiness, wrapped in the body more fitting for an athlete than the adorable shy boy he appeared to be.
Y/N would know that firsthand.
While everyone else could only dream about having the Peter Parker in their bed, that was a reality for Y/N. One he didn’t have to work hard for to make happen. One glance at each other in the laundry room during their first semester and Peter found himself folding under zero pressure.
It was only right that Y/N get attached. Not everyday did you find a cute face and a bubble butt willing to be bent over a drier and fucked for hours.
Peter writhed against the satin sheets— a bit fancy for a college dorm, but Y/N had to pull out the best for his baby boy. The pleasure overloaded his brain, causing him to abandon any sense of self-control as Y/N thrusted into him at a speed only he could handle.
That’s what he told himself. Only he could take dick like this. Only Y/N could fuck him into the mattress, make him scream at the top of his lungs without a care in the world for the poor ears on the same floor as them.
“O-Oh my God!” Peter’s broken moans was music to Y/N’s ears. The euphoric soundtrack to the scene playing out in front of his eyes. “Y/N, it’s t-too much!”
Peter could’ve easily pushed Y/N off at any point, with his superhuman abilities and all that fun stuff. But where was the fun in being a sore loser? His hand pressed against Y/N’s abdomen, digging his nails into his skin as his body rocked back and forth. Y/N held onto that hand, gently caressing the skin in a contrary manner to the insatiable hunger radiating off both men.
His other kept an iron clad grip on Peters’s chin, ensuring he couldn’t break eye contact. Y/N wanted— no, needed to see the desire in Peter’s eyes as they fucked. He needed to see the light in his eyes darken, the composure and timid nature he was known for vanish without a trace as his ass stretched.
Peter’s erect dick leaked with pre-cum, mixing in with the previous two orgasms that dripped down into the spot the two were connected at. Y/N was pleased to find out when the two first started messing around that Peter wasn’t against making a mess in bed.
Cream dripped from his stark red ass, flying in the air every time Y/N’s throbbing dick thrusted in and out. Per usual, another set of sheets would have to be thrown in the trash. There was no saving them when Y/N was done with Peter.
“Gonna cum for me, baby?” Y/N cooed. “Think you got one more?”
Choking out a sob, Peter shook his head. All that meant was to keep going. Peter proved long ago that no matter what he said or did, there was nothing on this Earth that could stop him from experiencing the everlasting high he was experiencing.
“N-No. It’s t-too much. Pl-Please…”
Y/N grinned cockily, pleased once more whither the effectiveness of his movements. “Please what, baby? You gotta tell me what you want?”
Peter wrapped his legs around his waist, pulling him in even deeper. His dick was hitting his prostate head on, fucking the cum right out of him without him realizing until it was too late. Then another orgasm. Then another.
Y/N typically didn’t stop until Peter’s body simply couldn’t produce any more cum. Or until an RA knocked on their door and told them to stop. The routine would never grow stale, not as long as both men got their fill, and then some.
“Fuck, oh my God, fuck!”
His stomach clenched as yet another orgasm shot out of from his aching dick, painting an obscene on the other man’s chest. He struggled to catch his breath, lungs working overtime as the assault on his prostate never gave up.
Y/N chased his orgasm with rapid, sloppy thrusts, fucking Peter into the mattress metaphorically and literally. It was a surprise the cheap twin bed provided didn’t collapse under their weight. Not to jinx it or anything.
Peter gripped his hand as his walls clenched around Y/N’s hand, swallowing his dick hole with no intent of ever letting go. Not if he could handle it. The imaginary dam finally broke and the floodgates open, ropes of milky white liquid coating the insides of Peter’s already leaking hole. Being filled with cream like a pastry made Peter’s eyes roll, his heightened senses locking in on the flood of warmth inside of him.
Y/N collapse onto Peter’s sculpted chest, snaking his arms under his waist so he could hold him. “You’re so pretty when you cum for me,” he said, peppering kisses along Peter’s flushed face.
Peter’s body betrayed him, as it always did. He tighter he’d his legs around Y/N, trying to pull him in deeper as a sign that his body craved more. Even if his brain was screaming at him to siri and get some rest.
He still had a life to live once he stopped out of his dorm, and that wouldn’t be possible if he did what he wanted and stayed with a dick inside of him 24/7. Not as if that was an actual deterrent. If he didn’t care about getting a degree, Peter would’ve opted for the option to be a living fuck toy a long time ago.
“S-Stop it,” Peter whined, playing with strands of Y/N’s hair.
“Why?” Y/N pouted. Though his didn’t come anywhere close to being as adorable as Peters’s was, puffy lips and teary eyes giving him the halo effect in real time. “I can’t appreciate the pretty mess I made?”
“I have to… get to class soon,” Peter sighed.
He looked at the alarm clock on Y/N’s beside table, rolling his eyes when he realized that the class he chose to skip for dick was still happening. Even if he didn’t want to leave, it was the responsible thing as a student and an adult to at least try to make an appearance in class.
“You’re 40 minutes late,” Y/N pointed out. “Don’t think you’d learn anything at this point.”
That was enough convicting to keep Peter in place. Though, he would’ve stayed pinned under Y/N if he had done so much as to blink. He didn’t need a reason to get fucked day in and day out. It was a no-brainer for him.
As far as his priorities went, Y/N was at the top of that list. Whenever he wanted Peter to come over, he’d be there in no more than five minutes. It wasn’t as if there was anything more incentive to take his time.
“Can we just stay like this for a while?” Peter asked.
Y/N nodded, gently sucking on the lobe of Peter’s ear. “Whatever you want, baby. I’m all for making you feel good,” he said. “
“Actually…”
Peter giggled as he pressed a kiss to Y/N’s lips, running his hands up and down his chest. The two melted into the kiss, Y/N sighing in content. It was heaven on earth to be able to taste traces of himself on Peter’s glossy lips, a taste only he would be able to recognize. It was a much appreciated ego boost.
While the man on top was distracted, Peter placed his hands on his shoulder and flipped them over with ease. Y/N didn’t bat an eye as his head smacked against the pillow, all too familiar with the impressive amount of strength packed into Peter’s small frame.
“Y/N,” Peter moaned softly, placing his hands on Y/N’s chest as he began to move his hips. “Why are you still so hard?”
Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You complaining?”
“Never.”
“Enough!” The voice coming through the wall next to them was familiar— a constant disruption to their own disruption. “Some people are actually trying to study!”
Y/N laughed at Peter’s horrified expression, patting his back as he called out a response. “Sorry Ned!”
“I always forget he’s literally right next door,” Peter whispered, shaking his head in disbelief.
Y/N shrugged. “Dick tends to make people forget common sense.”
Peter groaned, covering his face as blood rushed to his cheeks. Even in this position, he still felt fluttered every time Y/N said anything remotely dirty to him. “Shut up.”
“Make me,” Y/N teased.
Sorry to Ned and whoever else had things they needed to do today. Y/N would offer to buy them all breakfast as a peace offering— even though the same thing would happen tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that… and every day until the semester ended.
Mammon had been a complete brat all day.Mouthing off, rolling his eyes, calling you names under his breath just loud enough for you to hear, acting like he didn’t care about a single thing you said. The usual.
But the second you had him on his back with his pants shoved down and your thick cock stretching his pussy open, that attitude crumbled.
“Fuck—!” Mammon’s voice cracked as you bottomed out in one hard thrust. His legs immediately locked around your waist, heels digging into your lower back to keep you deep. His tight, slick walls fluttered around you, so wet that every movement made filthy, wet sounds echo in the room.
You pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, the wet slick of his pussy taking you loud and lewd. Mammon’s head fell back against the pillows, gold eyes glassy, mouth open as broken moans spilled out of him.
“Y-you’re so big— shit—” he whimpered, clinging tighter. All that earlier attitude was gone. Now he was just a flushed, trembling mess, bouncing with every thrust as you fucked him into the mattress.
His pussy was dripping. Slick coated your cock and ran down his thighs, making every deep stroke smoother and louder. The wet sounds only got more obscene the harder you went — loud, messy squelches every time your hips met his.
Mammon’s legs stayed wrapped tight around you, thighs shaking as he pulled you even closer. His hands clutched at your back, nails digging in as you railed him deeper.
“Don’t stop— please don’t stop—” he gasped, voice high and needy. The same brat who’d been giving you attitude all day was now moaning like a slut, completely ruined by your cock.
You angled your hips and hit that perfect spot inside him. Mammon cried out, his pussy clenching hard around you as more slick gushed out with every thrust. His gold eyes rolled back, mouth open and drooling slightly as you kept pounding him.
“Look at you,” you growled against his ear. “All that mouth earlier and now you’re just a wet mess for me.”
Mammon could only whimper in response, legs tightening around your waist as he took every brutal thrust. His cock lay hard and leaking against his stomach, twitching with every deep stroke.
He was completely gone — bratty attitude shattered, reduced to sweet, desperate sounds and the constant wetness of his pussy taking your cock over and over.
Thinking about…men used to using drugs or power to get their way.
You were just another person drowning your sorrows in drinks at a restaurant when you see them. A group of office workers drinking and talking. The group had dwindled down to a few people, one of them was the obviously the boss from how respectful and flattering the other workers were to him. And the other was a girl, flushed and clearly drunk but thanks to the boss unable to leave.
You watched as the boss drop a pill into her drink when she wasn’t looking. He was handsome but he obviously found more of a sadistic interest in the power play of the scenario than just sex. Handing the drink to her and making her drink it using the pressure of his position. When he offered to take her home and guided her out, you stood up and followed.
That’s how you ended up here. The man taking your cock deep in his hole, as he sobbed under you. Each rough thrust sending sparks up his spine, toes curling as he fisted the sheets.
“N-nooo~ I won’t—Ahh~ do it ag’in!” He sobbed into the pillow. His hips leaning back to meet each thrust instinctively chasing pleasure. “Let me cum! P-pleaseeee~”
You leaned down grinding into his hole while your hands ran up his body to pinch his perky pink nipple. While the other curled around his heavy leaking cock. A shiver ran though his body accompanied by whine.
Dazed eyes filled with tears, tongue half out as he panted letting out lewd moans and whine that echoed through the room.
“And why should I let you cum?” You drawl mockingly against his ear. “You already came twice. And now you’re hard again. Do you like my cock that much slut?”
He whimpered, rocking back against your cock like an animal in heat. “N-noo~ it’s the—ahhh~ dr’gs! M’ not a sl’t!” He slurred out panting.
You were a nice person. So when you saw him dropping drugs into that poor girl’s drink? Of course, you swapped them around when he was distracted.
That’s how you ended up here.
Taking him to the hotel room with you was easy. After all you had evidence on him and a proud douchebag like wouldn’t willingly get fucked by someone else to relieve the drug.
And now, here you were fucking him into a mindless cockslut. The drug must have been some type of viagra, making him hard over and over even after you made him cum thrice.
Each orgasm made him more and more sensitive and needy. For a piece of shit, he sure sounded and looked hot getting railed.
“Sure you are.” You flip him around, hitching his leg up and slam your cock in bottoming out.
He gasped, letting out a cry of ecstasy. Toes curling as his vision whited out with pleasure at the new angle pressing your cock right against the smooth curve of his prostate. A silent sob leaving his parted lips as his cock sprayed watery cum out onto his toned abdomen and pecs.
You didn’t wait for him to finish before you started to move pounding into his swollen hole. The warm walls clung to your dick tightening each time the head hit his sweet spot. While he cried out and trembled weakly beneath you.
“If you weren’t slut you won’t be getting hard from being fucked like one.” You taunted and leaned down. Eyes darkening as you watched his pecs bounce, covered in his own cum. His cock was hard again, against his stomach an pretty red color form being overused. The dazed cock drunk expression on his face as he sobbed, but didn’t resist you.
“It’s the dr’gs—!” He whimpered, his hole clinging to the length of your cock when you dragged it out only to slam it back in.
“Ah ahh ah~” He moaned breath hitching on each thrust. A haze of lust and pleasure drowning out his senses. The poor thing couldn't even tell his legs were wrapped around your waist, as if he wanted to keep your cock in him.
“You want me to fill that pretty hole up with my cum, baby?” You muttered against his ears tugging on his earlobe with your teeth.
He could barely think. The pressure of your cock plowing into his ass, the heat of the drugs, that still lingered but much fainter than before, in his veins. He couldn't even remember how many times he’d come. His hole was swollen, cock aching but still hard.
All he could think was yes and more. Nothing before had ever felt this good. Like he was floating on a cloud of pleasure. Each time your cock hit that sweet spot his mind going blissfully blank.
“N-noo” He sobbed, reaching to you clinging to shoulders like he was drowning. Your thrusts got harder and faster chasing your own pleasure treating his body like a well used fleshlight. He loved it.
“If y’u do th’t imma—!” He cried out, back arching when he felt your release flood into his hole filling the warm cavern. Each part of him felt filled and heavy. With a twitch his cock spurted spilling out watery cum just at the feeling of your cum filling him.
Finally deflating fully as he laid there spread open. Sore, used and covered in marks and a mess of his sweat, tears and release. Your cum leaking out of his swollen hole onto the sheets.
You tossed a few bucks out your wallet on the night stand while you got dressed. “Keep the change.” You mock as you left shrugging on your coat and leaving him there without another glance.
Satisfied with yourself for giving karma to the asshole and getting a great fuck out of it too.
…
Only after a few weeks did you realize karma was a bitch. What goes around comes around and it was now your turn.
You’d finally quit your shitty job after finding a position at a better company. The pay was better and the hours didn’t look bad. So you agreed and more than eagerly quit your job.
Turns out jumping head first into anything is a terrible idea. You should really have done some research on the boss of your new company or who the guy you fucked and left was the other night.
“Hello. It’s nice to meet you.” The guy smiled sharply at you. He reached down and took your hand and shook it firmly. “I’m your boss.”
You were so fucked.
His hand didn’t let go of yours after the handshake and he leaned in closer and tucked something into your shirt pocket.
“Meet me in my office in 10 minutes.”
It took you a minute after he left to restart. Reaching into your shirt pocket to pull out what he put in. Crumpled bills. One had a scribble of blue pen on it that you recognized as yours from when you didn’t have paper to test a pen and scribbled on the bill.
Had he…kept the bills?
Once you unfolded it a note slipped out, tucked in between the bills like a secret. It’s free for you as long as you make me cum like before.
You looked back up at where he’d left. Suit jacket off showing that toned waist and broad back down to the way his pants were tailored to cling to every curve of his ass. The same one you wrecked that night.
When he saw you looking at him. He smiled and his gaze dropped down to your groin and he licked his lips.
A twinge of arousal shot down to your stomach immediately.
Simon had you exactly where he wanted you.He was perched on the edge of the reinforced table, legs spread obscenely wide, one gloved hand fisted in your hair as he shoved your face between his thick thighs. His tactical pants were shoved down just enough, and his fat, dripping pussy was already glistening with slick.
You didn’t hesitate.Your tongue dragged through his soaked folds in one long, hungry stroke, tasting the salty-sweet mess of his arousal before pushing deep inside his tight, clenching hole.
He let out a low, guttural groan, his powerful thighs tensing around your head as he rocked forward, grinding his cunt against your mouth.
“Fuck… yeah, just like that,” he rasped, voice rough behind the mask.
You devoured him without mercy. Your tongue fucked into his pussy in deep, wet thrusts while your lips sealed around his swollen clit, sucking hard. Slick coated your chin and dripped down your neck as his grip on your hair tightened, guiding you exactly where he needed you. His hips rolled in short, greedy movements, using your face like a toy.
He was soaked. Every lick and thrust of your tongue made filthy, obscene sounds echo in the room. You slid two thick fingers into his dripping hole alongside your tongue, curling them up hard against his front wall while you flicked your tongue fast over his clit.
His thighs started trembling around you. A rare, broken moan slipped out as he fucked himself on your tongue and fingers, chasing the pleasure with shameless rolls of his hips.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” he growled, pressing your face deeper into his cunt. “I wanna cum on your tongue.”
You worked him harder, sucking and licking and fingering him until his whole body tensed. Ghost’s head fell back with a deep, muffled groan as his pussy clamped down around your fingers, gushing slick all over your mouth while he came hard.
Even after, he kept your face buried between his thighs, hips giving slow, lazy grinds against your tongue as he rode out the aftershocks.
“Again,” he ordered, voice hoarse and commanding. You obeyed, tongue sliding back into his soaked, pulsing cunt without hesitation.
The ropes bit into Zoro’s thick wrists, binding his arms above his head to the headboard. His green bandana was shoved between his teeth, already soaked through with spit, muffling every desperate sound he made. His powerful body was stretched out beneath you, thighs spread wide, sweat glistening on his scarred skin.
His pussy was dripping.His swollen folds were stretched obscenely around your thick cock as you drove into him with slow, punishing strokes. Every thrust stretched his tight walls further, forcing his insides to mold around your length. His eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering as another muffled groan vibrated against the soaked bandana.
You were so deep. He could feel every inch dragging along his sensitive walls, the fat head of your cock kissing that bundle of nerves with every roll of your hips. Zoro’s abs flexed, thighs trembling violently as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in his gut.You were edging him mercilessly.
Every time his pussy started fluttering and clenching, every time his breathing turned ragged and his eyes threatened to roll back again, you slowed down or pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside. Zoro growled in frustration around the gag, hips bucking up desperately, trying to chase the orgasm you kept denying him.
Tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked at the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill down his flushed cheeks. His face was a deep red, sweat dripping down his temples, green hair plastered to his forehead.
He looked fucking gorgeous like this — the world’s greatest swordsman tied up and gagged, pussy stretched around your cock, reduced to a whimpering, desperate mess.
You slammed back in hard, hitting that spot dead-on. Zoro’s back arched clean off the bed, a loud, broken moan vibrating through the bandana. His pussy clenched hard around you, slick gushing out with every thrust.
“You’re so fucking tight,” you growled, gripping his hips harder as you railed him. “Look at you. Taking my cock so well.”
Zoro’s eyes rolled back again, tears finally slipping down his temples as you fucked him deep and steady, grinding against his g-spot on every thrust. The heat in his belly coiled tighter, his thighs shaking uncontrollably.You could feel him getting close again — walls fluttering wildly, pussy getting impossibly wetter.This time you didn’t stop.
You pounded into him harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room along with his muffled, desperate cries. Zoro’s head thrashed against the pillow, bandana soaked through as he moaned and drooled around it.
When he finally came, it hit him like a tidal wave. His walls clamped down around your cock like a vice, gushing slick as his whole body seized up. Tears streamed down his flushed face, eyes rolled back, muffled screams of pleasure vibrating through the gag.
You fucked him through it, then kept going, chasing your own release while he twitched and whimpered from overstimulation.
Zoro looked completely ruined — tied up, gagged, pussy stretched and creamy around your cock, tears still leaking from the corners of his eyes.And he had never looked hotter.
Choso couldn’t seem to let you go.Even now, with his back pressed against the mattress and his legs locked tight around your waist, he kept pulling you impossibly closer. His arms were wrapped around your neck, fingers tangled in your hair as he kissed you like he was afraid you might disappear. Every breath he took was shared with yours, his forehead pressed to yours between messy, desperate kisses.
You thrust deep into his slick, tight pussy, bottoming out with a wet sound that made his breath hitch. Choso’s walls fluttered around you, hot and greedy, sucking you in deeper with every roll of your hips. His slick coated your cock and dripped down between you, making each thrust smoother, filthier.
He tilted his head to the side without being asked, offering his neck like a silent plea. You took the invitation, sucking a dark mark into the pale skin just below his jaw.
Choso shivered, a soft, broken sound escaping him as you left another bruise lower on his collarbone, then another on his chest. He wore your marks like badges, pressing into every touch like he needed them branded into his skin.
“More,” he whispered against your mouth, voice hoarse. His hips rolled up to meet your thrusts, chasing every deep stroke. “Please… give me everything.”
You fucked him harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Choso’s pussy clenched rhythmically around you, so tight it felt like he was trying to keep you locked inside him forever. His thighs trembled around your waist, heels digging into your lower back as if he could pull you even deeper.
When you hit that perfect spot inside him, his eyes fluttered, mouth falling open in a silent moan. You leaned down and bit down on his shoulder, sucking another claiming mark into his skin while you drove into him relentlessly.
Choso’s nails dragged down your back, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave faint red lines — his own quiet way of marking you in return.You could feel him getting close, his pussy fluttering wildly, slick gushing around your cock with every thrust. Choso buried his face in your neck, lips pressed to your skin as he whispered your name like a prayer.
“Fill me,” he breathed, voice shaking with need. “I want all of it… want you to stay inside me.”
You slammed into him one final time, burying yourself as deep as possible as you came hard, flooding his tight cunt with thick, heavy spurts. Choso moaned softly against your neck, his own orgasm crashing over him as his walls pulsed and milked every drop from you. His legs stayed locked around you even after, holding you deep while your cum leaked out around your cock.
He didn’t let go. Not even when his breathing finally evened out. Choso just held you tighter, pressing lazy kisses to your jaw and throat, like he could stay like this — connected, marked, and full of you — forever.
Adam on all fours dressed in only his leather skirt, eagerly waiting for you to take control. Overwhelmed by pleasure, Adam cums untouched leaving you both exhausted and tangled together as Adam asks for more even after you’ve just finished.
You grip Adam's hips tightly as he positions himself on all fours in front of you, his muscular frame trembling with anticipation. The leather skirt clinging to his hips, the hem riding up just enough to expose the curve of his ass cheeks. Adam pushes back, his hole brushing against the head of your cock, and a whine escapes his lips.
“Mmmph... yes, right there,” Adam moaned, his voice pitched high and needy. The leather flaps spread around his hips as you sank in, stretching him open. His ass clenched around your cock, and he rocked forward then back, riding your cock in steady thrusts from the doggy position. Each movement made the skirts flaps sway lightly against his thighs.
You thrust harder, burying yourself. Adam's whines grew louder, turning into breathy pleas.
“Ahh, fuck, it's so thick... keep going, don't stop.” His arms trembled as he braced himself, hips rolling to meet every push.
The leather skirt rode higher with the motion, revealing more skin as sweat beaded on his back. You reached down, grabbing a few flaps flipping them over his lower back to watch your cock slide in and out of his ass.
Adam's whiny tone filled the room. “Please, harder... I need it deeper. Oh god, yes!”
He arched his spine, ass cheeks spreading wider around your cock. “Nngh... it feels so good, you're filling me up so much.” Adam's voice cracked with need, whiny and insistent as he bounced back onto you. The skirt's edge brushed against your thighs with every movement, adding a soft friction. You pulled almost all the way out before slamming in again, making him cry out in that high-pitched whine. “Ahh! Right there, fuck me like that!”
Sweat slicked his skin, and the leather skirt stuck slightly to his damp thighs. Adam kept riding, his ass working your cock with eager pushes. His whines turned into a stream of broken sounds. “Don't pull out... please, I want all of it.” You leaned over him, driving deeper, the position letting you hit that spot that made his whole body shudder. The skirt flapped with the force of your thrusts, and Adam's knees slid on the sheets as he struggled to stay upright under the intensity.
You grabbed his hair lightly, pulling his head back as you fucked him harder. Adam whined louder, “Yes, use me... oh, your cock is so deep!” His ass clenched rhythmically, riding you with frantic movements that made the leather skirt rustle and shift. Cum started to leak from his neglected cock, dripping onto the bed while he focused entirely on taking you.
His ass slaps against your hips, skin reddening, and he sobs out another whine, body shaking as he cums untouched, spurting across the bed while still impaled on your cock.
You follow soon after, burying deep and flooding his hole with cum. Adam whines through it all, pushing back to milk every drop, the leather skirt now damp with sweat and fluids. He collapses forward but keeps his ass raised, your cock still inside as he pants and whimpers softly, “More... don't stop yet.”
