nerve
pairing: nolan grayson (omni-man) x debbie grayson
summary: nolan made his return to earth after betraying literally everyone. debbie sent him away upon confronting him again. this is him coming back anyways. word count: 2.6k
warnings: 18+, nsfw, spoiler warning bc lightly based off comic, oral (f receiving), debbie thinking with her [redacted] instead of her head, nolan being an annoying loser for her (canon), p in v, is this dubcon?; their power dynamics are foggy, uhhh etc.
author's note: all spelling/grammar mistakes are mine whoops. feedback much appreciated.
Debbie locked eyes with herself in the mirror. The condensation caused by the warming shower obscured her reflection.
She moved towards the running shower. Without pause, she stepped in, letting the nearly scalding water run over her skin. She didn’t flinch. Not like she used to. She basked in it. Her body and mind had endured much worse up to this point. She let the water wash over her, not for comfort, but for proof she was still there. She breathed in the hot steam. Letting it fill her lungs.
Debbie braced as a familiar and sudden impact shook the house.
Mark was home. Was he back so soon? He never alerted her when he would come back these days. She didn’t urge him to. She knew the pressure Cecil was putting on him to take up his father's mantle.
His father. Nolan. Debbie let the water run over her face at that thought.
The nerve of this man.
The audacity of this man.
“You took another mate,” Nolan had said referring to Paul. This was Debbie and Nolan’s first moment alone since reuniting.
“‘Mate?!’ More like… companion – and … are you seriously upset over this?!’
Him of all people. She could laugh and she did right in his face. The nerve.
Even now, days later, she shook her head in disbelief. His first appearance back on Earth since Chicago. Since the very foundation of Debbie's life crumbled beneath her. Weeks of denial leading up to it. Making up excuses in her head. How could he? All those lives. The Guardians. Their son. Their marriage. The life they had built. A game to him. It had to be. Half her life. An illusion.
There was a knock on the door that jolted her back to reality.
“Mark! It’s me in here! I’ll be out soon!” she shouted above the water.
Another knock. Quicker tempo.
“Hello? I said I’ll be out in a minute!”
She peeked around the shower curtain now and watched as the doorknob began to twist. She bolted out of the shower, turning off the faucet, and hastily worked to throw a towel over her wet body. She lunged at the door, fumbling to wrench it open, tearing it from the grip of the hand on the other side.
She yanks the door open. “Mark! I said–”
Her breath caught in her throat.
“Debbie.”
There, Nolan was. Looming before her. Eyes hollow.
He must have searched the house for the few Earthen clothes of his Debbie had stored away. She didn’t let Cecil discard these ones. She had plans to shred them or burn them... or shred then burn them. Whatever was worse.
Every shirt he wore seemed to be fitted. Not much left to the imagination. His sleeves strained slightly over his thick, sculpted arms. That same long-sleeved Henley and blue jeans he’d worn on one of their first dates in Greece. The one where she taught him about hand-holding, about how it wasn’t pointless. It was human. But now she sees it clearly: to him, there’s no difference.
“I told you not to come back to this house,” she seethed through her teeth.
His eyes raked over her. Her damp black hair, usually slicked back in a bun, now fell loosely past her shoulders. She looked radiant as always. Cheeks were lightly flushed red from the heat of the shower. Her eyes, even as they bore threw him, were as alluring as ever. That towel taunted him.
“I know you said you couldn't forgive me…”
“Ugh! Wasn’t 20 years of my time enough for you to waste?”
“You took another mate…”
She scoffed. Not this again.
“Paul,” he said, “You stopped seeing him after seeing me again. After I came back.”
“That wasn’t because of you. I knew with Mark continuing to fight, I’d be worried and unable to maintain our … companionship and – uh, actually! You aren't owed an explanation!” Debbie remembers who she’s speaking to.
“You kept my clothes, er.. some of them. I remember…”
“You have no right to come into my house and go through my things. You are dead! Nolan Grayson is legally dead. Cecil made sure of it. Everything under this roof belongs to me,” she adjusted her towel to conceal herself better.
“I will never lie to you again.”
“You’ve done your damage.”
“Decades. Centuries. Two thousand years of dogma and conditioning– and I falter now, because of you.”
Her hand moves to pinch the bridge of her nose; she’s shed enough tears in his name. “20 years, Nolan. Half of my life. Lies.”
“One percent of my two thousand years. Two millennia of indoctrination and regime, undone by twenty years with you. You, Debbie.”
“I can’t do this right now, Nolan. Not anymore. Your words are wind,” she stares up at his towering frame.
He hung his head at that.
“Then let me show you,” he says as his hands move to unbutton his pants.
The gall.
The gall of this man.
“You don’t get to come back here and use me as another hole to fuck!”
“Debbie-”
She backs into the bathroom and moves to slam the door in his face. But it doesn’t shut. It jolts back open, stopped cold by his hand clamped tight around the frame, unyielding. Bits of the doorframe splinter and fall to the floor from the impact with his fingers.
“Please,” he pushes his unbuttoned pants down his thighs, kicking them and his shoes off behind him. His cock sprang up in their absence. No underwear. Make sense. She didn’t keep any, and he never wore them under his super suit. His shirt was gone swiftly in the pile with the rest of his clothes.
She knew he could just rip it all off if he wanted. He was making a show of this. She wished it didn’t affect her. Her body betrayed her mind. She wished she wasn’t already aching for him. Muscle memory?
Before she could think, he was on his knees before her. Pathetic. Big man on his knees. Naked. Begging.
Debbie, for all that she has endured. For all the human strength she has mustered up to this point. Still, she wasn’t sure if she was strong enough to resist this.
Didn’t she deserve to feel good? After everything?
The most powerful single force on the planet. Brought to his knees. For her. Because of her.
“It’s always been you. You’re the reason I delayed my mission. My purpose. I’ve missed my wife. I– I need you,” Nolan reached for her.
She swatted his hand away.
Debbie was strong.
Not enough for this.
If this was going to happen, it would be on her terms.
She dropped her towel and grabbed a fistful of his hair.
He took in a breath. His cock twitched at that.
“Look at me.” He did. “This is not forgiveness. Understood?”
“This is not forgiveness.”
Debbie slung a leg over his shoulder and combed her fingers through the black and grey of his hair. She watched his eyes as she did this. Flickering back and forth between her face and her core.
She grabbed the back of his head and guided him closer.
He teases her with his nose at first, then finally dips his tongue between her folds. He growls at the taste of her. She gasps at the sensation. His hands move to her hips for balance.
It had been so long.
With his tongue, he searches for the pool of wetness at her center. He lingers there gathering it with his tongue to then carry it up to her clit. Working at it with tiny circles. The heel of her foot digs into his back.
He nudges her leg with his shoulder to spread her farther for him. He has missed this. He flattens his tongue against her and takes long, greedy licks. Lapping at her. She grounds her pussy in his face.
“Oh-“ her breath caught in her throat. She claws at his scalp.
“Fuck I’ve needed this,” he rasps barely allowing air time before latching onto her clit. He alternates desperately between sucking and flicking.
She was so sensitive. It had been too long.
“Nolan!” She yelps. Her hands search for the wall, the counter, anything to keep her upright.
He notices and reaches for a firm grasp on her ass. Selfishly, he could better secure her to his face this way. He held her there in a near-straddle over his face. It wasn’t enough. He sucked her clean of her wet arousal and prodded her entrance when he needed more. A torturous loop guiding her closer and closer..
He lifts her by the waist and properly places her on his face. Straightening is back, causing her foot to lift off the ground. Weightless. She was properly straddling his face now.
He fucked her with his tongue. Nose bumping her clit as he slid her across his face. He growled into her pussy. Debbie sobbed at the startling and pleasurable feeling.
Her pleas filled the bathroom.
“Nolan, I need more. I need all of you.”
“On my face first, baby.”
He latched onto her clit again. Holding her there. Working at it with a harsh tongue and a steady pace. She squirmed above him to no avail.
She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move as the warmth built in her core, then spread. His tongue was relentless. He took no pity on her in those final yelps of pleasure.
Only once he feels he’s had his fix does he lift her from his face. She braces for her feet to hit the ground, only to remain carried in Nolan’s arms. He steps to his full height and turns to the door.
Bridal style, he carries her through the hallway towards her room.
In her daze, Debbie looked up at him. He had this stupid content look in his eyes.
Once in, what was now only her room, he shuts the door behind them and places her gently on the bed. The room is dim with only the light of the moon to guide her eyes.
He stands beside her bed, his broad frame silhouetted by the outdoor light. Finally. He takes in the sight of her tempting figure laid out for him.
She appreciated the admiration, but she was impatient.
“Stop staring. Do you worst before the shame sinks in,” she says.
With that, he climbs onto the bed.
Her back arches into the bed when he sticks two fingers in her. His fingers curl up and he feels for the spongy roof near the entrance of her cunt. The palm of his hand hitting her already abused clit, eliciting moans from her.
She squirms against him and whines “Nolan, please just fuck me proper already.”
He removes his hand from her and positions himself between her legs. His cock stood red and ready for her. Precum glazing his tip.
“I needed to prepare you for me.. it’s been a while. I doubt Paul has as much size-”
“Enough!”
If he wanted to compare, fine, she would compare. Paul was gentle. Considerate. Constantly asking her “Was that okay?” or “Should we take a break?”
It reminded her of Nolan when they first got together. Except they were scared he would literally break her. The constant test to see just how far he could use his strength with her. Learning her limits.
Now, he knew them. All too well.
Nolan’s pace as he fucked her was relentless. The feel of her cunt molding to shape of him. She could feel to tip of his cock kiss her cervix. Each stroke never allowing recovery from the previous.
Usually to her dismay, he wasn’t as vocal as she would hope during sex, but in this moment, he let cursed groans escape his lips.
His hands were planted on the mattress on either side of her torso. Especially when she was laid beneath him, taking him like this, she noticed their difference in size. His muscle-clad arms caged her to take his cock.
She watched where his pelvis met hers and where his impressive size impaled her.
“Look at me while I fuck you,” he demanded so her gaze would meet his.
He sat up and took a mean grip on her hips to drill into her at a new angle. She was sure that where his hands met her skin would be bruised purple by morning. She fit him so well. Her cunt maintained a torturous grip on his cock. He wanted to fuck her loose. He wanted her to open up for him again and again.
“Fuck N- Nolan. Yes, like that! ”
“I wanna feel it. Please? Come on my cock.”
"Yes! Yes!" she yelps as her back arches off the mattress.
Nolan’s climax follows soon after hers in white hot streams. She whines as he releases her hips and removes himself from her.
He let her recuperate and steady her breath as she pulled herself back laying on her pillow. She closes her eyes and sighs to regain composure. She opens them when she feels the bed shift as Nolan crawls to lie beside her.
She turns on her side to face him.
“Gosh. Are you?” she looks down to see him still hard.
━━━━
He had her again and again multiple times that night. Debbie wanted it. She wanted to lose track of her orgasms in the way she only could with him. She went nonverbal. Her pretty little noises and yelps filled the room. He pulled the plug when he knew she was spent.
“More, I can take it!” she begged him.
“I don’t want you to go numb, Deb. I want you to be here and present with me. How about more tomorrow?” he got up from the bed and walked into her bathroom. She could hear the water running. The sink briefly, and then the bath.
She pouted. She didn’t want to give him a tomorrow. Tomorrow’s her was for being mad at tonight's her.
He walked out, holding a washcloth in his hand, dampened by warm water. He gently wiped the sweat off her face before moving to wipe his cum from between her thighs. She took the cloth from him and continued the task herself. He let her and watched as she did before throwing the used cloth in the laundry hamper.
He moves to lift her from the bed. Bridal style again. Like she was glass in his arms.
“You know you’re really treating me all sweet and gentle like for a guy who just fucked me through the mattress,” she looks up at him as she slings an arm about his broad shoulders.
“They don’t call me Omni-man for nothing.”
She scoffs at that, “Omnipotent man. All-man. Give me a break. Gentleness is a part of the manhood that you represent?”
He smiles at her playful tease, “It is when I’m with you. ‘All’ includes the dichotomy of man. The dichotomy of fucking you through the mattress and then drawing you warm bath to soothe your bullied cunt.”
She pinches his ear at that, a smile tugging at her lips.
He sets her down once reaching the bathroom, letting her feet hit the tile and allowing her to climb into the water on her own volition. She dips her foot in the water to find it at the perfect temperature and allows herself to submerge completely, lying in the tub. She sighs at the relief it brings to her sore muscles.
“I can go now.”
She sits up briefly to turn off the water.
“No,” she says and looks up at him through her eyelashes, “Get in.”
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