When Antony Starr teased that the "worst thing" Homelander has ever done was yet to come, he meant the revelation of Homelander queerbaiting Kevin for like 20+ years...
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : You show up at Kevin’s place like you usually do—what started as a simple, no-strings hookup arrangement. But lately things have been shifting. Kevin has been texting more often and finding excuses to see you, hinting that he wants more than just the occasional hookup. | drabble + porn with plot
You'd shown up unannounced, like always. No strings, no drama—just a mutual agreement. But lately, Kevin's texts had come more often, excuses that felt less like booty calls and more like invitations. Kevin had been waiting, his eyes lighting up the second you stepped through the door.“Hey, man,” he said, as he closed the distance, hands already reaching for your belt. “Couldn't stay away, huh?” You just shook your head, pulling him closer, your fingers tangling in his hair as his knees hit the floor. He worked your jeans open with, shoving them down along with your boxers. Your cock sprang free, already half-hard from the anticipation. Kevin's breath hitched, his gaze locking onto it like it was his first time ever seeing it. “Fuck, you're always so ready for me,” he murmured, wrapping his hand around the base, giving it a slow, firm stroke that made your hips buck. You leaned back against the edge of his massive fish tank, the glass cool against your skin, watching as he leaned in. His tongue flicked out first, lapping at the bead of pre-cum already leaking from your tip. “Taste so fucking good,” he groaned, the words vibrating against your cock before he parted his lips and took you in. He took you down further, cheeks hollowing as he worked more of your cock inside. You could feel the scrape of his teeth—just enough to send sparks up your spine—before he relaxed his jaw and pushed deeper, gagging slightly when you hit the back of his throat.
“Yeah, just like that,” you rasped, your hand tightening in his hair, guiding his rhythm. He hummed in response, the vibration shooting straight to your core, making your balls tighten. Kevin pulled back with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting his lips to your glistening cock. “You like when I choke on it? Makes me so fucking hard just hearing you moan.” His free hand palmed his own bulge through his trunks, but his focus stayed on you, eyes flicking up to meet yours with that intense, unspoken hunger. He dove back in, sucking harder now, his head moving faster as he hollowed his cheeks and slurped noisily. Spit dripped down your shaft, coating his fingers as he jerked the base in time with his mouth. You thrust shallowly, fucking his face, the sounds obscene—wet smacks and muffled groans filling the room. “Deeper, Kevin—take it all,” you demanded, and he did, relaxing his throat until his nose brushed your pubes, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from the effort. The pressure built fast, your abs clenching as the heat coiled low in your gut. “I'm close—gonna cum,” you warned, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he redoubled his efforts, sucking like he was starving for it, one hand cupping your balls and rolling them gently. “Do it,” he gasped around your cock, pulling off just enough to speak before plunging back down. “Cum for me—want it all over me.” That did it. Your release hit like a wave, your cock pulsing as ropes of thick cum shot out. You yanked back at the last second, aiming for his face, painting his cheeks and lips with hot spurts. The first jet landed across his nose, dripping down to his open mouth; the next splashed over his chin, mixing with the saliva already there. He kept his eyes open, locked on yours, a low moan escaping as more cum streaked his skin—white and sticky against his flushed face.
Panting, you milked the last drops onto his tongue as he stuck it out, catching what he could. Kevin licked at his lips immediately, his tongue darting out to swipe up the mess on his mouth, savoring the salty taste with a satisfied hum. “Mmm, so much,” he said, voice rough, as he dragged his fingers through the cum on his cheek and sucked them clean, not missing a drop. He tilted his head, lapping at the streaks on his chin with broad, deliberate strokes, his eyes never leaving yours. There was a flicker there—something deeper than the usual post-fuck haze, like he was memorizing the moment, holding onto it. You caught your breath, zipping up as he rose to his feet, wiping the remnants with the back of his hand but leaving a faint sheen behind. “That was intense,” he said softly, stepping closer, his hand lingering on your arm a beat too long. “We should... do this more. Like, not just when we're horny.” His words hung in the air, casual but loaded, the first crack in the no-strings facade he'd been clinging to.
pairing : bird-coded!supe!reader x The Deep (Homelander briefly shows up)
summary : You and Deep loathed each other and constantly fought, and Homelander decided it was enough. You two were now sent on a vacation, in hopes you two bond.. or finally shut the fuck up.
warning/tags : enemies to fwb (friends part is debatable), choking, blood, canon typical violence, reader is part of the seven, gn!reader, reader is really mean, MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, eventual smut, all characters depicted are over the age of 20, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it!), hair pulling, penetrative sex, subby deep, beach sex, deep fucks reader in mating press, reader THEN fucks him cowgirl style, blood play?, orgasm denial, masochistic!deep, lots of scratching, gags used
word count : 5.8k+
AN : sorry for taking so long, I’m a really slow writer!!! this was supposed to be a one shot smut fic but it quickly devolved into madness. If anything’s unrealistic, I’m sorry, I never choked anyone or had sex on a beach with my arch nemesis. My first time writing a fic (and a smut fic at that) so expect if things are amateurish 😭 anyway I think smut in my country is probably illegal so read it while you can!!
also I remember someone asking me to tag him when this fic would be finished so here you go, enjoy!! @faggotboyfreak
You and Kevin had… quite the rocky coworker-ship at first, let’s say. He didn’t hate you, in fact— he thought you were pretty interesting… and weird. The bird-like behavior creeped him out.
But that indifference started growing into disdain—when you started mimicking the sound of a Grindr notification every time you hung out around him and his wife, well—ex wife, Cassandra, so much so that she started thinking he was gay. His ex wife thinks he’s gay. She even fucking said it on the television!
You thought it was funny. He didn’t. He wanted to do something back to you, maybe even violent— but he was pathetic compared to you, in terms of strength. So he usually stuck to calling name-calling you, and that didn’t really fix your already crumbling bond that had a bunch of torn up bandaids stuck on to it.
Oh, another time, after you found out what he did to Starlight, you ate his precious octo-buddy. Right in front of him. Raw. Actually, you didn’t stop there. You kept eating his ocean friends— just to piss him off. You treat him like he’s your human punching bag, and now everyone at Vought knows you two loathe each other.
The hatred radiating around you two so much, to the point it was starting to bleed into your and his public appearances in media.
His side eyes. Your quick frowns that melted away like a candle near the sun. The brows furrowing when one of you opened your mouths to answer a question from that one pissy interviewer. It got so bad to the point that the paparazzi somehow managed to snap a picture of you and Kevin fighting!
Well, verbally. It hasn’t gotten physical… yet.
It was quite the passive aggressive game in the public eye, and fans slowly knew you were trying very hard to not peck his eyes out—
Which is why Homelander sent the both of you away on a vacation.
“You two need a break,” Homelander points to your chest, voice echoing throughout The Seven’s meeting room. “I need a fucking break! From… from all your head butting!” He rests his hands on his hips, staring at Kevin in irritation.. it’s like he was considering lasering the guy’s head off.
“I keep getting complaints from the PR department, that you two are a torture to handle— which you are, but you—Deep—need to man the fuck up and pretend to like your feathery friend here! Your.. pettiness is ruining our image.”
You crossed your arms, pinching the bridge of your nose. Kevin huffs, narrowed blue eyes staring at the floor.. and then back up at Homelander. “…Okay.”
He was just glad that he got to relax in a coastal place… even if it’s with the worst person ever.
You sigh out of exhaustion, wanting to get this over with. “How long is it? The vacation.”
“Three weeks.” Homelander says firmly, leaving no room for argument as he turned his back to you and Kevin, his cape following him. “Ugh, stupid fish bitch and barbarian birdie—“ He mutters under his breath as he swiftly walked away.
Great. Now it’s just you two.
“I… suppose I’ll start packing,” You turn to walk to your office, thinking of bring your sunflower seeds with you while on a trip to the ocean hell.
Kevin smugly chuckles as he walks besides you, “We have people for that, dumbass.”
“Yeah—well, sometimes I want to pack things I like rather than having some— some barely alive employee assume it for me!” You shout at him, pausing the walk in the middle of the empty hallway.
“Hey—you’re not going to get a Vemmy award if you loudly announce the fact that you like packing your stupid bullshit!”
“That’s not even what Vemmies are for—Just— fuck you!”
“Fuck me yourself!“ He ‘accidentally’ blurts out, his gloved hand immediately covering his mouth.
You blink your eyes, staring at the man. Kevin was suddenly glancing out the window, gazing at the view of the skyscrapers afar and whistling as though he was calm. He was not.
In all of your petty cat fights, he’s never… said something like that. Sure, he’s a pervert—and that’s nearly an understatement of how he acts around people, especially women. And he sure loves making himself seem more macho than he actually is, which means he constantly assures people and himself that he is totally the dominant guy in bed. But him? Wanting to be…. No. It totally was a slip up.
Why by you of all people? It doesn’t make sense, he hated you as much as you hated him! Which was a lot. But what he said felt… right. You simply didn’t want to show how much you actually like this one uncharacteristically raw moment of your chaotic relationship. So, to distract yourself—
Your hand goes straight to his neck, grip unrelenting as you pressed him towards the glass window—he chokes out a gasp, widened eyes flickering at you. Like a frightened deer. It was almost pitiful yet.. endearing, how nice he looked when scared shitless.
“The fuck you said to me?” Your talons dig into his neck, the sharp tips of your nails drawing blood. He yelps, “Nothing— it was… uh, the wind!” He smiles nervously, avoiding looking into your eyes. He had gills, yes, but for a moment he felt like he couldn’t breathe..
You narrow your eyes at him, brows furrowed, faces impossibly close, the tip of your noses touching, then you finally let go—red dripping from your nails onto the marble white floor. He let a sigh of relief, shoulders drooping as he gingerly touched his neck. Jesus, he’s never felt so hard in his entire life.
“Trying to flirt with me?”
“…No?”
You ignore his answer, “Don’t do it again. Ever.” You grunt, turning away and proceeded to walk back to your office through the hallway. Shit, that method didn’t distract you as well as you thought it would.
Meanwhile, Kevin just… stood there. Leaning against the window, trying to collect his thoughts. And all he could think of was how he wanted your hands on his neck again. How he wanted to feel your nails dig into his skin again.
Fuck, this is the first time in his life that he looked at someone without thinking about what they could give him sexually—the first time he accepted the scraps of physical touch of what someone had to give him, even if it was intended to be violent. The first time pain felt so good.
Whatever. With the way you reacted, he supposes he’ll tone down his ‘accidental’ flirts. He never thought about considering other people’s feelings until now.
“God, I have it bad…” He runs his fingers through his brunette hair, currently ignoring the red dots punctured into his neck. And his raging hard on.
- - -
Golden sand stretching across the shore, waves rolling and crashing. The sky shined in light orange. It was a private beach, so of course people weren’t around. Not many, anyway.
Kevin shifts his gaze from the view outside the window, looking over at you who was sat in a couch watching some shitty Vought-made sitcom. You two had just arrived to the beach house, after a flight of six hours— and tired out of your minds.
He decided the best way to relax was to take a short swim in the sea, but… it’d feel so empty without someone by his side. Oh, and he knows he can’t interact with any sea animals in the sea too— without the risk of you trying to eat it.
Guess he’s stuck with you, whether for the best or the worst. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath. “Hey,” He calls out to you, walking into the awfully sea themed living room and sat next to you on the squeaky couch. With distance, of course. He still.. kinda hated you. He doesn’t know, since the last interaction.
You pause the sitcom, TV remote in your hand. “…What?” You tiredly blink at him.
“Uh,” He pauses, scratching the back of his neck as he sat back into the couch. “Ever swam before? Or the idea of it pisses you off?”
“…Once. In a swimming pool.”
“A swimming pool? Come on, dude. They’re a fucking mockery of what it’s like swimming in the sea!” He chuckles, though deep down he would’ve loved to drown the person who invented them.
“You’re seriously comparing.. water? To water?” You raise a brow, crossing your arms. Only this man would be offended at the most useless things ever if it was directed to his ‘precious’ ocean. Ahem, the dolphin truck incident said enough.
“No, one is artificial and pathetic. One is natural and beautiful—a life changing experience! But of course your birdy ass wouldn’t get it.” He scoffs, looking away from you.
You suddenly come to a realization, face palming. “Are you trying to get me to swim with you?”
“…Uhm..”
“Deep, fucking tell me or else I’ll—”
“Fine—fine, I am! It’s not like you’re enjoying watching that bullshit anyway.” He points to the paused sitcom on the TV screen. You huff, damn it… he was right.
“Just… join me.” He hesitates, “Please.”
Looks like plans of toning down his ‘flirts’ were thrown in the bin already.
You simply throw your head back, groaning— “Get off your ass and swim, then. I’ll come.” You nod, pinching the bridge of your nose. You couldn’t be that mad about it, though. You two were sent here just to stop quarrelling all the time.
He smiles, those soft eyes lighting up at your acceptance— even if out of annoyance. “Kay,” He stands up from the couch, jogging up to the window and slid it open, hopping outside through it as his feet touched the ground—Feeling the salty breeze immediately hit him, the heat of the sun felt on his skin.
“Oh my fucking god,” You whisper scream to yourself, burying your face into your hands. He ignored the door right next to the window.
- - -
Seagulls flying across the candlelit sky, black silhouette of moving boats and jet skis on the horizon. The bright orange sunlight hitting your skin— the sound of foot steps crunching on the sand as you two reached the shallow waters of the sea. Submerged in water till your knees.
He gasps at the sight of a tiny little orange blob stuck in the sand, “What the..” he carefully scoops it out of the sand, the orange blob laying on his flat palm.
You tilt your head, “..And that’s?” You trailed off, curious.
“A baby octopus!” He giggles, shifting closer to you. Then he realised it was you he was talking to, and immediately backed away—narrowing his eyes at you.
“That’s right,” You hum, wiping the sweat off your forehead from the sun’s heat torturing everyone on sight. “Keep that thing away from me. Disgusting.”
“It’s just a baby!” He exclaimed, sighing out of exhaustion before setting the orange blob off, away onto the waters—shaking his head. “This is why we can’t get along. I mean, you’re a screeching flying maniac— and I’m a relaxed guy who cares about his ocean friends!”
“Acting like Homelander isn’t a screeching flying maniac too? Pffft, you really love choking on his dick.”
You cackled, slapping his shoulder as he nearly jumped out of the water from the force. Man, fuck you and your super-shit strength, he thought.
“Yeah, but he favours me and.. well,” He trails off, shrugging. “I can’t pretend that he does the same for you.” He crouched down to settle down in the low clear waters.
“You’re delusional,” You rub your temples, looking at the pouting man below you. “I.. uh, suppose he’s bitter about the fact that he isn’t the only man in the sky anymore,” You observed— deciding to sit down next to him, crossing your legs as you grab a shell from underwater and fiddle with it.
He pauses, scratching his chin for a second—before immediately nodding. Though, he did not say anything, incase Homelander heard him shit talk. But we all know that he does not care enough about Kevin to be this extreme.
Silence grows between you two, gazing at the sun standing high above all. It wasn’t sunset yet, and you two could spend all the time here you wanted. Whether you and him calm down and have a civil conversation, or it be a screaming match.
But the rivalry was fun, friendly or not.
The salty breeze hits your face like a slap— the seashell nearly falling from your hands, before you closed your fingers around it tightly. “Hey, were we talking about fish, weren’t we?”
He turns his gaze from the sky to you, “Octopuses are actually mollusks, but.. yeah?”
“Yeah yeah, whatever—May I kindly ask,” You pause, “What on god’s green Earth was going on with the animals in the Cambrian period?”
“Stop being mean, they were trying shit out!” He covered his mouth, trying to stop a laugh from the mean comment. You smile wryly, resting your chin in your palm.
“How do you even know that? I mean, no one around here… in The Seven really care about fish. Especially you of all people.” He pondered, fingers playing with the water boredly.
“Birds eat fish,” You simply state, “And I need to know what kind of bullshit I’m eating.” You fidgeted with the cone shaped seashell before dipping it into the water to wash off the stuck sand.
“Uh, fishes from the Cambrian period don’t exist today—but sure. Nothing makes sense when I’m talking to you.” He shakes his head, “You don’t even know what baby octopuses look like.”
“I’m not a fuckin’ marine biologist, sorry.” You tiredly retorted, staring at the cone seashell in your hands. “This,” you held the greyish-blue shell between the pad of your thumb and your index finger, “Kinda looks like your eyes.”
“Mhm,” He hums, pretty eyes glancing at the shell before gazing away—down somewhere stupid like.. sand. Fuck, he was so cute. Why did he have to be such a pathetic loser?
“I’ll keep it—“
“Don’t!”
You pinch the bridge of your nose, narrowing your eyes at him. “And why the shit not?”
“Because—because hermit crabs really need those types of shells!” He tried to reason, though it’d be hopeless trying to make you care about some menial fish. “They’ll die if they don’t.”
“Oh, fuck off. I’m just this close to respecting you, and now you have to be petty about wanting to keep a shell for my memory sakes?” You barked, shaking your head. Standing up from the water, slipping the blue shell into the pockets of your shorts.
He stammers, “You’re leaving already?” Sad eyes look up at you, brows furrowed.
“Yeah, I need a break from you. And a shower too.” You turn from him, walking away from the shore as footprints were left in the sand back to the beach house.
He looked over his shoulder, before exhaling deeply and buried his sweaty face into his gloved hands. He really wanted to say ‘Without me?’ in response to the shower comment, but you would’ve done something worse than choking him. Maybe he wanted worse.
But the worst thing he’s heard from you, is you being ‘this close to respecting him.’ Yeah, no one in or out of Vought respected him— he was just the diversity hire fish guy. After killing a few humans who laughed at him here and there, sure, people sort of stopped being so vocal about it… but he could still feel their annoyance and utter lack of care for him. He couldn’t handle that, being treated like a joke.
That all changed when you joined The Seven. He respected you, shockingly. Yes, you treat him like a punching bag, but for once in his ‘awful’ life, he had someone else to focus on other than himself. He could finally stop pitying himself for mistakes and crimes he’s done to other people—all he thinks about is you. He can’t stop thinking about you, even prior the choking incident—he can’t stop thinking about hurting you, about crushing your face to the back of your skull, about licking your blood off his hands, about your hands around his neck, about having your nails scratching against his back as your legs were wrapped around his waist—
He shakes his head, his fingers curling into his hair. “No, no no no—“ he utters to himself, glancing at the reflection of himself in the water. “What the fuck am I...” He groaned.
He should not think about that. You just said that you were almost going to respect him! That should piss him off, not make him want to prove you right!
He looks up at the sky, dark hues of orange and purple mixing together like water colours. Looks like It’s finally sunset.
He crosses his arms against his chest, still sitting in the same exact spot— and tries to listen to the rhythmic crashes of the waves, the seagulls screeching like usual, instead of.. whatever the hell his brain is doing. He didn’t want to be in the house the same time as you.
- - -
You step out of the shower and into the awfully sea themed bedroom—shutting the door behind you. Pulling your white robe on—tying the ribbons together loosely. You slid on the sandals as you walked up to the bed, which had your towel lazily thrown over it.
As you wiped the excess water off your face, you look out the window—seeing Kevin still out there. Sitting on the sand, probably looking into the reflection of himself into the water like the self obsessed bastard he is. Maybe he’s thinking about something, and you really wondered what fish-brains was in deep thought about to sit outside in the hot summer evening heat for thirty minutes.
Or an hour. Who knows, you weren’t keeping in check with the time.
You slide open the window, hopping through it as your feet touched the sandy grounds. You feel the salty breeze immediately hit you, the heat of the sun felt on your skin. God, the weather really sucked—already feeling yourself melting.
Golden sand stretching along the coastline, waves crashing against the shore. The crimson shimmer reflected across the dark waters, the red sun shining with a blueish-pink backdrop. It was late.
Kevin, who was uncharacteristically idle, was starting at the sun. It had to remind him of the dots poked into his neck—fuck, why did everything have to remind him of you?
He shook his head, resting his chin on his knees as he simply closed his eyes to just… ignore everything for a moment. Ignore you, and this horrible but addicting bond.
“Deep?” You call out, him immediately turning his head to look at you.
“Uh— umm, yeah?”
“You’ve been sitting here for an hour. What’s wrong with you?” You roll your eyes, sand crunching as you walk up to the man. “Not even swimming or anything—just on your ass like usual.”
“Wow. You’re shocked that the Lord Of The Seven Seas is relaxing at the beach?” He glares at you, crossing his arms as eyes glance back at the red sun slowly being enveloped by the indigo sea. “And I’m not in the mood to be around you. I don’t wanna spend fucking years here with the person I don’t like.” He lied to himself, but also said the truth. His feelings were complicated, you and him together were complicated!
“Weeks, idiot. And don’t call yourself that, it sounds embarrassing.” You correct him, huffing as you also sit down next to him on the sand—with a bit of distance between you two. He scoffs, “Feels like years with you.”
He side eyes you, though his eyes travel down to where your robe reveals just enough of your shoulder. At this point, he was slowly starting to not care about how strangely attracted he was to someone that he abuses and is abused by daily.
You roll your eyes again, sitting back and exhaled deeply. “I should’ve killed you a long time ago,” you coldly stated.
His eyes widen, head snapping towards you. “The fuck’s wrong with you?”
“But now it’s too late.”
“Huh?”
You hum, brows furrowing. “The.. way you’ve been acting around me recently. Almost never looking me in the eye. Not calling me names like you used to. Being slightly kinder than usual. Like you’re walking on eggshells.”
He shrugs, sarcastically saying. “Maybe it’s because you tried to choke me to death?” And he also liked it.
“We tried to kill each-other multiple times before that.”
The entire time you were trying to confront him, it was just skirting around the fact that he loudly yelled that he wanted you to rail him. You never mentioned it—he never mentioned it. Maybe you two wanted to do more than punching each other’s guts out, but god is it not taking years to just admit that?
“Deep, just…” You mumbled to yourself, “Tell me the truth, why you’re acting like—“ You gestured to him entirely, “—this towards me!”
He leans closer, narrowing his eyes. “Back off.”
“You’re the one leaning closer!” You point a finger at him.
He suddenly places both of his gloved hands on your bare shoulders, shaking you. “I don’t even want you, not as much as you think I fucking do!” He lies.
“Then tell me, what you feel! I am sick and tired of assuming all your bloody thoughts—“
“I can’t stop, can’t stop thinking of you. I need you on me. Just… your hands on me, holding my neck like you hate me.”
You roughly exhale, eyes slightly widening as you shift your gaze from his shy face to the rolling waves of the ocean.
“I’m.. I’m sorry, okay? You deserve better than me. Someone that loves you. We’re not supposed to do more than just… cause headaches for everyone in Vought, but I can’t fuckin’ help it.” He stammered, fingers digging into your skin. He never apologizes, and he feels so helpless—but maybe he liked feeling helpless around you. “I can’t stop thinking of you— of it. I need too much from you, and I want you under me goddamnit!”
You gasp, eyes going back to his face—him breathing deeply as though he was drowning in his need for you. Resting your hand atop of his, shifting closer to him. “As much you’re like the dirt under my nails,” He raises a brow. You smile wryly, “At least you’re.. useful for something.”
Just like that, his restraint shattered into pieces. You won’t walk for a week. Hell, maybe he won’t walk for a week too.
He groans, suddenly pushing you down to the sand and untying the ribbons holding your robe together. “You’re wearing nothing under this?” He whispers dumbly, shivering under the touch of your naked legs wrapped around his waist. He was so pathetic for you.
“How else am I supposed to wear them, dickhead—“
He silences you with his lips to yours, and you curl your fingers into his brunette hair—his lips so familiar it made you want to scream. You moan into his mouth—tongue sliding over his, while he grinds his hips into the warm space between your thighs because of his fucked up need for you.
“Yeah,” He sighs, slightly pulling away. “Look at you, acting like a whor-“
And the next thing he feels is teeth biting his bottom lip so hard it bleeds. “Shit— oh jeez,“ He shouts painfully, gloved fingers brushing the blood off his busted lips. “What’s next, you’re gonna stab me while we fuck too!?”
You grunt, fingers leaving his hair and trailing onto his arms—pushing his hand out of his face, and steering them down to his belt that was surprisingly, not unbuckled. “Maybe, if you don’t shut up,” You murmur, undoing the gold belt impatiently. You had to remind him who’s in charge here, and it definitely wasn’t him. But god, feeling your arousal spike up seeing him on top of you felt so wrong but so right.
Your eyes widen seeing his hardened cock spring out—already leaking, and you start to realize why he has an ego the size of his dick. Who wouldn’t?
He smirks, his tone smug as his voice brushes against your ear. “Gonna stare at it all day or what?”
Your eyes shift back to the sky, your face warming up. “Just—just shove it in already!” You wrap your arms tightly around his shoulders, burying your face into his neck. Fuck, he wasn’t supposed to make you feel like this—feel flustered!
He shrugs, grabbing your thighs—spreading them wider, whimpering pathetically as his tip slips into you. You grit your teeth, raising an eyebrow at the utter noises coming from him. “Are you always this loud?”
“No— not… not always,” He stutters, wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. Fingers digging into the sand, as he roughly sinks into your warm wet walls—letting out another whiny moan right into your ear. Like he was the one getting fucked instead of you. His voice almost made you explode.
You arch your back, shivering, feeling him throbbing in you, hands splayed against his neck as you rest your forehead against his—eyes closed like you two were lovers and not enemies.
“God, you feel so good,” he praises, your hands travelling to the back of his neck. “Yeah? Then shut the fuck up and start movin—“
He interrupts you with a sharp slam of his hips, rutting against you desperately while you cried out in pleasure with your eyes flicking open. Hands clinging to his neck and shoulders for dear life.
You couldn’t even think—process that the man you hated the most was inside you, just stupidly staring at it slide in and out with a squelchy sound each time.
Your fingers go up to yank his hair and bring his face closer to yours, “You… fuckin’ devil,” and he was about to whine again—but your lips swallowed his noises of desire, licking and kissing the crimson off as blood dripped down his chin. His fingers trace your jaw, nooses smooshed against each other, hips still drilling into you like a machine.
As you two pull away from the rather bloody kiss, a red string of saliva connecting you and him—he pauses his mindless thrusting. Exhausted sighs left his red, messy, kissed and flushed lips. His felt his lower lip burn and sting, but every single wound he took from you felt worth it, and so did this one.
He glances at you under him, panting deeply but licking his crimson off your lips—ankles lazily crossed over his back.
“Tired? Already?” He quickly started pounding into you again, wanting to see desire and want cloud your eyes and make you go blind for him.
Every time his cock hammered into you, skin slapping against skin, extracted a carnal cry from you—practically fucking your ego out of you. And Kevin liked that, how good he made you feel. How loudly he made you moan. How your legs locked around his lower back even harder.
“Fuck, you’re so deep…“
You moan his name over and over again, brows knitting together—eyes widening when he slams into that one sweet spot and clench around him. Your fingers curling against his back with sharp nails digging through the green shirt and scratching his skin once again—leaving him gasping.
He leans to your un-touched neck, kissing down from your pulse point up until your jawline.
“Your neck—” He lightly nips at the red smeared skin, “It’s.. five kisses long,” You let out a whine, trying to hold yourself together so you don’t just… combust all over him. Why is he saying the cutest bullshit ever, while balls deep in you?
Since you thought he overtook you long enough, your fingers latch onto his shoulders—completely flipping him over, underneath you, back to the sand while you now straddled his cock. He pouts, bucking his hips into you. “No, please,” he pleads, gloved hands climbing underneath your robe and groping at your waist desperately. Yeah, you just blue-balled him, and that pissed him off—but he was too horny to even think about being mildly annoyed at you.
“Oh god, please, I’m so close—“
“Not yet.”
Shushing him, you shrug your robe off your shoulders and slowly move down him—but not fast enough to get him off. He kept letting out cries and moans, whining about how you should go faster, fingers digging into your hips so hard it leaves marks and dents, and kept looking at you with those poor little eyes.
“Please please please please please please—“ He begged as he threw his head back, eyes becoming teary from both pleasure and frustration.
Rolling your eyes, you slide his glove off his hand and yank his hair—pulling forward and stuffing the glove into his mouth as a makeshift gag. He still let out a shameless, loud cry, though muffled.
“Can’t be quiet, huh? Fucking brat,” You pant as you slam down against his cock, and he bucks into you even harder, your knees shaking.
“You—you really wanted me to fuck you this badly?” You tease, fingers grasping his chin, and that question leaves him nodding his head. Yes, he wanted you to sleep with him. But he was becoming greedy, and he’s not sure if you’re wanting to like him.. love him, even.
Of course you’d never like him, but at least he had a pretty face and pretty eyes that’d roll back and pretty moans and a pretty neck that you could wrap your hands around. The pad of your thumbs brush against tiny dried circles of red on the skin, him shuddering at your touch.
“You’re so easy to please,” you breathlessly say, his fingers capturing yours and intertwining them together while his other hand was busy digging bruises and marks into the fat of your waist.
Needless to say, he was getting close—by the way his pupils were blown, every whine even escaping through the glove, hips bucking every time you bounced up and down on his dick—ass slapping against his thighs. Your hips stutter, you were close too.
Hands leaving his neck, you pluck the glove out of his mouth, eager to hear how loud he gets when nearing his climax. Mouth gaping—groaning loudly, “Oh, fuck—you’re so amazing,” he mewls, fluttering eyes watching you ride him with a quickened pace. “Mmm… I—I think I’m—“
“I said, not yet.”
Interrupting him by sliding your thumb into his mouth, him sucking on it like it was a lollipop. He was sucking it way too well, actually… maybe Cassandra was right… whatever, you didn’t care at the moment.
“Huh… guess I should’ve fucked your mouth first,” you tirelessly huff out, chasing your high with your other hand grasping his shoulders—wet walls clenching around his twitching cock, his eyes rolling back and closing them shut.
Tutting, you slam your hips down harder, his eyes fluttering open as he let out a mewl—wet thumb leaving his mouth with a pop as you grab his chin and pull him forward. “Don’t close those pretty eyes,” you lean in and rest your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent, muttering into his skin as you pump yourself onto him.
“Wanna look at ‘em before I—“ Your release tears through your body, interrupting your words with a heaving, deep gasp—biting into the already marked skin of him, just to have ahold of something, someone—leaving him whimpering. His eyes glaze over your panting, shaky figure atop his, arms hugging your waist snuggly.
God, to see you like this—the hands that tried to choke him now gently laying on his shoulders, that mouth that always spouted insults at him now softly biting and kissing his neck, those legs that’ve kicked him in the back of his knees now intertwined with his, just to see you relax on top of him. It was a nice break from all the biting, scratching and man-handling.
His voice, shakily asks, “Can… can I—“
“Mmhm,” You hum softly into his neck, approving.
He pants as his hips thrusted into you—head tilting back into the sand, exposing his marked and scarred neck further.
“Marks,” he demands, “leave marks.”
Not like anyone else would see them anyway.
You smile against his neck, kissing his pulse point before your teeth clenched his flushed skin once again.
That’s it, that’s all it took for when he finally carves his hips into yours—nails now scratching your back, moans of praise now being carried along in the salty winds forever, feeling him hit that sweet spot and spill into you, fill you whole like no one has—dick twitching and sopping with cum, heat prickling at your stomach.
He closes his eyes, breathlessly muttering, “My god,” he felt your teeth graze his pulse, lifting his head back up to look back at you. Lips and teeth leaving his ravaged neck, you get the energy to sit up straight—still inside him, connected to him. Right as you were about to lift your hips up, his hands slid down to your hips—slamming you down onto his dick.
“What the—“
“Please,” He pleads, “Just—just stay with me. I.. wanna savor this.” He whispers. “Even if you hate me in the morning, I want this to last.”
You huff, placing your hands onto his sweaty shoulders. “And why would a horndog like you want this to last, huh?”
You lied, raising an eyebrow at the overly clingy behavior. You knew why he was like this with you. He was exactly like this with Sage, and whoever else gave him enough attention for him to get off to. Even if most of the attention you gave him was nothing but pain, blood, and tears, he would eat it up like a starving dog.
He didn’t answer, and he didn’t want to. At this point, he didn’t care if you and him were enemies, or if this news spreads around Vought, or how it went from night to day, or how sunny it is, or how the glare is hurting his eyes, all he wanted was for you to—
“Kiss me.”
He says, as though it was his first time kissing you.
You roll your eyes, leaning in closer anyways, “Gonna boss me around now?”
“No, I just want you to—”
your fingers grab the back of his neck and pulling him into the deep kiss, arms now wrapped around his neck—hands hugging your waist nicely. He giggles in between the kisses, “God, you’re kinda fun to kiss,” You slightly pull away from his lips, a string of saliva connecting your lips together.
“I f ucking bit you, and you’re calling that ‘kinda fun’?”
He chuckles against your lips, resting his forehead against yours.
“Well.. I guess you were keeping me on edge?”
“…Fuck you.”
“You already did.”
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