prompt ! : x-men boys react to the porn hub intro playing from your phone .
⋆｡° ✮ : SCOTT SUMMERS / CYCLOPS .
It doesn’t click at first. The gears in his head barely turning as he stacks papers. Once he realizes, his head snaps to you with confusion. His lips tight in a pout, “What’s going on..?” he asks, as you hold back laughter.
“Sorry! Didn’t know my volume was up.”
He’s frowning now, “Why are you watching porn in the middle of the day?” “Scott!” you shout, and he chuckles in response.
“How do you know it’s porn?” you ask, crossing your arms and he lets out another laugh, leaning his head back. He goes back to stacking papers, completely ignoring your question in the process.
“Well?” you push, stepping closer and leaning your face in front of his work, watching the blush build up his cheeks. He presses his hand against your face, pushing, “I think everyone has gone there at least once..”
“Just once?”
“Ooookay, enough questions, I have work to do, like a normal–”
“Non-porn loving—”
“I said!-- Normal, person.”
⋆｡° ✮ : WOLVERINE / LOGAN HOWLETT .
“So, you’re crazy.”
“Huh?”
He’s sitting on the other side of the couch, beer in hand as he shakes his head at you like a disappointed father. You frown, like you don’t understand, “I didn’t know my volume was up..” you whisper, and he just laughs. “Suuureee. Watchin’ porn like some sorta freak when I’m right ‘ere.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
He takes a big gulp of his beer, before setting it down on the table in front of him, crossing his arms.
“Why watch dicks n shit like that when I’m sittin’ right ‘ere?”
You should’ve expected this, from a guy like him especially. “So, what? Am I supposed to watch you?” you ask, setting your phone down, and scooting a bit closer to him now, watching his lips curl into a smile.
“Sure, why not.”
⋆｡° ✮ : GAMBIT / REMY LEBEAU .
His eyes widen before he just grins, his shoulder bumping against yours as he peeks at your phone, “Ohhh, is it any good?” he simply asks, like this was a normal event. You seem more shocked than him, “Are you crazy?”
“Ah?” he says, confused– pointing at himself, “Me?” he laughs out. You nod, “Yes you!”
“Gambit ain’t crazy, Cher, just curious what my love is into. I think that’s pretty normal, no?”
You stare, “I mean, well, yes. But you’re not shocked that I’m just, watching porn…?”
“Gambit watch porn all the time.” he replies, “What!?” you shout, “Now you’re just hurtin’ my feelings, Cher…” he says, pouting.
“Sorry! I just, do you… like, actually..?”
He crosses his arms, thinking for a second, “Yeah, I do. Gambit like porn, it ain’t like I jerk it to it all, it’s like a challenge to find which one look like you.”
“That’s.. Actually sweet,”
“See? Gambit ain’t no weirdo! I just like to see porn that remind me of you, Cher.” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and grabbing your phone as he does so, “But.. Gambit don’t want you watching porn ‘bout no other guys.. Y’here?”
You giggle in response to his antics.
⋆｡° ✮ : DEADPOOL / WADE WILSON .
“Well, well, well, we got Ms. Goonette over here. Let me guess, backshots? Creampies? …Jacking off videos…?” he says, awfully loud as well.
You hold in your laughter as you attempt to stay to the script, “I didn’t know it was turned up!” the eyes on his mask gets bigger, “Oh I’m sure, princess. Next time make it louder so I can hear the cheeks getting clapped– Seriously, this shit is crazy.” he laughs out.
You push him a little, just tossing your phone onto the couch. “Throwing evidence?” he says, sucking his teeth, “Yikes,” you slap his arm, “Shut up.”
He holds his hands up, as if surrendering, “Look, we all watch porn! No shame, no gain they say,” “That’s not what they say–” “I don’t care! What I do care about is what were you watching! I’m really curious.”
You pout, “I’m not showing you any of MY porn,”
“YOUR porn? Fine, fuck it, I won’t show any of MY porn–”
“Your dick is hard.”
“I’m a simple guy.”
“Okay, freak.”
“Damn, tryna make me cum already?”
a / n : miss thang wrote this at 1 am — sorry if this is SHYT !!!!!! but i love it :3c
-> smut/nsfw, afab! reader (has a pussy, no pronouns used), brat! reader + brat tamer! scott, mating press + overstim
Scott loves fucking the attitude out of you.
The minute you get just a little too bratty he gets this sort of smirk on his face that tells you just one thing: you fucked up.
Next thing you know, you’re pinned beneath him in a mating press with his cock stuffed deep inside of you. He has his thumb in your mouth, your lips wrapped around it while he bites at your neck.
“Shh, quit being so loud.” He teases, “this is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
You mumble something incoherent around his finger, spit threatening to leak from the corners of your mouth. He pops his thumb up, replacing it with his mouth, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.
The pace he’s set is deep and brutal, every thrust has him bottoming out inside of you and stretching you so perfectly. You whine and clench up around him and still Scott keeps going.
“It’s too much,” you whine out.
Scott only grins wickedly, snapping his hips harshly into yours. “Where’d all that attitude go now, hm?”
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Warnings: male reader, top reader, no D/S roles, anal, riding, praise kink, premature ejaculation
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Giving him the reigns always ends up following the same route: Scott sits pretty between your legs, eyebrows furrowed as your cock glides through his tightened fists. His lips will part and his tongue will poke out while the erotic visage of your length disappearing and reemerging within his grasp steals his attention. Precum begins to overflow, sliding down your shaft and over his knuckles. The distinct sound of wet skin rubbing against wet skin drowns your minds in a pleasant haze, and you can't stop the smile that comes from noticing how red the tips of Scott's ears have become. Then, once he's satisfied with how slicked up you are, he'll position himself in just the spot where your tip comfortably nudges against his entrance; a prelude to the pleasure about to come.
Trembling thighs rest on either side of your hips, his pelvis hovers above your dick as he strokes it a few times, attempting to push the tip inside. Your guidance is gentle, letting Scott control how soon he sinks down on your cock and when he begins to bounce on it. Fingers rest on his waist, and he sighs contently, finally feeling the stretch of your length entering his body. It's kinda cute when just the tip is enough to make your lover gasp and tighten his hold on you, regardless of how many times you go through the motions.
Like a lock and key, Scott's body opens right up after the initial penetration. He braces himself on your chest, working further down your length until the stretch coaxes out those airy moans that drive you wild — that delicate “Ah~ ooooohh god…” under his breath. The one that never fails to make your heart skip a beat and your dick throb.
Scott surely notices too. His hips find their rhythm, easing another inch or two deeper inside, then growing impatient and taking you in full with one determined plop. The sudden depth of your cock earns a reaction from each of you: with Scott's thighs squishing your body between them while a deep, triumphant moan falls from his lips, and your back arching as you chase more of his soft insides that massage your dick at every slight movement.
“Ah– that didn't t-take long– nngh…” you manage through gritted teeth. The atmosphere is quickly filled with pathetic panting, and with the increasing pace of Scott's ride, you're just shy of sticking your tongue out like a dog.
All that erratic movement has caused the top button of his shirt to pop open, and just a glimpse of his chest hair peeking out through the opening makes you drool too. Your hand slides up to that spot, groping him while your hips snap upwards, causing him to gasp and meet your thrusts with an equal amount of vigor.
“That's– ghn… feels nice…” he hums, grinding his hips in all directions, stirring up another wave of searing hot pleasure as you feel every inch of him squeeze around your length and watch his cock leak precum onto your stomach. “Ahn–!! Aah… hitting just the right spot–!!”
The overwhelming pressure that's built up inside you grows stronger, until it suddenly snaps — your cock squeezes as deep as it will reach and your warmth fills Scott's body unexpectedly. Tears that you didn't even notice quickly flow from the corners of your eyes, which only makes you feel more embarrassed…
“S-sorry–! That wasn't… haah… the plan–” you wheeze between breaths. You want nothing more than to crawl under the covers and hide until this feeling passes, but your lover is all too eager to push your limits.
He hastily grinds on your cock, determined to milk you for all you're worth. “Babe- that was- need to see that again…” he says with a determination that's usually reserved for saving lives or something of equal caliber. But right now, he's using that energy to crush your pelvis beneath his greedy self, only giving a cocky smile when you tell him that you just came.
Pleas and cries fall on deaf ears. You didn't even mean to cum yet, and now it seems like you're going to be here until you have nothing left to give…
Cyclops boyfriend who literally plucked you out of the ocean after a shipwreck. You’re just so little and pretty. He’s never seen anything like you. You can have whatever you want. His entire island is a paradise and he can ask the Gods for more if you need it. You’re his greatest treasure.
He doesn’t understand why you wear so many clothes. It’s so perfectly warm! Come on just take off your shirt • ( Please? No no he’s not trying to just look at your tits but… yeah he does want to see them.
Yes he knows he’s too big but maybe you could just… touch his cock? Just a little? Yeah yeah just wrap your arms around it entirely and jack him off. After he really wants to try to lick your little clit. Please? Please please? He’ll make you feel so good. He promises
Warning : unrealistic strong magical flower aphrodisiac, claiming, mating, possessive monsters, major size differences, dub con on all, establishing relationships, anal and vaginal sex 18+ MDNI
A/N: Thank you all for the support I didn’t proofread
Summary : Exploring the Forest was dangerously stupid, especially since you were so unprepared. You were banished from your home in the castle, sent to fend for yourself the best you could. The only place to find even the least bit of shelter was in the forest, the place where your family warned you since birth to stay clear of. But you had no other choice, it was either be chased down by the entire village, be eaten alive by the hungry big cats or burn in the extreme heat. The forest was large, ginormous purple and blue trees shading over the entire sky. It would be a beautiful sight if you weren’t actively running for your life. You run for hours, and still the tree lines don't grow any thinner. You need to rest, you know you do. You know that you were being chased, but your exhaustion overpowered your desire to survive. The call of sleep beckons your senses to a large fluffy flower bed, a comforting sight with an elegant rich smell that seems to ebb your aching muscles with each step. Maybe if you rested here you’d be safe. Maybe.
ORC
When you opened your eyes it was daylight, soft shades of light blue and pink mixing in the beautiful sunrise sky. You had survived the night…but why did you feel so awful?
“So, the pathetic human whore finally woke up.”
You sprint up in an instant, warm body heaving. Your skin felt claustrophobic, you felt overly heated, too cramped between your thighs. You had no strength to fight back against this giant green woman towering over you. You bite your bottom lip in fear, tremors of sweat pooling down your browline. She was massively tall, and her skin was mossy and grey. She was muscular, toned body that looked like a hand crafted stone statue. You weren’t sure you could stand a chance.
“Do you speak?” She squishes your cheeks together, rough callouses on her fingertips scraping against your sensitive skin. “You’ve been dripping on my shoulder for hours, had to put you down.”
“Wha..” you clear your throat, it felt hollow and itchy. “What do you want from me? My gold?” You start to strip yourself from your earrings, jeweled necklace and your crown, you toss it over to her before hugging your legs in defeat. You were starting to feel unbelievably weak. “Take it, I don’t need them anymore anyway. What value do they even offer me now?”
You tearfully look up at the woman, her expression quizzically mocking. “If you’re going to kill me, get it over with..I’m in so much pain already, you’ll only be doing me a favor in the long run.”
She laughs, counting the many micro jewels embroidered on your necklace before she comes behind you. Gently, she ties it back over your neck, making sure to be gentle before giving the chain a sharp tug in her fist. “You humans are weak. You’re hurting that bad huh?” She chokes you with your necklace, pulling you into her toned lap.
“Yes..” you gasp, dirty fingers rubbing up against the slim chain around your neck to try and pry it off. “Please—“ you choke, “please help me…”
The woman peels your underwear to the side, sniffing lowly in the air when your scent pierces her nostrils. You smelt desperate.
“If I help you, I keep you. Do you really want that?” Her fingers hover over your sex, you can’t help yourself from unconsciously nodding out.
“Please— please, yes, I don’t care. Please help me..”
She flips you over in a swoop, your soaked shaking legs twitching on her strong shoulders. She spits on your folds, grinning ear to ear with a shit eating smile when you curl up and whine. She’s quick to pull you up to her lips, large tusks digging into the fat of your ass. You honestly couldn’t care anymore. All the pain and heat in your pussy overpowered any of your senses. Her tongue was fat, a nice warm slimy pad that covered your tiny clit whole before she sucked it up in her mouth.
“Oh gods-! Oh gods!!!” You flail in her embrace, her large arms caging you in so you don’t fall. “Please don’t stop!!’” You scream when her tongue enters you..ugh fuck, you’ve never felt this full. You had no idea you could even be this full. When you get rid of the pent up stress inside you, you’ll be tied down to her forever. Well, it’s not like she planned on letting you go anyway.
OGRE
Your eyes fuzzily open, your water lines felt extremely itchy and dry. You were suspended, your weak warm body hitching up and down on a hard surface you couldn’t quite describe. You only remembered the last moment before passing out, a pretty cluster of blue flowers before you knocked out cold. Did the villagers finally catch up to you? Were they taking you back to have you executed? Or maybe one of the big cats caught you for a quick meal. You let out a low rasp..your entire throat was burning, you wanted to scream for help but the thought alone made you shudder. You twist and turn, legs squishing together as you try to get away. You felt so warm and weak, like you had a fever. You mumbled a soft cry, a plea to whoever or whatever was carrying you would take pity and leave you alone.
“Stop squirming.”
You twitch when a deep gargled voice echoes under you. Your sensitive skin was flaring, and you couldn’t help your wetness as it dripped from your clothed cunt when you finally lifted yourself to see who was carrying you.
A strong greenish woman, massive and round with a spiked club in hand. She was massively tall, spikes in all directions decorating her armor. She was most likely going to kill you, and while It wasn’t the time to have such lewd thoughts about your potential execution, your body kept betraying you to submit to her touch.
“Where are you taking me!? Put me down please!” You kick and stir on her large shoulder, whining at the intense warm feeling between your thighs. The woman abruptly stops, a low groan gurgling from deep in her throat.
“You talk too much,” she growled, lifting your poofy dress over your rear. She placed her large finger over your clothed heat, holding in a gruffly laugh when you squeezed your legs together.
“Ohhh-“ you breathe in a sharp breath at her intrusion, it felt borderline painful how badly you needed some sort of relief.
“I was taking you to my home village, we have cures for stuff like this.” She hauls you off her onto the spiked wet grass below, a smug expression on her chapped lips “seems like you’ll be just fine on your own, huh?”
“Wait- I-“
You’ve never begged for anything in your life (well, besides your life when you were about to get executed), you’ve never needed to, your family spoiled you rotten, but you could admit that without this strange woman you’d probably be as good as dead hours ago. You tug her large calloused hand when she turns to leave, a river of tears streaming down your puffy scarred cheeks. “Please, don’t go,” you plead, shaking eyes darting around the endless stream of dark trees around you. If this ogre wanted to kill you, she would have done so sooner, right? “I’m sorry, please forgive me,” you lower your head to the grass, on both your hands and knees as you beg forgiveness. The woman stares at you for a long time, a pondering expression that makes you nervous. She effortlessly lifts you up again, it’s like you were a ragdoll.
“So you want my help?” She smirks, rubbing her large hand behind your head.
You nod, helpless babbled words mumbling out your throat. You were so hot between your legs, it was burning… “please, I don’t think I’ll make it, please give me some relief..” you were like a broken record, repetitive implores that left you involuntarily. You’re flipped over the ogre's large shoulder again, this time she rips off the excess fabric from your big frilly dress. It was almost painful how spikey the cool air felt against your heated skin. She rubs her large fingers over your clothed slit before pushing your panties to the side. She gathers your arousal, rubbing silk like goo around your throbbing clit. She surprised you when she rubbed one of those large fingers over your anus, using your juices to help her slip inside the tight rim. She pushes her index in your pussy, simultaneously, growling when you scream into the crisp air.
“Gods—!” You twist in her embrace, weak body tumbling limp against her when she starts to pump her fingers inside you. The stretch was insanely hard to take, and you were soaking her whole hand up.
You let out a frenzied scream of curses, nails drilling into her meaty shoulder when her fingers rub against inner sensitive skin. You kick and squirm, and she can’t help herself from giving you a firm slap on your ass to keep you in check.
“Maybe I’ll have some fun with you,” she smirks, lowering you on top of her lap before she pulls her garment like underwear to the side. She was dripping, dark green folds puffy and irritated. She spreads your legs, kissing her clit to yours before she grinds your hips against her. “You would mind that, right?”
WITCH
Cushion..could it really be that you were laying on..cushion? Was everything all just a dream and in reality you were still safe in your bed in the palace? What a relief…
You tossed and turned with your eyes closed, even if your body felt like fire, you were just glad that the awful nightmare you had was finally over.
“Charles, my nightly water please? And some medicine, I’m feeling a bit under the weather. “You mumble against your pillow, saliva pooling down your lip as you clench your legs together.
…
…
“Charles?” You hum quizzically after minutes of silence, finally peeking your sleep filled eyes open to a dimly lit cold room. Your bedroom normally has a few candles lit in the corner, and your balcony was always open since you liked to watch the villagers run around and play with lanterns before going to bed.. but this place, this place you were in was horribly small. It was dark, so terrifyingly dark that you couldn’t see anything past the singular candlestick hanging on the wall next to the rugged bed. The walls looked mossy and tarnished, cracks and chipped wood showing off its old age.
“You’re finally awake,” a soft voice from the corner of the room immediately drew your attention, you cling to the old blanket around you, a tall woman stood in the corner of the room, skin as green and faded as old grass, hair long and chopped covering her face. She was monstrously tall, so tall that she reached the ceiling and had to hunch over.
“You’ve been whining in your sleep all night, it’s quite intoxicating.” The woman steps closer, and you can’t help yourself from tucking yourself into the spongy mattress from fright.
“You poor thing,” the woman rubs her slim fingers over your sweat filled cheek, her lips etched in a thin frown. “I’ve been looking for some ingredients to make a tonic, but I’ve run low on supplies, you must be in a lot of pain right now, huh?”
She takes your silence as a sign to continue, she stands beside the bed, rubbing your wrist. “I said,” you feel something hard tighten around your wrist and ankles before wrapping around the bed frame. “You’re in a lot of pain right now, right?”
You nod helplessly, biting into your now bloody lip. The woman gives an eerie grin, she chants something under her breath, and in an instant your dress and undergarments disappear like powder. You feel the bed creak and turn, slimy tendons erupting from under the bed before rubbing all over your sore overheated body.
“Wait! What’s happening — oh-!” You moan into the room when the tendons curl around your pebbled nipples. One drips into your mouth, spreading your lips apart before sinking inside. Two more rub around the rim of your ass and your dripping entrance before pumping in. Your toes curl, hips bucking up against whatever was inside you.
The woman hums, a pleasant expression on her face as she heads for the door. “I’ll go buy some more supplies to make that tonic, in the meantime, you should get acquainted with my friends.”
“You’ll be seeing them quite a lot.”
CYCLOPS
The mix of cool air and your aching body stirred you awake immediately. The area around you was cold, dim, empty, the only sounds you could distinguish were the slow pitter patter of large water droplets dripping towards the hard ground. You felt awful, body sore and rigid. There was an uncomfortable sensation between your legs, a warm feeling, the only kind of warmth you’d get in a cold dinghy place like this. If you could see a bit better you’d assume you were in a cave of some sorts. Maybe an animal dragged you away whilst you were sleeping for dinner…you needed to leave immediately.
you curl up to your knees, ready to run but your ankles fail, dropping you to the hard ground.
Your body was scorching, you could feel the cold air attack around your skin, desperately trying to cool you down to no avail. You pant out in small frenzied bursts, clutching fearfully in between your legs to rip at your overbearing large puffy dress. Your thighs were a honeyed mess, a heating pool of arousal that drooled down to your ankles. And your cunt felt so suffocated, it was driving you mad. You break free of your garments after a crazed struggle, letting your petticoat, dress and corset fall onto the cold floor. You part your thighs, unable to see the gooey string of your silk but you could damn near feel it dripping out of you like a waterfall.
“Human beings are weak.”
Whimpering, you pull your arms over your chest in fright, too scared to turn around and meet whoever’s booming voice that shook the walls around you. The voice rumbled in a few loud chuckles accompanied with loud crunchy footsteps that vibrated your entire body as they drew closer. “Immune systems, very weak.”
You’re elevated off the ground in an instant, you wanted to fight back, you really really did, but your body felt so overwhelmingly weak and hot. A soft moan escapes you, you try to wiggle away but you just can’t seem to find the strength, then, the dark space begins to glow. A dancing candle on the wall reflecting off sharp limestone. A woman, a giant woman with features you’ve only heard about in your books held you in your palm. Her expression was gentle, a surprisingly comforting touch that eased you instantly. A cyclops. A beautiful one at that…she was muscular from what you could see, and her large form almost reached the cave ceiling. She was massive..and so elegantly tender as she held you.
“I will help.” She whispered, her colossal finger rubbing across your head. Her hands were almost half of you, bigger than anything you’ve ever seen. You shudder, moaning out in pain from how hot you were. You’d be embarrassed by your indecency but at the moment you had much more important things to worry about. The woman rubs over your head, under your chin, and between your breasts. You shiver, croaking out whimpers of desperation as you grind yourself into her hand.
You feel like you’re drowning when her finger probs at your entrance. She hesitates, but slips the tip of it inside you. Something that would normally hurt felt so good, so natural that it glided inside with ease. You cry out, wrapping your legs around her digit as it sways through your body.
“Little human woman needs to be careful.” She stated, smiling softly when you curl up when she thrusts her finger at a different angle. “Blue flowers here are poisonous, not good for you humans.”
You cum around her, arousal pooling down her palm and onto her thick wrist. She blissfully smiles, turning you over so you can grind yourself against her large calloused thumb. You hug yourself to her nail bed, thrusting your desperate hips rhythmically against her rough skin. She admires your form from above, peeling open your folds so she can get a peek inside your gaping hole.
“Such cute human,” she laughs “I’ll take care of you..”
DRIDER
Your wrists were burning..even in sleep you could feel the sharp sting of a string like object wrapped around you, thin sharp lines digging into and irritating your sensitive skin. Was this finally it? Did the villagers finally catch up to you? You were far too afraid to even open your eyes. The village that you once loved and put your everything into betrayed you after mindless rumors. Execution was far too extreme. Couldn’t they have locked you inside your room? The dungeon? Anything would be better than running for salvation in the forbidden forest,
You weren’t made to survive in this place, you don’t understand how anyone could, and here they were, about to execute you…or at least “someone” had caught you, it was very quiet.. where was the blaring angry crowd?
Testing your courage, you peek open your trembling eye, nervous liquid spilling down your dirty face as you whimper silently in fright. You don’t see much at first, but when you finally blinked away the tears, eye boogers and haze from your eyes you wished you were dead. You’ve heard of the Drider species in school. Your old childhood teacher had taught you about different species since you learned how to read. Driders were known for their vicious nature, they were man eaters, dangerous beasts who teased and toyed with their prey. Was that why this one was looking at you so strangely? This Drider in particular wasn’t anything like you’ve seen drawn in books. Normally they were depicted with abnormally vulgar faces, lanky bodies and smelt terrible.. but this woman in front of you was nothing like that at all. She was lanky, yes, and her face wasn’t anything human, not that she was one, her hair stretched out to her torso, white and curly threads covering her eyes and cheeks. She smelt like a warm pastry.
“You’re finally awake, sorry for the unpleasant makeshift bed. I didn’t want you to fall.” The creature smiles, her long teeth poking out from her suspiciously sweet smile “maybe I should have woven a thicker thread..here we go.” A long white string shoots out from her before she starts tying you up with her many pointy legs. “I saw you laying on the ground in those flowers,” she whispered hoarsely in your ear, sharp nails tracing over your collarbone “you smell so sweet up close like this. I couldn’t really resist.”
“I hope you can forgive me.” Words fail you, only a gentle shaky moan escapes you when you feel her slender finger on your stomach. “Ive heard you humans are extremely sensitive to those poisonous substances. I believe they’re called the pheromone flower? Maybe I should help?”
“Would you like that?” She kisses your cheek, a large imprint of her black lipstick evident on your skin. She overlooks your fidgeting limbs, biting into your neck as a strange liquid spills from her mouth. “That’ll help reduce some pain, it’s a relaxant, it should help the throbbing down there soon,” she grips your chin, smiling sweetly at your dazed expression. “But, in the meantime, maybeI can help you relieve some tension?”
You can’t help yourself from nodding at such an offer, not when you feel so morbidly tingly between your legs. She takes charge immediately, slim boney fingers prodding against your folds. She’s careful, a tender gentleness with the pad of her thumb as she circles your pulsing clit in tight circles.
“O-Ohhh—“ you shake against her, wrist tugging and turning against the sticky thin strings underneath you. She clicks her tongue a few times, finger twirling over your soaked pearl with gentle ease
“I know,” she whispered, a perfect imitation of mock sympathy ringing on her playful tongue “I know— it’s ok, let it all out~”
A long squirt coats your thighs after she helps you reach your peak, you both moan out in shock, she laughs, folding your folds open to the strong cold air.
“Good girl!” She praises, twirling her index finger on her webbed string before her long nail slides clean off her finger.
“I don’t normally cut them down, but for you I’ll make an exception.” She sticks her thin finger inside you, it was cold and boney, but gods did it feel good inside you when she pumped it up and down.
“I think I’ll keep you,” she hisses, cold breath fanning across your tense shoulder, “wouldn’t you like that?”
I saw the trailer for Marvel Rivals Season 8 and was hyped that Scott was coming to the game. But then they showed the posted of him with a beard, dishevelled in ripped jean shorts. And it unlocked something in me. And by unlocked something inside me, I mean it let me out horny jail. Enjoy this mix of angst and smut.
CW- MDNI, 18+ only, mentions of wounds and unknown torture, a lot of crying, unprotected p in v (wrap before you tap irl), sucking Scott off.
Word count- 2,610
Your leg vibrated faster as you sat on the bench outside the X-mansion. After your last mission, Scott had been kidnapped. The team had looked for him desperately in the following weeks and months but there was no sign of him. Logan had told you to try and move on but you couldn’t. Jean kept getting hints of his whereabouts, brain activity that kept your hope alive. And they found him. One random Thursday night, they found him. Barely breathing, lying in an abandoned warehouse with a fading heartbeat.
But he was alive. Just as you knew he would be.
The familiar roar of the Blackbird got louder as you saw it flying closer. The trees swayed before straining to remain upright as it landed on the vast field in front of the X-mansion. You stood up and rushed towards it despite how hard the force of the air pushed you back. The roaring lulled into silence as the door lowered to the grass below. Slowly, Jean walked out with her arm around Scott’s back to help support him. His arm was draped loosely over her shoulder. Dark facial hair framed his cracked and bloodied lips and gave his hollowed cheeks a more drooped look. The ruby glasses that protected his optic blasts were smashed. You could see his sunken eyes were closed behind them. A large blanket and a foil blanket were wrapped around him though they didn’t hide the torn and grimy X-Men uniform underneath
“S-Scott?” You managed to whisper.
“(Y/N)... Is that you?” Scott asked in a strained voice. His free arm outstretched before him as he blindly tried to find you. You stepped closer, holding his hand in your own before gently placing it against your cheek.
“It’s me… I’m here.” You replied. Scott’s hand slipped out of your grip. He trailed along your shoulder and around your shoulder blades before pulling you close to him. The usual cologne he wore was replaced by the smell of blood and sweat. Jean let go of her hold on Scott as you wrapped your arms around his waist. Despite how he had wasted away, his grip on you was like a trap ensnaring you.
“Scott, I believe it would be best if you come back to the med bay so I can ensure your vital organs are functioning correctly and can monitor hydration levels.” Beast said as he stepped out of the Blackbird behind you both. Scott pulled away and turned to the direction of Beast’s voice.
“Hank, I think I just need a night in my own bed.” Scott replied.
“I insist you follow my directions just for tonight. I would prefer not to risk further internal damage.”
“I agree, love. Just tonight so we know you’re ok.” You agreed.
Scott turned back to you. He knew you both were right but… Scott shook his head.
“I don’t think I can deal with being in another hospital bed tonight.” He said in a voice far smaller, far more scared than you’d ever heard from him.
You met Hank’s eyes and his furrowed brow.
“My friend, I promise I would never-”
“Hank… Please.” Scott cut him off. You looked between the two before steeling yourself. You knew deep down Hank was right. Scott could be bleeding internally and none of you would be the wiser. Another part of you, however, wanted to be selfish. You wanted Scott to be back in bed with you.
“I could take care of him tonight.” You suggested “Dress any obvious wounds, ensure he eats and stays warm and hydrated. And he can get checked out in the morning? If anything happens, I’ll run down the hall to your door immediately.”
Hank grimaced. You could see the internal debate in his expression. He didn’t know the extent of Scott torture any more than you did.
“This is against my better judgement but… Alright. But the second something goes wrong, you come grab me straight away.” Hank relented. You smiled brightly, thanking Hank repeatedly as you wrapped Scott’s arm across your shoulders and began trudging back towards the X-Mansion. Or, in Scott’s case, limping. Jean and Beast stayed only a few steps behind you two.
Scott sighed in relief as he felt the hard wooden floor beneath his feet. The smell of wood polish was a comfort already to the beaten down man. You reached your shared bedroom quicker than expected. You wondered if it was your worry of getting Scott seen or his own desperation to be in bed. To be home.
“Lets get you showered and get those wounds seen to, ok?” You said as you manoeuvred yourselves into the en suite. You helped Scott sit down onto the toilet. You turned back to the bedroom to grab his casual ruby glasses.
“I can shower by myself.” He replied. You handed him the glasses with a frown at the statement.
“Scott, I know you can, but I want to help you.”
“I appreciate it, my love, I do. But I’d like some time by myself, just to gather my thoughts, ok?” Scott finally looked up at you. You couldn’t fully see behind the ruby quartz lenses but you could see the outline of his now opened eyes. Your face scrunched in concern and frustration. But you turned to start the shower. Cold water hit your palm first before it began warming up.
“Fine. But I’ll go make you some food and get the med kit while you shower. And you better call for me if something happens, ok?” You said, finally giving in. Scott smiled, grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles with a gentleness you had so missed while he wasn’t with you.
“You’re an angel you know that?” He replied as he slowly rose from the toilet. You kissed his cheek as he rose to his full height. The tickle of his newly acquired beard was new and made you giggle slightly. You closed the door behind you as you went off to grab something for him to eat.
You came back a few minutes later with a tray of soup, a grilled cheese sandwich and a warm cup of tea. You held the tray with both hands though one hand also carried a first aid kit. Scott was sitting on the edge of the bed, drying his hair with a towel. Though his lower half was covered by a second towel, his torso was bare. Fresh wounds littered his body. From small, insignificant cuts that seemed to be healing to larger slashes across his back that were still slightly exposed. You winced at the sight. He looked towards you with a soft smile.
“I got your favourite. Didn’t want to bring too much in case you made yourself sick.” You explained as he took the tray from you.
“Thank you.” Scott replied before looking down at the food.You sat down beside him. The steam from the soup began steaming his glasses before he took a spoonful to his lips. At first, he just sat there, relishing the taste of it. The next moment, he was devouring the soup. Each spoonful brought to his lips was gulped down quicker each time. He took big bites out of the grilled cheese as if it was trying to run away from him. You watched in both horror and confusion until he reached the bottom of the soup. Scott exhaled as his body went slack.
“I’m never taking soup for granted again.”
You laughed at the absurdity of his statement.
“Now will you let me clean your wounds and bandage you up?” You asked, holding up the meds kit. Scott pulled a face but nodded. You shifted behind him, intending to start on his back. Gently, you cleaned the wounds with antiseptic wipes. Scott hissed and flinched every so often but you gently shushed him. Apologies fell from your lips each time, even with feather light touches. You moved onto his front. A gasp escaped you as you saw the extent of green and purple bruising around his chest. But you averted your gaze, keeping intense focus on his cuts. You placed plasters on the smaller ones and gauze across the large gaping wounds before wrapping pristine white bandages across his chest. Scott stayed as still as he could as you encircled him with the wrapping. He sagged again as you tied the bandage off.
“That should keep you tied over until the morning. Get it? Because I tied the bandage?” You tried to crack a joke to break the ever weighted tension in the air. Scott huffed out a laugh and cracked a smile. But you knew there was something else on his mind. His hands, just as calloused as ever, travelled up your arms. Goosebumps followed their wake until they reached your cheeks. You nuzzled his palms before pressing a kiss to each. You looked up at him, meeting his intense gaze.
“You were the one that kept me going, you know?” Scott said “Even as they slashed me, kicked me down, smashed my head into concrete. I kept thinking of you. I couldn’t leave this world until I saw you again.”
His words tugged and pulled at your heart strings.
“I knew you’d return home eventually.” You replied. Scott’s hands wandered down to your shoulders, gently pushing you down. The springs of the mattress creaked as you laid on your back. Scott, only for a moment, hovered over you before pressing his body against yours. His face buried in between your breasts with hands gently rubbing up and down your sides.
“I’m home.” He whispered. On instinct, your arms wrapped around his shoulders and neck. Your fingers threaded through his unkempt brunette locks.
“You’re home, my love. You’re safe.” You whispered before leaning down and planting a kiss against his roots. Vibrations rippled through your body. Slow at first but they built up. Scott’s head trembled against your shirt. It was only then that you clocked the shaking breaths and slight sobs. Your arms wrapped around his head, holding him impossibly close.
“Let it out.” You gently encouraged as you kept stroking his head.
Scott Summers, the brave leader of the X-men, rarely cried. But when he did, it was as if he was crying out every single negative emotion he had been holding in until that point. You could feel the tears soaking through the cotton of your t-shirt and onto your skin. His arms wrapped around your bac and held you closer. He was afraid you would disappear and end up an illusion in his fractured mind. But you were as real as he was. The mattress beneath you was real. He could feel the weight of you in his arms. Your fingertips against his scalp were real and the rhythmic movement calmed him. Slowly, his breathing evened out. He was safe.
Finally, he was safe.
Scott looked up, holding his glasses in place. You smiled down at him, warm and inviting. He moved up your body before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You kissed him back but he pulled away quickly. You cupped his cheeks, stroking along the cheek bones you so admired. Scott leant forward and pressed another chaste kiss. And another. And another. Only on the 5th kiss did either of you remain their for longer. It was like kissing Scott for the first time all over again. Knocked teeth, trying to match each others movements but failing. But he picked the rhythm back up. His warm tongue entered your mouth, retracing every tooth and crevice inside. Scott's confidence built as a whimper escaped you. His moan was swallowed by the kiss. He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours as his pants ghosted your skin.
"We shouldn't go further, love. I... Don't want to hurt you." You whispered. Scott shook his head as he raised himself up on his hands.
"You won't hurt me. If anything, you'll heal me." Scott replied in a hushed tone as his cracked lips brushed against your soft neck. He planted heated kiss after heated kiss as he went lower down your torso. A kiss ghosted your soft belly before you hurriedly removed your top. Your bra followed swiftly. Nipples perked in the cool air as Scott kissed the waistband of your jeans.
“Please, my darling?” He practically begged.
You bit your lip hesitantly. Half of you wanted to stop, wanted to hold Scott close and ensure he was alright. But… It had been so long since he last kissed you. Since you last made love.
A simple nod was all it took for Scott to undo the button of your jeans. You wiggled your hips as he lowered them down to your ankles. Your underwear followed suit.
"W-Wait." You hesitated as his head went to dip between your legs. Scott lifted his head with a quirked up eyebrow.
"Let me take care of you, handsome." You whispered. With gentle hands, you shifted Scott onto his back. Starting from his cheek, you worked your way kissing down his body. Every scar and bruise received the lightest kiss you could place on him. The closer to the towel's edge you got, the more prominent his erection felt against your skin. Only one tug was needed to free his erection from its white cotton prison. Across his thighs were further scars and blooming bruises. But his cock was unharmed.
You kissed from ball to tip, each kiss more tender and full of love than the last. At the tip, you engulfed in your wet, welcoming mouth which made Scott's head fall back in pleasure. Slowly you sunk his cock inside your mouth until your nose brushed his pubic hair.
“Fuck…” Scott muttered under his breath.
You bobbed your head up and down. Saliva coated his cock and dribbled down to the sheets below. Scott’s hand nestled on the back of your head. Without thinking, he pushed you down harder on his cock. You sputtered, choking as his tip touched the back of your throat so he let up. A wet pop sounded echoed in the room as you panted. His erection slapped against his abs.
“D-Darling. Get on top.” Scott begged.
You obliged without hesitation. His thick thighs straddled either side as you grabbed his cock at the base. Slowly, you lowered yourself down onto him. He stretched out your unprepared pussy but the stretch was delicious. A sign he was back where he should be. His hands settled on your hips as he guided your movements. The grind of your hips was slow at first to help you adjust. Scott groaned with every movement.
“Am I hurting you?” You asked between pants. Your hands clutched his chest as you bounced on him with determination to getting you both across the finish line.”
“N-No. you could never hurt me. But -Ah!- I’m already so close.” He replied as his grip tightened. Faster and faster you moved. Wet slapping sounds and panting echoed from your shared space. The tightness in your stomach snapped as you came with a cry. Scott fucked up into you before finally groaning. Long and strained. You could feel his cum painting your insides more than he ever had before.
Scott panted hard before his chest crashed against yours. His face buried into the nape of your neck. Every pant exhaled warm and wet against your skin as you held him closer. Slowly, Scott pulled out of you. Cum leaked out of your pussy as your thighs trembled from the pleasure.
“Don’t let me go, Scott.” You mumbled as your arms encircled him.
you cannot tell me scott isn't a munch. i just know he eats it good 🥰
☀️ anon
🤍 He iss! i really believe so.
Especially after missions or a long day all he’d want by the end is to be between your legs for hours. He did not care if it’s messy or if his jaw got tired or how much you pulled and yanked his hair, though he secretly loved that part.
He’d lick each crevice like he was trying to memorize it. And he loves to use a finger or two and reach that one spot that got you arching like crazy while licking your sensitive clit because sometimes that would make you squirt. And god, did he love that too. And, when it did happen, it’d get all over his face and visor which he loved to lick clean with his eyes closed. He’d lick every drip that came out, wipe his lenses on the bed and put his visor back on and go right back to eating you out like it was nothing. It drove you crazy.
He doesn’t care how he gets it. You at the edge of the bed while he’s kneeling in front of you? Yup, now he can jerk off while eating you out simultaneously. You sitting on his face? Now he can blissfully and nearly suffocate under you. From the back? Perfect view…
One time he even did it in the kitchen. It was so risky but it only made him hornier. It was such a rush.
Lips numb, face red, hair messy… it was a pleasant sight to see.
By the time he’s done his face is drenched and smells slightly like …you. It’s so embarrassing if it’s the morning because even when he washes his face there’s still a faint smell and Logan will always pick it up and make some snarky comment.
“Smells like you already had breakfast, Summers…” He’d mumble not even looking up from his cup of coffee. Scott always ignored him but smiled at you, stupidly.
He’s such a munch & he just doesn’t care what anyone says about it, like at all.
Can you write for Scott Summers x female reader smut ...... kind of. Scott and fem reader are in an already established relatinship, and during a fight they get hit with a gender-bending mutation. Thus turning Scott female and Female reader into a Male reader. While they are waiting for the mutation to wear off they decide to have sex in there genderbent forms.
So its Fem!Scott first time with Male!reader. Perhaps even awakening some bisexuality/wanting to get pegged after they change back in Scott.
BODYSWAP!
⤷ where scott summers swaps bodies with you after a mission!
# 3.5k~ smut ! x fem afab reader , body swap , sex in eachother’s bodies , p in v , handjob , fingering , oral , mention of pegging , not proofread , no use of y/n , sub scott(?)
a/n: I misread this as a body swap thing and I only realized 2k words in I deeply apologize
marvel masterlist follow for 1k event!
Yesterday’s mission was normal. Stop some evil mutants, stop some damages… and get hit with some absolute bullshit of a power by some dumb fuck.
You and Scott were the only ones out of the group who got his by it. You felt a little lightheaded but everyone was tired so you just assumed it was that. And either way it could’ve been lots of things! Low iron, not drinking enough water, etc, etc… 100% not whatever you got hit with!
When you guys got home, it was late and you guys were glad to have some time off finally after a hard days work. The two of you fell into bed, quickly falling asleep and clinging onto each other.
But when light crept through the blinds covering the window, things felt off. Scott was the first to wake up. He quickly realized that his sleep mask wasn’t on anymore so he kept his eyes closed as he reached to the nightstand to grab his glasses, putting them on and getting up out of bed, assuming they slipped off in the middle of the night
Scott was still half asleep since it was early morning, meaning he hadn’t fully opened his eyes yet to realize he didn’t have his mutation. He put on his glasses and made his way over to the bathroom, and when he opened his eyes…
…what the fuck?
You woke up from a scream coming from the bathroom, jolting upright and opening your eyes only for lazers to come out of them. They blast a hole through the wall, making the brick crumble as you shut your eyes.
“Fuck! Jesus, what the fuck?!” You said with an unsteady breath. You quickly realized how different your voice was as you took a moment to try your hardest to process what the hell was happening.
Less than 30 seconds later, you hear footsteps in the room. “…Scott?” …There’s a soft shaky exhale as they stepped closer, but that breath sounded like your breath. You didn’t know what the fuck was going on.
A hand gently places itself on your hand, and you definitely don’t remember your hand being this different from usual.
“…hey..”
…
What the hell? Where the fuck is your voice coming from? You did NOT speak just now.
“What…. What the hell?” You managed to say, your voice- no, not your voice, Scott’s voice was shaky and weak.
Whoever was in front of you gently put a pair of glasses on your head, and when you opened your eyes, you saw yourself staring at you. It was like looking in a mirror. You. Yourself. Right in front of you. Tinted red from these stupid fucking glasses.
You backed away, crawling back onto the bed and shoving the blankets down to look at your- …Scott’s body. His feet, his legs, his stupid bulge cause of course he had morning wood (technically you did), his waist, and his goddamn pecs and abs.
“…what’s happening? What the fuck?! What are you doing in my body?!” You said, staring at yourself as you threw a pillow at whoever or whatever was in front of you.
“Hey it’s me! Fuck it’s me- it’s Scott!”
….Scott.
In your body.
With you in his.
“…Scott.” “Yeah?” “…what happened to us?”
The room was filled with silence for a few seconds as you two tried to process what exactly was going on and if this was a dream you can wake up from.
You decide to slap yourself across the face, shouting after you did so, expecting it to be a dream and to either wake up from the pain or to not feel anything and realize you’re dreaming “GOD! Oh fuck… that hurt…”
Scott quickly grabbed your hand checking his own face for damage. “Why’d you do that?! It’s my face!” “I don’t know I thought it was a dream! Fuck….”
Scott sits next to you as he looks at his body in front of him, and you do the same. “…do you think it was that thing we got hit with yesterday?..” “yeah…”
“…we need to go see Charles or someone I dunno…” “yeah we do.” You both got up out of the bed, dressing each other in clothes you guys usually wear so it didn’t seem noticeable to people passing by. Scott kept noticing your bulge, well, his bulge technically in your boxers “…you might wanna deal with that..”
“…god.. why the hell did I wake up with a boner?..” You said, adjusting the boxers on your body “it’s called morning wood dumbass, you’ve helped me with it like five times probably.” Scott said, his usual tone still obvious in your voice. “Yeah I know but… fuck, I dunno it just feels odd…”
There’s an unusual silence between you two, clearly because you guys never thought you would be in this situation. “…so how do I deal with it?..” Scott huffed and rubbed his head before he answered. “Just like… wait for it to go down or jerk off or something.” “Yeah cause I’ve totally done that before.” You said with an annoyed huff. “It’s the same as you touching me just do it.” “But it’s different because I can actually feel it!”
Scott stared for a few moments, thinking before he reluctantly moved closer. “…fine.. okay?” He said as he pulled his own cock out of the boxers and looked at it. He was used to seeing it when it was on his body but looking at it made it seem massive. Especially compared to your hands.
He reluctantly wrapped his hand around it, letting out a shaky breath as he slowly started stroking it. You moaned softly, pressing your forehead against his as he touched you. This all felt so odd. You both were technically touching and being touched by yourselves but… it felt arousing.
Scott felt a slight tingle in the pit of his stomach, his breath picking up slightly as he stroked up, down, up, down, over and over again. Fuck, was he getting turned on by himself right now? He couldn’t stop staring at his length and marveling at how big he felt in your hands. This is how you felt every time? No wonder your hands were always on him.
The feeling of your own hands moving against his dick felt so fucking good. You were moaning and pressing your face into his shoulderblade and his neck as you whined when his thumb brushed against his frenulum, your moans getting louder and louder. “F-Fuck.. fuck Scott… feels so good- holy shit…”
Scott was squeezing his thighs together and shifting now. With each moan he could feel himself growing wetter and hornier as he increased his pace, making you get louder. “O-Oh shit! Fuck- fuck Scott ‘m gonna cum..! Scott..!~” When you came, you let out an ecstatic moan as he pumped you slower, watching as ropes of cum spurted from the tip.
The two of you sat there panting, the cum cooling on Scott’s hand and your abs and thighs, technically your hand and his abs and thighs. Scott’s panties were absolutely ruined and soaked. He can’t believe he got so turned on from jerking himself off. He’s only ever thought that he likes girls, he’s never entertained the idea of liking dick or liking guys. He seriously needs to think about what this means.
“fuck Scott… that felt so good…” you mumbled, huffing against his neck as you pressed a kiss at the juncture between his neck and his shoulder, making him squirm and moan softly. “…Scott?” “..mhm?” You sat up slightly to look at his face, seeing how your face was flushed and he was clearly out of breath. “…you alright?” You muttered before your eyes trailed down his body and saw a bit of sweat drip down his neck and how you felt a bit of wetness pressing against your thigh. He was so fucking wet right now.
“…Jesus Scott.. it turned you on that much?” “Shut up..” He mumbled, trying to cover his face. “C’mon Scott it’s fine! This is what happens to me whenever I get turned on by you! You’re sexy, it’s no wonder you find it hot.” You said, pressing kisses to his face, making him shove you away. Your dick was still out and it was pressing against his leg, making him more aroused even though it was soft right now.
“…Scott I can help you with it… y’know since you helped me…” He looked up at you, a bit nervous before he reluctantly nodded. You pulled him close, kissing him and giving your body hickeys in the spots you knew were sensitive on your body, making him whine and try to worm away from you slightly. You moved to where you were sitting upright against the bedframe and he was on your lap facing away from you. Your head was on his shoulder as your hands ran down him, feeling up your own body. “Y’know, I think I realize why you like doing this so much.” “Just.. just be quiet and help me okay?..”
…you’ve never seen Scott this submissive. He must be so fucking horny, and it turned you on. You looked at his face and his eyes pleading for you to touch him. “…give me a kiss and I will.” You were barely able to finish your sentence before he pressed his lips onto yours, making out with you. You both moaned softly before your hands went to the waistband of your panties, tugging them down and seeing just how wet he was. You moaned a little and whispered against his lips. “All this cause you were jerking yourself off?~” “Just- y-you said you would help me so help me, okay?…” You nodded, kissing him on more time before your fingers ghosted over his pussy.
He let out a shaky exhale, whining when you rubbed your fingers against his labia in circular motions. Scott huffed and moaned, squirming as a pleasant feeling shot through his spine. “…feels good…” “I know.” You replied gathering some of his wetness on your fingers that was close to dripping down onto the bed, and then rubbing his clit with it. He jolted softly, moaning and squirming on your lap, his legs trying to squeeze together before you used your legs to hold them apart. “I can’t help you if you close your legs Scott…”
You rubbed his clit, making his sigh softly and moan as your other hand moved to start fingering him, pushing in your middle finger and sucking on his neck. Scott looked up at you, panting and moaning softly. “God… is this… I-is this how it feels for you?..” “mhm…~” “…can’t blame you for being so sensitive then…” you chuckled softly pressing a second finger in, having you middle and ring finger inside of him, and curling and uncurling them inside him, pressing against a spot that makes him gasp.
Scott trembles a little bit, mumbling something about how it feels a bit weird as you touched his clit faster, rubbing and circling at a faster pace. “Oh- oh god- shit- ffuck.. fuck- think ‘m cumming..! Please- please please please!~” He whined out as he came around your fingers, clit throbbing and pussy squeezing your fingers as he came down from his high.
You pressed kisses onto his lips and face, pulling your fingers out and carrying him to the shower, taking off the rest of your clothes. “You alright Scott?” he was panting a little but he nodded. “Y-yeah… yeah just… didn’t expect it to feel that different…
“…so what’s our plan?” You asked, looking at him as the water ran down your bodies.“Well… we need to get to Charles or.. someone and get them to figure out what the hell this is and figure out how long it lasts, if it’s temporary or.. forever..” “Forever?” “I don’t know! That’s why we need to go see Charles, Jean, Storm, someone!” “Fuck… okay, okay.. rinse off, I’m getting dressed a while and then we’re going over to them to figure this shit out.”
Scott eventually left the shower completely naked as he went to your dresser to get some clothes. He looked over at you and saw that you dressed him in a white button up and a pair of pants. “You look sexy in this Scott.” “Yeah whatever… we need to get going.” “I’m waiting on you y’know.”
You guys went over to where Charles and the others were, and it was very awkward trying to explain to them what was going on, but it eventually got to a point where they examined you two and took samples. After a few hours. They were able to find out that it should wear off within a day or two.
The two of you went back home, exhausted from all the tests and everything and you both laid down on the couch. “…so we just gotta wait it out I guess…”
He doesn’t respond at first. You found it annoying that you had to have his stupid glasses on all the time but he seemed happy to be able to see the true colors of things, looking at the mirror a lot to see what you truly look like when not tinted red.
“…hey Scott?” “Yeah?” “Would you let me fuck you?” At that, he just turned and stared at you, not knowing what to say or how on earth to respond to that. “…what?”
“Would you let me fuck you?”
… “w-why on earth would I let you do that?”
“C’mon, this is like probably the only time we’d get to do it, I wanna see how it feels for you and you’ll get to see how it feels for me!”
“I’m not sure how willing I am for my dick to go inside of me…”
“Please Scott? Just once? I won’t really be able to do it ever again…”
“…fine. One time. Once. Got it?”
“Loud and clear.” You said, moving over to him, already taking off your shirt and kissing him, making him moan softly as you bit his lip. Scott pulled back to look at his own face in front of him, staring for a moment before kissing you.
you whine softly, pinning him down onto the sofa as you ground your hips in between his legs, huffing against him as you felt his chest through the shirt, nearly ripping it off and kissing his nipples, making Scott whine. “Fuck… is this how you always feel when it comes to me?..” you said, sucking hickeys onto him as he nodded. Scott wasn’t used to being so submissive during sex usually but every feeling was so different from what he was used to.
You huffed and tugged his pants off, undoing your own belt and shoving down your pants and boxer. “Wait… fuck.” You muttered, picking him up and carrying him into the bedroom before laying him down on the bed and grabbing lube and condoms from the bedside drawer.
“When do you think this is gonna run out?” Scott asked, looking up at you. “Oh uh… the bottles only like half empty so maybe like 7 more times?-“ “The body swap dumbass!” “Oh! Oh yeah that… well it swapped us last night so maybe overnight?.. I dunno.”
You kissed him again, lubing him up and using two fingers to scissor him open, trying to copy what he usually does to you. “F-Fuck… how do you let me do this to you for so long?…” he mumbled, moaning a little.
“Guess I’m just used to it more than you.” You said with a smirk. Once you were done lubing him up, you rubbed some across your (his) cock, feeling every stroke. “It’s so weird that I have your dick now…” “it’s weird I have your vagina and boobs…” “yeah but I’m sexy so it’s not weird.” Scott scoffed and smirked slightly at what you said, shoving you back a little while chuckling. You slid on the condom with some help with Scott and looked at him.
“You ready?” “…I guess…” he mumbled before you slowly pushed into him, making him moan and wince slightly at how big he felt. “Fuck… fuck, you alright Scott?” “Y-yeah.. just… really big..” you rub his clit a little to get him to loosen up before you push the rest of the way in, letting him get used to the size.
After a few minutes, Scott mumbled that you could start moving and you took a shaky exhale before slowly thrusting in and out, kissing him as you did so. You just started and Scott was already moaning and whining. “Fuck… god… I really feel this good?” “Y-Yeah you do..” “g-god, need you to ride me Scott. Makes me feel so good and you love it..”
Scott tried his best to roll you over so that you were on your back and he was on top of you, Scott letting out a shaky breath as he sunk all the way down onto his own cock.
You two took a moment as Scott slowly started to shift his hips, making you two moan as you thrusted into his heat. “Fuck… god, ‘s feels so good..” you mumbled against his neck as he squirmed slightly “…h-harder…” Scott murmured against you, embarrassed to be asking for such a thing.
letting out a sharp gasp as you pushed yourself all the way in again, huffing as you pulled out and thrusted sharper into him, making Scott mewl at the fullness.
Reaching over and rubbing his clit, sucking on his shoulder and pinching his nipples. “O-Oh! Oh fuck!~ fuck me, holy shit…” he tightened around you, huffing out a few curses. His cunt squeezing you a few times pushes you over the edge, moaning and whimpering into his ear as you filled the condom with shots of cum. You huffed, catching your breath as Scott turned to look at you. “…you came pretty quick…” “yeah no shit.. ‘ve never had a dick before dumbass”
Scott laughed a little, looking up at you. But when you pulled out and took off the condom before throwing it away and lowering yourself to his crotch, he stared as you looked at his wet pussy, pressing a kiss to his clit, making him moan softly before you sucked harshly onto his labia.
Jolting slightly, Scott grabbed onto your hair before pushing your face deeper into his heat. You groaned against him, pushing your tongue in him as your nose bumped his clit. He could feel a warm sensation in his stomach starting to bloom as his clit and pussy twitched softly, signaling that he was cumming soon.
He gasped, trying to process the feeling as you looked up at him, going to kiss him as you groped his breasts. “N-No- no ‘was so close! P-please.. please…” he mumbled, trying to push you back down to his puffy clit. You chuckle against his mouth, giving him another kiss before pulling back. “‘S that what you want baby? You wanna cum?~” Scott’s breath hitched, sniffling a little as he nodded. “P-Please stop teasing just…. Please…”
His needy tone made you freeze before going back down to his pussy and pressing your tongue onto his clit as you pressed your ring and middle finger into him, curling and uncurling them as he cried out, tears running down his face from the pleasure.
Scott mewled, his legs trying to close around your hand and your head, forcing you to use your other hand to spread his legs, thumb stroking his thigh to encourage him to keep it open
He tasted so fucking good.. well… I guess you technically tasted good. No wonder Scott loved to do this. You felt him pulse around your fingers, pussy dripping more slick onto your hand- “f-fuck! Fuck ‘m cumming, gonna cum please please please-“
Scott’s begging broke you out of hyper focusing on his cunt, staring up at him as you sucked and curled your fingers harder, making him cum, the two of you panting from how hot it all was as he clenched around your hand.
You both laid there, panting before you pulled your fingers out, pressing one last kiss to his clit and sitting up and laying against him.
“…love you Scott…” He took a couple breaths before whispering out “love you too…” the two of you fell asleep, still naked, sweaty, with cum still on you guys, and when you woke up, you felt absolutely exhausted and something absolutely massive was crushing you. You opened your eyes and saw Scott laying on top of you. Fuck, you guys switched back. You probably should’ve been a little less intense with your own body last night.
Scott felt you shift, lifting his head to look at you, his glasses bumping your forehead as he pressed a kiss to your face. “You awake?” “….yeah… fuck you scott.” He chuckled before sitting up slightly “fuck me? What’d I do?” You huffed, covering your face with your arm. “You let me end up feeling like this…”
“The only one who caused that is you, dear. That’s how I was feeling last night.” Sighing, you shove him away before rolling onto your stomach to try to get away from him. “Whatever… hope you’re fucking happy not being sore and having your fucking dick…” he let out another quiet laugh as he kissed you more. “Well… I dunno I found being penetrated kind of interesting….”
