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ᯠྀི 𓇮 ᯄ '' REARRANGING HER GUTS BUT INTO NICE SHAPES, LIKE LITTLE HEARTS AND GEOMETIC PATTERNS '' – PYRO X FEM!READER – ONESHOT & SMUT & FLUFF.

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SUMMARY: ‘’ He should scare you, You’ve heard horror stories about him, Pyro, the freak, the thing, that.. Mumbling abomination, but in all honesty you keep staring at their bulge. ‘’

TAGS/WARNINGS: plot with porn, this is utterly filthy, p in v, unprotected sex, mask kink, dry humping, breath play, pyro uses ‘’they/them’’ pronouns but has male anatomy, mental illness mentions, cnc, chat pyro is fucking psychotic, NO pyro is NOT babied in this fic, strangling, RED!team, murder, gore, handjobs, size kink, fluffy sex turns into rough sex, comfort & affection, fluffy ending.

A/N: starting off strong chat

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NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

Pyro, the mumbling abomination that struck nothing but pure fear into you and your teammates. And the funny thing was he wasn’t even an enemy, he was in your team. Your TEAMMATE. Pyro was an interesting nutcase that had everyone on your team, including yourself, genuinely questioning the safety measures of this company and who they are hiring. Like seriously, do background checks even exist for this corporation or were they just picking off lunatics from the ward and throwing them into battle? Unlike the other members of the team that had information on them–Pyro had nothing, all that was known was a track record of mental illness and the fact they were a mercenary. There was nothing known about them, not their name, history, gender, nothing. All anyone knew was Pyro was a schizophrenic homicidal maniac who creeped everyone out, including Heavy! Who was known for his fearlessness and bravery, in his own words: ‘’I fear no man, but that… Thing, scares me.’’ You’ve all seen them on the battlefield, locking the other team into buildings with their fire axe and burning sed building to the ground with them inside. Mercilessly stalking and hunting BLU till every opponent you had was dead. You’ve heard the others whisper, wondering if Pyro would ever change their mind and go after this team. They seemed to have no limit or morals, and they were completely unable to speak. So that just increased the fear factor of you all.

But for some reason, they sparked an interest in you. You’d find yourself watching them from afar, Pyro isolated, doing their own thing. Refueling their flamethrower, polishing their axe, oiling up the trigger so it wouldn’t stall.. Staring at the wall silently like they were dissociating. You had your own personal questions about your nutty teammate. They never did seem all there, like they were in their own little lala land. You tried finding anything about them, hell you even asked Miss Pauling but she knew as much as you did: Nothing!

You tried to do research, tried to find out where their latex suit was from, to the brand of their flamethrower–You tried everything. What fuel they used, but your digging was met with dead ends at every turn.. You even tried to bribe Spy to go and stalk Pyro for a bit and go into their room–Try to see if they were hiding anything or had any bits and pieces about their identity. But Spy called you an idiot for even attempting to ask that question.

‘’Keep starin’ at that thing and it’ll light this whole goddamn place ablaze.’’ Heavy said, breaking you from your daze of creepily watching Pyro from a distance. Today thankfully was a relaxation day, no fighting, no war, no missions.. Just recharging, you, Heavy, Engineer, and Demoman were sitting at one of the tables in the kitchen. You had drifted from the conversation to gawk while the others talked about various topics that you had no interest in. ‘’Don’t be like that Mikhail.’’ You said as you lifted your water bottle towards your lips, shooting Heavy a sharp glare out of annoyance.. And embarrassment you had gotten caught. ‘’Hell, I don’t blame em’. Especially after what we caught that Mumblin’ Devil doin’ yesterday.’’ Tavish said with a small shiver running down his spine as his hands clutched his mug of coffee. Right.. Yesterday, you couldn’t blame your teammates fear from what they witnessed Pyro doing yesterday in the field.. Apparently Scout had found Pyro tearing the intestines from a screaming-barely alive-BLU Soldier.. Completely understandable and valid fear.

You didn’t even have an excuse to defend Pyro, the thought of imagining Pyro taking a huge man–Breaking his legs, and cutting open his stomach while he is still ALIVE and tearing out his intestines. The sounds of organs squishing and blood squelching, and bones cracking made you shiver. ‘’How’s Scout doing..?’’ You asked with slight concern, apparently Scout had to go to Med-bay after witnessing the scene, and hasn’t been back since then. ‘’Still refuses to sleep in the barracks. Nurse told me he’s in pretty rough shape, been having nightmares.’’ Dell chimed in, he had visited Scout earlier to see how he was holding up. Afterall, Scout was more terrified of Pyro than all of you combined. Scout always had this fear that Pyro had it out for them, it was a reasonable fear. Hell, you even thought sometimes if Pyro was out for all of you. ‘’Is he going to attend tomorrow's mission? ‘’ You asked, your hand putting down the water bottle and grabbing the cap off of the wooden table. Twisting the circular piece of plastic back onto the nozzle as you looked at Dell who shrugged in response. ‘’I don’t blame him, I don’t think I’d be okay witnessing that face to face.’’ Mikhail shivered at the pure concept of that horrible vision. Your gaze slipped subconsciously, noticing Pyro wasn’t over by the little chair they like to sit in the main rec room. Pyro had their own little chair, it was away from the couch and the others and in a corner. Everyone here all agreed and registered that it was Pyro’s spot and off limits. They probably went to their room already.. Or the showers. It was getting pretty late, and tomorrow you had to go back on the field on another mission.

‘’Well M’ gonna call it a night, I’m pretty exhausted.’’ You said, pushing back your chair as you stood up. Grabbing your water bottle as you pushed in your chair. ‘’Tired from sittin’ on yer ass all day?’’ Playfully mocked Tavish who was giving you his sly ass grin, ‘’Tired of listening to you all talk about the same topic over and over again, then yeah.’’ You bit back, ‘’Goodnight.’’ You simply said to your team members who all bid you a goodnight in their own ways.

You began walking towards the barracks, shoes clicking gently against the cold tile making your way down the hall about to turn left for the female barracks and bathroom to wash up before bed. Till your eyes landed on a door. Pyro’s door, Pyro got his own room since everyone else had safety concerns.. And honestly? It was for the best. You glanced around, looking for that hulking gas mask and guttural breathing to find yourself alone. And in front of Pyro’s door, you pressed your ear against the wood trying to hear any signs of life–a mumble, a breath, maybe even a small step. Yet you heard nothing.

This is fucking stupid, I should not do this shit. Your prefrontal cortex said in your mind, but your hand didn’t stop wrapping itself around the knob and testing to see if it was unlocked.. And it wasn’t, Girl if you do not turn your ass around right now–You thought to yourself, trying to reason yourself out of a very BAD idea. Your brain was already imagining what would happen if you got caught, and every response landed in the most brutal way to die. Pyro was reserved for a reason, and you know this. Everyone does, but curiosity did in fact kill the cat because your hand fully turned the knob.

You did one last glance around ensuring your isolation before taking a peek inside of the room, it was dark–yet thanks to military training you could make out any shapes that seemed human enough. And you saw nothing, even doing a reassuring stance to listen for any noises. But the only thing you heard was silence, you slipped your body gently through the crack in the door you had made for yourself to sneak in. Moving like a python in a tight place you slithered your way through and closed the door subtly and gently behind you before feeling around for a light. Your digits moved carefully around surfaces, feeling the textures of wood before your palm landed on cold metal. Your hand snaked up around the base as the tips of your fingers felt around for a switch..

Click.

The lamp illuminated the light in the room, and honestly? You were disappointed in the lack of–Everything. This room was basic, it had a bed, a dresser, a nightstand, a desk, and the standard lamp. The only thing that caught your eye was a pink fluffy unicorn plushy sitting in front of two pillows, your head tilted slightly in interest as you stepped forward towards the bed. It was neatly made, all corners tucked into the frame.. Pyro definitely had military training, and apparently liked unicorns? You weren’t stupid, you knew damn well not to touch that god forsaken stuffed animal. Having a slight feeling touching it would set Pyro into a murderous rage, so your eyes set to something less obvious. The closet.

You stepped forward towards the wooden door, hand wrapping around the wooden handle to open the sliding door. The closet was like the room, clean. Hanging from the bars were two hangers, one empty, the other hanger holding a latex fire-proof suit, and around the neck of the hanger was another black gas mask. On the metal shelf were a few boxes. One was for shotgun ammunition, another was for flare, and the other boxes were longer. Probably holding a shotgun and the flare gun. Below your feet was a big storage case, and on top another case. But it was smaller. Inside the small box were a few bottles of lube and conditioner, probably to help lube up the latex suit to get in. And on the other side there was napalm wrapped in protective casing. Upon closing the small box and temporarily moving it, you kneeled down on the ground and opened it. The contents were simple, Pyro’s flamethrower and some flammable fuel.

You were disappointed in finding only things you already knew about, the only new thing was the unicorn. Which surprised you, Pyro was such a homicidal cruel abomination.. Why did they enjoy something as innocent and childish as a pink unicorn with light pink hair? And the hair wasn’t matted like how most synthetic wool hair would be on most stuffed animals. It was straight and detangled, which immediately gave off the tell-tale sign Pyro cherished the stuffed toy.

With a sigh you stood up, there had to be more. You grabbed the medium black box and placed it back on its respective place on top of the other storage container and shut the closet. Making your way over to the dresser to see its contents.

Oops.. You thought to yourself when you opened the first drawer only to find it full of boxer briefs neatly folded. That didn’t really tell you much since you yourself wore boxers, they were better for combat and comfort. Your hands reached for another and found it stacked full of ammunition for different types of weapons, and a tool kit for sharpening and polishing. Again, nothing special.. The next drawer had some plain black t-shirts neatly folded military style. The next few drawers were just pants and socks, and a boot polishing kit..

Either Pyro knew someone would snoop eventually, or they were really just this reserved. This was a waste of time, you weren’t learning anything. Just the fact that military standards seemed to be drilled into Pyro’s brain and they liked unicorns–

Your mind was immediately changed upon opening the nightstand drawer. Your eyes landed on a jar, a mason jar, a mason jar full of human teeth. The light that shined in from the room poured into the drawer and lit up the different shades of teeth ranging from deep yellows to almost white, they were human by the way the incisor and molars looked. And the jar was full, full to the top. Your stomach dropped instantly, you needed to get the fuck out of here now. You gently shut the drawer and went for the light, the hairs on the back of your neck were standing tall and your adrenaline was kicking in. It was one thing to brutally murder the enemy, it was another to collect human teeth in a jar in your bedroom knowing your history as a serial maniac. Your heart immediately fell to your ass when you saw that god forsaken door knob turn, your training kicked in and your body made like the speed of light. Turning off the lamp before getting on all fours and sliding underneath the bed. Engulfing the room back into darkness, your only saving grace was light did not escape through the gaps of the doors.

Crrreeeakkkkk..

The door widened all the way as the room was flooded with light once more, you held your breath as a hand wrapped around your jaw to silence yourself. Your legs curled in to make yourself look smaller as you crawled into a corner furthest away from the exit from underneath the bed, your widened eyes landed on Pyro’s fluffy pink bunny slippers. You heard the familiar sound of the door shutting and the lamp clicking on, your eyes followed their feet. Trying not to make it obvious or alert them from staring so hard, they made their way over to the closet and opened it. Hanging up their suit on the empty hanger you saw earlier before closing the door and making their way to the bed.

The frame creaked underneath their added weight, slipping their feet out of the slippers and into the bed. You could feel them shifting to get comfortable before the light turned off, now all you had to do was wait till they fell asleep.. Minutes passed as silence filled the air, you waited carefully. Waiting for one snore, one snore and you’d get out of this room and forget you were ever in here. And thankfully you were given that one deep snore, you made haste. Crawling out from underneath the bed, still staying low to hide your figure–

HHFGK!

You gasped out, your hands jumping to the burnt one wrapped around your throat tightly. Cutting off your airway as Pyro lifted you from the ground and onto the bed, Pyro saw you enter their room when they were walking out of the bathrooms. They were just waiting for you out, they knew exactly where you were hiding too. They weren’t even laying down either, they just sat there and pretended to lure you out. You squirmed and wiggled, expecting to be met with Pyro’s weapon of choice till they dropped you on the bed and loomed above, they let go of your throat and turned on the lamp like an angry parent who just caught a teenager sneaking out of bed.

You coughed and heaved for oxygen, gagging on your own erratic breaths as you sat up for a better airway. Once you had regained your senses you looked up and saw Pyro. Not in their suit, but in lounge clothes. They were wearing one of the black shirts you had seen earlier and some comfortable baggy lounge pants. And of course, that black gas mask. Their thick arms were crossed and that’s when you noticed the lack of body hair, and soft skin. There was charred skin all over certain parts of their arms and hands. And around their entire neck and possibly more. ‘’I’m sorry–’’ You began immediately begging for forgiveness, ‘’I know this was severely inappropriate of me to invade your space. I have no excuse for my actions.’’ You really had no excuse, you being ‘’interested’’ in them wasn’t even an excuse either.

Pyro’s head tilted softly, you could feel their eyes on you. Staring directly at your head, they didn’t say anything–Even then it’s not like you’d understand a word they said. The silence was awkward as you waited for anything, a hint of interaction. But all you got was a chest heaving and them staring you down like an executioner. The fear in your system had your other senses working overtime to try and soothe that fear, and unfortunately it made things worse because you realized how.. Close their thighs to you. There was barely any space between you two, they had big thighs too–And your eyes subconsciously were looking them up and down. From toe to head, their body was masculine. That’s when you noticed the slight bulge where the crotch of their pants was, ‘’Pyro..?’’ You asked looking up at them.

Pyro didn’t know what to do with you, they were upset you had invaded their personal privacy instead of being normal and asking questions to them and actually interacting with them. They were just staring, staring directly at you silently. You couldn’t even read anything about them through their body language. This was awkward, and uncomfortable. Your body had the primal urge to remove yourself from this situation immediately. ‘’Can I leave..?’’ The minute that string of words came out of your mouth Pyro closed the gap, pushing you flat on your back on the bed. Your legs instinctively hiked up in habit and shock as they stood between your thighs, still staring down at you. But their gaze seemed to shift, from your face, to your neck, to your chest. That full chest rising and falling from beneath a t-shirt, you were scared. They knew you were, they didn’t want you to be scared of them. They weren’t going to hurt you!

You were terrified beneath them, begging to every entity above and below to spare your life. Your body jolted when you felt those rough hands land on your waist, right where your shirt had ridden up slightly from impact. In Pyro’s mind, this was a way of telling you they weren’t going to hurt you. In your mind you thought they were testing to see if it was possible to break your hips from this angle. Still sensing you were scared, they took a step forward–Which did nothing but cage you in and brush their crotch against yours. A soft gasp came from your lips when you felt a bulge rub against the clothed part of your sex, your hands gripping the bedding a bit harder as the muscles in your thighs clenched.

‘’Pyro–Wait..’’ You muttered out, shifting away from their crotch just in case.. But they pulled you back against it, hard. ‘’ah!’’ You mewled out on accident, Pyro only pulled you back because they thought you were trying to get away but their head jolted up to your face upon hearing that noise. Your face flushed with red, embarrassment burning your ears and head like you had been lit on fire. Before you could awkwardly apologize and try to move away again, their hips nudged gently against yours testing to see if they could make that sound come out again. ‘’uh–’’ Drawled out from you in a high pitched squeak, their head tilted as their grip on your waist slithered down to your hips. Squishing the soft fat underneath their burnt hands as they gently guided your hips to grind back against theirs.

Your muscles relaxed as the hairs on your neck went down, your body focusing on the pleasurable stimulation instead of adrenaline and your fight or flight response. They could feel your body relaxing underneath theirs as they kept a steady and perfect pace. Their bulge was getting bigger, you could feel the mound of flesh beneath those pants getting thicker and swelling. Soft breathing came from their mask above you as they grinded you down on them, the stimulation felt so good–You just couldn’t help wrapping your legs around their waist to bring them closer. Your sex was aching and pulsing around nothing, and you could feel yourself already getting wet from the slick ruining your dry underwear. ‘’ooh, fuckk..’’ You groaned, eyes going from wide to half lidded as those pupils slowly trailed up their body like eye candy.

Pyro themself was getting more dazed, their breath was picking up, the way their digits wrapped around your hips a bit tighter.. And the way they were grinding harder, they were listening to every soft mewl that came from those beautiful lips. You sounded like a siren singing, luring in unsuspecting victims to your trap. A beautiful harmonic melody filling their ears, they were unknowingly going harder. Grinding you harder down on their crotch which made your eyes flutter shut from the powerful stimulation overtaking your senses, you haven’t had release in months. You were too exhausted, too stressed out, or too hurt to even pleasure yourself in your lonesome. So your body was acting more desperate for the stimulus, ‘’haa, haa, mmh–’’ You whimpered out when they gave you three hard thrusts, like they were trying to fuck you out of your shorts. You let out a small cry when they folded you up and laid down on top of you, thighs clenched hard as they practically pounded you through their clothes. Your arms wrapped around their shoulders, bringing them close as their body crushed you. Using their weight as an advantage just to slam their hips into you harder, you could hear their erratic breathing coming through the filter of the gas mask.

Your eyes fluttered to their gas mask, seeing how the tinted lenses were all fogged up from how excited they were. Your hand gently abandoned the thick of their back and traveled along the black rubber slowly finding your hand wrapped firmly around the nozzle of the gas mask, palm almost covering the filter. This only seemed to excite Pyro more, the concept of having limited breathing made their brain even fuzzier as their pace picked up. Trying their hardest to mount you, you picked up on their pace and how quick and sloppy they had become. Your hand wrapped tightly around the filter, suppressing their breathing. A deep muffled groan came from them as they pumped their hips harder into your clothed sex, wiggling and gyrating their hips perfectly so their bulge rubs against your sensitive clit that was begging for attention.

Their breaths increasingly got heavier, sounding more like a gruff rasp than actual intakes for oxygen, their brain was getting all fuzzy and empty as their eyes fluttered from underneath that mask concealing their identity. Their messy humps got sloppier and slower, their body turning tense as less oxygen flowed through their veins. Your hand released on the nozzle, watching their chest heave for air as they shuttered violently. Almost coming from how good that felt to almost pass out. ‘’Pyro,’’ You panted out looking up into those tinted lens, ‘’Please–God, please fuck me.’’ You begged them, you almost winced at the hesitation they held. Were they nervous? Scared? Ashamed?

They were scared, scared of what you’d say the minute those pants came down. Pyro’s body wasn’t your attractive stupid hunk that had beautiful skin. Their skin was charred and burnt from the torture they had undergone in the past, permanent blisters swirling on their rough skin. Forming syllables and stories of what horrors this mortal body has seen, what they’ve gone through. What horrific monsters had done to them. They weren’t attractive, they were ugly, disgusting, a cruel and good for nothing monster. They couldn’t bear the insults, the teasing, the dehumanizing names and degrading sentences. Each letter only being a bullet to cause harm on their already weak psyche. But then those beautiful hands, those soft and firm hands that brought comfort wrapped around their shoulders as you bounded that lovely body into them harder. Face full of desperation, admiration and straight need that had their gut twisting in desire.

‘’Ah!’’ You gasped when they suddenly pulled back, looming above your shaky body as those charred hands yanked down the waistband of those baggy sweatpants. Their strong hips had old stitches, burn scars, and discoloration. Their happy trail was faint, yet there. The pubic follicles weak from once being lit ablaze, but that wasn’t what your eyes had zeroed in. It was their dick–8 inches of pure fat. Pyro’s body wasn’t muscular by any means, they were bulky yet had some chub to them. Their tip was a deep red, that red being broken up by the white pre dripping from their slit down their heavy shaft. They loomed above, nervous expecting an insult. But all they got was a pathetic whimper when you realized that was going to be stuffed into you for god who knows how long, your hips wiggled as you tried to yank down your shorts. Their hands came down and redirected your hands onto their cock, gently guiding those soft palms that made their lumbar arch. It’s been a really long time since their charred flesh felt a certain softness, your hands wasted zero time pumping. One hand wrapped firmly around the tip as the other dragged back and forth along the heated skin, ‘’MMMphmp!’’ They groaned, hands shaking as they abandoned your own and traveled down to the waist band of your shorts. Tugging them down with ease, their head tilted with slight curiosity at the dark stain on the front of your underwear. Dark from the slick you had been producing and your cunt crying for affection, they spread your thighs further. One palm on your warm flesh as a sign of affection as the other went down. ‘’oh!’’ You gasped when those thick fingers bundled up together to rub exactly where your messy slit was hiding. Thighs jiggling as a shiver went through them, feet bracing the bed as you swirled your hips with their fingers.

You pumped them harder, tongue reaching out to lick their messy tip. Their hips jolted forward, almost stuffing your mouth full as their hand on you rubbed harder. Trying to stuff you full through the fabric of your underwear, pressing hard against your opening that was trying to grasp anything. Your hand moved down to your underwear and hastily tugged the fabric clean from your pelvis, an animalistic grunt came from Pyro. His other hand snapping to your other thigh to make you spread far like an eagle, legs up in the air as they stared down directly at the pulsing flesh.

Drool dripped down their concealed chin, they had half a mind to rip this gas mask off and devour you like a bobcat. The way you NEEDED them made their ego inflate, for once, they were needed for something as carnal and intimate as sex. ‘’Pyroooo, don’t teasseee!’’ You cried out, flashing them with your best puppy eyes. You couldn’t take anymore teasing, your stomach was full of erratic butterflies that were making your mind melt into goo. Without a second thought they grabbed their base, shifting their hips low towards you. Putting those plushy thighs of yours around their hips as they jerked themself right in front of your entrance. Tip bumping against your vulva, tracing messy shapes on it as they covered you in their messy heady pre.

Huff, Huff, Huuuff.

They sounded like an exhausted bull above you, so worked up they couldn’t see straight. They didn’t see Pyroland or their boring black and white world, they saw reality. Real reality, and that reality was between your legs. ‘’O–Oh! Ah!’’ You gasped out, head rolling back hard as your hands gripped the messy bedding. Pathetically gasping, yet no noise came out as their tip pressed in. Stretching your tiny hole out, Your thighs tensed and quivered against their torso, chest heaving rapidly as they continued to push in. Every inch had you spiraling, noises without sound escaped those gaping lips as your eyes rolled back into your skull. Their rough flesh had your ankles twisting against their back as their hand softly rubbed your arched back. The one thing you were grateful for was they were being slow, aware of the size difference between you two. So they were going nice and slow to help you get used to them, their other hand was on your thigh. Groping the soft flesh as they watched you twitch and writhe, pushing all the way to the hilt before stopping. Letting that pretty cunt rest against their balls as they let you squeeze and stretch around their length. Pathetic cries escaped your throat as your hands blindly went to their stomach in a weak attempt to keep them there as your inner walls squeezed tightly around them, making them accidentally thrust forward on instinct. ‘’FUCK!’’ You yelped out when that stupidly fat tip slammed against a sweet spot that had you reeling, your hands gripped tighter on them as a raspy breath escaped you. ‘’p,pyro! Hold on–please–!’’ You cried out but they didn’t stop, ‘’uuuuggghhh..!’’ You moaned as they started on some deep shallow thrusts that had you near tears, they filled you up like cream filling! Their hips snapped hard against you, a loud plap coming from between you two as their hands slid up to your hips. Thumbs on your hip bones as they made you rock against them, lifting your bottom half up as they absolutely destroyed your poor pussy by doing barely ANYTHING. Those deep strokes had you howling out, slick dripping from your cunt onto the bedding and them–Coating them with your scent.

Rough ‘’uh’s’’ escaped you with their deep rhythm, they weren’t going fast in the slightest. What was tearing up your insides was how deep they were hitting, and how much force each pump had. Their hazy eyes travelled along your body like you were a string to a harp, watching you jiggle and the recoil you had from them. Those beautiful tits begging to be free from your shirt and bra, a deep grunt came from them as their hand gripped the loose fabric hard. Shoving it up towards your neck revealing your bra that barely held your heavy shoulder boulders. Your stomach dipped with each thrust, forming a small bump on your lower abdomen from where they were inside you. You felt like you were on a rollercoaster and on the tip of the drop, you pulsed hard around them as your thighs squeezed their torso hard. Digging into their ribcage as their thrusts grew quicker. Your noises came out faster as they picked up the vigor. Hips slamming into your pelvis like they were trying to split you open.

‘’Uuuuhh! O,Oh fuck!’’ You squeaked out in a high pitched cry, eyes hazily opening to stare at your desperate lover above you. Pounding deeply away, their thighs tense, knees digging into the mattress as the mattress itself squeaked like a mouse. One hand curled hard around your hip, thumb digging into the dip. The other holding up your shirt like a bully, their eyes trained on your bouncing tits like it was a TV show to laugh at. Your pussy squelched as it sucked them bone dry, heels digging into their back. Feeling the wet fabric of their once dry shirt, turning damp from the sweat pouring from their pores in an attempt to keep their body cool and to maintain homeostasis. Your arms wrapped around their shoulders, yanking them down as your lips found their rough neck. Soft plush of moisturized flesh against their leathery skin, they couldn’t feel your affection due to their nerves being numb in the areas of their fourth degree burns, but seeing you worship their ugly flesh brought great comfort to them.

Their body began to crush you again, curling around your form as their arms wrapped around your head. Forming a pillow as one hand buried in your hair, digits rubbing your scalp in comfort as they pounded you so hard you were squirming away from their hips. The stimulation being too much, too rough, too deep.

Your lips followed their assault to their unmaimed skin, lips wrapping around their Adam's apple and sucking. A muffled yelp came from them in surprise as their hips slammed into you so hard you screeched and released their Adam's apple. The reason? Their tip just slammed against your cervical wall. ‘’Haaah! O,Oh my GOOODDD!’’ you moaned out, eyes slamming shut as your hips gyrated up into theirs. Trying to force them to breach that wall, and they got the hint immediately. This position wasn’t helping, so in a flash they lifted you up and themself. Seating your plush ass on their spread thighs as they forced you down harder, bouncing you like you were in a bounce house. Forcing you allll the way up into the air, your cunt only gripping their tip before slamming you back down. Making you take them whole, this new position and pace had your brain shutting down. Drool leaking from your lips in a pathetic response to this newfound violent stimulation that was rattling your bones. They were trying to pop your wall like a grape! ‘’P–Pryo, M’ gonna cum!’’ You sobbed out into their shoulder weakly, your voice high pitched and shaky as you shook around them. Your walls gripping them hard, suctioning wet flesh onto their shaft, damn near making them claustrophobic as you came hard. Slick pushing from your cunt onto their dick & balls. You fluttered violently around them as incoherent noises escaped you, their hands on your lower back and ass as they took this opportunity of numbness and overstimulation to absolutely ravage your guts.

In real time you could feel them rearranging your guts into little hearts and geometric patterns like you were a canvas, all you could do was cry out weakly and reel in the violent shocks you were feeling. Their pace got sloppy, rushed, erratic as they hunted down their orgasm. As much as they wanted to paint your insides like the great Mona Lisa, they couldn’t risk you getting pregnant. That would make Ms. Pauling suspend you! Rough growls dripped from the filter as their grip on you became borderline painful, making you squirm in a poor attempt to get away from the pain. And with one last slam they yanked out of you, causing your slick to spray down on them like a shower head as their own thick ropes of cum splattered all over your stomach and chest. Painting your skin a creamy white, their hand jumped down to their cock and pumped hard. Forcing more to splatter onto you, thick, gooey, warm potent cum painting your stomach like an ancient mural as their chest heaved.

They collapsed backwards, bringing you down with them as they manhandled you into laying with them. Riding the waves of pleasure and the after shocks as they heaved for oxygen they had suppressed themself from getting, they didn’t even notice they had been subconsciously holding their breath this entire time! You laid limp in their grasp, cuddling into them. Stealing their warmth as your brain came back down to earth. Their hand comfortingly rubbing your back as they looked down at you, their stare was one of affection and desire and yours was one of exhaustion and admiration. This was the best sex you had in a long while, you felt like a new person. Scrubbed from the inside and out, reborn into something new.

You let out a long sigh, not one of irritation. One of delight, as you snuggled your head into them eyes fluttering shut in exhaustion. They had wiped you out, more than any battlefield or mission could do. The last thing you felt was Pyro pulling up the blankets on top of your bodies and holding you close.

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