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“Wait until you see, Johnny.”

“He’s gone too far this time.”

“He’s definitely different.”

“I’ve got a surprise for you, sugar.”

You weren’t certain what it all meant. All you knew was that Johnny — your boyfriend of eighteen months — had done something outrageous with his appearance. You figured that it was something simple. Such as him getting a haircut. After all, you knew that he wasn’t a fan of having long hair. Whenever his hair would get long, he’d complain about how the wind had always messed with it. So, getting it possibly buzzed wasn’t too difficult to comprehend.

However, that did not explain or warrant the mocking tone Ben used over the phone. Throughout the week you’ve been away from New York you’ve gotten conflicting reports from each of the Fantastic Four members as to what Johnny had done. Whenever you’d ask Ben he would always be giddy and just chuckle about it.Then change the subject.This told you that if Johnny had gotten it buzzed, Ben wouldn’t have found it humorous. Which meant that it had to be something funny. Perhaps Johnny had dyed his hair as a joke? Maybe it’s a blazing hot red to match his fiery powers. But then again, why would Sue have sounded so disgusted whenever you brought it up? Why would she say he had gone too far this time? It couldn’t have been that he dyed his hair. No shade of red would cause the inflection of her voice to have that much disgust. Which meant it had to be something else.

Reed sounded confused about the situation. Meaning that Johnny had done something silly with his appearance. Most likely, Reed had been told to hold his tongue since he can be overtly blunt about things. Instead opting to say his brother-in-law looked different. Which meant it had to be something bad.

Yet, Johnny sounded excited every time he mentioned to you that he changed his appearance during your nightly chats. Each time he’d bring it up, you’d try and guess what he had done. However, Johnny would refuse to play along with you. Stating that he didn’t want to ruin the surprise. He had also informed you that he made everyone else promise not to tell you. It deeply annoyed you. But you decided that whatever he had done must have truly made him happy. So you figured you’d be patient and wait.

Besides, what’s the worst thing he could do? Get a face tattoo? Your silly boyfriend may be impulsive, but he wasn’t stupid. Even Johnny Storm had his limits. Not to mention he had always gone on and on about how his face was already perfect. Which is why you automatically ruled it out. Instead, you decided to stop speculating on it. And promised yourself that whatever he did to change his appearance you would support it no matter what…

Well, that was until you see what he did. It’s absurd. It’s ugly. It’s downright repulsive. It's a goddamn blond horseshoe mustache. And it’s burning your fucking eyes. Before you were “graced” to see what Johnny had done, H.e.r.b.i.e had tracked you down in the airplane's terminal. Being that he wasn’t human, security had let the little robot go through the airport with ease so that he could lead you to Johnny. However, since the public adored the cute little robot, people had stopped and asked to take pictures of him. Meaning it took longer than expected to get to Johnny. Thankfully, H.e.r.b.i.e was eventually able to lead you to where Johnny was. Among a crowd of people he stood there with a sign covering his face. You knew it was him since he was wearing his Fantastic Four uniform. You smiled as you looked at the sign. It was cheesy, but your boyfriend had made you a welcome home sign. Once you said his name, he lowered the sign from blocking his face and that’s when you saw it. The hideous mustache he’d grown during your time apart. He smiled at you sweetly and said.

“Surprise!! I grew a mustache!!” He leaned in to give you a hug and you reciprocated. Though, when he attempted to kiss you, you had moved your face out of the way causing Johnny raised an eyebrow in concern. You gave him a sheepish smile gently patted him on the back then said.

“Yayyy! Let’s shave it off!” It was Johnny’s turn to pull away. In the process of doing so he dropped his sign dramatically. He took a few steps away from you, frowning he asked.

“Shave it off? Okay hold up now! You're kidding right?”

“Johnny, You can’t seriously say you like the stupid thing?”

“Et tu brute!! I made a bet with Ben that you’d like it!! Please for the love of Christ, tell me you’re joking?!”

“I’m not joking. It’s hideous, Johnny.”

Your boyfriend loudly grunted. He rolled his eyes as he went to pick up your luggage. He muttered something about how it took him a while to grow the damn thing. And with that he began walking to where the Fantasticar was parked, leaving you trailed behind. Johnny had had a head start since you went to pick up the welcome sign. As you walked, a few people had called out to the two. Yet, Johnny wouldn’t stop and take pictures with them. This made it very apparent to you that he was extremely pissed.

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“I’m keeping it.” Your boyfriend said once the doors to the car close and H.e.r.b.i.e was situated in the backseat. You let out a sigh and shook your head in disapproval.

“Why do you wanna keep it? It makes you look silly.”

“Well I like it. I think it makes me look manly.” Gently, you rested your hand on his shoulder.

“I think it makes me look like you belong on a neighborhood watchlist, sweetie.”

He let out another grunt and started the engine to the fantasticar. His grip on the steering wheel was tense. With another grunt he began stonewalling you, leaving you to let out a sigh. You decided to leave him alone for a bit since it was best that he focus on getting the two of you out of the airport’s parking lot. It was always tricky to get in and out of LaGuardia but eventually traffic died down and the drive became much easier. Which is when Johnny broke the silence.

“I’m keeping the mustache sweetie. And there’s nothing you can do or say that can convince me otherwise.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms. You couldn’t believe how determined he was with keeping that ugly caterpillar that he called a mustache. You had to test him to see how seriously he was taking this. Perhaps you could reason with him by jokingly threatening to take sex off the table?

“Fine. I’m not having sex with you until you shave it off.” Johnny quickly glanced over toward you and then back to the road. He was checking to see if you were serious and from the brief time he looked at you, he’d determined that you were.

“Really? You’re going there?!”

“I am.”

“Fine with me. But I bet in a week you'll be begging for me.” Johnny flashed you a smirk. And you let out an even louder scoff than before.

“Yeah right. You act as if you’re not the one with the greater libido, Storm. I bet within seventy-two hours you’ll come crying to me in need of sex.” You watched as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. Tight enough that his knuckles turned a bold white. The look in his eyes indicated that he was seconds away from bursting into flames. You knew that he was doing everything in his power to hold off from burning. Yet you wanted to taunt him.

“Oh yeah? Wanna bet?”

“Yeah!”

“If I win I get to do whatever I want to you! How’s that sound?” His bright blue eyes were red as he held back his fire. With a nod you told him.

“Fine. But if I win, you’re shaving that mustache off.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, sweetie!”

This bet would be yours for the taking. Johnny Storm didn’t stand a chance. He truly had no idea what he had just signed up for. And that made you beam with pride. Oh how victory would taste so fucking sweet.

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The following days were filled with annoying the living shit out of each other. Within minutes of making the bet, Johnny had taken his shirt off. He then put on his notorious aviator’s just to fuck with you. It would have worked on you, however, his new mustache was being a total lady boner killer which is why it didn’t work. Instead, each time he attempted to look seductive, the damn thing took you out of it. It was laughable that he thought it was working since he kept trying to play it up. When in reality, it had made you question what you had ever seen in the fiery hero. Nevertheless, you found that if you didn’t look at his face, you still found him attractive. But damn, was that stupid mustache making you question your life choices.

That first night of the bet, the two of you ended up cuddled in the conversation pit watching old movies together. As it grew later into the evening, Johnny attempted to trick you into a make out session. However, when his lips ghosted over yours, you began to have a laughing fit. Stating that his silly mustache was tickling you. That instantly killed any momentum Johnny had. Leaving him to grumble about how this was going to be much harder than he initially thought.

The next morning you attempted to seduce Johnny into sex by sneaking into the shower with him. However, he must have been in his own little world since when you came into the shower he began screaming. Which made you laugh and the two of you got too distracted for things to take a sexual turn. At dinner time, Johnny kept flashing you his bedroom eyes. However, instead of harping on them, you decided to strike up a boring conversation with Reed about the possibility of a multiverse. Killing any of Johnny’s attempts of seduction with boring scientific talk.

By the second day, you had decided that you had had enough of this tomfoolery. It was becoming annoying that Johnny thought that he was going to win the bet. He had begun to gloat the night before, that he was going to win, and it made you see red. You were going to win the bet. It was yours for the taking. Which is why you decided to bring out the big guns.

You woke up early and went to your favorite lingerie store in the West Village. You were somewhat embarrassed to be the first customer of the day. Yet your determination to win this bet made it so you could handle the knowing stares from the store’s clerk. You picked out more than a few lingerie sets from the store, and headed home. You had little to no worries that Johnny would be awake by the time you arrived home. Your boyfriend was a notorious sleepyhead, so you doubted he’d wake up. Once home, you quickly go upstairs and change into the set that you knew would win the bet.

You examined yourself in the full length mirror and smirked. The lingerie you were wearing was a pale blue babydoll with a built in pushup bra. The babydoll set was as soft as can be. While the underwear that went with it was practically nonexistent since it was a somewhat see-through material and extremely thin. You hadn’t felt this sexy in ages. If it weren’t for the fact that you were wearing this to win the bet, you were certain you’d wear this to your future honeymoon. The thought of that makes your face flush and you decide that it’s time to set your plan into motion.

“Johnny. Johnny Angel.” You whispered in his ear gently. Slowly, your sleepyhead boyfriend stirs. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and groaned once he saw you.

“Jesus Christ. You’ve stooped to wearing lingerie.” He says in a gruff voice. You giggle and play with the hem of your babydoll. You thrilled around giving Johnny an extra show.

“What? Oh this old thing? I just figured I’d wear it since it’s been so long.” Johnny shook his head and sat up in bed. Crossing his arms against his naked chest he sternly said.

“It’s not old, sugar. You forgot to cut the tags off.” He pointed to the tag you accidentally left on. You pulled it off in a haste and gave him a forced smile. Johnny shook his head and added. “I dare you to wear that in front of everyone if you're so determined on wearing it today. I just know Sue will have a fucking fit.”

With that Johnny rested his head back onto his pillow once more. Closing his eyes as if there was nothing else to say. But you knew the babydoll set was bothering him. It was clear by the way he had clenched his jaw spoke – Johnny Storm was riled up and you were winning.

“So, you’ve got nothing to say about it?”

“What’s there to say?”

“Are you horny?”

“Sugar.” He covered his face with his hands and drew out his r. You giggled and removed the comforter from his body forcefully. You then saw the semi in his pajama bottoms and smirked.

“Aww. Somebody is horny.” Johnny sat up in bed once more and crossed his arms tightly.

“Noooooo. This is because it’s the morning.”

“Oh, Johnny.” You sat down on the bed and cupped his face. In a quieter tone you tell him. “You can lie all you want, baby. But the hard-on in your pants says it all. Just admit it, you need me. There’s no shame in it, baby.”

“I…”

“It’s okay baby. Let me take care of you.” His deep blue eyes searched yours for any hesitation. However, he found none. He slowly nodded his head in approval. With a soft smile you gently placed your hand onto his clothed manhood. He was swollen, though not completely hard. You batted your eyes and whispered.

“If I help you out. You know what that means right?”

“I’ll lose the bet.” His voice was quiet, nearly pleading. It made you feel powerful. To have a hero like him in the palm of your hands... Quite literally. There was truly nothing like it. To have such a strong and powerful man weak for his beloved.

“Is that okay, baby?” You whispered back. Only for Johnny to get out a soft whimper. He nodded his head gently and whispered back.

“...Yes.”

You made a tsk sound and pulled his chin toward your face. So that the two of you would make direct eye contact.

“I need you to use your words, baby.” He’s hesitant for a moment. But then he relents, giving you exactly what you wanted.

“I… I need you. Please help me out.”

With that you began to undo the buttons of his pajama bottoms slowly. Johnny watched as you took out his large member from his pants. He hissed as you squeezed him tightly with your small hand. He then rested his forehead against your shoulder and muttered.

“Please be sweet.”

“Why should I?” You replied in a hoarse and husky tone.

You then began to stroke his member in a somewhat rapid motion. Which caused him to shiver and rub his head against your shoulder. His mustache tickled you but you almost found it endearing since his whiskers were coarse.

“Because I’ve been a good boy?”

You chuckled and squeezed his cock tighter than before. Causing Johnny to let out an exuberant groan and sink his teeth into your shoulder. Whether it be because he was warning you to stop teasing. Or because he was enjoying it was uncertain to you. Instead, you began to stroke his shaft slower. You focused on the feeling of his cocks veins and the weight of him. His cock then began to get completely hard, making you grin with pride. In all honesty, you were starting to enjoy that just as much as he was. You had even begun to clench your thighs together as a means to create friction. Johnny must have noticed since he let out a low chuckle.

A bit of pre-cum leaked from his cock and you used it to lubricate to help him get to his release. He groaned and began to thrust into your hand swiftly grinding his way to completion. Johnny began to suck on your shoulder blade leaving a hickey in his wake making you groan in pleasure. With each passing second you were feeling more and more on fire between your legs. It didn’t help that Johnny’s temperature was rising making you extra sweaty. Each attempt he had made at touching you or pinning you against the mattress was in vain. Whenever he began to touch you, you would just swat him away, and mutter that this was about him. He bought it and relaxed as you helped bring him to his high.

Once, his breathing had then suddenly begun to become shallow, you knew he was close. You looked up at his face and found that his eyes were closed tightly. He was savoring each second of your soft hands upon his cock. He looked so peaceful. So close to nirvana. And yet, it did nothing but annoy you. As Johnny’s groan became louder you knew he was getting closer and closer to his climax. Your hand was drenched in pre-cum and spit that you had used to help lubricate his cock. When he was on the verge of reaching his orgasm, you removed your hand gently from his cock. You watched for a moment as he rutted into the air untouched. His dick flopped around although it was still prominent in its standing.

Upon realizing you had stopped touching him, your boyfriend’s eyes flashed open. He looked pathetic as you stood above him. You gave him an evil smirk and chuckled. “Aww. Did the baby want to climax?” You mocked as you licked his pre-cum from your hand. Johnny sat up halfway, he barked as he glared at you.

“Yeah! I kind of did!!”

You tutted at him and laughed loudly. “Too bad, sweetheart. I told you to get rid of the mustache and yet you disobeyed me. This is payback for not listening. Now suffer the consequences.” With that you went into the bathroom locking the door, leaving Johnny Storm high and dry. Forcing him to either die of blue balls or rub one out himself.

“This isn’t over, sugar!!” He called from the other side of the door. You laughed loudly as you put on your clothes for the day. You dismissed his threats and grinned like the Cheshire cat with glee. You had won the bet. Yet, little did you know that it wasn’t it was only the beginning of something else entirely.

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It should be known that when exploring different multiverses, the items that consist in that universe (however trivial they may be) do not always mean that they are harmless.

Miguel knew this. To him it was the absolute truth to the multiverse. Truthfully, he was the one to create this rule for all of spider society to follow. Yet here he was, breaking said rule. Now he had to suffer the consequences.

The world he was currently exploring was deeply invested in plants and wildlife. In fact, this world's economy revolved around agriculture and plant survival. Miguel loved this; he had been to many different versions of earth that did not see the environment as an essential value to substantiating society. So, to find one that did was extremely refreshing. Hell, even Miguel’s Earth, at one point, had to change everything when it came to their way of life simply because they were destroying their planet.

Yet this version of Earth was refreshing to the geneticist. Since it hadn’t had to have an ecological nightmare in order for its people to see the value of the ecosystem. Nevertheless, instead of basking in this version of earth beauty, Miguel found himself thinking about other things. Such as the girl he was currently pinning for, that being his assistant — you.

Miguel has had crushes before. But not like this, not like a man in his mid thirties should have a crush. It was downright pathetic how he felt about you. In all honesty, he didn't know what to do when it came to you. You were hard to read, and Miguel didn't know where he stood with you any longer. He had figured that once you found out his secret identity, you would have begun dating. Or at least gone out for a date or at least talked about things since you had strong feelings for his alter ego.

Yet, the two of you have been at a complete standstill. If anything, you were pulling away from him. He felt like he was seeing less of you. Whenever you would talk to him, it was typically for work purposes only. Gone were the days when you’d ramble on about silly stuff and he’d just bask in your joy. He knew he was losing you. Just as he knew that he was also losing his mind in the process.

Miguel did not realize that his aimless walking had led him into another garden shop. The superhero nearly snorted as he thought about the way this Multiverse worshiped agriculture so much that, in some sense, garden shops were this world's version of fast food places. He was about to turn and leave the shop when the shop's owner came out and greeted him. The shop owner was an elderly woman in her 80s. She was short yet had a smile that lit up the room. Her black curls reminded him of his mother which made him feel entranced by her. Somehow, the shopkeeper’s grin got wider when she got closer to Miguel.

She took him by the hand and sweetly said, "Hello. Hello! Welcome to my garden boutique. What sort of plants are you looking for? Flowers for your significant other, Mr. Handsome?"

Typically Miguel didn't like to be touched by strangers, but this elderly lady had a unique charm to her that eased his anxieties and irritation toward her. He would have smiled back at her, but he knew his fangs would likely scare her. Instead he muttered, "I actually don't have a significant other, ma'am.”

She gasped in shock and let go of Miguel's hand. "You don't? But you're clearly a heartbreaker."

Miguel gave her an awkward laugh and scratched his head as a coping mechanism. He then admitted this, "At one point, yeah. I used to be one. But I'm too old for that now."

The shopkeeper studied him for a second. She then leaned forward and replied in a hush tone. "You want something serious then?"

"Yeah... who doesn't want that? But I don't think the lady I want wants me. At least not like how she used to."

She shook her head at this. She turned away from him and began searching through her floras as if she realized she needed to find something. He wasn’t sure why he stood there and waited for her. Nor was he certain why he had told her such personal details about himself. But most importantly, he wasn't sure why he even mentioned you. He had hardly even talked about you to those closest to him. Let alone talk about you to a stranger he just met. Yet, this strange elderly woman had such charm that Miguel began thinking she whisked it out of him. He began to turn to leave as he finally came to his senses. However, it’s then that the strange woman shouted with joy and shuffled her way back toward the hero.

Smiling, she put the item she had searched for into his hands, and without any doubt, she told him, "This is for you, and it is free. Please take it. It will solve everything."

In the pot she had given him was a dead plant. A dead fucking plant. The strange woman must have dementia besides being uniquely weird. Miguel didn't know what to do, so he took it, said his goodbyes, and left. As he was about to find a public trash can to dump the plant, it began to bloom right before his eyes into a flower — a beautiful Damiana. He didn't know what to make of this. One second, the plant was clearly dead; now, it was radiant and bountiful. He realized that he couldn't just toss it. Nor could he leave it. In a snap judgment decision, he decided to bring it home. This wasn't the best decision since he didn't know that particular plant was a sex pollen plant.

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It had been long since Miguel had woken up from a wet dream — even longer since his sheets were covered with cum from said wet dream. Back in Middle School and early High School, he remembered his desperate attempts to hide his ruined sheets from all of the boys in his dorms. Yet, there had been times where it had failed and rumors swelled around him and his actions. In truth it was a fucking nightmare, especially since it had been so regularly for a time. However, those days were long gone. Yet in the daylight, Miguel O'Hara had felt like he had been transported to that pubescent era. Since last night he had an extremely vivid sex dream, and now he felt no better than his 13-year-old self.

In Miguel's dream, you lay nude on a bed of clovers. You whined and whimpered as your fingers danced inside your swollen cunt. You were fucking yourself relentlessly. You were practically humping against your hand trying to succeed in getting to your release. And yet, your moans of passion only grew louder as the dream version of Miguel came toward you and kneeled over your naked body. He was also naked and had a cocky grin on his face. His red eyes gleamed, and as head approached your bare breasts, his fangs grazed upon your perky nipples — biting them harshly. You let out a bloodcurdling cry indicating that you had hit your high. Before the real Miguel could watch his dream self work through your orgasm, the real Miguel woke up ruining the whole dream.

After a few orgasm Miguel thought that the pain from his cock would subside. Nevertheless, the pain grew and made it impossible for him to think about anything other than you. He had told Lyla that he wasn't going to work. When she asked why he embarrassingly admitted to what he had been experiencing. She scanned his vitals and found that he had a fever. She then realized that the virus he’d contracted wasn’t of his world. After some quick research about that dimension he’d visited, she found that in that world the plant wasn't as harmless as it appeared.

In that version of Earth, particular plants were used to increase sexual desire. Helping people’s libidos increase by simply smelling the plant's amora. As it turned out, on that version of earth the Damiana was the strongest aphrodisiac. (Similar to how in his world the Damiana was also an aphrodisiac. Though, much less potent.) The cure to overcome this fever was to either wait a week or have sex.

To say that the geneticist hadn't taken the news well was an understatement. Miguel was nothing but furious as some old hag had decided to pull this futile prank. He was angry and so fucking horny that he could hardly form a conherent thought. At this point, he was clutching his cock with nothing less than vigorous need. He was becoming feral with his hand movements. Rapid and unsteady as he squeezed his member. Yet each time he reached his climax the want (pain) only worsened. His desire only heightened.

Lyla had abandoned him. Stating that self gratification wasn’t in her programming. And that she wasn’t that type of an A.I assistant. Frankly it pleased Miguel that she abandoned him. Since he was embarrassed with her watching. It was one thing to masturbate in front of someone else. But it was a completely different thing to do it in front of an artificial being. It felt wrong and desperate on so many levels. And Miguel was never the type to seek pleasure from A.I so it was for the best for her to leave.

Miguel knew he should seek sexual companionships with someone. Though he decided that in the end none of it would feel good. He knew he’d feel pathetic and disgusted with himself. Especially since the companion wouldn’t be you. So, rather than deal with his problems he decided to jack off. And hoped that they’d magically disappear — spoiler alert: they didn’t. In fact, they got worse. Since Miguel forgot to tell you not to come in to work.

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Miguel was beginning to think that this was hell. That this was the ultimate punishment for messing with the multiverse. And that no matter all the good he’d done to prevent the multiverse from clasping it on itself, that it wasn’t enough. That all he had done was in vain. Miguel was on his seventh orgasm, now. He was tired and wanted to stop yet the need made it so that he couldn’t relent. The pleasure with each release was astounding. Though, he couldn’t enjoy it since he was hardened once more making him have to continue onward.

He was dazed, completely out of his mind, and yet something snapped him back into reality. Something changed in the room. A loud clatter took him away from his jerk session. Cautiously, he opened his eyes and attempted to cover himself. Though it was too late, since the corporate had caught him. And of course — of fucking course — the corporate happened to be you. You were standing in the doorway, you had arrived late to work.

You stand there unmoving. Your eyes are widened and you look like you’re going to faint. Miguel knows he should stop stroking himself. He knows he should apologize, then apologize again, and cover himself. Yet, intentionally something changes. The fever elevates, crescendoing into the stratosphere. He groaned loudly in pain.

“Get out of here!!” He hissed hoping that you’d follow suit. You don’t move. You don’t speak. You don’t blink. You watch and that makes Miguel anxious. Then suddenly you do move. Just not in the direction he wanted. You lock the door behind yourself and in strides you approach him. Finally, he has the decency to cover himself. Once you're in front of him you tell him this.

“Lyla contacted me. She told me that you’ve been infected with some sort of plant.” He scoffed and shook his head in disbelief. Instead of going offline his fucking A.I decided to play matchmaker. Typical.

“Yeah,” he grunted as he adjusted himself. His cock seemed to throb strong now that you were in front of him. Miguel could hardly focus, all he wanted was to pin you down and have his way with you. It took everything within him to practice restraint.

“Let me help you… Make love to me.” Your voice was broken. Your eyes were brimming with concern and it made him feel even more pathetic. He couldn’t do this to you. This wasn’t how he wanted to have sex with you. At least not for the first time. In his fantasies, he’d always imagined he’d take you out to eat and make you laugh. That he’d whisper sweet nothings, and then take you back to his penthouse and be nothing but gentle with you. But now, none of those things would happen and it made him sick because you deserve them.

“Miguel, please. You’re in pain. Lyla said it’d help.”

“Go home!” You scoffed and began to take off your clothes. He clenched his jaw and averted his eyes, though it was in vain. Once you were completely naked, you sank to the floor and began crawling over toward him. There was no way he could look away. That’d be a crime. Once you were a foot away from him, you whispered.

“I don’t care if you're rough. I don’t care if you hurt me. I can handle it.”

“Why? Why the hell do you care?”

“Because it’s you. I have feelings for you, silly. I was just too chicken shit to act on them sooner. But given the circumstances this seems like the perfect time. So, please, make love to me.”

That was all he needed. That admission had awakened a feral beast within him. Though, he wasn’t completely convinced that it was because of Daimina's doing. Rather because his own desires were finally coming to fruition. Miguel pulled you close and stared into your eyes deeply. Searching for any fear, however he found none. He licked his lips and his fangs pointed over in the process.

“You’re serious?” You cupped his face and nodded your head. “As a heart attack, O’Hara. I want you. Please let me help.”

He growled playfully and swiftly sank his fingers down to your heat. He wanted to be slow but the Damiana's desire had convinced him not to savor this. Rather, get down to business. Once he fingers trance your labia he grinned as he realized how wet you were. It was almost as if you had been playing with yourself before your arrival? Or was it simply because you had watched him?

“So wet.” He mused, as he sank his fingers into your hole, leaving you to groan loudly. You then rested your head against his shoulder and mewled as he picked up his speed. In between your whimpers you said, “Only for you.” Your scent overwhelmed him. He knew that it was because of the Damina. Yet the illogical part of him convinced himself that it wasn’t. That it was because you smelled that good. He was rough with the movement of his fingers. Miguel added two more before you can even adjust properly, which left you to let out a sharp breath making him frowned.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Don’t you dare.” You let out a gasp as he began to pick up his pace. Miguel smirked, realizing he enjoyed this side of you. You were so complacent but to see a sassier side of you had definitely thrilled him. “You sure? Cause if you can’t handle my fingers we’re gonna have a problem come time my dick goes inside you.”

“Shut up! I can handle it! In fact, put it in! Come on O’Hara! Don’t you want me?” He said nothing as he removed his fingers without proper precautions. It made you whimper at that loss of friction. But as he cornered you and forced you onto the laboratory floor you became mute. Waiting in anticipation.

“I don’t have a condom.” Miguel whispered, his smirk never wavering. You snort and roll your eyes.
“I got the shot three months ago, genius. Remember when I used my sick day?” He doesn’t reply, instead he captured your lips with his, then forcefully sank into your dripping cunt. The cry you let out is louder than ever before. But he couldn’t give a shit. The stretch was intoxicating. If he wasn’t currently experiencing a sexual fever that heightened his libido, he was certain that he would have cum simply by being in your tight cunt.

Miguel is afraid to look at you. He’s certain that he’s hurting you. To say he had a big dick was an over simplification. He should have prepped you more, instead he fell for your taunts. He should have convinced you to leave. He should have –

“Spidey! I swear to god if you don’t start pounding into me I’m going to quit.” He let out a huge belly laugh, which left him to move slightly. It’s then that you start rolling your hips and biting your lip. Taking his breath away completely. Who would have guessed that his once timid assistant was actually more kinker than she appeared? Perhaps, there was some truth to the saying “Quiet girls are kinky between the sheets.”

“Miggy please!! If you don’t start moving I’m going to flip you over and ride you myself!!”

“I’d like to see you try. But I’m a big guy, sweetie. And you’re like a full foot shorter than me. If not more.” With that he pulled out from your cunt, only to forcefully slammed back in. The pace he starts is steady. Almost calculated, but it’s your whining and groaning that snaps him away from his steady movement. Persuading him to be eradicated and throw all caution to the wind. For hours now he’d been covered in sweat and yet being inside of you, he had felt even more flushed than before. He was growing disheveled with each rhythmic thrust he made and your noises were the sympathy to guide him to his peak. Miguel hadn’t made much eye contact with you since he had been afraid to see the pain in your eyes. It’s not until you pull his face closer does he realize how much of a foolish thing that was.

Your eyes are glazed over, your lips are burning red and plum with all the gnawing you had done with your teeth. You looked like you were nearly gone and he hadn’t even given you the proper stimulation.

“Oh sweet girl.” He cooed as he moved his fingers to your clit. You shudder making him chuckle.

“I’m sorry I forgot.”

“It’s okay.” You croak. “I was handling it pretty fine.” He tutted and pulled your legs closer to your chest. He played with your pearl leaving you to topple over the edge. As you convulse around his engorged cock he followed after you. Reaching his own high. He pulled out abruptly, leaving you to let out the most pornographic mewl of the morning.

The two of you are glistening in sweat. Miguel couldn’t be bothered to leave your arms. Instead, opting to play with your hair. He kissed your collar bone to the tips of your breast. Humming he felt content. The Damiana’s toxins had run its course through his system. His fever was broken. However, nothing could prepare the fever he felt in his heart. You were finally his and he realized that for once in his life he could be content.

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“Holy shit! Your cunt is fantastic!!” The masked man yawped loudly. He grunted and jutted his hips in a testing manner to see what would happen, leaving you to mewl. You couldn’t see his face but you knew that had made him smile since he began to thrust into you roughly. God were you full — you were completely and utterly full of his cock and you couldn’t be happier. You also couldn’t quite believe that he was fitting inside of you so perfectly. The masked man was girthy, yet somehow he managed to coerce himself into your tight cunt. With little to no resistance. Mainly because you were already wet.

“Fuck, you’re so wet! I’m so fucking thankful I came in here while you were fingering yourself!” He said as he continued to pound into you. You scoffed in between your moans and dug your finger nails into his bare shoulders as a means of protest, you then said.

“You didn’t come in. You literally propelled your body through my window. There’s broken glass everywhere dipshit.” It’s at that moment that he found that spot deep inside of you, making you groan louder than before. The masked man was practically giddy as he had shut you up.

“No need to get all technical. While I get wreck-ical in your pussy, sweetie.” He taunted. At this rate it wouldn’t be long until you were seeing stars. You felt a dopey grin form upon your face and sighed dreamily as you stretched your legs out further.

“Please don’t make shitty rhymes while fucking me.”

The masked man chuckled loudly. He then lifted your legs up high in the air and pulled you closer to his chest. You groan loudly at the new adjustment. The stretch was deeply welcomed. As he bottomed out he whispered in a gruff tone.

“Is it all good if I start moving, again?” You smiled as you looked up at him through your lashes. You couldn’t see his face through his mask’s visor. But you were certain that his eyes were nothing but kind as he asked for your permission. In truth, you couldn’t quite believe your luck at this moment. You felt truly bless that your crush had come into your life and was fucking you senselessly.

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A few minutes prior to now, the masked man — Vigilante — had crashed through your window. In the chaos that ensured he stated that he wasn’t going to harm you. And that he was on the run from some crooked cops. But before he could explain what had brought him to be on the run from the police. The masked man had turned toward you and saw the disheveled state you were in. You were naked on the top of your comforter with three fingers stuffed deeply in your cunt. A vibrator laid nearby buzzing loudly. You were completely nude and your cunt was sopping wet.

“Why are you fingering yourself when you’ve got a vibrator right there?” He questioned as he continued to stare at you. You don’t move to cover yourself, instead you tell him this.

“I was using it, don't worry. I kinda just threw it out of the way when you fucking broke through my window.” The masked man let out a boyish chuckle and continued to look in your direction. You raised an eyebrow as you realized that he was checking you out. You had then noticed the obvious bulge forming in his pants. Licking your lips you spread your legs wider and whispered in a seductive tone.

“Like what you see? I can’t tell, since you're hiding behind a mask.”

“It’s for my protection and for those who matter to me. That’s why I wear the mask. But is it okay if I look at you? Or are you going to throw me out for being a pervert?”

“You're free to look. But I think it’d be better if you join.” The masked man took a step back. And let out a noise that sounded almost as if he was squealing with delight.

“Holy shit! Are you for real right now?”

“I am.” You said with a playful grin. The masked man did a celebratory fist pump and giggled. He began to take off his suit but stopped before he could be completely bare. He had only managed to take off his boots.

“Wait! But you don’t even know who I am? I could have an STD, you know.”

“Well, do you?”

“Nope.”

“So that’s settled then. As for knowing who you are. I could care less. Besides,” You move to stand before him. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you looked up at him as if he was the whole universe. You bit your lip and whispered. “Besides, I’ve always got a thing for a Vigilante.”

The masked man pulled away from you and gasped loudly. If he wasn’t hiding his face you were certain that his eyes would be widened at your little confession.

“Wait! You know my alias?!” You giggled and shook your head.

“I do indeed. I’m also quite a fan of your work.”

“Wait, really?! Why?"

“Yup, you typically kill Johns and I’ve got friends in the night business. And most of them have had shitty experiences with their clients. So, it’s nice to know that somebody goes after the shitbags who hurt my friends.”

“Oh! Okay. So, you’ve got prostitute friends…” He crossed his arms and tilted his head off to the side and added. “Wait, you’re not a prostitute are you? No shame if you are. I’m just not going to have sex with you if you make me pay. I don’t do that kind of thing. I’m all into the bonding type of sex. I’m not into the bonding as in cash definition.”

You laughed loudly at his silly joke. You then shook your head, and sat down on your bed. “Nope. I’m not a prostitute. But I do dabble in making sexy feet content from time to time. But that’s as nasty as I get.”

“Oh that’s cool. So you’re really okay with me hooking up with you.”

“Super cool. But you gotta agree to something first.”

“Okay? What?”

“You’re paying for my broken window.”

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“Hey! Hey! Earth to sweet cheeks? Are you still there?”

The masked man shook your shoulders lightly, taking you out of your daze. You gave him a nod and whispered. “Why’d you stop moving? I was getting there.”

“I’ve been shaking you for about a minute now. Wait, were you just fangirling on me? And that’s why you haven’t been responding?”

“Perhaps.” You bit your lip and giggled. “I’ll have you know, that I’ve dreamed about this.” You pulled him close and used your breath to fog up his visor so that he couldn't see out of it. You then wordlessly flipped him over and began to ride him. Your movements were uneven and frantic as you sank up and down his large shaft. It had been a while since you had hooked up with anybody, so you were out of practice when it came to riding cock. However, the groan that the masked man let out indicated that you weren’t a complete failure. If anything, it told you that you were doing fantastic.

“Shit! Remind me to break your window more often!”

“If you break another goddamn window I’m going to kill you.” You sternly said as you continued to ride him. Vigilante grunted loudly at that and guided his hands to your waist helping you control your movements. He squeezed the fat of your skin harshly and whined.

“Say that again, please.”

“I’m going to kill you!”
“Again!”

“I’m going to fucking kill you!!”

“Fuck!!!” He screamed loudly as he came.

Hot white cum leaked out of him as you rode him through his orgasm. The twitch of his cock had also sent you over the edge, making your movements completely uneven. You convulse around him leaving the two of you to groan vociferously with pleasure. Unable to move, you fell onto his bare chest, and rested your head against his masked helmet. The visor was completely foggy which meant the masked man couldn’t see a damn thing.

You wanted to kiss his lips but decided his neck was the only option. As much as you liked him you knew better than to take off his mask. It would have been the ultimate form for betrayal if you had done so. In the afterglow the masked man pulled out of you leaving you to cry at the loss of him.

He hushed you and sweetly said. “It’s okay Pooh Bear. If you give me a second we can go again.”

You rest your eyes for a moment and nod your head. You were completely out of it but then a voice in your head screamed out. Stating that something was oddly familiar with the nickname he had given you. It then clicked.
It was the same stupid nickname your fucking DnD teammate called you during each week. The one that you requested weekly for him not to call you that. But of course, that had gone unheard since he seemed to enjoy your frustrated rants. You had just fucked Adrian Chase!

“Adrian! Is that fucking you?!” You shouted as you pulled away from him forcefully. The masked man sat up and looked like he was about to deny it. However, he stopped and sighed.

“Shit! What gave it away!”

Everything. Everything gave it away. You were just too blinded by lust to notice. Instead of throwing him out and calling him a pervert you weighed your options. You had just had the best sex of your life. It was for the most part it was consensual (minus the fact that you weren’t sure if you knew it was Adrian you’d fuck him to begin with.) But with that fact aside, you were still kind of horny. So, you decided that you’d let this one detail slide.

“It doesn’t matter. Just keep the mask on. I’m fucking you again.”

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October 16th, 1994

Steve’s relationship with you wasn’t something out of a Disney movie. Rather a drama on HBO that had little comfort but amazing sex scenes. It’s a relationship that was dead on arrival. One that no matter how hard he tried to quit, he’d ended back in the same place each time. (That being, him between your thighs and his tongue inside your cunt.) However, last week, he decided enough was enough. He made himself a promise to stop returning your calls once and for all. Yet here he was at the start of another week already ruining said promise. You called. And because he was a fucking idiot, Steve answered.

For the last half hour, he’s been circling the block trying to find a parking spot. Once he finds a spot, he’s going to go inside this seeding bar to look for you. Apparently, your shitty friends ditched you, and his number was the only one you could recall. So, you called him countless times through a twenty minute timespan until he was forced to pick up. Over the phone you didn’t sound too drunk so he wasn’t initially worried. Yet, in good conscience, Steve convinced himself that he couldn’t just leave you there. He didn’t want you to end up on the news as a missing person.

God only knows all the shit he’s been through throughout the years. Frankly he still can’t believe that after all the insanity that he went through in his late teens, that he was somehow able to get out of Hawkins and live a normal life. Well, normal wasn’t exactly correct. Since he was stuck in a dysfunctional on again, off again, relationship but that was besides the point.

As Steve circled the block for what seemed to be the millionth time tonight, he spotted you. You’re leading up against a biker with a horseshoe mustache talking and it’s annoying to watch. It was so fucking clear that you were flirting with him that it made Steve want to gouge his eyes out. With a heavy sigh he debated on if he should just get out of here. You clearly looked happy to be flirting with this weirdo biker and he shouldn’t have answered your call in the first place. Perhaps, if he left now he could finally forget you once and for all.

But then a guy behind him honked, stirring Steve from his thoughts. And before Steve can drive off, the impatient asshole began to yell at him for being too slow. He had even called him names that Steve knew better than to repeat. It was this little spectacle that finally made you turn your attention away from the biker. Upon seeing him you smiled and waved at Steve making him internally curse. You then quickly rushed over to Steve’s car and shouted and slurred your words.

“Stevie!! I knew you’d come!! What took you so long!!” Steve scanned your face and knew that you were drunker than he originally thought. He felt grateful in that moment since he could protect you from getting taken advantage of by creeps like that biker.

“Get in the car!” He shouted at you in an annoyed tone. You frowned and shook your head. “But I’m not done talking to Dylan!!”

“Who the fuck is Dylan?!” You say nothing, instead you just point over to the biker and Steve grunts in response.

“Okay! Well we’ve gotta go!”

“But I’m not done!!”

“So what?! You’re holding up traffic, sweetheart!! Get in the fucking car!! Or else I’ll just leave you here like your friends.” It’s an empty threat but he knew in your drunken state you’d buy it. You waved goodbye to the biker, you then turned back to Steve and rolled your eyes.

“UGH!! FINE!!” With that, you opened the door to Steve’s 89 Range Rover and got in. Once buckled, Steve drove the two of you out the bar’s parking lot. He was determined to get you back home. As he turned onto the freeway, he caught a glimpse at the time clock; it was now 2:30 am. He let out a hefty sigh and then grunted under his breath. There was no way in fuck that Steve was going to be functional enough for his morning shift. He decided that he could easily just call off. However, the risk of losing out on some of his earnings made him think otherwise. The two of you drive in silence for about five to ten minutes until you finally break the silence.

“You didn’t have to be so rude back there, Harrington.”

Steve rolled his eyes and continued to focus his attention on the road. He was starting to regret that he answered your call. He should be in bed rather than waste his time helping a girl like you. Yet, it was clear two both of you that you were nothing but a goddamn siren to Steve. So, of course, he came running to help you. Always the hero, yet never heroic enough to reach his happily ever after.

“I said you didn’t have to be so rude, Harrington!”

“I heard you.”

“So, you’re not going to say anything. Or apologize?”

“Yes, and nope.”

“Rude.”

“Yup.”

“What happened to us, Stevie? We used to be so close. Now you’re giving me the cold shoulder. It’s like you hate me or something. You promised me that you’d never hate me. I mean what did I do wrong?” Steve gently shook his head in disagreement. The light changed to red leaving him to put his car to a full stop. He knew that if he didn’t say anything you’d continue to pester him so he decided to go with the vague approach. He glanced over toward you and simply said.

“You know what happened.” You crossed your arms forcefully and rolled your eyes. With a huff you swiftly said.

“I’m sorry for being a party girl. It’s not my fault for being young and having fun.”

Steve scoffed and rolled his eyes once more. The light then turned green and began to drive once more. The streets were empty except for the occasional drunks and hookers. Other than them, it was just the two of you on the road in the middle of the night. Sometimes the occasional delivery truck or car would show up but for the most part it was just the two of you. Alone.

Being alone in the night with you always led to trouble which is why he knew better to waste time on getting you home. So, he decided to take the backroads. They were quicker and the sooner he was away from you, the sooner he could get his head straightened out. All he could think about was your perfect lips and sweet smell of your perfume. It was driving him mad to be in such close proximity with you. He decided that some music might take his mind off of you. So, he turned on a late night radio station and prayed that they wouldn’t play any love songs. After a few minutes you once again broke the silence.

“It’s because I’m a flirt isn't it?” Steve’s grip on the wheel tightened which led you to groan loudly. “Oh my god. You’re making it seem like I’m the only one, Stevie! Like for fuck sake, you were totally coming onto my roommate two weeks ago!”

Steve quickly turned toward you forcing himself to look away from the road. “I was not! Where the hell did you hear that?”

“Tina told me.” You smirked and bathed your eyelashes at him. Steve grunted and rolled his eyes. “Great! Of course she did! You know that Tina was lying to you, by the way. Because that’s what she does. She creates drama just to fuck with you.”

“Oh really?! Then why is it that when I came back into the living room things were awkward?”

“Did Tina tell you what really happened? I’m guessing not. Since she essentially did a strip tease for me with no warning. She showed me her shitty excuse for a bathing suit. While you went to get ready for our date. Like no matter what I did to get her to back off she kept harassing me. The fucking swimsuit was practically lingerine. God! I’ve lived in California for nearly three years now and I still don’t fucking get how everyone is so obessed with less clothing. It honestly leaves little to the imagination.”

“WOW. Great news! Moral Illinois Steve is here! Guys come quick! Who wants to hear some judgments and wisdom from Hicken, Illinois!!”

“I’m from Indiana! And you’re one to talk, Miss Nebraska. No wait. That’s not right, you were Miss Nebraska’s runner up.”

“You know what, I'm glad we broke up. At least now I don’t have to deal with your stupid college friends who play DnD! That Husky kid is so fucking annoying!!”

“Take that back!!”

“Make me!!”

With that Steve suddenly jerked the car to the side of the road. The area he pulled over is a wooded area. Nowhere near any houses or business. Just a quiet area that was perfect for a place to park for a while. He turned off the engine of the car. And let out a deep breath and turned toward you. The look on your face almost seemed scared. Which led him to chuckle.

“What’s with that look?”

“You’re not going to Ted Bundy me, are you, Stevie?”

Steve let out a big belly laugh and shook his head. He ran his fingers through his thick brown hair and gave you a tired smile. “No. I left my tools with that husky kid. You know, the kid you hate so much. Which means I’m unable to chop up your body tonight. Sorry, sweetie.”

Steve gave you a playful wink and felt somewhat bashful in that moment. Mainly because of the sweet smile you had suddenly given him. You were working your charm and he could care less that it was working. All that mattered was that you were here and he was here too.

“I don’t hate him for the record. Dustin’s a sweet kid. I’m just jealous how close the two of you are.”

“Of course you are.”

“Shut up, Harrington!” You playfully wack his chest and laughed. Before you could remove your hand from him, Steve tilted his head off to the side and raised his eyebrows in a teasing notion. Indicating that maybe, just maybe, the two of you should go into the back seat of his car. It’s your turn to get flustered, which makes Steve feel even more drawn to you. For a moment he wondered if he went too far, but then you started to move.

You say nothing as you remove your seatbelt and open your door. You closed it and then opened the backseat passenger door. You then effortlessly slid into the back seat, only to bat your eyes at him in an innocent manner. Steve forcefully took off his seatbelt and scrambled to get into the backseat as well. He didn’t bother to open his door, instead he opted to be less graceful by sliding his body over the center console of his car. You giggled as you watched him struggle to get into the backseat with you. Once Steve is finally seated, you straddle his hips and begin to unzip his pants. You look at him through your lashes and take his giant member out of his pants gently.

There’s no need for words. Because the look in your eyes says it all. You want him and Steve wants you. He knows that in the morning might regret it in the morning because of how things typically end between the two of you. But for now, he doesn’t care. He wants you and he’d be a damn fool to turn you away.

“My, my. What big cock you have.” You playfully teased as you began to squeeze Steve’s cock roughly. He began to move at your touch. You then spat into your other hand and switched hands. The spit worked perfectly for a substitute lubrication but your shitty pun made Steve annoyed.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He said as he shook his head. You let out a warm chuckle and nip his earlobe, this small action made his cock throb even harder than before. You then began to grind against him taking Steve’s breath away in the process.

“What’s the matter, Stevie? Do you not like my pun?” You began to pull off your panties from underneath your skirt, and start to line yourself up. You were seconds away from giving him what he truly wanted. True heaven was your tight cunt and he’d be damned if he didn’t get accepted into the pearly gates. Thankfully, you were in a giving mood.

You sank down upon his cock tantalizingly slow. When you take him completely, Steve groaned roughly and tightly shut his eyes. He was savoring every second of this. His mind drifted to foolish thoughts. Thoughts of the two of you getting back together. He knew that It’d be a stupid idea in the long run, but frankly who gives a shit? It did matter that all that you ever did was fight, fucking made it all worth it.

“Yeah it’s a shitty pun… I don’t think it even qualifies as a pun, sweetie. More like an homage to Goldilocks and Three Little Bears.”

“Fuck, Harrington. It was homage to the Little Red Riding hood. God, you’re already pussy drunk.” You said as you gyrated against his cock at a steady pace. Steve gripped your hips and shrugged his shoulders. He bit his lip, holding back a moan. He knew he was pussy drunk already but he wasn’t going to give you that satisfaction of him admitting it.

“So, you’re not berating me for getting my fairy tales mixed up? Jesus Christ.”

“Nope. Jesus isn’t here, Stevie. Only me. The one true goddess.” With that, you began bouncing on his cock, knocking the wind right out of Steve Harrington. He knew he wouldn’t last long to begin with, however, now he wasn’t certain that he would last another minute. You made him completely and utterly pathetic and fuck did he love it.

“Faster.” Steve whimpered, as he ripped off your shirt. Kneading your breast with his coarse fingers he knew that you loved the sensation since you bouncing became unsteady and distorted. You buried your face into his neck and started sucking on the skin of his neck. Leaving a brutal hickey in your wake. Steve let out a sharp breath and thought about anything else. He couldn’t climax, not when he was feeling this good. Not when you weren’t anywhere near close.

“Going to cum, Stevie?” You croak as you rocked frantically against him. Your hair was sticking to your face and you looked disheveled. He knew you were getting close to toppling over. He was debating on helping you cum by playing with your clit when you suddenly admitted this.

“God. You’re so pathetic, Stevie. You know my friends didn’t ditch me. They weren’t even there. I just needed to fuck with you.”

Steve’s eyes crack wide open, he let out a gasp and he nearly choked on his saliva. This whole fucking night was just a ploy to get him into the sack. He went out of his way to rescue you at some sleazy dive bar in the middle of the goddamn night and now it was all a farce.

You weren’t a goddess. You were a devil. Possibly the devil.

“Awwww. Is Stevie mad?” You teased as you pulled on his hair with great force. You smirked and let out a chuckle. But before you could continue on with your torment, the wind was knocked out of you as Steve had suddenly flipped you over. He pulled on the seat lever making it go all the way back. With him now on top it was clear by the dark look in his eyes he wasn’t happy.

“Did you fucking lie?” He barked as he jerked his cock into you. You whimpered and shook your head “no.” Forcing Steve to continue to slam his cock into you until you cried out. “Okay I may have lied!!”

“You’re a little slut!” He said as he pulled out of your cunt forcefully, only to ram back into it. He knew it hurt since you began to cry but Steve didn’t give a shit. He then continued his brutal assault on your cunt and said. “You wake me up at a two in the fucking morning for what? To fuck?”

You whimpered and nodded your head. You then did your best to keep up with his movement. However, Steve forced your hips to a standstill.

“Guess what sweetheart? You’re not coming.”

You gaped up at him and whimpered pitifully. You pleaded and cried out. Nevertheless, it only spurs Steve’s climax. Making him reach it in record time. As it crashed over him he pulled out and spattered his white hot cum across your chest painting it in his finest masterpiece yet. He grinned and nodded his head as he admired his work.

Once he came down from his high, he grunted. And wiped the remainder of his cum into his jeans. He then wordlessly climbed back into the front seat leaving you high and dry. He turned toward you once again and finally said this.

“Don’t forget to wear your fucking seatbelt.” With that, he turned on his Range Rover’s engine and drove you home.

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March 29th 1986

The group thought you were a crazy person, and you probably were at this point in time. Frankly it made sense that you were a crazy person. In the weeks prior to now, you had watched the life drain out of your lover's eyes. Eddie Munson was dead. His life was just beginning and now he was dead. How could you not be a crazy person? Especially when the person you loved and cared about the most was gone forever.

Yet, everyone in town who didn’t know Eddie, was glad that he was dead. And no matter how hard you tried convincing people that Eddie wasn’t a mass murder it was of no use. The small minded idiots of Hawkins would always believe that Eddie was a killer. So yeah, it was safe to say that you were a crazy person now. A crazy person that would be stuck in their grief and insanity forever.

Nevertheless, it seemed that your insanity had hit its climax. As it turned out, you were the only person in the group who wanted to give Eddie a proper burial. Sure, everyone “claimed” they wanted to bury him and give him a funeral. But not a proper one. Not one to your standards. In truth, everyone was too chicken shit to go back to the Upside Down to retrieve Eddie’s body. You weren’t, however. You were a crazy person now. So going back to the closest thing to hell wasn’t of any concern to you.

It didn’t matter to you that Venca could easily kill you. It didn’t matter that you were defenseless against Venca’s army of demobats. It didn’t matter that you were just one person going to carry a body for what would mostly be miles. None of it mattered. All that did matter was fetching Eddie’s decaying body and giving him the proper burial. It was the least you could do as his girlfriend.

You couldn’t tell anybody about what you were planning, none of them would approve of it. Steve would talk you out of it. Telling you it would be too dangerous, especially to go alone. Since Eddie’s death, he had become such a mother hen toward you. Never letting you do anything. Always demanding someone to watch over you. It was driving you insane.

You knew it was because Eddie had told him to watch after you. Back when Eddie and you first went to the Upside Down, you had overheard him tell Steve to watch you. He had said that if anything bad were to happen to him that Steve had to watch you. At the time you thought Eddie was being extra cautious but now you know the truth. Eddie thought he was going to die and that fear came into fruition. Now, Steve “The Hair” Harrington, has become your guardian of sorts. Though he felt more like a guard than a guardian, since he seemed to always refuse your ideas. This meant that your escape wouldn’t be easy.

Luckily for you, Mike Wheeler was pathetic when it came to watching people. He seemed to always be distracted. It was most likely because he was young and thus everything easily distracted him. But you were certain that it mainly had to do with the love triangle he was currently stuck in. His misfortune was your fortune, since his easily distracted nature had given you the perfect opportunity to sneak out of Hopper’s cabin. Thus, you were able to fulfil your plan. It took a while to get to where the gate to the Upside Down was. But once there you felt proud of all that you had accomplished. Maybe Eddie would be proud of you too? Most likely he’d be pissed that you’d attempt to do something so reckless. Frankly, it seemed almost fair that you were doing this. Especially after the stupid stunt he pulled that ended up getting him killed. Either way, you’d never know how Eddie would think about this since he was gone. And for that it made you all the more determined to give him a proper burial.

The gate that you ended up choosing was the same one that Dustin, Eddie, and you had gone through. The same one that was created in the Munson’s trailer. It dawned on you quickly that this was the first time since the earthquake that you had seen the Forest Hills trailer park — the place you once called home. After you graduated in 84 you moved out of your parents home and lived with Eddie and Wayne. Forest Hills was a shitty place to live but to you it was heaven on earth simply because of Eddie. Now, there wasn’t much left of Forest Hills Trailer Park and your heaven was gone.

Surprisingly the government hadn’t come in to barricade Forest Hills from the general public yet. It had only been a few days since the earthquake, but even so, it didn’t make sense as to why they had been slow. From what Steve and the group had told you about the government's actions in the past, it seemed abnormal for them to not have the area in lockdown. You decided not to dwell on it since this was a blessing on your behalf. It meant that you could easily slip into the Upside Down and retrieve Eddie’s body and then go back to Hopper’s cabin.
Forest Hills — what was left of it — was nothing but a shitshow. There was debris everywhere. Broken glass, scrap metal, and broken rocks littered the area making it nearly impossible to traverse it. The belongings from the trailers were scattered everywhere, making this experience riddled with such extreme melancholy that you were beginning to doubt this journey. You knew that you could easily leave and possibly continue to convince the group into helping you return to the Upside Down. However, the threat of the government taking control of the area had weighed on your mind. Leaving you convinced that if you didn’t retrieve your boyfriend’s corpse tonight, his body would forever be damned to rot in the Upside Down.

So, you are cautious with your movement. You don’t put weight on any bit of precarious debris until you have tested to see if the area is stable. You do this by throwing the bag you brought with you, in front of you to test if the area is truly stable. And to your luck, it works. (Although it should be noted that the bag only holds items no less than fifteen pounds. But it still works nonetheless.) None of the suspicious looking rocks cause you to fall into the rubble and you traverse the area with ease.

As you climb further into the area that was formerly your home, you can’t help but feel as though you are being watched. Each time you scan the area you find nothing. However, the eerie feeling still burns inside of you. You hope that whoever is watching you, isn’t a government official as well as it not being Venca himself. You knew that if Venca was looking for more victims, you would likely be next. Though it didn’t matter to you if you were his next victim. You had no purpose in life now that Eddie was gone. So, to die now wouldn’t exactly be something you protested against.
You had finally reached the location of where the Munson trailer formerly was. You recognized it by the amount of broken multicolored glass that littered the terrain. Miraculously enough, the old Garfield the cat mug that Eddie loved dearly had somehow managed to survive. It was perched in the rubble a few feet down. Without thinking, you decided to reach for it only to fall down into the rubble. Everything went black.

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You wake up to the sound of someone closing a cabinet door with slight force. You bolt upward only to feel pain rush through your body. You cried out and rubbed the back of your head where the pain was the most prominent. After a few seconds you looked around the area and realized that you were inside a very intact Munson’s trailer. It was as if the earthquake had never happened. You were on the sofa and wrapped up in your favorite Afghan blanket. The one Eddie had given you early on in your relationship. It became very apparent to you that this wasn’t the real Munson’s trailer. At least not the one from your world. From the looks of it… you’ve managed to end up in the Upside Down.

You have no recollection of getting here; the last thing you recall is seeing Eddie’s old mug and reaching for it. Someone had taken you here. You began to get up from the couch only to hear someone grunt. It made you anxious to know that whoever had brought you here was still in the room without you. Which is why you refused to turn. Instead, the person spoke out.

“I was beginning to think you were going to die, sweetheart. Don’t scare me like that.” A familiar voice said calmly. Your fear subsided as a new emotion overtook you — that being surprise. You turned around forcefully, gasping loudly. Clearly, you had hit your head a little too hard. It was the only plausible answer. Why else would your dead boyfriend still be alive before you?

Eddie stood in the kitchen seemingly cooking something. From what you could tell he had a kettle pot on the stove meaning he was most likely making tea. (Probably for you since he didn’t drink tea. Your boyfriend hated it with a passion.) He looked unworldly in this lighting making you fear for the worst. Your boyfriend was always pale skinned but he seemed even paler as if he never saw the sun in his life. It was nearly spooky to see him like this which left you to think that this was some sort of dream.

Once the kettle whistled, Eddie took it off and poured the hot water into a mug and brought it over to you. As he handed you the mug as well as a teabag he said this. “You know… you’re such a brat, sweetie. You defy Harrington’s rules. Ran out on Mike. And came to the Upside Down alone.” His grin grew into a smirk and he shook his head. Chuckling, he added. “Fuck. I’m not sure if I’m impressed or annoyed.”

You rolled your eyes. You knew that Eddie wasn’t truly scolding you but the irony of the situation was making it aggravating to hear nonetheless. You took a deep breath and set your tea down on the side table. You then leaned forward and said.

“Well you’re one to talk! I watched you die. And yet here you are still alive!! How are you still alive, Eddie? And why didn’t you come back? I mean what have you been living off of? I’m pretty sure this world doesn’t have canned food? Or maybe it does I–”

“Shut up.” He snarled, glaring into your eyes. You felt a shiver run down your spine. For a moment you worried that this was some sort of hoax that Venca had planned. Yet your gut had told you that it wasn’t. And your gut had never been wrong before. So you decided to proceed onward with your ramblings.

“What? I’m just saying, I don’t understand how you survived, Eddie. It’s weird.” You rested your hand upon Eddie’s knee and stared deeply into his dark brown eyes searching. The response he gave you, however, puzzled you even more.

“Eddie didn’t survive, doll. His body did, however.”

“What?”

“I said Eddie’s gone.” You took your hand off his knee at that confession. It was a trap. This was Venca’s doing. You shouldn’t have come. You shouldn’t have come. As panic filled your soul you began to shake. Eddie’s eyes darkened and let out a dark chuckle. Then suddenly that chuckle softened as he then let out a loud belly laugh.

“I’m sorry! I was just fucking with you, sweetheart! You should have seen your face.”

You groaned loudly and grabbed a nearby pillow and hit him with it. After a few seconds of you hitting him with a throw pillow, Eddie pleaded for mercy. You then dropped the pillow and wrapped your arms around him.

You missed his touch. His smell. His warmth… Eddie wasn’t warm, he was ice cold. You pulled away slightly and looked into his eyes. Eddie simply nodded his head as if he was waiting for you to make a comment about his body heat. With a deep sigh he nodded his head and said.

“Okay… So here’s the thing sweetie. Your sweet Eddie bear is alive. But only kinda. At least I think so that is… Basically, I’m 99.9% certain that I’ve become a vampire or something of the sort.”

You pulled away and crossed your arms. Shaking your head you swiftly tell him. “You’re not a vampire.”

Your boyfriend snorted at that and put his hands on his hips and stood above you. Annoyed, he began to ramble. Doing his best to convince you otherwise. “Sweetie!! You don’t know that for certain! I could be a vampire! I haven’t even shown you my new enhancements yet! Plus, how the hell would I still be alive? You watched me die, remember?”

“Of course I remember!! That’s why I’m here. I was trying to get your body for a proper burial. Eddie, darling, Vampires aren’t real!”

“So, that’s why you came here? Holy shit. You’re literally the sweetest girl on the planet.” He sat down once more and took your hands into his. Grinning, he added. “Still you’re kinda silly since you think vampires couldn’t possibly be real. And yet as it turns out parallel worlds are real! Yet, you draw the line at vampires?!”

“Well.”

“Ah-Ha!! I knew that you weren’t certain!!”

“Okay fine. I’ll bite. Why do you think you’re a vampire?”

“Cause of these.” Eddie spread his mouth wide open with his fingers. He then moved into the light giving you better access so that you could examine whatever it was that he wanted to show you. You gasped once you realized why he had been so keen into showing you his mouth. His canine teeth were engorged, pointing out prominently. He removed his fingers from his mouth and chuckled.

“So did I convince you?”

“Those aren’t fake are they? I know you were fucking with me earlier. If this is another prank Eddie I swear to fucking god I will—”

“Relax, sugar. It’s not a prank this time. They’re real. I’d let you touch them but it’s kinda unsanitary. I’ve got other ways of proving it by the way. I can’t shrink into a bat and fly around just yet. Hopefully I will in the future, otherwise this whole thing will be lame. But I can read your mind. I’m also unable to appear in mirrors.”

“Wait. You can read my mind?”

“Yup. How else would I know about Steve and Mike being shitty friends and not watching you? You’re thinking that you kinda glossed over that, am I right, sugar?”

He was right. You did gloss over that fact. It was strange, but you were beginning to think your boyfriend really could be a vampire. After all, stranger things have happened to the two of you. Case in point, the two of you were currently in another dimension right now. One that was ruled over a villain who had an obsession with killing teenagers. Why did everything have to get so complicated? Why couldn’t you just have a normal goddamn life?

“Relax, sweetie. You’re stressing yourself out.” Eddie’s tone had shifted to a less cocky one. He then sat down next to you and wrapped his arms around you. Softly he said. “You know. I know a way to calm you down.”

You titled your head off to the side and stared at him. You hadn’t a damn clue what he was thinking or talking about. Eddie chuckled and leaned into your ear, he then whispered. “Perhaps, we should test my new abilities. It’s been a while since we’ve fucked, darling.”

“You can’t be serious right now!!”

“What?! Don’t act like you’re not curious! Besides, I know you’ve been wet this entire time.”

“H-how would y-you know?!”

“Vampire, sugar! God it’s like you don’t read.”

“I read!”

“Yeah, just not enough vampirism books. So, what do you say darling? Wanna test it out?”

You’re hesitant for only a moment. You weren’t scared per se , just anxious about the idea of having sex with your supposed vampire boyfriend. It was strange to say the least and you worried that if you did have sex something could go wrong. However, the idea of having sex with Eddie out weighed any of your doubts and before you know it, your undead boyfriend was on top of you, kissing you passionately.

He’s everywhere and he’s clouding your senses. You were desperate: for more touch, more friction, more tongue, more everything, more Eddie. As the two of you made out on his Uncle’s couch it had all come crashing down. You had realized that this was what you would always need. Not wanted but needed in order to survive. Eddie was everything to you and without him you were no better than dust.

“You just won’t stop thinking.” Eddie said as he began unbuckling his ripped jeans. He took off his shirt with ease and was left to his boxers. Kneeling before you, he chuckled darkly and shook his head at your dazed state.

“Stop reading my mind, Munson.” You purred as you leaned forward to capture his lips in for a kiss. Your fingers danced against his chest and proceeded lower and lower until you had cupped his balls. As you squeezed them he kissed your lips roughly, then Eddie pulled down your jeans and underwear in one quick swoop. He spread your legs wide apart and licked his lips.

“I know how to stop you from overthinking this, darling. Wanna hear a secret?”

You nodded your head and Eddie sat down on the shag carpet. He pulled your legs over his shoulders and buried his face against your core. You gasped at this action, normally you would feel Eddie’s warm breath but since he wasn’t “alive” there was none. Instead, you felt his piercing fangs on your inner thigh biting you softly. He licked the skin of your inner thigh and then whispered against it.

“You always forget to think when I’m sucking on your clit.” With that, Eddie’s tongue is inside your cunt and you're whimpering uncontrollably. If you were in your world’s version of the trailer park, you knew that a neighbor would have called the cops on the two of you for disrupting the peace. But you’re not in your world. Instead, you're in the Upside Down and getting tongue fucked by your undead boyfriend.

Your fingers somehow manage to find the locks of his long brown hair, and he buried his face deeper against your mound. As he sucked on your clit you began to feel as though you’re holding onto his hair for dear life. You were soaking wet for him, and he had hardly even begun to tongue fucks you. His fingers slowly make their way inside of your cunt leaving you to groan loudly at the contact. Since he’s wearing his bulky metal rings, Eddie’s only fit two inside of you so far. You weren’t ready enough for a third finger quite yet.

“The hog ring always makes you a quivering mess, princess. What is it about it that makes you completely putty in my hands?” Eddie mused as he continued to finger you. He had taken a break from sucking your cunt and his lips glisten with your juices. His brown eyes were huge as they stared at you, you couldn’t look away. That was until his finger reached that deep spot inside of you that you were typically unable to reach. How you felt blessed to date such a skillful guitarist in that moment.

“It’s the texture.” You whimpered as you gyrated your hips in sync with his fingers. “It’s uneven and it feels nice.” Eddie simply nodded his head and continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. You felt so full and you were about to plead for Eddie to stuff another finger into your cunt when suddenly something changed. Without any real warning your body began to twitch rapidly as your sudden orgasm had taken over you. It felt hotter and unruly compared to any other climate that you had ever experienced before in your life. That is not to say that you weren’t enjoying it. In fact, you enjoyed it so much that you couldn’t help but almost convulse against Eddie’s fingers more vigorously than you could think was possible.

“Eddie!!” You cried as you reached your end. Your eyes are shut tight as you go limp. Your breath was hot and rapid as you tried to make sense of what had happened. And you felt so happy and so satisfied that you nearly begged for more. It’s only the sound of Eddie’s chuckle that drew you back into reality.

“You don’t know what just happened do you?”

You attempted to shake your head but since you’re plastered against the seat of the couch you knew it looked silly. Instead, you simply give him a thumbs down indicating a no. Eddie giggled maniacally, then gently pulled his fingers out of your cunt.

“HOLY SHIT! You just squirted, princess!!”

You had heard of that term before and felt instant shame upon realizing what you had done. From what you had heard over the years, squirt was essentially pee. Did you seriously just piss on your boyfriend? As you slowly opened your eyes, you stared up at Eddie. He greeted you with a soft grin and whispered.

“Don’t feel embarrassed, sugar. That was the hottest, most pornographic thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I wanna see if I can get you to do it again.”

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The sound of the door clicking shut, jolted you awake. In your tired state you began to get out of bed, getting ready for work. Only to realize midway through getting out of bed that was Saturday. You stopped your attempts to leave the bed and snuggled deeply into your boyfriend’s king size bed. You prayed that sleep would take you swiftly once more, however, it doesn’t. And you soon realize that you’re unable to go back to dreamland. Without Clark beside you, the bed feels too small and so cold and you’re unable to relax. You needed your beefy Kansas boyfriend to lull you back to sleep. Groaning loudly, you tossed and turned until you couldn't take it anymore. On a whim, you decided that you might as well get up.

As you walked around your boyfriend’s apartment it became clear that Clark isn’t the only one absent. Krypto was also missing. Meaning the troublesome dog had most likely demanded to go on a flight with him. At least this time Krypto had actually decided to alert Clark about him needing to do his business. The last time that he didn’t still played in your mind on repeat. It was utter hell explaining to the landlord what had happened to the floor. And each excuse the two of you could think of was dumber than the last. Which is why he ended up losing his safety deposit completely thanks to Krypto’s turd tearing through several layers of flooring. To this day, Clark still gets embarrassed each time you bring it up. Which you mainly do just to watch him squirm and blush. It was absolutely adorable to watch.

Your first thought upon getting out of bed is to make a big breakfast. But you know that would be in vain, since Clark would be gone for a while. Compared to your boyfriend, you were a total night owl. So he most likely thought you would be asleep for a while longer. Instead of getting breakfast first thing you decided that taking a shower would be the best way to start your day.

Look, dating Clark had many perks. You could go on and on about how amazing he was. How sweet he was. How thoughtful, funny, and sensual he was. But when people asked you what your favorite thing about dating him was you’d always say the same thing. (Even if it’s an extremely embarrassing thing to admit.) The best thing about dating Clark Kent was his magnificent bathroom. Specifically, his shower.

Okay, obviously it wasn’t the best thing. But it was definitely a perk about dating him. In all honesty your boyfriend’s shower was the best shower you’ve ever bathed in. The shower was spacious and extremely private. The tiles were a pretty shade of off white and the shower head was fantastic. With its amazing water pressure and many different types of settings, it was safe to say that you were completely infatuated with the shower.

Clark knew about your love for his shower earlier on in your relationship. He had teased you about it relentlessly. Stating that it was kinda rude to only be dating him for his shower. You’d like to tease him back, stating that the shower head was a great lover. Which would always leave him to blush like crazy.

As you turned on the shower and waited for the correct temperature your mind began to wander. It took you to dirty places in truth. Yet the thought that played most in your head was this: how many times has your boyfriend beaten off in the shower? And when was the last time he had done so?

It was a thrilling thought to have at eight in the morning. Especially due to the events that took place the previous night. Clark had fucked you senselessly all night long. Enough to make you squirt multiple times. So yeah, it’s safe to say that your mind was completely in the gutter and your libido was nothing less than heightened. Which meant that this shower would be steamier than the normal reasons.

It didn’t take you but twenty seconds to decide to stuff two fingers into your cunt. You were in desperate need of friction. Your fingers were a decent distraction but they weren’t enough. What you really needed right now was Clark’s giant cock stuffed inside of you. But your fingers would have to make do. As you pump your fingers inside your cunt you try to imagine it was Clark’s fingers. However, that quickly failed, because you knew what Clark’s finger felt like and they weren't dainty. In comparison, his fingers were twice the size of your own, meaning they could spread your insides out twice as much.

So, you decided that adding more fingers would be your best option. You must have miscalculated how wet you were since it had hurt. You grunted and rested your head against the tile, as you attempted to regain your composure. It stung for a few seconds but eventually got used to the adjustment. You began to pump your fingers at a steady pace and a soft mewl.

Before you could begin a decent pace you’re suddenly engulfed by two strong arms wrapped around you. As they pulled you against a strong chest, you gasped loudly and felt a rush of pleasure run through you. Your sweetheart was back and he was naked as the day he was born.

“Should I put a bell on you like you're a cat or something? Because you clearly like to sneak up on unsuspecting women in the shower. You know, it’s kinda creepy, Clark.” You teased as you tried to crane your neck up to see his reaction. He was smirking down at you and his magnificent blue eyes twinkled brightly making you feel completely overwhelmed with even more lust. His grip around you only tightened and he whispered.

“I’m not certain if that’s a good idea, sweetie. I don’t think the general public would like it if Superman was a cat boy. It might be too much for them to handle.” You giggled loudly and Clark squeezed your hips in return.

“You’re a total menace." You told him as you grinded your ass against his cock, leaving him to shudder. You watched as he closed his eyes tightly and savored the feeling. Clark looked so beautiful like this: he was slightly wet from the showerhead as well as his muscles pulsing. In this moment he looked like a Greek god and you couldn’t believe that he was all yours. As he let out a moan he muttered.

“So, what exactly are you doing right now?” His eyes were still closed tight and you pretended to ponder his question. After a few seconds of grinding you replied.

“Hmmm. I might just maybe have four fingers deep inside my cunt right now. But that’s just a possibility.” Clark’s eyes opened and he shook his head. He then moved his hand close to your center and began to remove your fingers from your cunt.

“Well that’s a shame. Since I was hoping to be inside of you.” You said nothing as you wordlessly nodded your head in consent for him to remove your fingers. He’s gentle but the loss of your fingers does make you grunt likely. You don’t mind the stretch. You know the stretch that only he can provide will be a million times better anyway.

Since you’re already wet, Clark doesn’t even have to do anything. He could just shove his cock right in and you’d have no problem. However, your boyfriend is nothing but a gentleman. Which meant he would make certain that you were hundred percent ready and then some. So, instead of his cock you’re greeted by his fingers working their way inside of you.

“Tell me if this hurts.” He whispered as he stuffed his longer fingers inside of you. It didn't hurt, it felt wonderful and you began to gyrate on command due to the friction. You stand on your tippy-toes and lean upward to kiss him on the mouth. Nonetheless, you don’t exactly make it to his lips. You kiss him halfway on lips and half away on his cheek and Clark’s grip on you only tightens as he grabbed a hold of one for your perky nipples. He then simultaneously pumps his fingers inside of you as well as giving your nipples stimulation. You whimpered and thrusted your hips against him. As much as you were enjoying this you were becoming greedy. You needed his red hard cock pounding against your tight walls; his fingers would never suffice your need. You needed more. More more more.
“Baby please! I need you. I need you so bad.” You said frantically as you clenched around his fingers.

“I’m here, sweetie.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it, Clarky.” He chuckled softly. “Should I grab a condom?”

“Clark. You know damn well I’m on the pill! Please, don’t tease me and put it in!!” Clark nodded his head nearly sheepishly and removed his fingers. He then pressed you against the tile and turned you around so you were facing him. Wordlessly, he then slid into you making you groan and grip tightly onto his forearms. He had finally given you what you had craved; he had penetrated you.

“Thank you!” You groaned as he bottomed out inside of you. The water from the shower was beginning to turn cold causing you to shiver. Clark noticed this and gently whispered. “Are you sure you wanna have sex here? It’s getting cold.”

“I’ve never been more certain in my life. If you fuck me hard enough I’ll stay warm. Give it to me hotshot!” That was all he needed for him to start fucking you. Clark had lifted your legs up and you wrapped them around his waist. The two of you then began to grind and gyrate against one another. It seemed that Clark had his own tempo which was more steady. While yours was frantic and without any sort of rhythm. You whimpered and mewled as he thrusted in and out of you. You had dug your fingernails into his shoulder and scratched him relentlessly. You never felt bad about the scars you’d give him. There was no point in doing so. They’d always be gone due to his healing factor. Frankly, Clark would sometimes insist on you giving him more.

“Harder!” You cried out. Clark did as you asked and bucked his hips harder than before shoving his cock against your g-spot with no remorse. As he slammed into you over and over again you clenched around his cock tightly, causing the superhero to moan and groan just as loudly as you. The two of you were becoming unsteady and near your end, but you still wanted more.

“Clark please.” You cried as you drew blood from his shoulders. The water was becoming ice cold and you shivered from the pleasure and because of the water. You were so close. But you needed more.

With his next thrust you felt the chilling coldness of the title scrap your back. It felt broken. Clark had broken it by all of the thrust he had done, but you’re too full of bliss to complain or care. Instead you egg him on further. “MORE!!!” You screamed, as you moments from reaching your peak.

With one final thrust, your climax crashed over you. You pulsed against him leading his own climax to take him. The two of you were nothing but a moaning mess as you savored your highs. Clark thrusted a few more times but these were much more gentle in comparison. You rolled your head back against the title and caught your breath. Clark held you in place. The two of you were quiet until he said.

“Where’s this blood coming from?” In a nonchalant voice you replied.

“Oh yeah. I think you broke the tile while pounding into me. Good thing the landlord already hates us.”

Clark chuckled and shook his head. “I’m going to get you cleaned up. I can’t have my pretty girl bleeding to death.” With that he pulled out of you and carried you to the sink counter to patch you up.