Thunder and Black Wings 36 & 37 (Patreon)

I’ve been messing around with some “snippet” stories lately. Side stories that may or may not get finished. But probably not. Most of them are just porn with plot, but I think they're fun distractions. One is a DxD / Vampire Diaries crossover. That one has like 30k words already (a bunch of smut), but i haven't edited any of it yet. Another is a Supergirl SI / Worm crossover. There’s others too, but I don’t want to ramble. 

I’ll see if I can get around to editing them when I have time.

Anyways!!!! Without further ado and stuff:

Here’s a double update for Thunder and Black Wings! Chapter 36 has R-18. 

Chapter 36: 

– Jean Grey –

Objects in Peter’s bedroom drifted lazily through the air, turning and spinning like they were caught in zero gravity. Jean Grey’s arms were crossed over her chest, her eyes narrowed in a look of pure annoyance, while Emma Frost—just as annoyed—stood next to her, lips pressed in a thin, elegant line. The two of them glared at Peter Parker, who looked distinctly nervous, shoulders hunched and hands fidgeting at his sides.

Ever since Blake had vanished a couple of months ago, Jean and Emma hadn’t spent as much time together. Their friendship was still as unbreakable as diamond, of course. After all, they’d literally torn apart and rewoven the time stream itself just to save Blake Himejima—the man they both, in their own futures, had fallen hopelessly in love with. 

Even if this version of Blake in the new timeline wouldn’t remember their future together, both Jean and Emma knew they would never stop loving him. That was just the way things were.

And that’s why both of them were fuming. Because Blake had apparently returned to Earth from wherever that bizarre portal had sent him months ago, right after that attack by Kokabiel. 

Peter had known about it for hours. Blake had even called Peter, and yet he hadn’t told them. 

Emma’s eyes were icy, her arms folded as she glared at Peter. “Seriously, Parker, why the hell didn’t you message us sooner? We would’ve dropped everything—anything—to see him.”

Jean felt her own irritation boiling beneath her skin. She’d been caught up in intense X-Men training sessions, trying to keep her mind off the ache of Blake’s absence. Emma had been busy running Cold Steel, the Frost family empire—having already disposed of her vile father in this timeline, before he could ever sell her out to the Hellfire Club. Even so, they both would have dropped it all in an instant if they’d known Blake was back.

Peter, despite having powers now, looked like a scolded schoolkid under their dual stares. He shuffled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, “but I, uh, accidentally dropped my phone and it broke before Blake could tell me anything. I swear I didn’t mean to—”

Jean didn’t bother with a response. Instead, she closed her eyes and gently pressed her mind into Peter’s, scanning for any memory of Blake’s call. She didn’t usually dig so deep—she respected privacy, even among friends—but for Blake, for the man she loved, she would break her own rules. Images and half-formed numbers floated through Peter’s thoughts until Jean found it: the area code from Blake’s call.

Her eyes snapped open, green irises glowing for a second. “Malibu, California,” she announced crisply, voice tinged with satisfaction. “That’s where Blake was when he called you...”

…

It was well past three in the morning, but neither Jean nor Emma gave a damn about the hour as they slipped out of Peter’s open window. Behind them, Peter sulked, muttering curses under his breath as he began the tedious task of picking up all the books, lamps, and random junk Jean had scattered around his room with her powers.

Emma landed softly on the grass, heels barely making a sound, and shot Jean a sly grin. “We’re not going to wait until tomorrow, are we?” she asked, her tone light but her eyes glinting with impatience.

Jean rolled her eyes, smirking as she crossed her arms under her chest, giving her breasts an extra lift and adding a touch of confidence to her posture. “Of course not,” she replied, already focusing her power. “Now, diamond up, Frost. We’re taking the expressway.”

Emma nodded. In an instant, her skin, hair, and even her tailored outfit transformed into glittering, flawless diamond. In this form, Emma didn’t have to breathe—her lungs were crystal, her entire body indestructible and immortal for as long as she held the form.

Jean’s body erupted with a blazing red aura, crackling with raw energy. She shot into the air, her telekinesis lifting Emma with her like she weighed nothing. The world below blurred as Jean rocketed higher and higher, the city lights of New York shrinking beneath them. In a matter of seconds, they tore through the clouds, past the stratosphere, and broke into the lower edge of orbit.

Emma, her diamond form glinting with the reflection of the moon and distant stars, looked down with a rare look of awe. “I will say, darling, the view up here never gets old,” she admitted psychically. 

Jean smiled, though her focus was already shifting. “We’ll take a vacation after we find Blake,” she promised, eyes blazing as she pivoted west. With no air resistance in the void above the world, Jean poured on the speed, blazing across the continent like a comet trailing a fiery tail.

Within thirty minutes, the shimmering outline of the California coast appeared beneath them. The air grew warmer, the ocean stretching dark and endless beside the sparkling lights of Malibu.

“Well, this weather is a hell of a lot nicer than New York,” Jean commented, landing lightly atop a cliffside near the beach.

“Alright, Jean, now what? Got a plan for finding one man in a city of millions?” Emma asked.

Jean's eyes glowed brighter. “Don’t worry. The Phoenix loves this kind of stuff—especially sappy romance. Isn’t that right?” she whispered to the cosmic force within.

“Yes~I will lend you more power, little firebird…”

She closed her eyes, letting the power pour into her senses, stretching her mind across Malibu like a net of light and fire. The Phoenix responded, boosting her awareness until every thought, every mind, every flicker of consciousness in the city sparkled for her. She brushed past strangers—tourists, surfers, sleeping families—until she found a mind that felt like home, even if it had changed a little since she last felt it.

Jean’s eyes snapped open. “I found him,” she said, breathless with relief and triumph. 

Emma grinned, stepping out of her diamond form and smoothing her now-blonde hair. “Lead the way, Jean. Let’s go see our man.”

…

Jean and Emma touched down lightly outside the beachside house. The place was modern and clearly expensive, with tall glass windows and a well-lit path lined with palm trees. Whoever called this place home was obviously loaded. 

Not as loaded as Emma obviously, because she was a billionaire, but they obviously had more money than Jean did. 

Before either of them made a move to knock, Jean and Emma exchanged a look—one that needed no words. Jean arched an eyebrow. Emma gave the tiniest shrug. It would be a breach of privacy to snoop, but after months of searching, they needed to know exactly what they were walking into. In perfect silent tandem, both women reached out with their minds, brushing their psychic senses through the walls of the house.

Almost immediately, Jean felt her face flush hot. Emma’s eyes went wide, and her cheeks turned an uncharacteristic bright pink. She nearly choked on her own breath, hands flying to her face.

“Oh my god,” Emma whispered, her voice half-horrified and half-impressed. “Pepper Potts lives here?” She looked at Jean, searching for confirmation, but Jean could only nod, equally stunned.

“How? Why?” Emma stammered, voice jumping an octave as she tried to make sense of what she was sensing. She winced, then blurted out, “And—Why are they currently in the middle of having sex?!”

Jean’s cheeks burned as she tried to politely pull her psychic presence away, but the images wouldn’t leave her head. “Well… that’s… unexpected,” she managed, rubbing her forehead.

Emma huffed, folding her arms tightly across her chest and glaring at the closed front door as if it had personally insulted her. “What the hell are we supposed to do now? Just knock and say, ‘Sorry to interrupt, Blake, but we traveled across the damn country to see you’? Should we just walk in and ruin the moment?” Her tone was sharp with indignation, but beneath it, Jean heard genuine confusion and a trace of jealousy.

Jean reached out, gently placing a hand on Emma’s arm to calm her. “No, Em. Not now. You know what Blake is—a fallen angel. We both knew what we were getting into, loving someone like him. It’s in his nature. He has to… well, you know, take care of those urges frequently. It’d be wrong to just barge in, even if we weren’t expecting to find him with Pepper freaking Potts.”

Seriously, wasn't she supposed to be with Tony Stark? That made Jean wonder how much she and Emma had fucked up the timeline. They had obviously knowingly changed a bunch of things, but neither of them had been expecting such big repercussions or Butterfly Effects quite so soon. 

Emma’s lips twisted into a pout. She looked like she desperately wanted to argue, but instead she just let out an exasperated sigh. “This is ridiculous. I don’t like waiting.”

Jean managed a small smile, though her own disappointment was plain in her eyes. “Come on. Let’s just grab a hotel room and try again in the morning. At least then we can have a civilized conversation, and not walk in on…” She trailed off, making a vague, embarrassed gesture.

Emma grumbled under her breath, heels clicking as she followed Jean back down the path. “If I’d known we were going to end up on a stakeout, I’d have packed a bottle of wine,” she muttered.

Jean laughed quietly, shaking her head. “Well, there’s always tomorrow. And trust me, Emma—we’ll make sure he knows exactly how much we missed him.”

– Pepper –

Pepper’s back arched sharply, her breath hitching in pure, raw bliss as she moaned loudly into the quiet room. Her naked, sweat-slicked body was bent over the soft mattress, every inch trembling with the force of Blake pounding deep into her from behind. Holy shit, not only was he unbelievably handsome—but he was also a total fucking stud in bed.

Her pussy clenched and shuddered wildly, struggling to stretch and wrap around his massive, thick cock as he drove into her relentlessly. Blake’s hands gripped her ass hard, thumbs digging into her skin as he slammed into her with a steady, brutal rhythm that left her gasping for air.

“Don’t fucking stop,” Pepper begged between ragged breaths, her voice thick with desperation and need. She’d already had two mind-blowing orgasms, but it wasn’t nearly enough. It had been so damn long since she’d last had sex, and now, with Blake, she realized this wasn’t just sex—it was the first time in her entire life she’d ever actually had good fucking sex.

He slapped her ass hard, making her yelp and arch even further. “You’re so fucking tight, Pepper. God, you feel amazing. Can you take it? You gonna cum for me again?” he taunted, hips pistoning harder, his balls slapping wetly against her swollen, sensitive clit.

“Fuck! I hope so!” she gasped.

 His hands squeezed hard, thumbs digging into the soft curves, holding her steady while he pounded relentlessly into her. Each powerful thrust stretched her wider, the slick heat of their connection slick and burning.

“Fuck, Pepper,” Blake growled between ragged breaths, “you’re driving me crazy. You feel so tight—so fucking perfect.”

Her hips jerked backwards, desperate to match his rhythm, her voice raw as she gasped, “Don’t stop, Blake. Please, don’t fucking stop.”

He slammed harder, the sound of skin slapping filling the room as their bodies moved together. The slick wetness between her legs soaked his cock, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.

Pepper could feel his cock twitching deep in her, thick and rock-hard, stretching her out with every movement. The pressure was insane—every time he slammed in, it sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her back glistened with sweat, and she felt his hand slide up along her spine, rough palm stroking her slippery skin, fingers tracing her curves and making her shiver.

“Oh my god, Blake—fuck, right there,” she moaned, her voice hoarse and needy. She tried to brace herself against the mattress, but her arms shook so hard she could barely hold her weight up. Her legs were trembling, spread wide and shaky as he rammed into her drenched pussy again and again. Every thrust made her gasp, her breath coming out ragged, tits bouncing wildly with the force of his hips crashing against her ass.

Blake’s hand slid up her back, then tangled into her messy hair, tugging her head back so she could hear him growl right into her ear. “You love this, don’t you? Love getting your slutty pussy wrecked?”

“Fuck, yes—please, Blake! Harder!” she begged, arching her back even more, pushing her ass up to meet him. The heat between them was overwhelming, their bodies slapping together, every inch of her slick with sweat and need.

His hips snapped forward faster, his cock pounding into her so deep she could feel him in her stomach. “I’m not stopping till you cum all over my dick, Pepper,” Blake panted, smacking her ass with a loud, wet slap. 

Her skin stung, but it only made her clench tighter around him.

Blake’s grip on Pepper’s hips tightened until she could feel the bruises forming beneath his fingertips. He fucked her even harder, his hips slamming against her ass with loud, sharp smacks that echoed off the bedroom walls. Each ruthless thrust forced her forward on the mattress, her knees digging into the sheets, her whole body shaking from the force of it.

The wet, obscene sound of her soaked pussy getting pounded filled the air, mixing with her desperate gasps and high, frantic moans. “Jesus, Blake—harder! Fuck, yes, just like that!” Pepper begged, barely able to catch her breath as he hammered into her.

Pleasure shot through her veins, electric and wild, curling hot and tight in her belly. Every inch of her skin felt hypersensitive—her nipples tingling, her back slick with sweat, her thighs trembling as she tried to hold herself up. She felt completely raw, every thrust pushing her closer to the edge.

“Oh fuck, Blake, I’m cumming—I’m cumming—” Pepper’s cry was broken, almost a scream as the orgasm exploded through her. Her pussy clenched hard around his cock, milking him, spasming uncontrollably. Her vision blurred, her breath shuddered, her whole body tensed as the pleasure tore through her. Her breath came in ragged gasps, chest heaving uncontrollably as she struggled to catch air. The pleasure was so overwhelming it felt like her entire body was on fire—each pulse sending shivers from her aching cunt straight to her trembling limbs.

Blake kept pounding into her, groaning loudly, his rhythm frantic and desperate now. “God damn, Pepper—your pussy’s fucking choking me,” he growled, thrusting deep, making her shake with aftershocks.

“Oh, fuck—fuck, I’m cumming—” Blake groaned, hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself in her. “I'm cumming inside you, Pepper!”

She realized only then that they hadn’t used any protection at all, but the thought barely crossed her mind—everything felt so damn good, she couldn’t care less.

Pepper’s breath caught in her throat as she suddenly felt Blake’s cock swell even bigger deep inside her, stretching her walls tighter than ever before. A hot, wet rush spilled inside her pussy, warm and thick, spurting over and over with each powerful pulse of his release. Her body tensed violently, gripping the sheets beneath her so hard her knuckles turned white.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, voice ragged and breathless, heat flooding her cheeks as the overwhelming sensation crashed over her. It was her first time ever getting creampied!

“It feels so fucking good,” Pepper moaned, her voice shaky and raw with pleasure. Her arms finally gave out beneath her, and she collapsed face-first onto the hot, sweat-damp sheets. Her messy hair stuck to her flushed cheeks, her bare breasts squashed against the mattress, nipples still throbbing from all the friction.

But Blake didn’t let her rest. His big hands stayed clamped tight on her hips, keeping her ass high in the air. He held her open as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm, hips jerking, his cock still pumping thick spurts of cum deep inside her twitching pussy.

“Fuck, Pepper. Take all of it. Goddamn, you’re incredible,” Blake groaned, grinding his hips into her, making sure every drop spilled into her.

She whimpered, caught between pleasure and overstimulation, her whole body quivering. Her pussy felt swollen and used, stretched wide from his relentless fucking and now stuffed full of his load. “Oh my god, Blake… I can feel you filling me up,” she gasped, her voice muffled by the mattress.

He finally pulled his cock out of her, slow and deliberate, dragging the thick head through her still-spasming folds. She let out a sharp, helpless whine at the loss, her pussy clenching around nothing, already missing the fullness. 

Instantly, she felt his cum, hot and heavy, start oozing out of her abused slit. She could feel the warmth of his thick load spilling out, hot and sticky, trickling down her slick, trembling thighs in slow, heavy drops.

Blake scooted closer across the tangled sheets. He grabbed her by the hips, making her squeal with a startled, playful yelp as he easily flipped her onto her back. Her sweaty hair splayed across the pillow, her chest heaving with every ragged breath, breasts rising and falling. She stared up at him, drinking in every detail of his handsome face—his messy hair, those piercing blue eyes, and the wicked grin tugging at his lips.

His cock, still thick and rock hard, pressed up against her bare stomach, smearing her skin with their mess. She could feel the heat and weight of it, pulsing against her, and her heart fluttered with anticipation. Blake leaned down, crushing his lips against hers, kissing her slow and deep. His tongue slid between her lips, tasting her, stealing the last of her breath.

“Ready to go crazy for me, Pepper?” he murmured, voice thick with lust as he pulled back just enough for her to catch her breath.

“Fuck yes,” she breathed, wrapping her arms around his neck, grinding her hips up to meet him. 

Blake grinned against her mouth, eyes dark with hunger. He slid one big hand down between them, fingers spreading her quivering thighs apart, still slick and sensitive from her last orgasm. “You’re such a mess down here, Pepper,” he teased, thumb dragging through the slippery mix of cum leaking from her pussy. “I fucking love it.”

Pepper shivered, legs falling open wider, her body aching for more even though she was still sensitive as hell. “Just fuck me again,” she gasped, desperation thick in her voice. “Don’t make me wait. I’m not done cumming my brains out yet!”

Blake didn’t pause any longer. He pressed the fat head of his cock against her cum-filled entrance, pushing in slow, making her feel every inch as he slid back inside her soaked, overstimulated hole. The sensation was overwhelming—her pussy stretched tight, still stuffed and dripping, and now being filled all over again.

“Oh fuck—Blake—” she moaned. Pepper’s fingers dug into his back, her body trembling with a fierce mix of pleasure and desperation. “Fuck me again, Blake,” she begged, voice rough and breathless. “Tonight I'm all yours…”

XXX

Chapter 37:

– Blake –

…I woke up before Pepper did, the soft morning light spilling through the blinds and casting lazy shadows across the room. She was still passed out, sprawled across the bed, completely naked, the sheets doing nothing to hide the curves of her sweaty, sensual body. Her skin was flushed and glowing, a few stray strands of hair falling across her cheek, and I couldn't help but admire just how damn gorgeous she looked lying there so vulnerable and peaceful.

She must have been just as pent up as I was—didn't expect a regular human woman to go so many rounds. Hell, did I seriously make her cum ten times? 

I smirked to myself, proud as hell, feeling that rush of satisfaction that only comes from knowing you owned the night.

I swung my leg off the bed quietly, careful not to wake her, and glanced around the room. My eyes landed on the bathroom door. Figured Pepper wouldn’t mind if I used her shower—it wasn’t exactly like we’d defined the terms of our sudden relationship. There probably wasn’t even a term for it. Were we a forever couple? I don't know. But I was hoping it wasn’t just a one-night stand. 

Because the sex was just that goddamn good.

I cranked the shower and let the hot water rain down, steam filling the room as I closed my eyes and let the warmth wash over me. “Goddamn,” I muttered to myself, “that woman was something else...”

I stepped out of the shower, the hot water still warming my skin as I grabbed a storage scroll from the small pouch I’d forgotten I even had. It was a backup, something my beautiful girlfriend Tsunade had given me for emergencies—just in case I ever got lost or separated from the people I trusted. I unrolled it carefully and in a small puff of smoke pulled out a fresh pair of black ninja pants and a plain blue T-shirt, the fabric soft but durable.

I ran my fingers through my damp hair, combing it back neatly before slipping on my ninja sandals. I couldn't wait to go shopping and get some real shoes again though. 

As soon as I figured out how to get some money. 

Too bad that the stray devil I killed last night had nothing on him except the evil piece he left in the sand after I vaporized his body.

I went back to check in on Pepper and found her still asleep in her bed. I wasn't the type of guy to just leave right away the next morning after sex—at least I didn't think I was—but Pepper had been pretty clear last night that she was going to be very busy pretty much all day today. She had to do a lot of damage control now that Tony Stark was back in the country and he went and apparently shut down his company's weapons productions…

I made sure her alarm was set for an hour from now before placing a kiss on her cheek.

When I reached the front door and stepped outside, I froze for a second. Two black SUVs sat parked right there outside. My gut tightened when I saw Agent 

Coulson standing nearby—same guy from the military plane ride back to America. 

That was no coincidence. How did he even know where to find me?

Who was I kidding? It was the government…

They were always out to get you. 

Next to him stood a crazy attractive redhead, the kind that could make even a fallen angel’s head spin.

I was damn glad I’d just gotten laid, otherwise, my instincts might’ve had me falling right into whatever honey trap this was.

As if reading my mind, the redhead smiled softly at me—smooth and knowing. “Hello, Mr. Himejima,” she said, her voice cool but laced with something almost teasing, cutting in before Coulson even had the chance to speak. The woman sauntered toward me, her hips swaying with a deliberate, hypnotic rhythm that was impossible not to notice. The tight suit she wore clung to every curve, accentuating her toned legs and slim waist. 

I forced a casual, awkward smile, trying not to let my nerves show. “Um, hi,” I said, voice steady but a little unsure. Then I couldn’t help but ask, “So, why exactly are you here? Were you following me last night or something?”

Coulson’s expression remained flat and serious as he answered, “Yes, we were.”

The woman stepped closer, her hand brushing lightly against my arm in a way that was both apologetic and provocative. “We’re sorry for spying on you,” she purred, voice low and smooth like silk, “but what you did last night was… very impressive.” Her eyes locked onto mine, and I could feel the heat of her gaze. “You have some seriously amazing abilities…”

Shit, I had to assume they saw everything then. 

The redhead gave me a look that could melt steel, her eyes raking shamelessly down my body. “Those wings of yours are sexy as hell, you know,” she purred, biting her lower lip just a little. “Honestly, where have you been all my life?”

I couldn’t help but smirk at her blatant flirting. “I don’t know,” I shot back with a shrug, “but I’ve been in New York for about half of mine. Are you planning on stopping this blatant honey trap routine anytime soon?”

She stopped rubbing my arm and pulled back, crossing her arms under her chest so it just made her cleavage even more obvious. Her pout was almost comically cute, and then her expression shifted—she let out a low, annoyed grumble. “Damn. I can’t believe you actually called me on it… Even when some guys catch on they don't say anything because a pretty girl is touching them,” she said shamelessly. 

Coulson cracked a tiny smile. “You were being a little too obvious, Agent Rushman,” he said with a subtle nod.

The redhead rolled her eyes, but then stood up straighter and gave me a sly, almost professional smile. “Natalie Rushman,” she said, extending her hand for a shake. “I’m a fellow agent of SHIELD.”

I gave her hand a quick, firm shake, feeling the heat of her palm. She looked like she wanted to squeeze tighter, but this wasn’t exactly the time. She continued, “After seeing your… altercation… with that thing on the beach last night, SHIELD wanted to bring you in, ask you a few questions, figure out what the fuck all that was about.”

“It was quite disturbing,” Coulson added.

I let out a long sigh, rubbing the back of my neck in annoyance. “Honestly, I was just about to head over to Tony Stark’s place. I wanted to see my mom.”

Natalie cocked her eyebrow, leaning in a little. “Do you even know where Tony lives?”

I paused, caught off guard. “I figured I could ask somebody for directions,” I mumbled, realizing how stupid that sounded.

Coulson just shook his head, trying to hide his amusement. “Tony Stark is considered an American asset. His address is classified—no one’s supposed to know where he lives… but then again, he throws parties every weekend, so half of Los Angeles probably has the GPS coordinates by now.”

Natalie snorted, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear. “He threw a hell of a party last night. Your alleged mother was there, by the way.”

My jaw clenched. I was annoyed that I missed it—although I couldn’t really complain, considering the kind of party I’d had with Pepper. I couldn’t keep the smirk off my lips.

“Shuri is my mother. That’s a fact,” I corrected Natalie. If that was her real name...

Natalie rolled her eyes again, a little jealousy flickering across her pretty features. “How the hell does she look so young, then?” she grumbled, sounding both suspicious and seriously put out.

I just gave her a sly grin. “Good genes. Maybe a little magic, too. Who knows…?”

…You know how everyone warns you never to get into a van with strangers? Yeah, well, technically this wasn’t a van—it was a sleek black SUV with tinted windows and that new-car smell, but the principle was the same. 

And here I was, sandwiched in the back seat between Agent Coulson—who looked like he ironed his suit with his own tension—and Agent Rushman, who was a lot harder to read now.

I tried to play it cool, resting my arm on the door and keeping my expression neutral, but I couldn’t help glancing at the bulletproof divider separating us from the driver. The engine purred as we sped down the Pacific Coast Highway, palm trees and ocean flashing by outside the window. 

If we were heading to Tony Stark’s place, great. If these government types were actually about to spirit me away to some secret S.H.I.E.L.D. bunker so they could poke, prod, or even dissect me, well… let’s just say things would get a lot less chill, very fast. 

The silence was finally broken by Coulson, who cleared his throat in that official, this-is-being-recorded sort of way. “So, Mr. Himejima, do you mind explaining what exactly that creature was on the beach last night? The one that tried to attack you and Ms. Potts?”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “You mean the mutant crab monster with the face only a mother could love?”

He cracked the tiniest hint of a smile. “Yes, that would be the one. S.H.I.E.L.D. scientists are pretty irritated, actually. Since you completely vaporized it, we’ve got nothing left to study.”

I shrugged, trying not to look too pleased about that. “Sorry, guess I overdid it. Stray devils don’t exactly come with a how-to-capture manual.”

Rushman shifted closer, her perfume distracting and her thigh pressing against mine—maybe on purpose, maybe not.

Okay, her thigh pressed against mine was definitely not an accident. Natalie shifted even closer in the backseat, the heat of her body radiating through the thin fabric of her suit. The scent of her perfume—something expensive and sharp—filled my head. She leaned in, her lips almost grazing my ear, and whispered, “Pretty please, Blake, could you tell us everything you know about that monster? It would help S.H.I.E.L.D. so, so much…” Her voice dropped into a low, sensual purr, her breath tickling my skin.

I shivered, feeling my whole body tense up. Damn this sexy spy woman. I fidgeted, trying to scoot back, but there was nowhere to go. Coulson’s shoulder was like a wall of steel on my other side.

I turned to face her, catching the sparkle of mischief in her emerald eyes and the sly, knowing smirk curling on her lips. “Look, your flirting didn’t work on me before and it’s not going to work on me now,” I shot back, voice a little tighter than I wanted. My legs pressed together, hoping she wouldn’t notice the effect her little act was having on me.

Of course, she noticed. Her gaze flicked down, lightning-quick, right to my lap, then back up to my face, her smirk deepening.

“Well,” she purred quietly so only I could hear, “you say that, but your body’s giving me some pretty honest feedback.”

“Yeah, well, it’s got a mind of its own sometimes. You’re not as charming as you think, Agent Rushman.”

She leaned back, feigning innocence, crossing her legs so her skirt hiked just a little higher. “Whatever you say, Mr. Himejima. But just in case you change your mind… we do have a lot of ways to make a man talk.”

Coulson finally cleared his throat, giving both of us a dry look. “Natalie, let’s try to keep this professional.”

Natalie winked at me, unbothered. “Of course, sir. Strictly professional. For now…”

…The rest of the drive passed in an awkward, heavy silence. At least Natalie stopped trying to mess with my head—though her thigh kept brushing mine every time we hit a bump, just to keep me guessing. 

My pulse settled a little when I saw the SUV finally turn off the main road and roll up the long driveway to Tony’s place. The house was absolutely massive, perched right on the edge of a Malibu cliff over the ocean. 

Fancy sports cars and expensive sedans were parked everywhere, half-crooked, and a few stragglers—looking hungover and half-dead—stumbled out of the front door or lounged on the steps, sunglasses crooked and hair wild.

There was a guy with a shiner the size of a golf ball pressed up against his temple, holding a slab of raw steak. He grumbled as he limped past us, muttering something about “never picking a fight with goldfish again.” 

No one asked for details. None of us wanted to know…

Okay, that wasn't true—I really wanted to know—but the guy was already in his car driving away. 

Coulson was the first out of the SUV. He moved with that perfectly rehearsed government-guy efficiency, already brushing off his suit and scanning the mess of a party aftermath. I climbed out next, stretching a little, and then Natalie slid out behind me, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and giving the partygoers a look of mild amusement.

Coulson cleared his throat, businesslike as always. “Mr. Himejima,” he said, “S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn’t want to be your enemy. Or your mother’s. We want to help. If you need anything—anything at all—call me.” He reached into his pocket, handed me a crisp business card, and held my gaze for a moment longer, making sure I got the message.

I looked at the card, turning it over between my fingers before slipping it into my pocket. “Alright,” I said, pausing. “If you guys actually want to prove you’re not just another bullshit government agency, maybe you can help me out with something.”

Natalie perked up, a sly smile spreading across her lips as she stepped closer, laying her hand on my shoulder. Her grip was warm, but her fingers squeezed a little too intimately for ‘strictly professional.’ “We’re good at finding people,” she purred, eyes locked on mine. “Just tell us who you’re looking for.”

I rolled my eyes at her theatrics, but the words came out rougher than I meant. “My older sister—Akeno Himejima. I haven’t seen her in almost ten years.

– Pepper –

Pepper woke up alone in her big, rumpled bed, the morning sunlight filtering softly through the curtains and painting lazy golden lines across the sheets. She stretched her limbs, the soreness making her wince—and then grin. Her muscles ached in all the right places, a deep, throbbing reminder of just how hard Blake had worked her over last night.

She felt a small pang of disappointment at the empty space beside her, but then the memory came back—she’d asked Blake to slip out early so there’d be no distractions for her marathon day of meetings and chaos. Still, it stung a little, waking up alone after such an intense night.

As she sat up, the covers slipped down and pooled at her waist. She glanced down at her naked body—her breasts and stomach were peppered with dark hickeys and love bites, marks of Blake’s teeth and mouth. Her nipples were still sensitive, peaking slightly in the cool air, and every movement reminded her just how thoroughly she’d been fucked.

Pepper ran her hand down her stomach, pausing at the aching heat between her legs. She touched her pussy lips, feeling how tender and swollen they were, still slick with the aftermath of too many creampies to count. A soft, slightly embarrassed laugh escaped her lips as she muttered to herself, “Jesus, Potts. Maybe sleeping with all that cum inside you wasn’t the smartest move…” She made a mental note—Plan B, definitely, as soon as she could sneak away from the office.

She swung her legs off the side of the bed and slowly stood, feeling her thighs tremble beneath her weight. “Damn, he really wrecked me,” she whispered with a smirk, her hips rolling a little as she adjusted to the soreness.

Making her way toward the bathroom, still naked and delightfully sore, Pepper caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her hair was a wild mess, her cheeks flushed, and the marks on her neck and chest made her look downright ravished. She grinned at her reflection, shaking her head.

“You are a mess, Pepper,” she said aloud, voice husky with pride. “And you totally deserved it.”

She turned the shower on hot, steam quickly filling the air, and stepped in, letting the water wash over her battered, satisfied body. As the droplets traced down her skin, she couldn’t help but think, ‘Yeah, I need more nights like that in my life…’

…

Pepper had just finished her shower, the bathroom still steamy and her skin flushed and fresh. She’d pulled on a pair of comfortable jeans and a simple, fitted buttoned tee that would look fine in the office. Her hair was still damp, heavy and clinging in waves around her shoulders, when she heard her doorbell ring. 

…Once, twice, then a persistent third and fourth time. 

At first, she tried to ignore it—probably just a delivery guy, maybe some fans of Tony’s who knew her address unfortunately. That happened from time to time.

But when the ringing didn’t stop, her annoyance spiked.

“I’m coming!” she shouted, padding barefoot down the staircase, still towel-drying her hair. She stomped over to the front door and yanked it open, already halfway to telling off whoever was there.

“What—?” The word caught in her throat as she took in the two women standing on her porch.

Pepper prided herself on being above petty jealousy. Usually. Well… maybe not always. But after last night—getting absolutely, thoroughly ravished by Blake, until her legs were still shaky this morning—she thought she’d have a little more self-confidence. Until now.

Standing before her were two of the most stunning women Pepper had ever seen. One was tall, with vibrant, fiery red hair that tumbled down her back in soft waves, her skin pale and almost luminous, eyes a piercing green that seemed to see through everything. The other was equally tall, with a sheet of platinum blonde hair, skin like polished porcelain, and icy blue eyes that sparkled with intelligence and attitude. Both women had the figures of supermodels—long legs, tiny waists, curves in all the right places. 

Pepper couldn’t help the slight flicker of insecurity that darted across her face. She quickly masked it, straightening her spine and planting her hands firmly on her hips, determined not to let these drop-dead gorgeous strangers see her sweat.

“Can I help you two?” Pepper asked, raising an eyebrow, her tone clipped but polite.

The platinum blonde glanced at her companion, then turned her icy blue gaze back to Pepper with a faint, almost condescending smile. “We’re here for Blake,” she said.

The redhead tilted her head, her green eyes flicking over Pepper’s outfit, her damp hair, the faint love marks peeking from beneath her shirt collar. 

Pepper crossed her arms, trying not to let her irritation show. “Blake’s not here right now,” she replied, matching their coolness with a steady glare. “And who exactly are you?”

The redhead stepped forward slightly. “I’m Jean. This is Emma,” she said, motioning to the blonde. “We’re… friends of Blake’s. We came across the country to see him!”

“And we’re not planning on leaving until we see him!” Emma added.

Pepper held their gazes for a long, tense beat. She wasn’t about to back down, not even to two supermodels who claimed to know her new lover. Not when her legs were still trembling from last night, and she still tasted victory. “Well, he’s not here right now, try someplace else.” Pepper then slammed the door in their faces

“Hey—”

“That bitch!”

Pepper couldn't help but smirk when she heard Jean whine and Emma curse through the door. 

XXX