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For some reason that escaped your comprehension, you were, as it had been usual these past months, covered head to toe in the blood and guts of some random supe whose name you hadn’t even bothered to register.
You took a deep breath while mentally counting to ten to calm yourself down.“I swear to each and every single god out there, if I end up covered in some rando’s blood one more time I quit.” Your complaint broke the silence that had settled amongst the group. “I’m serious this time.”
To your right, MM nodded while wiping blood from his eyes. “I, for one, wholeheartedly agree with you there.” To his other side, you could see Hughie trying to hold back from throwing up. Meanwhile, Kimiko offered you a sympathetic smile, while Frenchie took chunks of brain off her hair.
“Alright.” cut Butcher’s voice. “Let’s head back and consider our next steps, shall we?” With that said, he started towards the van.
The ride back to the motel you all were staying in was dead silent, everyone too disgusted and on edge to say a single word that might start a loud discussion about the lack of planning that had taken place in regards to today’s mission.
Once Butcher had parked the van, you exited as quickly as possible, leaving all of them behind and making a direct line for your room, and consequently the shower.
After what felt like a good long decade under the hot stream of water, you finally decided you were clean enough, or as clean as you could be considering your current line of work.
Standing in your bathrobe in front of the mirror, drying your hair with a towel, you heard a knock on the door that distracted you from your thoughts. Wrapping the bathrobe tighter around your body, you went to see who it was.
With his back to the door and dressed in his usual attire, Butcher pretended to study the hallway. “Oh, hey, look at that. You showered!” He turned around at that, his eyes mocking you in response, which made you laugh. “What’s up?”
“Mind if I come in?” his eyes were boring into you with an intensity you had never seen in them, making you feel like the smallest person in the entire world.
You hesitated for a second, fully aware of the state of undress that you were currently in, but the way he was looking at you made you accept his request. “Sure.”
With slow and calculated steps, he made his way into the room. “I was actually just about to get dressed, so, like, you can sit on the bed or whatever in the meantime.” Starting for the bathroom, you brought your hand to your still damp hair with a huf. “Ugh, I think i still got chunks of that fucker in my hair.”
Just as you were about to get in the bathroom, Butcher’s voice caught you. “Oi.” You stopped dead in your tracks and turned to him, eyebrows raised in question. He was standing still in front of the bed, his presence occupying the whole room. “Come here.” His voice was low, but it still sounded commanding.
Before you even realized what you were doing, your legs took you to where he was standing. As you reached him, your eyes looked up at him, air too scared to leave your lungs.
He brought one of his hands to the knot holding your bathrobe together, and started fidgeting with it. “What are you doing?” Your voice was nothing more than an exhale, as with his other hand he grabbed you by the waist and turned you towards the bed.
Painfully slow, he pushed you down towards it, until you were fully laying on top of the mattress. As he started undoing the knot at your waist you dared to speak. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” You were too scared to raise your voice above a simple whisper, afraid that whatever was transpiring would break and Butcher’s presence above you would disappear.
He brought his lips to your ear, a simple shush to calm you down, as you felt his right hand spreading your folds and gently inserting two fingers inside you. A moan escaped from your throat, Butcher’s lips immediately on yours to swallow as much of it as he could, his tongue making its way past your lips to explore your mouth.
You were starting to feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen when his lips left yours. His face hovered mere inches above yours, his gaze drilling into you and his fingers continuing to work you open. “You still want me to stop?” His tone was teasing, almost like a threat.
Coherent thinking had abandoned you for the time being, the only response you were able to give him being a groan and a shake of your head, begging for him to keep going.
With a shit-eating grin, Butcher darted back for your lips, this time with an almost animal aggression, both your tongues now battling for dominance and his left hand grabbed your thigh and moved it up towards his waist. On instinct, you did the same with your other leg, while your arms closed around his back, your nails digging into the back of his neck, preventing him from escaping.
He abandoned your lips once more, a whine leaving you, but before you could utter a single complaint, his lips started sucking on the side of your neck, slowly making their way towards the point where your neck and shoulder met, a moan as your only response.
Butcher stayed there for a few seconds, a mark of his presence sure to appear in the morning. Suddenly, you felt his sharp teeth biting at the spot, a cry escaping your lips at the pain as you tried to get away from him, but strong arms held you in place, as his tongue gently soothed the pain.
Lips and tongue went back to work as they resumed their path downwards. Meticulously revering your neck and chest, Butcher finally arrived at your breasts. Your back arched on reflex when he sucked one of them into his mouth, his tongue diligently lapping your nipple, while his left hand massaged your other breast.
As soon as your nipple had hardened, Butcher released with a pop and turned his attention to the other one. Meanwhile, the hand he had been using to grope it went to your mouth, forcing three of his fingers past your lips for you to suck on.
You could feel yourself choking for air, a loud moan escaping past your lips and drool running down your chin, as his fingers pushed further and further down your throat.
After what felt like a hellish eternity of pure pleasure Butcher’s fingers ceased their abuse of your throat, air entering your lungs again, as his lips finally continued his path. Slowly trailing kisses down the plain of your stomach, he left an occasional bite here and there, to remind you to whom you belonged for the moment.
When he seemed to have finally reached your center, he diverted his course towards your right knee, which with his descent had ended up propped on his shoulder. His lips there were soft, like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings against your skin, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin.
He then made towards your center, his hand grabbing hold of your thigh as he advanced. But before your wish of his mouth on your cunt could be fulfilled, his right shoulder sneaked under your other knee, and he latched his mouth onto it. He dedicated the same efforts to this other thigh, just as he had done with both your nipples minutes before.
As his mouth finally made it to your center, the fingers working you open suddenly stilled as his heavy breathing settled right above your cunt. Your eyes rolled in pleasure at the feeling of his breathing on your most sensitive area, so much so that the sudden iron taste of blood invaded your tongue after you bit too hard on your bottom lip.
Nothing happened for a long moment, the fear of something having bothered Butcher to the point where he would leave you there mid climax taking form inside your mind. Worried and exasperated by his inaction, you raised your head to see what was wrong, but what you found dissipated that fear in a split second.
With a wicked smile on his lips, Butcher was admiring the way your cunt dripped, to the point where his entire hand was coated in your juices. You saw him licking his lips, a look of hunger in his eyes as he took your wetness in. He then lowered his head back towards your cunt, his eyes switching their attention to your face, which you were certain was red at this point.
Both your knees were still propped on his shoulders, effectively caging him between your thighs as he removed his fingers from your cunt to replace them with his tongue. At the contact, you found you could no longer hold his gaze and dropped your head back to the mattress, a whine of pleasure escaping your throat as one of your hands went to pull on his hair.
The burn of his beard on your cunt felt like nothing you had ever experienced, and the thought of your juices coating it made your skin feel as if it was on fire.
You realized his hair wasn't enough and you needed something else to hold onto, otherwise you would slip over the edge way too early, and you were enjoying yourself too much for this experience to end so soon. Immediately, as if sensing your thoughts, one of Butcher’s hands sneaked around your leg and grabbed your hand for leverage, placing your intertwined fingers on your stomach .
Your ears were burning and you could feel your climax building inside you as Butcher relentlessly switched his efforts between fucking you with his tongue and lapping at your clit. Your nails scraping at his scalp, your thighs pushing him closer to you to the point of suffocation, still Butcher did not stop for a second.
An animalistic groan released from your chest, your entire body going rigid as your orgasm finally claimed you. Your eyes clouded as Butcher worked you through it, his tongue lapping and cleaning your cunt of your juices.
Finally down from your high, your body heavy and loose, you made a whine of complaint as you started to feel overstimulated from Butcher’s ongoing attack on your cunt. Gently pulling at his hair, his mouth left your cunt and he looked up at you.
Just as you had imagined, his beard was covered with your wetness, making it glisten in the low light of the room. You chuckled at that, Butcher smiling in response. Disentangling his hands from around you, he crawled his way back up, his lips immediately on yours as he made you taste yourself on him.
You stayed there for a few short moments, your mouths hungry for each other, your tongues fighting for dominance, as your arms locked around his back once again. The feeling of his clothes still on him infuriated you as you pulled at the collar of his shirt, your fingers tangling with the chain he wore around his neck.
Feeling your frustration, Butcher broke the kiss and looked at you with a devilish smile. “You wanna choke me or something?” he chuckled.
A pout appeared on your face, eyebrows furrowed as you responded. “I wanna see you.”
“Then why not just ask, love?” his eyes never left your face as he leaned back. Grabbing your hands, he led them to unbutton his shirt, guiding your fingers through each of the buttons.
With the front of his shirt undone, he moved your hands aside to quickly take it off and threw it to the side, not caring where it fell. You took him in then, his broad shoulders and strong arms the only thing you could focus on.
When he leant back down, your hands went to the buckle of his belt, struggling to get rid of it as his lips attacked yours once again. While you continued to work his pants open, his hands explored your body, raising goosebumps as they went up and down your sides, softly caressing your nipples.
Belt finally unbuckled and button and fly opened, your hand went to grab at his cock, eagerly stroking up and down his length. “Sure you wanna go again?” he whispered against your mouth with a chuckle.
You responded with a desperate nod of your head. At once, he got rid of the rest of his clothes, going back to you as fast as he could.
Hovering over your body, he rested his arms to each side of you, effectively trapping you under him. “Ready?” Your hand went to his ass at that, forcefully grabbing onto it and urging him to enter you.
He was bigger than you had anticipated, the intrusion of his cock stretching your cunt inch after inch. At the initial pain, your hands went to his back, nails digging and scratching into his freckled covered skin, leaving red marks behind as he bottomed out.
Pain gave way to pleasure, and his panting grew heavy as he pulled out and pushed back into your cunt. With your back arched and your head pushed backwards, your eyes rolled into your sockets when you felt him sucking onto your neck.
Somehow, behind Butcher’s struggling pants, you sensed he was holding back. Needing him deeper inside you, you brought your foot to his ass and urged him to go deeper, to set a rougher pace of his hips against yours.
The way he was now pounding made the air leave your lungs against your will, your breasts bouncing up and down with the force of his thrusts. To hide your loud moans, you hid your face against his neck, biting him there to remind him that he belonged to you, as you belonged to him.
Butcher groaned with lust at your attack, leaning back to escape the pain. He pushed himself up, leaning back on his hands so he could pound harder into you.
The chain around his neck dangled in front of your lust filled reddened face, a small cry leaving you at the force of each of his thrusts.
With your entire body burning and covered in a thin layer of sweat, his cock pulled out of your cunt and grabbed the bathrobe you were still wearing. “Take this off and get on your knees.” His voice cut through.
You obeyed, rising to your knees and getting rid of the robe, when your arm got caught in the sleeve. Butcher’s hands were on you in a split second, helping you out of it and throwing the garment next to his discarded clothes.
Once undressed, you turned around and got into position. The anticipation did nothing to calm your nerves, suddenly feeling too self conscious of your own body, but then you felt the tip of his cock teasing at your entrance.
With a cry you begged Butcher to push into your cunt, and as the gentleman he was, he grabbed onto your hips and did as told.
The new angle made his cock feel bigger inside you than before, a hint of pain building inside you as he entered inch by inch. By the time he was fully inside you, his cock sheathed to the base, you felt fuller than you had ever felt in your life.
After letting yourself get used to his size for a couple of seconds, Butcher started pounding into you once again, a relentless rhythm of his hips against your ass.
Your moans started mingling with his own, those and the slapping of skin against skin as he repeatedly entered you the only sounds in the room. Stars filled your vision as you shut your eyes, your climax building inside you once again. With the pace Butcher had set you didn't think you could last much longer.
His hand roughly grabbing onto your hair pulled you out of your thoughts. With force, Butcher pulled you upwards, your back flush against his chest as he kept fucking you from this angle. One of his hands went to your neck, his fingers pressing down on the sides, preventing the blood from flowing into your brain, while his other hand went straight for your clit, teasing and flicking it.
You were starting to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen reaching your brain when Butcher changed his grip and made for your jaw, blood once again reaching your brain and your vision clearing. With a twist of his wrist, Butcher turned your face towards him and swallowed the noises he kept pushing out of you, his tongue forcing itself into your mouth while his cock reached that spot inside you that made you scream.
It was all starting to be too much, your body like a tea cup that would shatter at the smallest touch, when he pressed his lips to your ear and whispered. “You gonna cum for me again, love?”
With those words, it was as if a dam had been opened and you came hard around him, your walls closing in on his cock, your entire body shaking as his fingers kept working your clit.
As your body cooled down and your ears stopped ringing, you fell forward onto the mattress, Butcher’s cock slipping out of you in the process. With your body spent under him, Butcher brought one of his hands to his cock. With a few pumps of his fist, he finally came, his cum spilling all over your lower back.
Having recovered his breathing, Butcher then leaned down and, with a couple of swipes of his tongue, cleaned you up. A shiver went up your spine as he dared approach your ass, but he went no further, instead deciding to drop himself right next to you.
You looked at him, the way the sweat that covered his body made him glow in the low light of the room, how his chest still raised with heavy breaths, his eyes unfocused as they looked up at the ceiling. Before you realized what you were doing, your hand went to the chain at his neck, studying it.
Feeling his eyes on you, you raised your eyes to his face and you found him smiling, blown pupils as he looked at you. Feeling shy that he had caught you, you retreated your hand back under yourself and lowered your face.
“See,” you decided to break the silence. “If every stupid mission we go on ended like this I would complain way less.”
He chucked at that. “Yeah?” You nodded enthusiastically. “I think we can work something out.”
There was a mischievous glint in his eyes that made you feel bold, pulling yourself up and straddling his lap, your hands on his chest for leverage and that same mischievous glint in your eyes as you teased. “Round two?”