The Heroes Kink Meme Rides Again!
YES! It's that time again! It's either still a month to go until the premier, or, if you're like some of us, the show is already dead to you, but KINKY FIC IS ALWAYS WELCOME!:
The Heroes Kink Meme Rides Again
RULES OF ENGAGEMENT:
1) ALL characters MUST be 16 or older and sentient (ie, no beastiality unless someone's a werewolf) to play.
2) NO " ( Read more... )
The Heroes Kink Meme Rides Again
RULES OF ENGAGEMENT:
1) ALL characters MUST be 16 or older and sentient (ie, no beastiality unless someone's a werewolf) to play.
2) NO " ( Read more... )
"Okay, then," Simone said, taking a deep breath and stepping to Peter's side. Her hands joined his on his belt, fingers curling into the loops on his jeans. She looked into his eyes, watching hazel irises turn into slivers as she stroked her thumb down the seam of his fly.
"Simone?" he breathed and she shushed him with a kiss. His lips were thin and chapped against hers -- more chapped than she remembered in the rain, in the warmth of his apartment afterward. She removed one hand from his belt, cupping his sharp jaw, wondering where he'd been all this time. What he'd been through.
Why he couldn't talk to her about it.
One handed, she made good on the rest of her threat, sliding the zipper down and reaching into Peter's jeans. She smiled against his lips, finding him bare and half hard in her grasp. Peter groaned into her mouth, hands coming up to hold her head as he slid his tongue against hers.
"You expect me to just watch this?" Isaac shouted, suddenly beside them. He grasped Simone's arm, pulling her away from Peter. There was high color in his cheeks -- he looked healthy for once, for the first time in a long time the color came without sweats or the stink of drugs.
"No, Isaac," Simone said mildly, waiting for his grip on her arm to ease. One of her arms was still wound around Peter, dropping from his face to his waist as they both angled to look at Isaac. She slid her arm almost free of Isaac, turning her hand to hold his and guiding it to his belt. "I expect you to show me."
She leaned forward on the last word, breathing it across his lips and kissing lightly. She didn't linger, pulling back to look into his eyes, impress on him how serious she was. He nodded once, finally, and they went to work on his belt. Peter slid behind Simone, sweeping her hair back from her neck to kiss it, eye lifting for quick looks at Isaac that Simone could see in the strange clenches of Isaac's jaw.
Finally, she and Isaac managed to get her belt free, pants puddling around his ankles. He stepped out them, back into Simone's arms. She met him with a kiss, hands going to curve over his ass through his boxers. Isaac groaned low in his throat, kissing her harder, pushing her back into Peter's arms where she could feel his cock prod her back.
Stumblingly, they made their way to Isaac's bed in the far corner of the loft. Falling on the bed, Simone puff air up at her hair, trying to get it out of her eyes. Peter and Isaac both moved to stroke it back from her face and she laugh.
Not a good laugh, she could tell. A bad, oh my God, I'm fucking my boyfriend and my ex and I almost died to day and New York is going to explode kind of laugh.
The boys waited for her to finish, unsettled expressions doing little to cut through the tense arousal humming between the three of them.
"Well?" she said, tugging at Isaac's boxers. He blushed a little but let her remove them, cock jutting out almost straight from his body. Peter knelt next to him on the bed, having lost all his clothes at some point. He looked down at Isaac's dick with interest.
"Want me to get a ruler?" she quipped, only to have the words die on her lips and Peter reached out to touch Isaac, stroking firmly. Isaac inhaled sharply in surprise and a grin spread across Peter's face.
"You have a beautiful cock," he murmured, sliding closer and kissing Isaac. He worked his lips against Isaac's unresponsive ones, pink tongue visible as he licked the seam of Isaac's lips, begging for entrance. Unsuccessful with that tactic, Peter sped up his hand on Isaac's dick, twisting his hand with each stroke to pull on the foreskin. Isaac shuddered and gasped; Peter seized the opportunity to thrust his tongue into Isaac's mouth, tumbling the other man beneath him.
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"Okay, then," Simone said, taking a deep breath and stepping to Peter's side. Her hands joined his on his belt, fingers curling into the loops on his jeans. She looked into his eyes, watching hazel irises turn into slivers as she stroked her thumb down the seam of his fly.
"Simone?" he breathed and she shushed him with a kiss. His lips were thin and chapped against hers -- more chapped than she remembered in the rain, in the warmth of his apartment afterward. She removed one hand from his belt, cupping his sharp jaw, wondering where he'd been all this time. What he'd been through.
Why he couldn't talk to her about it.
One handed, she made good on the rest of her threat, sliding the zipper down and reaching into Peter's jeans. She smiled against his lips, finding him bare and half hard in her grasp. Peter groaned into her mouth, hands coming up to hold her head as he slid his tongue against hers.
"You expect me to just watch this?" Isaac shouted, suddenly beside them. He grasped Simone's arm, pulling her away from Peter. There was high color in his cheeks -- he looked healthy for once, for the first time in a long time the color came without sweats or the stink of drugs.
"No, Isaac," Simone said mildly, waiting for his grip on her arm to ease. One of her arms was still wound around Peter, dropping from his face to his waist as they both angled to look at Isaac. She slid her arm almost free of Isaac, turning her hand to hold his and guiding it to his belt. "I expect you to show me."
She leaned forward on the last word, breathing it across his lips and kissing lightly. She didn't linger, pulling back to look into his eyes, impress on him how serious she was. He nodded once, finally, and they went to work on his belt. Peter slid behind Simone, sweeping her hair back from her neck to kiss it, eye lifting for quick looks at Isaac that Simone could see in the strange clenches of Isaac's jaw.
Finally, she and Isaac managed to get her belt free, pants puddling around his ankles. He stepped out them, back into Simone's arms. She met him with a kiss, hands going to curve over his ass through his boxers. Isaac groaned low in his throat, kissing her harder, pushing her back into Peter's arms where she could feel his cock prod her back.
Stumblingly, they made their way to Isaac's bed in the far corner of the loft. Falling on the bed, Simone puff air up at her hair, trying to get it out of her eyes. Peter and Isaac both moved to stroke it back from her face and she laugh.
Not a good laugh, she could tell. A bad, oh my God, I'm fucking my boyfriend and my ex and I almost died to day and New York is going to explode kind of laugh.
The boys waited for her to finish, unsettled expressions doing little to cut through the tense arousal humming between the three of them.
"Well?" she said, tugging at Isaac's boxers. He blushed a little but let her remove them, cock jutting out almost straight from his body. Peter knelt next to him on the bed, having lost all his clothes at some point. He looked down at Isaac's dick with interest.
"Want me to get a ruler?" she quipped, only to have the words die on her lips and Peter reached out to touch Isaac, stroking firmly. Isaac inhaled sharply in surprise and a grin spread across Peter's face.
"You have a beautiful cock," he murmured, sliding closer and kissing Isaac. He worked his lips against Isaac's unresponsive ones, pink tongue visible as he licked the seam of Isaac's lips, begging for entrance. Unsuccessful with that tactic, Peter sped up his hand on Isaac's dick, twisting his hand with each stroke to pull on the foreskin. Isaac shuddered and gasped; Peter seized the opportunity to thrust his tongue into Isaac's mouth, tumbling the other man beneath him.
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"Up," she urged him until he straddled Peter as well, ass in the air. Nodding to herself, she ducked her head down, one hand clutching his thigh to steady herself and she took his dick into her mouth.
It was a tricky proposition, fucked herself down on Peter and sucking on Isaac. She had to pull back twice when she lost her rhythm and nearly gagged, but then Peter groaned deeply beneath her, hands firm on her hips, and he took control from her, thrusting gently to let her focus.
She licked up and down Isaac's shaft, one hand wrapped around it as she sucked the head. Isaac murmured encouragement, fingers softly threading through her hair like so many times before.
Peter shifted beneath her, hands moving to interlace fingers on Isaac as he arched up and suddenly Isaac was coming in her mouth, gasping an incoherent string of profanity that ended on a groaned, "Peter."
Simone swallowed with a scrunch of her nose, warning look telling Isaac not to get used to it before thrusting down strongly on Peter, picking up the pace. Isaac, still shaking with the force of his orgasm kissed her briefly before carefully picking himself up off of Peter, directly a glare down at the other man as he did. Peter merely blew him a kiss, licking his lips to give Simone as idea of what he'd done.
Isaac growled Peter's name again under his breath and then, out to prove something perhaps, got behind Simone, kneeling off the edge of the bed to lick at her cunt and Peter's cock both. Simone quivered at the sensation, coming hard. She ground down on Peter, riding it out until Isaac stilled her hips. She fell almost limply into his arms, straining to kiss him.
Isaac settled her back onto the bed next to Peter, replying to her questioning look with a determined look.
"I'll finish him," he said.
Peter laughed a little, breathlessly, and said, "Hurry up."
Isaac slapped him on the hip -- not softly -- but that only made Peter moan deeply. Simone curled against his side, kissing his shoulder as she watched Isaac slide down Peter's body, feel a warm throb in her own body at the sight.
With a certain amount of disgust, Isaac tore the condom off of Peter, and Simone rolled her eyes. It was never an issue before now, but just because Peter made a point of it, Isaac couldn't. Stupid boys.
Peter watched with interest as Isaac took a hold of him, hand moving hesitantly despite the forceful look in Isaac's eyes. She saw a muscle flex in his jaw, and he moved with unexpected suddenness to kiss the head of Peter's cock. Peter jerked at the motion, coming in spurts across Isaac's face.
"Fuck, sorry. Fuck," Peter gasped out.
Simone stifled a giggle in his shoulder, feeling the last shudders of his orgasm spend themselves. Carefully, she peeked up at Isaac, only to press her laughter again into Peter at the sight of his semen covered face.
"I'm wiping this off on your shirt," Isaac warned Peter, and then gagged; apparently some of the come dripped into his mouth.
"Why don't you come here and I'll clean it for you?" Peter asked, voice heated. Simone wondered if he was being serious. Isaac, apparently, didn't think so and wiped his face on Peter's shirt regardless before joining them on the bed.
He thumped Peter on the chest, saying, "Next time, I'm fucking you," before settling on Simone's other side.
Peter snorted, "Not likely, junkie."
Simone swatted at him and he quieted. Between her boys -- her petty, stupid, sniping boys -- Simone lets herself finally relax. She let her gaze fall on the explosion mural and didn't feel fear for the first time. She didn't feel hope, precisely, but lack of fear was better than nothing. She almost died today, but it turned out better. It was something to build from, and if they built enough....
Well, maybe they'd save the world, after all.
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(I just think there was a little mix up with two parts of your story. You double posted part 2 and missed part 3) Loved it, though!
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*is bossy*
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Simone flushed at the display, hearing he breath turn to harsh pants. The apartment was too warm, she thought, struggling to get out of her own clothes. She saw Peter pull back from Isaac, sly smirk on his face as he looked over to her and then pushed his hands up Isaac's shirt, taking it off.
Giving up on her own clothes, button down shirt hanging on her shoulders over her lacy bra, Simone thrust her hand directly into her wet panties, rubbing her clit to get some relief.
Isaac, chest heaving under Peter's kisses looked over to her. He reached out his paint stained hand and she slid her hand into it.
"Hey," he whispered, drawing her nearer. "I'm sorry."
Simone nodded silently, not quite accepting, and let him kiss her. Soon enough Peter's lips joined his, turning the kiss deliciously sloppy.
"Condoms?" Peter asked, and Isaac opened an eye to glare weakly at him.
"I'm clean."
"Uh huh, right. Condoms?"
"Fuck you," Isaac said without rancor, standing and walking to a cabinet to rifle through it. Peter tilted his head, appreciating the crouch Isaac fell into as her searched the lower compartment before looking back at Simone. He scooted over on the bed, taking her into his arms and kissing her softly.
"There's still the explosion," he reminded her. "Maybe I should let Isaac kill me."
"No!" Simone said. No, this was not their last kiss. No, he didn't get to have a noble sacrifice. No. "Stay with me."
Peter nodded, circling her nose with his. He dipped his head, kissing her until her back arched, fingers sliding slowly down her body. Toying with the elastic at the hollow of her thigh, he stroked gently against her panties.
Smirking, he asked, "So how do you want to do this?"
Simone narrowed her eyes at him. She wasn't even going to ask how many times he'd done this.
"You fuck, I blow?" she asked, delighting in the vulgar curl of the words on her tongue. Peter agreed, cock leaking against her belly.
"What are you saying behind my back?" Isaac asked, not entirely suspiciously. He was still not entirely comfortable with the set up, as Simone could see from his softening dick. She beckoned him over, nudging Peter onto his side so she could prop herself up to kiss Isaac, soothing him.
When they broke the kiss, Isaac tossed two foil packages onto the bed, expression challenging as he stared as Peter.
"Thank you," Peter said, eyes dark and tempting, hand rubbing circles into Isaac's belly until he relented, crawling back onto the bed to straddle Peter, kissing him wetly.
"I still don't like you," Isaac grumbled between kisses.
"That's okay," Peter said. "Not everyone I fuck does."
Simone blinked in surprise, Peter's words making her reevaluate just exactly who the sweet nurse who tended to her father actually was. She shook it off quickly, though, eager to get back to her plan. The forgetting about how fucked up her life was plan by complicating it a little more.
Sitting up on the bed, Simone groped until she found a condom. Tearing the package, she rolled it onto Peter's cock, very satisfied with the way his eyelids fluttered at the motion. Licking her lips, she pushed Peter onto his back and positioned her self over him, groaning as she slid down onto his cock.
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"I'm clean."
"Uh huh, right. Condoms?"
Haha! Love it. Yay Peter, for not accepting a junkie's assertion that he's clean.
"I still don't like you," Isaac grumbled between kisses.
"That's okay," Peter said. "Not everyone I fuck does."
Another LOL moment! In a fic that is otherwise so very HOT!
I love this :)
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Snarky, slutty Peter is the best kind and I suddenly miss Simone and Isaac.
Awesome, awesome fic, Nonny!
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