Fic: Intimate Encounters

[dream_it_all]

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Fandom: X-Men: Evolution
Rating and Warnings: NC-17 (MA) for explicit sex. And not much else: this is straight-out porn, basically.
Summary/Explanation/Author's Notes: This is a little complicated.

Basically, one of my first fandoms, way back when I realized there was fanfiction, (about 4 years ago, now) was X-evo. I wrote hideous Mary-Sue fic, realized this eventually, stopped and moved to my current account.

The problem? One of the Mary-Sues never left my head, although she did change into a proper OFC. And eventually she ended up hooking up with Freddy 'the Blob' Dukes. In my head. And then they grew a story.

...Which I didn't want to write. But then they hijacked my head. Basically, this is how the confrontation went:

Me: Why am I even still thinking of you? And why the hell has Freddy decided to leave Magneto at all?
Freddy: Sex. Now.
Mia: *nods vigorously*
Me: Oh, Jesus frikking Christ. NO.
Mia: Keep in mind, this is probably the most normal sex you will ever end up writing.
Me: ...

And I wrote sexings. And liked it, damn it.

So there may or may not be be other stories in this series. I have the plot in my head, and it might end up being written cicequi-style, which I will explain if there are other parts that end up leaving my head to take up residence on paper.

Basic information for reading: Mia's mutant power is to destroy things with her voice due to vibrations. She has very irregular control, which isn't going to change. Freddy has invulnerability and super-strength, but it also makes him really fat. Both of them have ended up in a kind of mutant safe-house, where there are no super-heroes or fighting to Save The World, which suits both of them just fine, for the moment. They have been dating for quite some time, and have just decided to go all the way.


Mia fiddled nervously with the hem of her shirt, looking down at the floor, not meeting the eyes trained on her. Freddy sat on the bed, watching her, just as nervous but covering it with a belligerent scowl.

She looked up suddenly, and stilled when she caught his expression. “I-sorry,” she said abruptly, sounding almost troubled.

This time, Fred looked away. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he muttered, trying to sound neutral, trying to sound like the very idea didn’t make him angry and hurt and want to punch something. He didn’t want it if she didn’t.

“I do,” Mia said. “I… Oh, drat it all.” She grasped the hem and pulled the shirt off. She was blushing when her face was revealed again, and she curled her arms around herself, self-conscious.

She was beautiful. Well, he knew that, but she-she was beautiful. He’d fantasized-hell yeah he’d dreamed about this moment-but it just didn’t measure up. It was little things: she had a little mole on her tight stomach, her bra was black with a little lace, the skin she’d revealed was paler, different from her arms. She looked fragile, delicate but it was her, he knew she was strong, which made her just plain fucking hot-this couldn’t be real but it was…

Mia shifted uncomfortably.

“I-you’re really pretty,” he said, stupidly, berating himself mentally as soon as he’d finished. Her blush deepened a little, but she smiled and looked up again. “Here,” he said belatedly, feeling his own ears flush, patting the patch of bed beside him.

She walked slowly over to the bed. Logic told him it was nerves, but the action was seductive, anticipation tightening in his stomach. He felt his cock twitch in response.

“It’s not fair-you’re still wearing your shirt,” she said when she reached him, smiling a bright, unexpected flash of a smile at him. Hesitantly at first, then with more conviction, she climbed onto his lap and started working his own shirt up.

Oh shit. Her getting naked meant he needed to, too. She’d never really seen him before-well, yeah, she knew he was fat, clothes weren’t going to hide that, but it… It was different, right?

He thought about kissing her, as a distraction, but that would just make this take longer. Belatedly, he moved to help her, and between the two of them they got it off. Mia paused a minute, looking at him-Freddy tensed, almost scared again-before she pressed herself further against him, breasts pressing into his chest, to kiss him.

It started chaste, both of them unsure in this new situation, with the two just enjoying the shiver of mouth moving against mouth, until Mia nipped at Fred’s lower lip. He moaned into her lips and she pressed even closer against him, humming in reply.

She was panting, eyes bright and hair mussed, when they broke apart. “You’re still the best kisser I know,” she said. She probably meant to sound teasing, but she just sounded sexy, a little out of breath and voice low with desire. Freddy smiled at her.

“Here,” she said suddenly, reaching for one of his hands and bringing it up to one breast. He was careful to rein in his strength as he felt it, gently, dick hardening and his attention partly fixed on what his hands was doing, and her expression as he brushed fingers along the upper edge. Carefully, hesitantly, he let a finger dipped inside, almost jumping with shock when Mia made a sound that was half a gasp and half a moan as he brushed her hard nipple.

“Around the back,” she said. When Freddy paused, not sure if he was getting the right meaning, she twisted her own arms around, feeling for the clasp to her bra. It seemed to take an eternity to get undone, but she knew it was probably only a few seconds.

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in. “You’re beautiful,” he said again. Mia hid her blush by burying her face in his chest, letting out a long, nervous breath of her own.

Freddy wrapped his arms around her and lowered his head, breathing in the scent of her-clean and human. He yelped, surprised, when she moved suddenly, finding his own nipple and enveloping it with her hot, wet mouth, sucking. His yelp turned into another moan, and he could feel Mia giggling against him.

He picked her up, as gently as he could, when she moved away and shifted, laying her on the bed and carefully shifting so they were facing each other, laid out across her: the movement reminded him of how painfully tight his pants were getting. Mia shifted on the bed, trying to get comfortable, not paying attention to him until he returned the favor, and the sound she made was almost painfully arousing.

“Nnnh-ah-a little gentler-yes! Ohhh…”

She caught his lips in another fierce kiss when he moved. When they parted, she moved determinedly for her jeans, fingers fumbling at the button while she tried to look anywhere other than at what her own hands were doing or at Freddy himself.

He wanted to help her, but didn’t until she’d managed to wriggle out of them, working them down and off of legs. While he was there, he pulled off her socks, making Mia giggle a little, embarrassed: there were stylized kitty faces on them, and she knew it. She’d planned ahead and worn something attractive, and her good set of underwear, but she hadn’t thought about her socks, of all things.

She moved to meet him before he could shift carefully back to the front of the bed, fingers dipping for his own zipper, and he was suddenly sorry he hadn’t given in to his own impulse to help. Mia couldn’t avoid her fingers brushing against his tight dick as she worked, and he couldn’t hold back a stifled gasp of his own. She tried not to look too hard at what she’d revealed, blushing hard, gazing into her boyfriend’s eyes instead.

He was apparently trying to avoid staring at her breasts, and she giggled again. “I like you playing with them, too,” she said playfully, cupping one in her hand and squeezing the hard nipple between two fingers in demonstration.

There wasn’t a red-blooded guy on the planet who could avoid an offer like that, Freddy knew.

He was laying over her when they finished, mouth dropping soft kisses over her left shoulder and breast, supporting himself over her on his arms-there was no way his weight would be comfortable for her. That-well, it wouldn’t work if they went much further.

“Want-want to. Um,” Mia said, blush making her words clearer. “I-I know you’re ready? I can, um, feel you.” His hard dick was pressing into her leg. It was doing odd things to her pulse, actually.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling widely at her, feeling almost unbearably happy. “More than anything.”

“I love you,” Mia said fiercely, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight hug.

“Me too,” he whispered back, waiting for just a minute before he picked her up and shifted her again, flipping onto his back so she was resting on the bulge of his stomach, naked except for her underwear and flushed, a thin sheen of sweat covering her and dampening the back of her neck. Her hair was-well, it was a mess, but it was the sexiest hair he’d ever seen.

“You first this time.”

Damn. Awkwardly, without trying to upset the woman resting against him, he tried to wriggle out of his boxers. It wasn’t working.

Mia mostly did it for him, and he tried not to be too embarrassed, or defensive. She didn’t deserve that. He sure as hell didn’t deserve her.

She hesitated before slipping out of her own underwear, revealing a trim patch of dark hair. Freddy swallowed hard.

“Condom?” she asked, sounding needy, urgent-lustful. “I-Oh god, Freddy-”

“Bottom left-hand drawer in my desk,” he managed to gasp out. She wriggled down him to walk over to it, slipping her tongue out to dab at his upper thigh, teasingly close to his cock, as she went, leaving him to arch up into the brief, now-absent touch.

Mia handed it to him when she returned. “I’ve never done it,” she admitted.

“Watch-I’ll show you how,” he said, hoping that he didn’t sound like he assumed there would be a second time. Sure, she seemed into it now, but if she changed her mind, when she wasn’t so horny-he wasn’t attractive, not like she was.

Once he’d rolled the condom down himself, he laid back. “You-should probably be on top,” he admitted. He’d crush her, if he ever fell on her. She was tiny against him.

“It’s a better view,” she chirped, smiling-slightly nervously-down at him.

Mia hesitated just a single moment before she repositioned herself, supporting herself on her legs, the very tip of Fred’s cock just inside her: he couldn’t help himself, and his hips jerked up. Mia hissed, fist clenching against his leg, and Fred felt his heart freeze.

“Are you okay?” he said immediately, horrified-if he’d hurt her, which was far too easy for him-

“Not… Exactly. I’m a virgin-”

That was worse. Fred froze, horrified.

“You’ve never-”

“No. …You’re the first person I’ve ever wanted to. Um.” He could almost hear her blush in her voice, he thought dimly, but mostly he was, yeah, horrified.

He lifted her off him, gently, scrambling to his knees, mirroring her position, the two of them facing each other across the bed. Mia looked confused, and hurt. He had no idea what his expression was. He was probably frowning again.

“Is… What?” Mia said, looking at him with an almost pleading expression. She was starting to cool down now her pulse was slowing, slightly sweaty skin cooling swiftly in the slight draft the room had. She was getting goosebumps, and she let herself wrap her arms around her body, with the excuse that it was for the warmth, not the defensiveness of the position.

“-You didn’t tell me you were a virgin,” Freddy mumbled, looking away.

“What does that have to do with anything? I’ve-heard about it working the other way, but…” Her attempt at humor fell flat.

His temper flared. “You should have told me!” He thundered, and Mia looked startled, staring at him with a wide-eyed expression that was almost afraid.

“…Sorry. But… I didn’t know.”

“Why does it matter?” Mia pleaded. “If I’m doing something wrong, you can tell me-I want this to be, be nice-”

“It’s not that. It’s… Look, you deserve someone better, okay? I know that. But your first time… It shouldn’t be me, Mia-”

“Yes, it should be,” she said firmly, forcing him to meet her eyes. “I wouldn’t do this with anyone else I know. I know you’ve done… things I don’t approve of, but you gave that up when you left Magneto. You did, didn’t you?” She didn’t bother waiting for his affirmative nod, knowing the answer. He gave it anyway. “And I don’t care that you’re not a virgin. …Well, to be honest, I’m kind of jealous of those other girls, and I’m nervous I won’t measure up, but that’s beside the point. I’d probably be worried about being good at this even if we both hadn’t so much as kissed. And I’m not looking to wait for marriage, I was just waiting for someone I liked enough. And that’s you, Freddy. You’re sweet, you’re nice to me, and you-you try your best, more than most people I’ve met, and that’s worth more than always succeeding.” Her expression was earnest, honest, and that made Freddy’s stomach feel like it was knotting itself up even more.

“I…”

“Freddy. I want you to be my first.” She was fiddling nervously with a strand of hair, exposing most of her naked breasts, and from there it was the lean curve of her body, lightly muscled and trim, the dark patch of hair, the smooth legs-and it was more than that. It was because it was her, and she was there with him because she wanted to be, not because it was her leg up in the ranks, or because there was nobody else, or because he was paying her.

He couldn’t say no. He couldn’t make himself say yes, either.

“-And I’m kind of, uh, frustrated right now.” She looked at him, cool and deliberate and trying to hide her nerves, and let one hand drift down, two fingers pressing into the fold where her legs met. “Please?” And she smiled, almost painfully sweetly.

So he didn’t say anything, and just reached for her. She held out her own hand to meet his, and clasped it, her clinging to his tightly and he just barely caging hers, careful not to squeeze, always mindful of his strength around her.

It took a little repositioning, but she ended up on top of him again, and this time Freddy kept himself rigidly still, utterly controlled, while she let him inside her, and then longer, giving her time to adjust, not wanting to cause her any pain.

It was excruciating when she started moving against him and around him, to keep still. His body trembled with the effort, and he bit hard at his lower lip to keep from moaning with sheer frustration.

“Freddy?” Mia said after a minute, voice troubled.

He sighed harshly before he spoke, trying to find words, something he’d never been good at. “I don’t want to-hurt you…” Damn it, how could he make himself make sense?

“Oh, psh-stop acting like I’m some delicate little flower. Actually, most ‘delicate little flowers’ can take a pretty impressive amount of manhandling, so do. Really, though, Freddy, I trust you-and that doesn’t mean I want you to hold dead still while I, um… Fuck you.” Her words went soft and embarrassed at the end. “I thought you were over this?”

“But if you’re a virgin-”

“It’s fine now-It’s good. Come on-There’s some middle ground between beating me to a pulp and not moving at all, isn’t there?”

“-Alright. Alright. Just… Fine.”

“Prove it?” Mia had probably meant to make it sound like a playful challenge, but it turned into a hesitant, oddly hopeful question in her mouth.

She arched her back, his cock slipping most of the way out of her, then slid down again, and Fred didn’t try to control-well, completely-the way his hips jerked helplessly. Mia moaned breathlessly in appreciation, pressing a hurried kiss to his stomach, and Freddy groaned at how the way she’d curled up to reach him shifted the pressure around his dick, everything already too warm and wet and tight to think clearly.

Hesitantly, he brought one hand up to rest gently against her side, then, more daringly, around her hip, helping her move, trying to stay mindful of his strength even through the sheer pleasure filling his mind, fizzing through his nerves. Desire was a hot pit in the bottom of his stomach.

His other hand was fisted against one edge of the bed, and, distractedly, he felt wood start to splinter under his grip. He couldn’t bring himself to care, not with his girlfriend-Mia-moving like that, eyes lidded with pleasure, chest heaving, a drop of sweat trickling down into the valley between her breasts, breath harsh in her throat. He was vaguely aware of one of her hands digging into his flesh, nails trying to bite down into impenetrable skin. She hesitated, making a motion with one hand, the rhythm she’d been following slowing for a second before she brought her free hand down to cup his balls, one thumb pressing gently, then slipping to the side. Freddy shuddered and Mia hesitated, arching her head up to see him, afraid she’d done something wrong, but the way Freddy was gasping, his own back arched and eyes shut, was clearly with pleasure, and Mia couldn’t help but smile-Freddy saw her, when he opened his eyes again, suddenly, and he smiled back. It was like sunshine breaking through clouds, like all his smiles were.

His orgasm snuck up on him, and he knew it was partly his own fault. He hadn’t wanted it to happen-not because it meant it was over, but because he knew that was when he was least in control. He could break one of Mia’s bones by accident, or-

It swept through him, like fire or lava, leaving him panting and shaky. He realized he’d screamed, and blushed, although Mia was smiling at him, happily, eyes warm. There were no traces of pain in her expression, and Freddy let himself relax fully-although he was pretty sure that he’d ended up cracking the bed frame kind of badly where he’d been holding onto it.

And then he stiffened again. He’d come-

Mia hadn’t moved off of him, although she’d moved off of his softening dick. “Um, the condom-”

“Oh. But you-”

“That too,” she replied cheekily, wrinkling her nose. She pulled the condom off, trying to keep the come inside it, and tossed it into the wastebasket beside the bed, before turning back to him, hesitant again. “I-”

“Here,” he said nervously, reaching for her again. He kissed her deeply, trying to cover up his own panic-he’d never had something like this happen, the handful of times he’d had sex before the woman had come while they’d been fucking, or hadn’t wanted to spend any more time near him than she absolutely had to-and made himself try to relax a little. He tried to take in a surreptitious deep breath, scenting her-she smelled like sex and sweat and her shampoo, it was intoxicating-

He was putting things off. She deserved this-he wouldn’t let her first time be unfulfilled because of him, she deserved something as mind-blowing as what she’d given him-

Freddy shifted his attentions, moving to kiss the junction of her neck, then further down, trailing soft kisses-butterfly kisses, she called them-down her shoulders, pausing at the nipple. He paused then, nervous and fumbling, and shifted a little awkwardly, not wanting to let go of her but needing to shift away a little to get one of his hands between her light frame and his own bulk. He pressed a finger into her-she was so wet-and she cut back a breathy scream, trying to stay aware of Diane, in the room across from them, as he brushed something that must have been her clit. She pressed further into his hand, slipping it further inside, and Freddy’s cock twitched again, helplessly. He ignored that to mouth at one breast, then the other, utterly enchanted. Mia whimpered.

“Freddy-please…!”

“Here, lie down-I want to-to try something…”

He moved down her body, kissing lightly and sometimes-not biting, but pressing his teeth into the flesh softly, indenting it a little. It made Mia shift beneath him, almost uncomfortably aroused, and bite her lip to keep from getting too loud.

“Ah-Freddy-”

He paused as he met the juncture where her legs met her body. Fuck, he had no idea what he was doing-

Too late now. “Tell-tell me how I’m doing?”

“Yes, do it-ohhh-”

She tasted… Different. There-that was her pussy; he let his tongue slip inside, to see how she’d react, and she thrashed beneath him, hips rolling up in a long smooth movement. “Up-”

That was her clit. She half-screamed, choking back the noise, panting. “Yes-there! Oh-yes-Fred-”

He pressed the flat of his tongue against the little bud of flesh, pressing a little, curious, trying to figure out what got the best reaction, then mouthed the area. Mia jerked, bringing her legs up to wrap around his neck, holding his head down, lifting up to press further into him, desperate for release. He licked, and then again, sending Mia tumbling over the edge. She shook with the sheer force of orgasm, body trembling and hands clasping against the sheets, every muscle on her body clenching, throat closing so the only sound she made was an almost strangled-sounding soft cry-he almost missed the way she lost her control, momentarily, her voice shattering the bedside lamp.

Finally she relaxed, and Freddy smiled, oddly proud. She smiled back, sated, body still warm with afterglow, then winced as her glance fell sideways and saw the porcelain dust that was all that remained of the table lamp that had sat next to the bed. “Sorry,” she said, voice soft and careful.

“Nah,” he said, grinning back, kind of-relieved? Yeah, really happy and relieved. And she hadn’t freaked out or anything. “I think I kind of might have broken the bed-”

Mia giggled, and if it had been somebody else, or if this had happened a few years ago, that would have been enough to send him off into another angry rage, but…

But it wasn’t somebody else, it was Mia, and he’d… Gotten better about that kind of thing. It wasn’t like she meant it meanly. And she’d broken something too-although that wasn’t her fault-

Mia interrupted his thoughts, stirring. She stretched, and he tried not to stare too hard at what that did to her breasts and the taught muscle of her stomach.

“Do… I’m getting tired.” The sentence was abrupt, and this time Freddy did feel a sharp stirring of anger and fear.

“Oh.” He tried to keep the word neutral, tried to stay calm, tried not to turn away defensively because he thought she was looking at him-he was big enough that it was hard to avoid, just like she couldn’t keep from touching him no matter how big the bed was. “I’ll… Good night.” Damn, he sounded angry. He was angry, but-fuck.

He let himself turn away.

“Good night,” Mia said, softly and hesitantly. Freddy wouldn’t meet her eyes, and she tried to keep herself calm, understanding. There was probably some totally reasonable explanation for it, it wasn’t-

She’d see him in the morning. She’d wanted to ask if she could stay the night, but… Oh well. That was a big step, she guessed. And they’d already done their share of ‘big steps’ that night.

Mia kneeled, looking for her jeans, then tried to stand, coming to a split-second spur-of-the-moment decision.

She didn’t quite get there, the sharp corner of the bedside table knocking her in the head.

“Oh!”

Fred had turned around startlingly quickly, almost before she finished her surprised exclamation-thankfully it didn’t seem to have broken her control and messed up something else-and she was, guiltily, relieved to see worry for her in his eyes. “No, it’s fine, it’s just a bump,” she said hurriedly, swallowing and trying not to think about the way his eyes raked over her body.

“Are you sure?” He reached for her, touching a delicate finger to the side of her head, so carefully, then soothing a hand over her hair. She raised her own hand, to curl her fingers through his. She loved the solid weight they had, like an anchor, and the warmth. He stilled, and she didn’t want to look at him again.

“Y-yes,” she said belatedly. “It’s nothing.” It was now or never. “Can-Do you mind if I-tonight, if I stay here? I understand if-”

His face lit up, and she broke off, smiling a big relieved smile back. Mia thought about asking for a t-shirt or something to use as pajamas, then decided it wasn’t worth the bother-and he seemed to like the way she looked, which made her feel warm and pretty. Instead she pulled up the blanket that had fallen down off the bed, pretending to ignore the feeling of his eyes on her, then crawled back onto the bed. They’d just muddle something up with the covers.

It was slightly awkward, getting a sheet and then a blanket over the two of them while they were both in the bed, and she started laughing at the attempts. After a second Freddy joined in, and then she couldn’t stop until she was gasping for breath and clutching her stomach, giddy with sheer happiness. It wasn’t perfect, but it was absolutely everything she’d ever wanted.

He pulled her into his arms as the two of them lay down, surrounding her with his easy, effortless strength-almost always completely reined in, around her, but still there, natural to him. The feel of his bare skin against her back was-new, but good. It would have been distracting if she hadn’t been so tired-

Mia clasped one of Freddy’s hands in her own.

She fell asleep just after he did, listening to and feeling his breath, slow and steady.