Too far?- R-17
POV- Nathan Cross
The door now shut, and the darkness engulfing us, I can't help but wonder why in the 9 circles of hell, would she agree. 'Doesn't she have a thing for Peter? Or she's trying to use me to make him jealous, which is hilarious because I'm not entirely sure he has recognised she is a woman yet.' Feeling her soft touch on my bicep I look into her brown eyes, warm and clear, and I wrap my hand around her waist, my fingers trailing along her spine, appreciated if the increased arm and chest rubbing told me anything, my other at her hip pulling her in sharply, causing her to squeak. Eyes gazing at her lips I lean in, but as she closes her eyes, tilting her head up to me I whisper softly in her ear, "This isn't going to make him notice you dumbass." The grin, so wide on my face it hurt a little as I looked at her flustered expression.
Slapping my shoulder she hisses back at me, "I've got no idea what you're implying Nathan, now shut up." Now I could have gone about this in many ways, but apparently, my hypothesis was right regarding alcohol. By consciously slowing down my regeneration, I was able to feel the effects, something I was becoming more aware of as I ran my hand down her cheek and held her chin up to face me, before leaning down and capturing her lips in mine. There was nothing sweet about the kiss, it being nothing more than a passionate beginning. Lifting her up by the waist and placing her on the washing machine as I pressed my body against hers.
With a gentle probe of my tongue against her delicious lips, her lips parted, allowing me entry into her mouth as our tongues clashed for dominance, her stubborn pride somehow making the kiss more enjoyable. Sliding one hand from her hips to her thigh, I feel her moan into my mouth, her hands in my hair, pulling me into her as tightly as she can. Separating our faces briefly, I move my focus from her lips to her jaw, just below the ear, working my way down her neck in a mix of licking, sucking and biting, being incredibly careful not to break the skin. "Ah, Oh fuck! Don't you dare stop Nate." While unnecessary, the ego boost was more than welcome. 'I can almost guarantee everyone can hear her from outside. Oh well, not my problem.' Her legs now wrapped around my hips I lift her from the washing machine, my hands squeezing and mashing her ass as I press her back against the wall, our faces, chests and hips grinding against each other, drawing a response from my pheromones, which aren't as active an ability as I'd thought. A light amount of lust rubbed from my skin into hers, my saliva having a similar, if not more potent effect on MJ. "Nate, please don't stop. Keep playing with my ass. Right there!" The sudden sound of the timer going off seemed to wake MJ out of her stupor, but a shade of crimson colours her face as she's reminded other people are just outside the doors and can hear her. Luckily for me, this only turns her on more, finally pushing her over the edge as she trembles in my arms, and a delicious smell manifests in my enhanced senses.
*Knock Knock*
An embarrassed voice comes from the other side of the door, probably from one of the band kids that had taken over as timekeeper after the theatre kid lost track of his drinks, "Umm, hey guys the buzzer went off, so the next pair will be coming in." Smacking MJ's ass one more time I lower her feet to the ground as she attempts to neaten her appearance, failing miserably, with her hair all over the place, fresh hickeys on her neck and bruised, puffy lips, there was no way someone couldn't tell what went on in there. 'Even if they hadn't heard it.'
POV- Peter Parker
Okay, what the hell is going on in there? They both dislike one another, which according to May's drama shows makes for excellent romance, but they've never been alone until now. Their argument last week showing why. But the sounds coming from there seemed a little more... aggressive than a simple make-out session, and based on the looks of those around me, they are equally confused, with some of them red-faced in embarrassment. Though some of them have a look in their eye, eagerness. The majority of them wanting to feel the same way MJ does right now, imagining themselves in her place. 'Just what is he doing in there?' I knew Nate had dated before, having been handsome and tall, he had little issue getting a date with a girl, even before he went and got the extra piercing and the tattoo after his parent's death, earning himself the 'bad boy,' vibe. May and I tried to tease him for it to lighten the mood, but he pulled it off, and after this, I don't think there'd be many girls that would turn him down if he asked. Ignoring that MJ might have said yes simply because of Nate's looks, why did he agree? Does he secretly like her? No, he even told me that he became a flesh-eating ghoul, I think he'd have told me about having a crush. I'm so confused, but as the time counts down and the anxious teenagers wait for their new hero and MJ to return, I grab another round of drinks for Ned, Liz and me.
'Wow. Just Wow. I don't think I could have ever imagined MJ looking that disgruntled but I'm not sure if that's because she did it, or because they were interrupted. He looks just the same as usual, but I guess with his healing, any swollen lips would have healed instantly.'
POV- Ned Leeds
While I am now a man, having experienced the gentle but tender touch of a woman, the man that exited the cupboard with a dishevelled MJ was the epitome of a bad boy, with long, thick hair, piercings, tattoos across his chest and upper arms, and with the smooth moves that turned the upright MJ into a woman, screaming his name loud enough that we could hear it. "Is this the power of a god?"
POV- Nathan Cross
Exiting with MJ and returning to my spot in the circle, I can see that most are looking at me with either a curiosity or a lust so strong I double-check my pheromones aren't leaking again. Watching a flushed MJ get interrogated by some of the girls was funny enough as the game continued, cycling through for another 10 minutes before a 'named' character is called. "Liz, it's you and....Nate." Looking between Liz and Peter, I shake my head, refusing the round, causing a completely new pair to be picked. Reading the gratitude in Pete's face I smile back, 'There's no way in hell I would purposefully steal his girl, and MJ doesn't count because he doesn't have a thing for her yet. Also, yuck.' Watching Betty get paired with a girl from the theatre group wasn't too surprising, most media and theatre kids seem to be a little fruity. Pulling a shot roulette wheel out of the cupboard, I keep everyone going, everyone, now a little buzzed, talking to each other regardless of the clique.
"Alcohol, the great equaliser," I mutter. As I get up to use the bathroom, I'm pushed inside and the door is slammed shut. "What the hell do you think you're doing MJ?" I ask, hoping to calm her before I have to embarrass her.
"I'm going to kiss you again, duh." Leaning forward and grabbing my shoulders.
Holding her hands still, I gently take them off me, my voice soft as I tell her, "Michelle, I don't want to go any further than we did, considering we are both drunk and besides, right now I kind of have to pee," a small smile on my face as she blushes and turns, but doesn't leave. "Whether you leave or not, I'm going to take a leak," unzipping my jeans and removing his member from the uncomfortable jeans that have been constricting my meat throughout the entire party, I relieve myself, using my peripherals to look at MJ stare. 'Something went wrong, and she's acting really strange.' "Right, what do you actually want from me, because I'm not particularly interested in you? Not to mention, you have a crush on Peter." Stopping her attempt to kiss me again, she looks up at me, "I don't like you either Nate, and yes, Peter is amazing, he's focused on Liz right now. And what I want from you is another orgasm, while I can still blame my decisions on the drinks." With such a logical and well-reasoned argument, I shrugged off my concern, washing my hands as I considered it. 'As long as I don't use the pheromones again, she shouldn't become addicted, and she can go back to ignoring me tomorrow.' Finished with my mental reflections, I pull her by the wrist, guiding her up to my bedroom, which should provide more privacy than a cupboard, without taking up the toilet room either, which 80-something kids will need as they continue to drink. 'Honestly, I'm just surprised at how well-controlled they're being, nothing broken and the music isn't unbearably loud either. Looking at the snogging couple leaning against my locked door, I tap them on the shoulder, "If you don't mind, I'd like to use my room. So do you mind moving?" Taking MJ into my room, littered with books across almost every wall, looking more like a library than a teenage boy's bedroom, I lock the door, sending a text to Pete that I'd be in my room for a bit. "So, I take it you don't want sex, but everything else goes right?" Seeing her relief that I was okay with her stipulation, she nods, taking off her hideous green military jacket, revealing the tight long-sleeve top I'd been running my hands over before.
"You're fine with that?" Her shock at my easy acceptance was clear as day.
"Hmm? Oh yeah, of course, I'm not going to force you into anything, I'm not a monster." Tilting my head a little I have to stifle a laugh, 'Well okay, I AM a monster, but I'm not going to force myself on a girl, well anyone really. Sliding my hands under the hem of her shirt and pulling it up and off I can definitely see the reason why the actress was popular. I've never been super concerned about breast size, after all, medium is premium, big is beautiful and flat is justice, or whatever those otakus in my previous life said. Using my biomass to keep my body temperature warm, preventing cold hands, I grab her cheeks and pull her into another heated kiss, neither of us concerned about being rejected, our tongue battle resumed, with a very quick surrender from MJ, as I explore her mouth, running over her teeth and gums with my tongue, mapping her insides. Her hands, previously pulling at my hair, now fumbling to remove my shirt, groaning as she has to pause in kissing temporarily to get it over my head. My alabaster skin, flawless as my delicate frame is revealed to her eyes, my tribal-designed tattoo beginning near my hip and working its way up one side of my ribs, up my chest and around my shoulder, finishing where a t-shirt sleeve would as it covers my entire shoulder and upper arm in it's flowing dark design. 'Even my old scars healed after I got my powers, but I'm glad the tattoo stayed.'
"I didn't know it was that big," she exclaimed drawing a smirk from me.
Taking a pause between breaths, I mutter "Phrasing," before returning to her sweet lips. Again moving from their passionate hold as I work my lips down the other side of her neck, giving her another series of hickeys. 'Perfectly balanced, as all things should be.' Unhooking her bra with a casual swipe and pull, I work my way down to her collarbone, my hands sliding out of her hair and down to her ass, mauling at it as I move lower down her body. While definitely not the biggest chest in our year level, honestly I think Ned might have that title, her sensitivity was by no means low, gasping as I traced my way down from her collarbone to her left areola, a soft brown almost as charming as her eyes. Sliding the other hand up to play with her right nipple, my tongue moves in swirls, circling her left, as I slowly increase the suction.
"Ahh, Ahh, Nate just like that." Her words unnecessary, as not only can I smell her fresh juices but if her hands were pulling me any tighter to her chest I'd be fused to her. Her back arched, giving me easy access to her perky breasts, and feeling her hips grinding against me I can feel her on the edge. With a soft smirk, hard to do when you have a nipple in your mouth, I bite down on it, just enough to cause a bit of pain, without tearing the skin. 'Honestly, this is the best training for control I've done, because one slip and this goes from sexy to me eating a desperate girl. Her body stiffens momentarily before her hips start grinding like a maniac, and her moans turned into happy screams, leaving no doubt what was happening in here. My hands unbutton her high-waisted jeans, pulling down with one hand as I push her onto my bed, her jeans now thrown behind me on the floor. Looking down at her underwear I wondered if they were even comfortable anymore, being that wet, but no matter, they won't be on for much longer. Sliding my thumbs under the sides and lifting her hips temporarily, 'Super strength is surprisingly helpful in the bedroom,' I think, placing her wet underwear on the dresser so they can be found later. "Wait, Nate." Looking up at her worried face I realise she'd misunderstood, assuming I'd forgotten about her stipulation regarding her first time.
"Don't worry MJ, my pants are staying on, but after all that kissing I wanted something to eat." Confusion replaced by recognition she smiles vibrantly.
"Well get to it then, I want to cum again. To feel that again." Her hands again grasp my hair, pushing down on my head, loving the experience of being in control of me. So much so that I can't help but tease.
"So this is what you think about every time we argue or just every time I win the arguments? Pushing me down between your legs, my tongue buried inside you?" I can almost feel her lust, the image now seared into her brain as I plant kisses along her long, smooth thighs, my hands holding her legs open, spread eagle against the bed, as I lick and suck up her creamy inner thigh toward her pussy. Kissing around but never meeting with her lower lips I can hear and feel the frustration as she tries to pull my face into her. Releasing my hands from her legs, she wraps the slender long limbs around my head, holding me tight to her as she bucks her hips. Allowing her to win this time I start low, licking along the lips and sucking out the juices flowing from them, moving up the labia to her swollen clit. My tongue swirls around it, flicking it with short strokes as I create a vacuum in my mouth, her hips are frantic, and all I can hear is her gasps and moans coming from above me. Deciding my hands could be doing something better I use my palm to rub the outside of her lips, slowly inserting one finger, then two, never ceasing with my mouth.
While tempting to use my pheromones, I understand that for a virgin it might be overstimulating, and as fun as this is, I don't want her obsessed over me. Instead exploring her walls until I find a spot that jolts her like a spark of electricity had run through her, I curl my fingers into it, targeting it, rubbing it, poking it, and her legs pull me tighter as her walls close in, squeezing my fingers as she shakes beneath me. Looking up at her glazed eyes and still facial expressions I remove myself from the entanglement of limbs, cover her with my doona, and get dressed again, locking the door on the way out. 'Better to be safe than sorry.'
Walking past the smirking couples who looked at me awestruck, I look down the stairs to see Ned necking on with the same girl as before, no cupboard required. Peter, as the responsible kid he was, was talking with Liz in the kitchen, standing closer than I figured he would be capable without turning into a stuttering mess. Liz saw me and her face flushed, causing Peter to turn and do the same. Walking towards them I joke, "I guess we need to do some soundproofing?"
Liz's now crimson cheeks said it all but she still managed to whimper out a, "Yeah probably a good idea." Mingling with different people from various groups for the rest of the night I can certainly say that I accomplished Nat's expectations of me, having thrown a kickass party with no issues had. Deciding that heroing while reeking of the several liters of booze I'd drunk tonight wasn't a great idea, I go back up to my room and climb into bed, ignoring the still-sleeping MJ who clung to my back.