Can’t Get Enough

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Wayne let out soft sobs as Sheldon finally touched him and it was gentle stroking of his hair making him slide his own hands out of it and cup his lover’s hands in his own, against his hair and then down against his face, burying it into those smooth, blue palms and whining.

“Y-yes… Please, make sure she’s alright, please…” Wayne whispers brokenly, unable to believe Sheldon saying that he was making it out to be worse than it was.

It was already the worst!

Asking him not to do anything stupid? Fuck, what else could he do but sit here and panic?
“I hate myself, I hate myself so fucking much…” He whimpers while letting Sheldon go to let him check on Bluebell, curling up on himself again and crying quietly.

Chewing on his lower lip, Sheldon decided to reserve judgment on whether or not that level of hate was warranted until after he spoke with the girl. Letting his hand trail over Wayne’s shoulder as he left, Sheldon made his way over to the bathroom. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he wrapped lightly on the door, one arm hugging himself.

“Do… you need help” he called softly, chewing on his lower lip as he shifted from one foot to the other, “Is it okay if I come in?”

—

Bell tightened her grip on her knees, glaring at the shower floor, “s’fine,” she grumbled with a shrug even if he couldn’t see. Her accent slipped back to street slang, “Yer house.”

—

Another deep breath and Sheldon opened the door. Her scent hit him hard, the heat of the shower only made it worse. Oh breathing didn’t help at all, but he closed the door behind himself and made his way over to the edge of the shower. He’d been winding down for the evening, in a silk robe, a tank top, and yoga pants. Taking the robe off, he hung it on a hook and sat down on the lip of the tub.

She looked miserable. Bruises and a bite mark standing out starkly on her skin. Stomach in knots, Sheldon reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing lightly, “It’s going to be okay,” god, she looked just like how he’d felt that night. He’d cried in the shower too, “You’re not alone…”

—

Bell jerked at the touch, watering green eyes flashing up to meet eyes so much like hers. Chest heaving, she couldn’t hold back her sobs as she saw blue skin against hers. That comforting scent. Memories of childhood and those words… all she wanted was to be held.

—

Her small plaintive movements toward him had Sheldon reaching out towards her, drawing her into an embrace, foreheads pressed together. It was like reaching into the past; as if he could give his younger self exactly what he’d needed back then.

“Shhh, shhhh,” he murmured, rubbing circles on her back as she cried, “I’ve got you. It’s okay.”

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Bell looked briefly between the two men before nodding and shuffling inside the bathroom. She was the unwanted thing here, didn’t belong. Never belonged. It was stupid that Wayne even brought her here, to his beautiful house. To keep her quiet? Ha! Too late, his lover already knows now.

It just didn’t make any sense. Nothing did. The more her pleasure high wore off the more disgusting she felt, made worse by feeling her limp tentalce rub along her inner thighs.

“Yeah… I’ll just… disappear…” god if only she could.

—

Sheldon watched the blue woman sulk away into the bathroom, misery pouring off of her, “What? What do you mean wait?”

Following Wayne into the kitchen he continued, “What in the world happened…” the sight of his mate draining the bottle had him trailing off. Oh this was bad. Becoming the larger man’s shadow, Sheldon’s hand covered his mouth at Wayne’s declaration, green eyes wide as they flitted back to the bathroom, “What?! Wait, wait, wait, start again and tell me from the start.”

He wanted to say there was no way at all… but he remembered all to well their first time. How aggressive his mate had been. How broken and alone he’d felt after Wayne left him in the hotel room with a tattered suit and ruined ass. The look on Wayne face after… they’d not talked about it after they’d properly hooked up, not really. Only mentioned a few times before they put it behind them… but if Wayne had done to her what he’d done the Sheldon… the blue man’s face paled slightly. The muscles in his jaw stubbly tighter. He’d always wanted a more open relationship, potentials for three-ways… but this felt so much like cheating and it hurt. At least Wayne wasn’t trying to hide it.

Wayne felt like he was going to hyperventilate, whimpering and trying to control his breathing as he began from the start. He left nothing out as he told Sheldon about her harassment, his control snapping and then the entire incident as it unfolded.

He had to pause a few times to breathe, tears spilling from his eyes and he clutched hard enough at his hair that some strands actually came free, the man still hunched right over.

“A-and then w… I brought her here because I… Fuck, i’m a monster. Oh god… I’m so sorry to the both of you…” Wayne sobs softly.

Brows furrowed as he listened, Sheldon wrapped his arms around himself, guts twisting in knots. He tried to war against the thought that he wasn’t as special to his man as he’d thought, for someone else to effect Wayne that way… but it was another version of himself… so… ugh! Rubbing his temples, Sheldon couldn’t hold onto his frustration, not his how horrible Wayne felt about it.

It had been that guilt that had drove Wayne to leave him in the hotel room that night and being alone had made everything worse. After rough sex, all Sheldon wanted was to be held…

His eyes slid to the bathroom with a frown before refocusing on his mate. Running his finger’s through Wayne’s hair, Sheldon did his best to try and sooth his distraught mate, “I’m not happy, but I don’t hate you either. I don’t think it’s as bad as your making it out to be, honey. Our first time had been rough too, baby. But I should… I should check on her. Just, god babe,” he leaned down and kissed Wayne, “Don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

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Bluebell had managed to strip out of her cum stained clothing, sinking down in the tub under the spray of water. Arms wrapped around her knees she watched the trail of cum that had leaked out of her ass get washed away down the drain. Numb as she tried not to cry, tried not to think. She should have gone home.

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“Yeah its” He trailed off as he pulled his pants up and did them up, looking her over before untying the arms of his coat from around his neck and fitting it over her. He was glad he had this, and that she was so small. It would hide her pretty much until they got there and Wayne wasn’t planning on letting her walk, either.

Helping to get her pants up at least most of the way, Wayne then scoops her up into his arms and takes a deep, steadying breath.

“Okay we’re off. Just relax.”

It felt like an extremely long walk back to the penthouse even though it wasn’t and Wayne made it as quick a trip as possible once they got inside the building. It was without incident and he was grateful and eventually they were walking in through the foyer.

Wayne slowly let Bluebell down onto the floor and gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze, feeling himself tremble in uncertainty and fear.

Fear of himself.

“Th-the bathroom is… Is just down the-” He stops talking, as Sheldon had that moment come out of his study.

Arranging the clothing to cover herself as much as possible, Bluebell still felt small and exposed in his arms. They were big strong arms, that helped as she turned and buried her face against his chest. She didn’t want people to see her like this, small and weak. How could the humans not smell what they had done? They reeked of sex.

Going into the main floor of the huge tower was the worst, the fact that it was called Megamind Inc gave her some small consolation, though their eyes seemed glued to them. Feeling their looks and judgment crawl over her skin. She didn’t want to see the looks on their faces, the disgust in their eyes for everything she was. Her armor had fallen to pieces and she just wasn’t strong enough to face them.

She didn’t relax until Wayne set her down in the penthouse. Unsteady on her feet, Bell blinked at the open, spacious decor. All polished wood and white interiors. She belonged here as much as she belonged in the Scott Manor, which was to say not at all. Her eyes followed as Wayne pointed out the bathroom just a bit further in, to her right. Thank god, the congealing mess on her thighs was far from pleasant, “m‘K”

—

Sheldon could smell them the second the penthouse door opened. Sex and his mate and something he couldn’t place but went straight to his groin like nothing ever had before. It smelled blue, it was the only way he could describe it. Swallowing thickly, he rose from his office chair and peeked out into the main room. Blinking owlishly at his mate from over his tiny reading glasses, the blue man wasn’t even sure what he was seeing.

That was clearly a blue woman. The blue woman who’d been bugging Wayne earlier that week. But… bite marks, sex smell, wrapped in Wayne’s coat… and guilt reeking off his fiancee.

“Wayne…?” Sheldon stepped out, brows furrowed in confusion as he neared. Eyes sliding between the woman and his mate, the picture his brain kept putting together seemed impossible, but damn if it wasn’t like looking into the past, “What happened?”

Wayne swallowed thickly a few times looking between Bluebell and Sheldon before gently pushing the woman’s shoulders to get her to head on off to the bathroom.

“There’s clean towels in there, take all the time you need.” He says softly before turning back to Sheldon and raising a finger to ask him to wait.

Wayne strolls his way into the kitchenette, opening the liquor cabinet and reaching in for one of Sheldon’s expensive bourbons, grabbing a glass and with hands that were shaking more and more profusely, decided on not pouring himself a glass and instead tipped the bottle to his mouth and started to scull the whole thing.

It took him less than five seconds and when he was done he banged the bottle on the counter, just short of breaking it before stumbling over to a couch and collapsing into it, hunched over with his head in his hands, shoulders trembling.

“I-i… I just…. I j-just lost control I…. I r-raped her. Oh god Sheldon I raped her w-w-what do I do? I c-can’t, I don’t- Oh god” Wayne stammers hard, hands pressed hard over his face as he tries to quell his shaking but to no avail.

He was absolutely terrified.

Bell looked briefly between the two men before nodding and shuffling inside the bathroom. She was the unwanted thing here, didn’t belong. Never belonged. It was stupid that Wayne even brought her here, to his beautiful house. To keep her quiet? Ha! Too late, his lover already knows now.

It just didn’t make any sense. Nothing did. The more her pleasure high wore off the more disgusting she felt, made worse by feeling her limp tentalce rub along her inner thighs.

“Yeah… I’ll just… disappear…” god if only she could.

—

Sheldon watched the blue woman sulk away into the bathroom, misery pouring off of her, “What? What do you mean wait?”

Following Wayne into the kitchen he continued, “What in the world happened…” the sight of his mate draining the bottle had him trailing off. Oh this was bad. Becoming the larger man’s shadow, Sheldon’s hand covered his mouth at Wayne’s declaration, green eyes wide as they flitted back to the bathroom, “What?! Wait, wait, wait, start again and tell me from the start.”

He wanted to say there was no way at all… but he remembered all to well their first time. How aggressive his mate had been. How broken and alone he’d felt after Wayne left him in the hotel room with a tattered suit and ruined ass. The look on Wayne face after… they’d not talked about it after they’d properly hooked up, not really. Only mentioned a few times before they put it behind them… but if Wayne had done to her what he’d done the Sheldon… the blue man’s face paled slightly. The muscles in his jaw stubbly tighter. He’d always wanted a more open relationship, potentials for three-ways… but this felt so much like cheating and it hurt. At least Wayne wasn’t trying to hide it.

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“Yeah its” He trailed off as he pulled his pants up and did them up, looking her over before untying the arms of his coat from around his neck and fitting it over her. He was glad he had this, and that she was so small. It would hide her pretty much until they got there and Wayne wasn’t planning on letting her walk, either.

Helping to get her pants up at least most of the way, Wayne then scoops her up into his arms and takes a deep, steadying breath.

“Okay we’re off. Just relax.”

It felt like an extremely long walk back to the penthouse even though it wasn’t and Wayne made it as quick a trip as possible once they got inside the building. It was without incident and he was grateful and eventually they were walking in through the foyer.

Wayne slowly let Bluebell down onto the floor and gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze, feeling himself tremble in uncertainty and fear.

Fear of himself.

“Th-the bathroom is… Is just down the-” He stops talking, as Sheldon had that moment come out of his study.

Arranging the clothing to cover herself as much as possible, Bluebell still felt small and exposed in his arms. They were big strong arms, that helped as she turned and buried her face against his chest. She didn’t want people to see her like this, small and weak. How could the humans not smell what they had done? They reeked of sex.

Going into the main floor of the huge tower was the worst, the fact that it was called Megamind Inc gave her some small consolation, though their eyes seemed glued to them. Feeling their looks and judgment crawl over her skin. She didn’t want to see the looks on their faces, the disgust in their eyes for everything she was. Her armor had fallen to pieces and she just wasn’t strong enough to face them.

She didn’t relax until Wayne set her down in the penthouse. Unsteady on her feet, Bell blinked at the open, spacious decor. All polished wood and white interiors. She belonged here as much as she belonged in the Scott Manor, which was to say not at all. Her eyes followed as Wayne pointed out the bathroom just a bit further in, to her right. Thank god, the congealing mess on her thighs was far from pleasant, “m‘K”

—

Sheldon could smell them the second the penthouse door opened. Sex and his mate and something he couldn’t place but went straight to his groin like nothing ever had before. It smelled blue, it was the only way he could describe it. Swallowing thickly, he rose from his office chair and peeked out into the main room. Blinking owlishly at his mate from over his tiny reading glasses, the blue man wasn’t even sure what he was seeing.

That was clearly a blue woman. The blue woman who’d been bugging Wayne earlier that week. But… bite marks, sex smell, wrapped in Wayne’s coat… and guilt reeking off his fiancee.

“Wayne…?” Sheldon stepped out, brows furrowed in confusion as he neared. Eyes sliding between the woman and his mate, the picture his brain kept putting together seemed impossible, but damn if it wasn’t like looking into the past, “What happened?”

Can’t Get Enough

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Shuddering as they both came down from their climaxes, Bluebell tried to reorientate herself, but she felt small and soft. Fucking in public was always a rush, but after hard sex like this, she just wanted to be curled up in a soft bed. The soft kisses on her aching neck were helping.

She could smell the change in his mood before he even spoke. “Don’t,” she groaned. Don’t regret me, please not that. Don’t regret that. I can’t take it. Aloud, she continued, “Fine. ‘m fine.”

Her earlier bravado had melted away as she stood there, stuffed full of his cock and leaking their combined fluids. Just a young woman, with more insecurities than sense. More brains than confidence.She had no idea what should happen next, what even could happen next.

Wayne winced as she said don’t so forcefully, nodding haltingly and rubbing at her hips gently.

At least he didn’t smell any blood. That was good, but there was still the fact that he’d done this, and he never meant to let it get this far.

Wayne sighed and rested his forehead on her shoulder.
“I have a real fucking problem.” He mutters, slowly pulling out of her with a hiss and sighing once more. He looked down to see the damage and groaned in a bit of renewed arousal as he saw copious amounts of his cum leaking from her used hole.

He felt a little of hers leaking from him, himself.

“Ngh, we’re a mess… Uhm…” he begins slowly, flushing deeply. “W-wanna come back to mine? I’ve got a good shower…” Get home first. Then freak out. Get home first. Then freak out. It was the mantra stuck in his head right now as panic threatened to overtake him.

Swaying, Bell braced her hands against the wall. Her tentacle limp between her legs and dripping cum. Her ass steadily leaking, she felt simply exhausted, “Is it close?”

Her voice was barely a whisper. More of a sigh, as she leaned her forehead on the brick. There was no way her tentacle was going into her leggings and it would take some time for it to retract back inside of her body. She DID NOT want to be in public like this. Not at all.

Biting her lip and swallowing, she nodded. His place. Yeah, sure. It had to be closer than Evil Lair. Better than trying to ride her motorcycle like this. Better than having to explain her state to Minion.

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Bell screamed out as he bit her already sore neck. Oh she was going to be covered in bruises but high off the pleasure she hardly cared. She’d wear them as proudly as she always had the ones she got from Wyn when she convinced her big sweet girl to be rough. Scrambling blindly against the wall as her feet left the ground under the force of the large man, Bell moaned as she felt her insides expand. God, she never though she could feel so full and he was still cumming.

Head rolled to the side and eyes closed the blue woman shuddered as she came again. Her tentacle writhing in his tight ass and squirting out her second load. His hammering thrusts hitting her prostate and milking her dry. She didn’t think she’d ever cum quite that hard before, especially not so close together.

Breathing hard, she really needed to come down, she wasn’t sure if her sore body could take much more pleasure as over stimulated as she was, “Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, oooh god damnit, you fucking oooh.”

“Aahhhfuck…” Wayne groaned deeply as he felt her tentacle twitching and shooting inside of him, eyes rolling back as he enjoyed the feeling of being cum into immensely.

He’d never felt it like that before and god damn he was already addicted.

Panting roughly against Bluebell’s neck, he pulls his teeth from her flesh and begins to lick and gently suck at the sore area as they come down, not moving any more and closing his eyes against the throbbing behind his eyeballs.

The adrenaline high was wearing off, the frustration and the anger he’d had bleeding away in the wake of his climax.

And oh boy did it hit him like a fucking rock.

Breath catching in his throat, Wayne froze up for a few seconds before pressing his lips softly to her neck again and swallowing thickly.
“I-… You… Are, you.. Okay?” Wayne asks in a whisper, not trusting his voice to be steady.

What in the everliving fuck had he done?!

Shuddering as they both came down from their climaxes, Bluebell tried to reorientate herself, but she felt small and soft. Fucking in public was always a rush, but after hard sex like this, she just wanted to be curled up in a soft bed. The soft kisses on her aching neck were helping.

She could smell the change in his mood before he even spoke. “Don’t,” she groaned. Don’t regret me, please not that. Don’t regret that. I can’t take it. Aloud, she continued, “Fine. ‘m fine.”

Her earlier bravado had melted away as she stood there, stuffed full of his cock and leaking their combined fluids. Just a young woman, with more insecurities than sense. More brains than confidence.She had no idea what should happen next, what even could happen next.

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Groaning, Bell sucked greedily on his fingers. The taste of herself lingered on them and only heightened her need. Finding purchase, she wiggled her tentacle deeper inside of him. So tight, just like her Wyn. From this angle she couldn’t get very deep, but it was a position she was used to, in fact, it was a favorite of hers. To fuck and be fucked at the same time. Rolling her tongue around Wayne’s fingers, her tentacle twisted inside of him.

All of these sensations at once, the tongueing of his fingers and the sucking, the tight wet heat of her ass and the feeling of her firm tentacle twisting inside of him finished him. Hard.

Wayne let out a feral growling moan as he came, biting into her neck hard, pumping himself as deep as he could into her ass and filling her to the brim, and more.

He was crowding the woman firmly up against the wall, almost suffocatingly so but in the height of his pleasure, he couldn’t care, shuddering and leaning against an arm pressed against the wall as he rode out his orgasm.

Bell screamed out as he bit her already sore neck. Oh she was going to be covered in bruises but high off the pleasure she hardly cared. She’d wear them as proudly as she always had the ones she got from Wyn when she convinced her big sweet girl to be rough. Scrambling blindly against the wall as her feet left the ground under the force of the large man, Bell moaned as she felt her insides expand. God, she never though she could feel so full and he was still cumming.

Head rolled to the side and eyes closed the blue woman shuddered as she came again. Her tentacle writhing in his tight ass and squirting out her second load. His hammering thrusts hitting her prostate and milking her dry. She didn’t think she’d ever cum quite that hard before, especially not so close together.

Breathing hard, she really needed to come down, she wasn’t sure if her sore body could take much more pleasure as over stimulated as she was, “Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, oooh god damnit, you fucking oooh.”

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Arching her back Bell crumbled under his onslaught, “Love it! Evil god, I love it!”

Gasping it was hard to think. Every time he hit her prostate it pulled a strangled gasp from her. Her body taking him so much easier now, her puckered hole stretched around this cock. Tentacle wiggling and over-sensitive, it wound under Wayne’s balls, the firm tip pressing against his tight ring of muscle. It’s slickness letting it slide against him easily.

“Love corrupting you,” she gasped, “My slut!” she challenged him.

His hips stuttered hard as he felt the firm tip of her tentacle caressing his hole and grunted, trying to keep his pace the same as before even while that slick thing tried to wriggle it’s way into his ass.

“Fuck you.” Wayne snarls, lifting a hand and forcing two fingers deep into her mouth, panting harder as his pleasure spiked intensely when Bell’s tentacle actually pressed inside of him.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck!”

Groaning, Bell sucked greedily on his fingers. The taste of herself lingered on them and only heightened her need. Finding purchase, she wiggled her tentacle deeper inside of him. So tight, just like her Wyn. From this angle she couldn’t get very deep, but it was a position she was used to, in fact, it was a favorite of hers. To fuck and be fucked at the same time. Rolling her tongue around Wayne’s fingers, her tentacle twisted inside of him.

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Bluebell thrashed under him as Wayne bit her neck and growled. Slamming her hands roughly into the wall as she bucked. His cock hitting something inside her hard that Wyn had only toyed with before, something deep enough it had been hard to reach with fingers and normal toys. Head thrown back, her tentacle twitched, tightening deep inside of her. With a last spasm, she gushed fluid, spraying the thick goopy cum out of the tip of her tentacle. It smeared around as her cock writhed in his hand, splattering both of them and the wall.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Bell groaned, body twitching around his cock, tentacle still leaking readily.

“Jesus-!” Wayne gasps as Bell comes hard around him, and splatters them both with something that he hadn’t ever felt coming from Sheldon.

And that scent! It was even stronger than his lover’s. What in the hell was she?

“I hope you don’t think we’re done here.” He growls lowly, far from done himself. Without letting her have any time to come down, he pulls out all the way and slams back in hard and deep, starting to fuck her ever more roughly.

“Like that, huh? Like that you little slut?” Wayne hisses into her ear, biting her neck again and slamming into that spot deep inside. After a moment he leans back and uses both his hands to spread her ass cheeks wide, watching himself disappear into her shapely behind over and over. Fuuuck, what a sight. It set him much closer to coming than before and now he tugged her back onto every bruising thrust.

Arching her back Bell crumbled under his onslaught, “Love it! Evil god, I love it!”

Gasping it was hard to think. Every time he hit her prostate it pulled a strangled gasp from her. Her body taking him so much easier now, her puckered hole stretched around this cock. Tentacle wiggling and over-sensitive, it wound under Wayne’s balls, the firm tip pressing against his tight ring of muscle. It’s slickness letting it slide against him easily.

“Love corrupting you,” she gasped, “My slut!” she challenged him.

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“Oh evil gods,” Bluebell moaned as his fingers pushed so easily along the base of her tentacle. Like he already knew how to touch her. Already knew where all the best spots were. It made it so easy just to give into the sensations as he pulled out and pushed back in, so quickly. Her whole being focused on that sensation. The movement inside of her, deeper than any toy Wyn had ever used on her. And god! So big!

Breathing hard she pushed back into the thrusts, getting accustomed to the rhythm, gasping, “Is-is that, aah, all you got?”

She was quivering, eyes nearly closed and mouth open. The rest of the world had slowly faded away to the slap of flesh on flesh, the pleasure arching through her body. She felt close to coming and she was already greedy for more.

Wayne groaned deeply as he fucked into Bell, panting and thrusting his fingers in and out of her slit, reveling in the slick noises he was drawing from her body and at her challenging words, growled and began to fuck her harder, faster.

He could feel the quivering of her body, the slow tensing of her muscles and increase in strength of the smell of her arousal. She was close to coming…

But he wasn’t going to stop at that.

Wayne leant in close and sunk his teeth into her neck, growling as he pumps her roughly.

Bluebell thrashed under him as Wayne bit her neck and growled. Slamming her hands roughly into the wall as she bucked. His cock hitting something inside her hard that Wyn had only toyed with before, something deep enough it had been hard to reach with fingers and normal toys. Head thrown back, her tentacle twitched, tightening deep inside of her. With a last spasm, she gushed fluid, spraying the thick goopy cum out of the tip of her tentacle. It smeared around as her cock writhed in his hand, splattering both of them and the wall.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Bell groaned, body twitching around his cock, tentacle still leaking readily.