When you're in a zombie/monster apocalypse, a lot of things are life or death. Being able to feed yourself, knowing how to get (zombie free!) shelter and knowing how to fight are the main three, with extra emphasis on the last one. Knowing how to fight, how to REALLY fight, is arguably the most important thing you need to survive in this new world, and you never truly forget how to fight.
Doesn't mean you shouldn't practice, if you don't have anything that needs fighting, though.
Me and June circle around each other, our eyes cut and flickering back and forth as we try to anticipate the other. We're dressed so clothes getting in the way won't be an issue, leggings and sports bra for June and a tank top and athletic shorts for me. We've cleared the couch away from the living room, clearing a space for our match.
Wretch sitings outside of the colony have been increasing lately, even though they tend not to get super close due to Quint's amazing high frequency speakers that blast an ear piercing noise that only wretches can hear. Not even dogs are bothered by it. But, if they did somehow want to get in, they'd wreak absolute havoc the way people are packaged like sardines in here. So, we always have to be on our toes, and keep our fighting muscles stretched.
I take the initiative to finally stop the circling, focusing on my breathing before I lunge at June. I go low, trying to knock her off her feet with a knee tackle, but she just barely dodges it, moving quickly to the side and twisting, straddling my back and using her hands to use my forwards momentum against me. I fall on my hands and knees. I reach back behind my back with my cosmic arm to grab June off, which you really shouldn't do in regular wrestling since they can just grab your arm and finish the match, but the added strength of the cosmic arm and quickness of the maneuver catch June off guard, sending her tumbling to the floor on her back. I pounce, straddling her hips as I try to get her arms to end the match. She, instead, hugs me close to her chest, which confuses me, until she grabs my shirt and tucks her legs under mine, launching me off of her and onto my back.
I laugh, the wind kicked out of me for a moment. June gets up, not wasting a moment as she straddles me, grinning smugly as she clasps her hands over mine. She's breathing heavily, her hair mussed up and sweat beading down the side of her forehead. I tell myself the butterflies in my stomach are just from the adrenaline of fighting. June's about to open her mouth to celebrate, and I choose that exact moment to bring my arms as close to me as I can and use all my core strength to roll, putting me on top of her now. She growls, my hands still in her grasp, as she drops on hand to twist her way around my body, twisting my arm behind my back and using her her knee to push my butt with enough momentum to knock me chest first into the floor.
She laughs triumphantly, twisting my arm further as I try to struggle against her. Her voice is low and ragged as she leans down, her pelvis fitting tight against against the back of my own to keep me pinned in place.
"You surrender, Sullivan?" She breathes, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
I growl, but the more I struggle to get my arm out of her grasp, the more I realize that I don't want to. She's completely in control. She decides when or if I'll get up, and I'm completely helpless. My stomach twists in the most strange way, a deep burning feeling in my gut as my brow furrows. My breathing gets the slightest bit faster as June leans over me with a confused expression.
"Jack, you done?" She asks, still not letting me up.
I nod, not trusting myself to speak yet. June lets go of my arm, but as she leans back to ask me what's wrong, her pelvis pushes mine against the floor as she leans back, and before I can warn her, a whimper escapes my mouth.
I'm immediately mortified, slapping a hand over my mouth as my cheeks burn. My gut coils with burning warmth, my head fuzzy with pleasure. What is wrong with me?? I usually never get this worked up over a simple sparring match with June. And usually, I'm also not this turned on by embarrassing myself. When I do something embarrassing in bed, June just brushes it off while I try not to cringe. Here, it feels…different.
June is frozen, and the suspense makes the sensation greater. My face is a deep red, and I swallow audibly as I wait for June's response. She finally moves, and she runs her fingers through my hair gently. My breathing gets even faster, knowing she not only heard me, but wants to take it further.
"Jack," She purrs, and my heart stops. "Are you turned on right now?"
I nod slowly, and I can practically hear the smile in her voice as she takes my chin in her fingers and guides my face to meet hers halfway, peeking over my shoulder slightly. Her face is flushed from fighting and flirting, and there's something about the look in her eyes that makes that warmth in my stomach twirl. It's sharp, almost predatory.
"Do you…you want me to take control this time?" She bites her lip, tilting my head a little more upwards as my jaw drops. We take turns for who's on top sometimes, but the thought of her taking control right now makes me leak onto the floor. I nod enthusiastically, swallowing audibly.
She lets go of my face, pinning it back on the floor by the back of my hair. She does it gently enough that I can turn my head but forceful enough that it sends a shock of arousal through me.
She holds me firmly by my hair, and I'm both regretting and feeling lucky that I forgot to tie it back today. "Words, mi amor." She commands in that honey sweet voice, rolling her R and it nearly kills me on impact. She knows how Spanish words make me melt, how she knows all the right things to do and say to make me hers.
I moan like I've been punched in the stomach, trying to draw enough air into my lungs to speak. "Yeah, please, yes." I gasp out, all the blood in my body making a beeline to my face and my dick.
Then, she does something that blows my mind. She pulls my hair. Not hard, just firm as her fingers tangle in my sweaty hair. I yelp, my hips jerking forwards on the floor, making me bite my lip to keep myself quiet. June chuckles behind me, leaning down to kiss my neck.
"You like that, baby?" She asks, wrapping her fingers around the strands so tight that she's basically at the root.
I moan again, my hand muffling my noises. "Yeah, just hurry up and turn me around-"
She sucks a bruise into my neck, growling playfully. "You're in no position to make demands, Sullivan," she purrs, taking my arm away from my mouth, pinning it behind my back again. It wretches a yelp from me, and I somehow tilt my hips up just slightly to ease the friction.
June takes the opportunity to reach below me, letting go of my hair and cupping the bulge in my pants with her free hand. I whimper, trying to grind into her hand, but she keeps her touch criminally light, making me squirm under her.
"You want something?" She teases, her breath ghosting hot on the inside of my ear. "Good boys ask nicely."
And, oh if that doesn't melt my guts into a puddle on the floor. I really didn't think it was possible for my face to flush any harder until now, but I'm proved wrong as warmth seeps out of my cheeks.
"I-" I stutter, my breath catching as I groan. "Please, please turn me around, baby?" I pant, tilting my hips back further. I don't even care what I sound like right now, I just need her hands on me as soon as possible.
June giggles softly, kissing my cheek gently as she lets my hand go. She gets up on her knees, moving up a bit so I can roll over. She grabs my shoulder roughly, flipping me over like I weigh nothing. I gasp, my hands immediately going to June's waist. She looks like an angel above me, her hair messy and falling around her face as she straddles me again. We both groan at the contact, my hips already starting to buck upwards.
June grins at my enthusiasm, biting her lip in triumph. "You're very excited, aren't you?" She chuckles, starting to roll her own hips against mine. "Didn't think you'd be into wrestling."
My mouth moves without my consent, and I'm blabbering without even listening to what's pouring out of my mouth. "I-it wasn't the wrestling. I mean, it was, k-kinda. It was mostly just…you on top ahhh-of me." I swallow, "You controlling me." I whine as June stills on a down grind, driving me insane as she holds my hips down without even realizing it. "I like it when you're…in control." I finish, shaking from the stillness.
June leans down, a sexy smile lazily spread across her face as she looks down at me. "Really?" She drawls, raising an eyebrow as she eyes my chest. "In that case, you want to take off your shirt for me?" She asks, just barely peeking her fingertips up under the edge of my tank top.
The speed at which I tear my shirt off shocks even myself, throwing it off with a ripping sound that was probably most definitely caused by my cosmic hand. I ignore it, watching June rub her hands up and down my sweaty chest. It's not a lot to look at, but I've been working out a little more, and I think she can tell.
She arches her back, punching a groan from me as she cheekily leans forward. "Besame, carino." And I immediately lean up to fulfill her request. Our tongues slide against each other's, her hands tangling in my hair again as she supports my head. The simple show of strength makes my stomach molten with desire.
I moan as she grinds down on me, making me dizzy with desire and pleasure. She moves down to my neck, sucking and biting my collarbone, and she brings her hand to tickle my scaly skin, right below my jaw and it drives me WILD. That skin is so sensitive all the time, and she knows it's a hot zone from the time she accidentally brushed that spot while I was kissing me and I embarrassed myself by moaning so loud and high it make her jump. Ever since, she's used it to torture me.
"June, please, please can I take off your pants, please?" My thighs are shaking, my chest heaving against hers as swallow so hard it makes a clicking noise.
June nods feverishly, sitting up on her knees to help me in wiggling her tight leggings off her sweaty body. It's like trying to take off a swimsuit. She shimmies out of them impatiently, and I throw them behind me.
Her freckled thighs pool around my waist where she's straddling me, the dark patch of hair between her legs nestled on my lower stomach. I run my hands up and down her creamy thighs, feeling the softness and muscle underneath. I'm so far gone beneath her, it takes every ounce of effort I have to not just drop my head and beg her to do whatever she wants to me.
I'm so hard I could cut glass, leaking through my shorts as I watch June smile and grind on me.
"You like that, baby?" June whispers, her hair falling away from her ponytail. I moan, nodding. A little bit of my brain comes back online as I remember June probably wants some pleasure too. My hand drifts from her thigh to touch between her legs, but she grabs my hand roughly, prompting me to look up at her confusedly.
"I didn't ask you to touch there, did I?" She growls, and it sends a shiver through me. I shake my head, swallowing hard. June takes my other hand in hers, and she pins my hands to the ground.
The noise that comes out of my mouth is incredibly embarrassing, a sort of keening whimper that makes me jerk my hips up.
"I know you want to make me feel good, sweet boy, but let me take over this time, Jack." She pants, staring into my eyes with a fire that chips away any resistance I might have had. I can't take this anymore.
"June, I want that, can you touch me, pleaseee-" I beg, overwhelmed tears gathering in the corners of my eyes.
June shushes me, letting go of my hands for a moment to wipe the tears away. I desperately kiss her hand, moaning softly at the sensation. "Take off your pants for me, good boy, mi amor."
My shorts come off at lightning speed, my hands rushing to pull the waistband down and off my body. It's a little difficult, considering how hard I am, but I manage. Once the shorts come off, June eyes my dick hungrily, that infuriatingly arousing smirk on her face.
She doesn't even prepare herself, not wasting a moment as she positions herself above me, sinking down in one slow, fluid motion. We both groan like we've been punched in the stomach, her abs crunching downwards as she bends over me. I swallow hard, hoping drool isn't leaking down my face. June is panting hard, watching my eyes blow out with pleasure, I'm sure.
She gets her bearings quickly, lifting up her body and slowly coming back down with a self-satisfied smile. The noises that come out of my mouth are incomprehensible as I helplessly cling onto her legs. Her own thighs are shaking from the effort, and it makes me feel a little better about my own performance.
"Ughhh, June-" I whine, watching her go a little faster as she licks her teeth. I have no idea why that's so hot, but it is.
"Yeah?" June huffs, putting a hand on my chest to balance herself.
I moan, breathing heavily at the view in front of me. Her skin is glowing with sweat, her hair messy and falling around her face. The only thing she's wearing is her sports bra, which for some reason, we didn't think to take off. I try my hardest not to scratch her legs with my cosmic arm (or otherwise), but I'm pretty sure I'm leaving behind marks.
"I…I love you." I blurt out, my face flushing even more than it is already.
June giggles, smiling back at me. "I love you too, Jack." Her smile fades as it makes space for the intense, devoted look she gives me, her eyebrows creasing upwards in a look of pure love.
"J-jack, come up here." She asks, not demanding but not begging, either, and even if I had the strength to ignore her, I wouldn't. I sit up, hugging June tight to my body as our position changes. She keeps moving up and down, but now, I'm putting more work into the up-thrusts, hitting that spot inside June that melts her spine into a puddle of pleasure.
We're both yelping breathily, June taking my face in her hands as I try to hide my face in her shoulder.
"Jack," She moans, kissing me as my arms drift from her hips to her waist, "Mi alma, mi todo, fuego mío," My hips piston out of control at those words, my cosmic arm throbbing as she rides me, "D-don't look away." Her hands drift up to my hair, tugging it to hold it in place, and it sends a hot shock through me, "Want to see you."
I gasp, feeling the hair on every part of my body raise as I feel myself get right on the edge. I'm so close, I just need a little more and-
"You can let go, mi vida." June whispers, and the tone of pure understanding, pure love sets me off.
My cosmic arm ripples as I come, bursting the scales upwards from where they had been laying dormant on my skin. It probably grows about twice it's size in a split-second, but I'm too far gone by then to notice. All I can remember is having enough brainpower to put my hand below the cosmic one on June's back, trying to protect her as I lose control. She's screaming "Yes, yes, YES!!" As my hips piston upwards, as out of control as everything else right now.
June clings onto me as we both come, crying out and growling and yelping and panting. Lights explode behind my eyes as they drift upwards, June's ankles pressing hard onto my back where her legs are wrapped around my waist, my hair in her fist and the feeling of her tugging it sending me to new heights.
It feels like hours before I finally come down, breathing heavily as my cosmic arm deflates its scales back into their original places. I swallow hard, my heart pounding as my eye returns back to its somewhat normal state. June blinks hard as she comes back, her gaze love-drunk and happy. My face is probably worse, but I couldn't give a wretches ass right now.
I suddenly feel a warm trickle fall down June's back, wetting my hand. I freeze, my eyes wide. "Are you okay?" I ask, looking at my hand to see if it's blood and-
Oh. It's blood, but it looks like it's mine. My hand has some scratches on it from where the cosmic hand sprung out, but it seemed to have caught the worst of it. It's not even that bad.
June still frowns, though, looking at the scratch marks with a frown. "You okay?" She asks, breathing heavily.
I nod, waving it off.
She relaxes as she laughs softly, kissing me with delicate, after-sex kisses that soothe my soul and warm my heart. Then, with a teasing grin, she says, "So…you like getting pinned down, huh?"
I groan, my face burning. "Shut up," I laugh, trying to push her away.
She bites her lip, shaking her head. "Mmm…I don't think you want me to."
I sigh, hugging her close to me. "Whatever." I admit, and June beams with a victorious smile.
And then, she adds, "Should I add "hair pulling" to your list of kinks, or is the submissive thing enough?"
And at that, I don't answer.