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Chapter 36:
– Jean Grey –
Objects in Peter's bedroom drifted lazily through the air, turning and spinning like they were caught in zero gravity. Jean Grey's arms were crossed over her chest, her eyes narrowed in a look of pure annoyance, while Emma Frost—just as annoyed—stood next to her, lips pressed in a thin, elegant line. The two of them glared at Peter Parker, who looked distinctly nervous, shoulders hunched and hands fidgeting at his sides.
Ever since Blake had vanished a couple of months ago, Jean and Emma hadn't spent as much time together. Their friendship was still as unbreakable as diamond, of course. After all, they'd literally torn apart and rewoven the time stream itself just to save Blake Himejima—the man they both, in their own futures, had fallen hopelessly in love with.
Even if this version of Blake in the new timeline wouldn't remember their future together, both Jean and Emma knew they would never stop loving him. That was just the way things were.
And that's why both of them were fuming. Because Blake had apparently returned to Earth from wherever that bizarre portal had sent him months ago, right after that attack by Kokabiel.
Peter had known about it for hours. Blake had even called Peter, and yet he hadn't told them.
Emma's eyes were icy, her arms folded as she glared at Peter. "Seriously, Parker, why the hell didn't you message us sooner? We would've dropped everything—anything—to see him."
Jean felt her own irritation boiling beneath her skin. She'd been caught up in intense X-Men training sessions, trying to keep her mind off the ache of Blake's absence. Emma had been busy running Cold Steel, the Frost family empire—having already disposed of her vile father in this timeline, before he could ever sell her out to the Hellfire Club. Even so, they both would have dropped it all in an instant if they'd known Blake was back.
Peter, despite having powers now, looked like a scolded schoolkid under their dual stares. He shuffled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, "but I, uh, accidentally dropped my phone and it broke before Blake could tell me anything. I swear I didn't mean to—"
Jean didn't bother with a response. Instead, she closed her eyes and gently pressed her mind into Peter's, scanning for any memory of Blake's call. She didn't usually dig so deep—she respected privacy, even among friends—but for Blake, for the man she loved, she would break her own rules. Images and half-formed numbers floated through Peter's thoughts until Jean found it: the area code from Blake's call.
Her eyes snapped open, green irises glowing for a second. "Malibu, California," she announced crisply, voice tinged with satisfaction. "That's where Blake was when he called you..."
…
It was well past three in the morning, but neither Jean nor Emma gave a damn about the hour as they slipped out of Peter's open window. Behind them, Peter sulked, muttering curses under his breath as he began the tedious task of picking up all the books, lamps, and random junk Jean had scattered around his room with her powers.
Emma landed softly on the grass, heels barely making a sound, and shot Jean a sly grin. "We're not going to wait until tomorrow, are we?" she asked, her tone light but her eyes glinting with impatience.
Jean rolled her eyes, smirking as she crossed her arms under her chest, giving her breasts an extra lift and adding a touch of confidence to her posture. "Of course not," she replied, already focusing her power. "Now, diamond up, Frost. We're taking the expressway."
Emma nodded. In an instant, her skin, hair, and even her tailored outfit transformed into glittering, flawless diamond. In this form, Emma didn't have to breathe—her lungs were crystal, her entire body indestructible and immortal for as long as she held the form.
Jean's body erupted with a blazing red aura, crackling with raw energy. She shot into the air, her telekinesis lifting Emma with her like she weighed nothing. The world below blurred as Jean rocketed higher and higher, the city lights of New York shrinking beneath them. In a matter of seconds, they tore through the clouds, past the stratosphere, and broke into the lower edge of orbit.
Emma, her diamond form glinting with the reflection of the moon and distant stars, looked down with a rare look of awe. "I will say, darling, the view up here never gets old," she admitted psychically.
Jean smiled, though her focus was already shifting. "We'll take a vacation after we find Blake," she promised, eyes blazing as she pivoted west. With no air resistance in the void above the world, Jean poured on the speed, blazing across the continent like a comet trailing a fiery tail.
Within thirty minutes, the shimmering outline of the California coast appeared beneath them. The air grew warmer, the ocean stretching dark and endless beside the sparkling lights of Malibu.
"Well, this weather is a hell of a lot nicer than New York," Jean commented, landing lightly atop a cliffside near the beach.
"Alright, Jean, now what? Got a plan for finding one man in a city of millions?" Emma asked.
Jean's eyes glowed brighter. "Don't worry. The Phoenix loves this kind of stuff—especially sappy romance.Isn't that right?" she whispered to the cosmic force within.
"Yes~I will lend you more power, little firebird…"
She closed her eyes, letting the power pour into her senses, stretching her mind across Malibu like a net of light and fire. The Phoenix responded, boosting her awareness until every thought, every mind, every flicker of consciousness in the city sparkled for her. She brushed past strangers—tourists, surfers, sleeping families—until she found a mind that felt like home, even if it had changed a little since she last felt it.
Jean's eyes snapped open. "I found him," she said, breathless with relief and triumph.
Emma grinned, stepping out of her diamond form and smoothing her now-blonde hair. "Lead the way, Jean. Let's go see our man."
…
Jean and Emma touched down lightly outside the beachside house. The place was modern and clearly expensive, with tall glass windows and a well-lit path lined with palm trees. Whoever called this place home was obviously loaded.
Not as loaded as Emma obviously, because she was a billionaire, but they obviously had more money than Jean did.
Before either of them made a move to knock, Jean and Emma exchanged a look—one that needed no words. Jean arched an eyebrow. Emma gave the tiniest shrug. It would be a breach of privacy to snoop, but after months of searching, they needed to know exactly what they were walking into. In perfect silent tandem, both women reached out with their minds, brushing their psychic senses through the walls of the house.
Almost immediately, Jean felt her face flush hot. Emma's eyes went wide, and her cheeks turned an uncharacteristic bright pink. She nearly choked on her own breath, hands flying to her face.
"Oh my god," Emma whispered, her voice half-horrified and half-impressed. "Pepper Potts lives here?" She looked at Jean, searching for confirmation, but Jean could only nod, equally stunned.
"How? Why?" Emma stammered, voice jumping an octave as she tried to make sense of what she was sensing. She winced, then blurted out, "And—Why are they currently in the middle of having sex?!"
Jean's cheeks burned as she tried to politely pull her psychic presence away, but the images wouldn't leave her head. "Well… that's… unexpected," she managed, rubbing her forehead.
Emma huffed, folding her arms tightly across her chest and glaring at the closed front door as if it had personally insulted her. "What the hell are we supposed to do now? Just knock and say, 'Sorry to interrupt, Blake, but we traveled across the damn country to see you'? Should we just walk in and ruin the moment?" Her tone was sharp with indignation, but beneath it, Jean heard genuine confusion and a trace of jealousy.
Jean reached out, gently placing a hand on Emma's arm to calm her. "No, Em. Not now. You know what Blake is—a fallen angel. We both knew what we were getting into, loving someone like him. It's in his nature. He has to… well, you know, take care of those urges frequently. It'd be wrong to just barge in, even if we weren't expecting to find him with Pepper freaking Potts."
Seriously, wasn't she supposed to be with Tony Stark? That made Jean wonder how much she and Emma had fucked up the timeline. They had obviously knowingly changed a bunch of things, but neither of them had been expecting such big repercussions or Butterfly Effects quite so soon.
Emma's lips twisted into a pout. She looked like she desperately wanted to argue, but instead she just let out an exasperated sigh. "This is ridiculous. I don't like waiting."
Jean managed a small smile, though her own disappointment was plain in her eyes. "Come on. Let's just grab a hotel room and try again in the morning. At least then we can have a civilized conversation, and not walk in on…" She trailed off, making a vague, embarrassed gesture.
Emma grumbled under her breath, heels clicking as she followed Jean back down the path. "If I'd known we were going to end up on a stakeout, I'd have packed a bottle of wine," she muttered.
Jean laughed quietly, shaking her head. "Well, there's always tomorrow. And trust me, Emma—we'll make sure he knows exactly how much we missed him."
– Pepper –
Pepper's back arched sharply, her breath hitching in pure, raw bliss as she moaned loudly into the quiet room. Her naked, sweat-slicked body was bent over the soft mattress, every inch trembling with the force of Blake pounding deep into her from behind. Holy shit, not only was he unbelievably handsome—but he was also a total fucking stud in bed.
Her pussy clenched and shuddered wildly, struggling to stretch and wrap around his massive, thick cock as he drove into her relentlessly. Blake's hands gripped her ass hard, thumbs digging into her skin as he slammed into her with a steady, brutal rhythm that left her gasping for air.
"Don't fucking stop," Pepper begged between ragged breaths, her voice thick with desperation and need. She'd already had two mind-blowing orgasms, but it wasn't nearly enough. It had been so damn long since she'd last had sex, and now, with Blake, she realized this wasn't just sex—it was the first time in her entire life she'd ever actually had good fucking sex.
He slapped her ass hard, making her yelp and arch even further. "You're so fucking tight, Pepper. God, you feel amazing. Can you take it? You gonna cum for me again?" he taunted, hips pistoning harder, his balls slapping wetly against her swollen, sensitive clit.
"Fuck! I hope so!" she gasped.
His hands squeezed hard, thumbs digging into the soft curves, holding her steady while he pounded relentlessly into her. Each powerful thrust stretched her wider, the slick heat of their connection slick and burning.
"Fuck, Pepper," Blake growled between ragged breaths, "you're driving me crazy. You feel so tight—so fucking perfect."
Her hips jerked backwards, desperate to match his rhythm, her voice raw as she gasped, "Don't stop, Blake. Please, don't fucking stop."
He slammed harder, the sound of skin slapping filling the room as their bodies moved together. The slick wetness between her legs soaked his cock, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.
Pepper could feel his cock twitching deep in her, thick and rock-hard, stretching her out with every movement. The pressure was insane—every time he slammed in, it sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her back glistened with sweat, and she felt his hand slide up along her spine, rough palm stroking her slippery skin, fingers tracing her curves and making her shiver.
"Oh my god, Blake—fuck, right there," she moaned, her voice hoarse and needy. She tried to brace herself against the mattress, but her arms shook so hard she could barely hold her weight up. Her legs were trembling, spread wide and shaky as he rammed into her drenched pussy again and again. Every thrust made her gasp, her breath coming out ragged, tits bouncing wildly with the force of his hips crashing against her ass.
Blake's hand slid up her back, then tangled into her messy hair, tugging her head back so she could hear him growl right into her ear. "You love this, don't you? Love getting your slutty pussy wrecked?"
"Fuck, yes—please, Blake! Harder!" she begged, arching her back even more, pushing her ass up to meet him. The heat between them was overwhelming, their bodies slapping together, every inch of her slick with sweat and need.
His hips snapped forward faster, his cock pounding into her so deep she could feel him in her stomach. "I'm not stopping till you cum all over my dick, Pepper," Blake panted, smacking her ass with a loud, wet slap.
Her skin stung, but it only made her clench tighter around him.
Blake's grip on Pepper's hips tightened until she could feel the bruises forming beneath his fingertips. He fucked her even harder, his hips slamming against her ass with loud, sharp smacks that echoed off the bedroom walls. Each ruthless thrust forced her forward on the mattress, her knees digging into the sheets, her whole body shaking from the force of it.
The wet, obscene sound of her soaked pussy getting pounded filled the air, mixing with her desperate gasps and high, frantic moans. "Jesus, Blake—harder! Fuck, yes, just like that!" Pepper begged, barely able to catch her breath as he hammered into her.
Pleasure shot through her veins, electric and wild, curling hot and tight in her belly. Every inch of her skin felt hypersensitive—her nipples tingling, her back slick with sweat, her thighs trembling as she tried to hold herself up. She felt completely raw, every thrust pushing her closer to the edge.
"Oh fuck, Blake, I'm cumming—I'm cumming—" Pepper's cry was broken, almost a scream as the orgasm exploded through her. Her pussy clenched hard around his cock, milking him, spasming uncontrollably. Her vision blurred, her breath shuddered, her whole body tensed as the pleasure tore through her. Her breath came in ragged gasps, chest heaving uncontrollably as she struggled to catch air. The pleasure was so overwhelming it felt like her entire body was on fire—each pulse sending shivers from her aching cunt straight to her trembling limbs.
Blake kept pounding into her, groaning loudly, his rhythm frantic and desperate now. "God damn, Pepper—your pussy's fucking choking me," he growled, thrusting deep, making her shake with aftershocks.
"Oh, fuck—fuck, I'm cumming—" Blake groaned, hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself in her. "I'm cumming inside you, Pepper!"
She realized only then that they hadn't used any protection at all, but the thought barely crossed her mind—everything felt so damn good, she couldn't care less.
Pepper's breath caught in her throat as she suddenly felt Blake's cock swell even bigger deep inside her, stretching her walls tighter than ever before. A hot, wet rush spilled inside her pussy, warm and thick, spurting over and over with each powerful pulse of his release. Her body tensed violently, gripping the sheets beneath her so hard her knuckles turned white.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned, voice ragged and breathless, heat flooding her cheeks as the overwhelming sensation crashed over her. It was her first time ever getting creampied!
"It feels so fucking good," Pepper moaned, her voice shaky and raw with pleasure. Her arms finally gave out beneath her, and she collapsed face-first onto the hot, sweat-damp sheets. Her messy hair stuck to her flushed cheeks, her bare breasts squashed against the mattress, nipples still throbbing from all the friction.
But Blake didn't let her rest. His big hands stayed clamped tight on her hips, keeping her ass high in the air. He held her open as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm, hips jerking, his cock still pumping thick spurts of cum deep inside her twitching pussy.
"Fuck, Pepper. Take all of it. Goddamn, you're incredible," Blake groaned, grinding his hips into her, making sure every drop spilled into her.
She whimpered, caught between pleasure and overstimulation, her whole body quivering. Her pussy felt swollen and used, stretched wide from his relentless fucking and now stuffed full of his load. "Oh my god, Blake… I can feel you filling me up," she gasped, her voice muffled by the mattress.
He finally pulled his cock out of her, slow and deliberate, dragging the thick head through her still-spasming folds. She let out a sharp, helpless whine at the loss, her pussy clenching around nothing, already missing the fullness.
Instantly, she felt his cum, hot and heavy, start oozing out of her abused slit. She could feel the warmth of his thick load spilling out, hot and sticky, trickling down her slick, trembling thighs in slow, heavy drops.
Blake scooted closer across the tangled sheets. He grabbed her by the hips, making her squeal with a startled, playful yelp as he easily flipped her onto her back. Her sweaty hair splayed across the pillow, her chest heaving with every ragged breath, breasts rising and falling. She stared up at him, drinking in every detail of his handsome face—his messy hair, those piercing blue eyes, and the wicked grin tugging at his lips.
His cock, still thick and rock hard, pressed up against her bare stomach, smearing her skin with their mess. She could feel the heat and weight of it, pulsing against her, and her heart fluttered with anticipation. Blake leaned down, crushing his lips against hers, kissing her slow and deep. His tongue slid between her lips, tasting her, stealing the last of her breath.
"Ready to go crazy for me, Pepper?" he murmured, voice thick with lust as he pulled back just enough for her to catch her breath.
"Fuck yes," she breathed, wrapping her arms around his neck, grinding her hips up to meet him.
Blake grinned against her mouth, eyes dark with hunger. He slid one big hand down between them, fingers spreading her quivering thighs apart, still slick and sensitive from her last orgasm. "You're such a mess down here, Pepper," he teased, thumb dragging through the slippery mix of cum leaking from her pussy. "I fucking love it."
Pepper shivered, legs falling open wider, her body aching for more even though she was still sensitive as hell. "Just fuck me again," she gasped, desperation thick in her voice. "Don't make me wait. I'm not done cumming my brains out yet!"
Blake didn't pause any longer. He pressed the fat head of his cock against her cum-filled entrance, pushing in slow, making her feel every inch as he slid back inside her soaked, overstimulated hole. The sensation was overwhelming—her pussy stretched tight, still stuffed and dripping, and now being filled all over again.
"Oh fuck—Blake—" she moaned. Pepper's fingers dug into his back, her body trembling with a fierce mix of pleasure and desperation. "Fuck me again, Blake," she begged, voice rough and breathless. "Tonight I'm all yours…"
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