𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕤 // ℙ. 𝕄𝕒𝕩𝕚𝕞𝕠𝕗𝕗

Chapter 86: The Stimulation

WARNING: This chapter contains mature and sexual content. 18+ content. This chapter is mostly smut and I wouldn't suggest reading it in public, enjoy :)

Pietro had just finished an intense workout and was walking towards his room.

He could've ran there, but he was honestly pretty exhausted. Clint had been training with him and had really worked him to the brim so he decided to just casually stroll through the living quarters. As he walked down the hallway, he began to think about how strange the walls looked.

They were different than their normally white appearance, it was almost like a grey shadow had been cast over the entire building. For some reason, Pietro didn't seem bothered by this nor did he care about the way the walls seemed to start to slowly tilt forward in a hallucinogenic way.

The Sokovian man continued on his way, a small smile on his face as he approached Farah's room. He figured he'd peek in and say hello to her, always being curious as to what she was doing. Whenever he randomly stopped in on her, he had always found her doing the most outlandish tasks. Once, she had been creating a chain of books to knock over like dominoes and another time she had been attempting to create a tower out of blocks of swiss cheese.

She definitely had interesting techniques of keeping herself occupied, but Pietro genuinely adored it.

With a slight sigh, Pietro got closer and closer to her door, stopping dead in his tracks when he heard a few noises coming out of her room. Farah's door was slightly cracked open, a stream of light pouring out into the dark hallway. He felt himself pale, listening to the sounds coming from within in the room.

He took a few steps closer as he heard a soft whimper escape from a feminine voice inside, a sound he knew all too well. But soon a male moan followed hers, one he had never heard before.

Pietro felt like he couldn't control himself, it's like his feet were doing all the thinking for him and he had no say in the way his body was acting. He walked a little bit closer to her door, the cries of pleasure getting louder from the two people in the room. He knew that Farah had to have been in there, he recognized her moans instantly.

He placed his hand on the door and gently pushed it open, peeking his head inside to see what was going on, though he felt like he wasn't consciously in command of his movements. Pietro felt a pit of anger rise in his chest as looked into the room, seeing a familiar head of red hair.

Against the end of the bed, a naked Collin was thrusting himself into an equally as bare Farah. Her back was on the sheets while Collin was hovering above her, her legs wrapped around his waist. She had her hands tangled up in his hair, gripping it tightly as her back arched.

"Fuck, Collin don't stop..." Farah moaned as he brought his mouth down to her neck, leaving small marks along it. Pietro just watched as this happened, physically not being able to move his feet. It was like he was frozen in place.

He watched as Collin let his hand trail up her body, massaging her breast with his palm. Pietro couldn't look away, his heart collapsing in on itself every time he watched Collin push himself into her, wanting so desperately to break up their affair.

It was an appalling scene to witness, watching as Collin did all the things that Pietro loved to do to Farah. He was kissing her in the same spots and touching her in ways only Pietro knew she liked. Jealousy continued to wash over him as he watched Collin shove his cock inside her, even more upset at the fact that she was encouraging him to continue.

Collin began to pick up his speed, Farah's moans getting more boisterous and loud. Her volume increased so much, that at one point she was practically screaming Collin's name in a begging tone. Her exclamations were so loud that the entire compound could probably hear her. She sounded like she was in an immense amount of pleasure as Collin turned his head to the side, making eye contact with Pietro and smirking.