not maybe, definitely

He made her smile, it was an expression that was for that moment, carefree and easy. He eliminated the stress she carried in her, she relaxed beneath him, she let go. Venom put a lot of trust in him, but as their eyes met and her arms wrapped around his neck she felt different. Like there was more than the lustful spark in his gaze. There were no more deeper thoughts than that however, she was not her own in that instant together. Venom needed him in ways she never would have admitted or sought out before he’d saved her from the fall. But that moment was so far removed from the one they were in now.

All she knew was the sparkle in his brilliant eyes and the feeling of his body against hers. The feeling of his paws grasping tightly against her, and claws against her skin. There was no halting what was to come, and Venom felt the tension build as he teased her with every carefully placed roll of his hips. Her own sharp claws were revealed as he made her curl her toes. They extended into Maverick’s thick fur but wouldn’t break any skin just yet.

He kissed her again, holding her tight as she pressed herself against him, ignoring the protests of her sore body. With the herb, with the liquor, all she wanted was him. She returned his kiss, deep and needy, whining softly as he pulled away just enough to catch her gaze again. Then he stopped teasing her and as she gave of herself Maverick took her. Venom gasped for breath as her paws pressed against him and he overwhelmed her. Her chest heaves, her eyes closed and rolled in her head. Nothing existed but her partner as he made one from the two of them. He filled her body, her heart, her needs, Maverick was everything she needed in every way.

Maverick gasped as groaned along with her as their bodies moved together. "Maverick,” she whispered his name in a gasping reply, unable to form anything more intelligible than his name. His claws dug into her flesh as hers did to his own, and he pressed into her sharp claws extended to his kin. Even through the intensity there was part of her that knew he was being careful with her. As she was, there wasn’t much roughness she could tolerate, but he didn’t act as if she were a breakable flower either. He played her like he’d known her the whole of their lives, Venom gave herself up to him, and didn’t regret a moment as he revealed deep pleasures and sensations she’d never known before.

"Venom"