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🤩🤍 awesome🤩

Can I request some smut with reader and samakro? Like he’s just come back from duty and all he’s been thinking about is how he wants to fuck them senseless, there can be any sort of kink you’d like to throw in there. Just really want some more Samakro smut to read 🤭

Please pretend I posted it in time for Valentine's day !

Samakro x F!reader

Tags : Rut, praises, bites, fingering, P in V, creampie, breeding kink

Samakro passes the door and leans his back against it when it closes, passing his fingers through his hair with a sigh.

What a campaign!

And Thrawn had another crazy plan again… The crushing headache he felt hearing it…

He inhales deeply, focusing on his sense to ground himself in the present, the sturdy floor under his feet, the cold metal of the door against his back, the sounds of metal scraping metal coming from the kitchen and the delicious spicy scent floating in the apartment…

Home sweet home.

He rolls his luggage to the living room, he can see the lights of the city through the bay window, how he would prefer to see the sky instead of the walls of a cavern, he just left the never ending night of space to join the constant darkness of underground life.

One day he will buy a house on the surface of a planet where the sun shines. He palpates his pants’ pocket to check if it is still here.

He relaxes at the rectangular form he can feel through the fabric. He didn’t lose it, what a relief.

He takes out his coat observing the city with a sigh of satisfaction of being home before midnight, then turns towards the kitchen, the only lighted room of the apartment.

Here you are, back turned to him, busy cooking his favorite dish for his return.

He leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms and looking at you up and down. He admires your human skin, so thinner and softer than Chiss skin, your hair fashioned to not disturb you when you cook, your delicious feminine figure drawing itself under your clothes.

You’re wearing a little apparel today. It’s true that with today’s technology cities have no problem maintaining houses at an acceptables temperatures despite the frozen climate at the surface, and it lets him enjoy all the skin you’re showing off.

He remembers this outfit from a day you spent at the beach, under a real sun, it was hot and windy, consistently lifting your little skirt to the view of everyone. You were so embarrassed, it was absolutely adorable. You were wearing your bikini under it so your honor wasn’t in any danger but you kept pulling on the skimpy skirt, trying to keep it in place, to no avail. He tied his jacket to your hips and the problem was solved.

As thanks you kissed his cheek.

It was the first time.

He played it cool and detached but his heart was speeding at 100 miles per hour. He felt it pound in his ribcage he thought he would burst through and escape. He was so disconcerted, usually Chiss wait to have any kind of romantic physical contact but you leaned in and kissed him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He remained mute for half an hour, too shocked to speak, he answered to you by groans and hums. He was so thirsty for absolutely no reason.

He can’t help but grin lightly at the thought of your first date, you were both so clumsy it was pretty pathetic, but also endearing and a testament of the solidity of your couple.

Because you knew hardship.

Being human in the Chiss society is like signing a warrant to get discriminated against. After being found by Thrawn and Samakro barely alive in a crushed ship drifting into space, you had to fight to heal your deep wounds, the prognosis was anything but engaging and you had to suffer several surgeries to survive. After, it was the UAG for several months, and under the pretext that Samakro found you during the exploration of your ship, it now fell to him to supervise you. Orders of Senior Captain Thrawn.

How he hated that.

He hated that with a passion!

Why did he have to take care of a helpless human lost in space? Just because he discovered your unconscious body in a room doesn’t mean he should take you as his responsibility! But Thrawn gave his orders and Samakro was nothing but a good soldier, obeying his superior even if his orders were pure bull…

So he came to you everyday when you were in the med bay of the Springhawk and each time he entered the UAG facility he visited you, interrogating you, questioning you, demanding explanations as to why you were in this part of the Chaos.

You proved yourself capable of an extraordinarily resilient mind despite not being a warrior, never losing hope, fighting continuously to earn more and more rights in this little cell of yours.

He came to respect you, bowing his head to your determination and will.

He then started to wait for those visits, the time between each interview seemed long and boring, he caught himself thinking about your next encounter, wondering if you would wear that little top that suited you so well… He almost slapped himself at that thought.

He started to feel strangely protective towards you. One day he came for your schedule questioning but another officer was here, his mind suddenly screamed DANGER. Another military than him could only mean problems for you! He was your appointed official after all! So he jumped before the junior officer, demanding explanation for their presence here, pretty much terrorizing them until they runned off of the room.

“Are you alright?” He then turned to you, separated by the glass wall.

“I’m perfectly fine, they were helping me write my resume in Cheuhn.” You responded calmly, if not amused by this extravagant display of authority.

“Write your… What?”

“I am to be released in less than two months.”

“Oh… Well, congratulations.” He praised coldly, but deep down he felt his heart clench at that news, with you being released it meant… Not seeing each other anymore.

And strangely this thought displeased him immensely. Sending him in a sort of cold panic.

“Thank you. I owe it to you, Senior Captain Samakro.” You smiled at him, “Without your fair reports I could not have been released so soon.”

Fair reports? His reports were nothing but stern and impartial! Even if he maybe started to smooth the rough edges towards the end, even though he refuses to admit it to himself.

But your smile was so genuine and beautiful, your weird not shining red eyes were sparkling with pure joy even if you remained with a dignified expression. He gulped before your beauty that he seemed to notice for the first time

But he noticed it too late…

You were about to disappear from his life, his duty to you ending and you will be set free in one of the numerous worlds of the Chiss.

Somehow he refused that eventuality with all his heart! All those hours spent together flashing in his mind, he appreciated you, enjoyed your presence and wittiness, he wants to keep hearing your voice and your laugh, he wants to hear his name on your lips again!

“I know a good pub.” He dropped.

You tilted your head in response.

“You will need to know some people if you want to start anew, I can show you the right places.”

“... Is it a date, Senior Captain Samakro?” You asked with a hint of suspicion, grinning.

He lost his word for a second.

Is it a date?

His honor commanded him to shut you down, how dare an alien have the pretention to date a Chiss like him? But his heart told him that yes, it was a date.

And for the first time in decades, Senior Captain Ufsa’mak’ro listened to his heart instead of his honor.

And it was a good decision.

5 years later you were living together in an apartment you both paid for, you met the Ufsa family and you started dancing around the idea of getting engaged. Integrating the Chiss society as a human was everything but smooth and simple, hatred and racism was rampant but you hold on, earning your place in this ungrateful world and earning Samakro unending admiration and devotion. You woke up everyday to fight and he helped you, supported you in every combat, never hesitating to rub his rank in the face of the person annoying you as a threat.

Quite an effective threat.

All of this culminates to today, him observing you, devouring you with his eyes while you are cooking for your boyfriend, unaware of his presence but awaiting his return eagerly. How fragile you appear to him, how much he wants to protect you, right now he just wants to spawn in your back to pull you in the biggest bear hug you received in your life and bury his nose in your hair, squeezing you like an infant would a fluffy plushy.

He would break you in half if he did that.

His intrusive thoughts immediately start to act up, about all the things he could do to you, you are so feeble and petite in contrast to his huge stature, so flexible and…

He shakes his head, repressing his urges as he usually does.

He opts for a more dignified option, coming to circle your shoulders with his arms gently. You yelp in surprise.

“Hello, little bird.” He whispers in your ear.

“Oh my Warrior, Samakro!” You laugh, “You scared me!”

“I am sorry, beautiful. I saw you and couldn’t resist.”

You press yourself against him with a hum of pleasure. He is so warm despite his thick uniform.

“Do you need help, sweet thing?” He bites your ear with a chuckle, earning a gasp from you.

“Yes, could you take care of the carrots?”

He kisses your cheek, inhaling your scent sending him immediately in another spiral of desire that he strangles immediately.

He isn’t even here for 10 minutes and already has to fight off his most basest instincts.

He takes the knife to cut the vegetables and it doesn't even take a minute for him to start showing off his skills as a cook, he makes the blades spin in his hands and cuts the vegetables in the latest fashion of the chic restaurants.

“Show off.” You nudge him.

“I have to find new ways to amaze you after 5 years.”

You scoff, laughing.

“What nonsense is that? Of course you still amaze me after 5 years, no need to flaunt me with your cooking skills.”

“I want to keep that sparkle in your eyes alive and not let boredom stifle it.”

You shake your head with a lopsided grin.

“Ridicule.”

You raise on your toes to kiss his cheek and hear a faint purr in response.

“What matters is the love you put in the dish, not making it like a gastronomic restaurant.”

“And I am sure you poured so much love in tonight's dish it will taste absolutely amazing.”

“Well I hope so. What will I do if I cannot cook tasty dinners for my boyfriend?”

He winces at the mention of “boyfriend”. You’re too focused on your sauce to realize it, but it is unbearable to him. The little box flashes in his mind and he relaxes his shoulders.

“I thought cooking was my domain in this house, do you intend on supplanting me?”

“Maybe.” You glance at him with a cheeky grin.

“Then I will simply work even harder on my cooking skills and you will have no choice but to admit your defeat.” He simply argues, cutting the piece of meat in dice expertly.

“Will you let me pamper you for once, First officer Ufsa’mak’ro?” You ask.

“Not a chance, this is my role, little bird.” He flashes you his incisors.

He finishes greasing the meat and throws the pieces in a frying pan and starts flambing them with large flames like a first class chef, sauté the meat easily.

You add spices to the creamy sauce and he takes a spoon to taste it.

“You should add a touch of rhum.”

“Wouldn’t it be too much?” You wonder

“Am I the chef here, yes or no?”

“Alright, alright, mister.” You concede.

You check your ratatouille cooking on the other fire while he finishes the meat and combines the dish.

“You cooked a lot.” He realizes.

“Well, it’s your favorite dish. I wanted for you to eat it for several days.” You explain, wiping your hands on your apron.

“You are so attentionate, beautiful.”

“Pray that I am as good as a cook, soldier.” You wink at him.

He rolls up his sleeves, flexing his muscles to you and lifts the heavy pot with his muscular arms and carries it to the living room. He discovers a table already setted with candles and smooth jazz.

“I see you planned everything, little bird.”

“For your return, of course! I see you so rarely, I had to make it count.”

He puts the pot down and you serve your lover then yourself with a generous serving. Samakro mentally reads the recipe in his mind, calculating the calories and the adjustment to his training routine he will have to make for one or two days.

“Are you thinking about your calorie intake?” You ask, sitting down.

“How did you know?” He asks, getting rid of his black uniform jacket.

“I know you mister.” You chant. “How is it?”

He stabs a dice of meat with his fork, adds some ratatouille and creamy sauce and puts it in his mouth.

“Absolutely delectable, little bird.” He praises you.

You spend your evening dining in a romantic tête-à-tête. Samakro freshly left his post on the Springhawk so he kept the automatics of commanding, giving you sharp, stern and cold responses but clear his throat and present his excuses. You simply chuckle, savoring your wine, amused by your boyfriend's attitude. It is hard for him to completely relax for the first few hours back at home, but it lets you see your boyfriend's attitude when he leads troops and that is nothing short of interesting.

He also has to get used to your presence once again, get used to the unending temptation you represent and how his instincts resume clawing at his reason once again.

While you laugh at one of his sarcastic comments about Thrawn’s way to command he discreetly palpates his pocket again and feels his heart accelerating at the touch of the box. He has so much anticipation that he masks it to not awaken your suspicion. He feels like on a electric plaque, about to get electrified at any moment. The tension keeps rising higher and higher in his veins.

But you see none of that, you only see your serious, no-nonsense boyfriend eating your dinner. You listen to him recounting his latest adventures in space, what desperate battles he won, what rich encounters he lived, what batshit crazy plan his superior cooked up this time. You listen, your head laying in your hands, dreamily observing your Chiss at the other side of the table with heart eyes.

How much you love this man…

You extend your leg and start playing footsie with him and he responds immediately while keeping his hard expression.

You sigh, heart palpitating with love. He notices you fixing him and stops mid-movement.

“Is there a problem, little bird?”

“Nothing. I am just contemplating how much I love you.” You simply respond like it was natural.

He maintains a cool expression but his heart accelerates at your confession. Chiss use decorum and a sheen of implicit even to speak of their sentiment, but not you.

You just tell the truth how it is, frankly and directly, without any shame.

Which goes straight to his heart. He always despised all of this glittery and roundabout ways to say even the most simple things and your honesty is a breath of fresh air. You were never afraid to speak up your mind to the face of others and all Chiss categorized you as impolite and improper but he admires you for it. It was one of your most shining qualities in his eyes and he wouldn’t trade it for anything. Thrawn appreciated this quirk of you too back when you were in the med bay of the Springhawk, which prompted Samakro to look into you more closely for the first time. Someone catching the eye of the Senior Captain Thrawn surely was worthy of closer inspection by Samakro.

“Thank you little bird.” He responds, trying to calm his beating heart. “I love you too.”

You smile, satisfied and keep eating, listening to his tales.

He is in the middle of a sentence when his bite almost takes the wrong way as he feels your foot come to play with his groin. He clears his throat as you apply pressure on his clothed cock with your naked foot and an insolent innocent expression on your face.

“And what happened next?” You ask to force him to speak while you are torturing him.

Goddamnit woman! You will be his death!He tries his darn best to keep his best behavior, to be gentle, romantic and respectful for your comfort and you…!

He bites his cheek in silence, gathering his willpower.

He had to fight his libido all his life, keep it in check at any moment and battle it daily. He always suffered in the Chiss society that promptly judged his condition as obscene and highly improper and he remembers painfully how his former relationships ditched him, calling him a baseless animal, too afraid of him and the piece of work he was. He internalized the shame and the pain, building anger and resentment which tremendously worsened his already hotheaded temperament.

Then he met you.

You didn’t judge him, when you initiated the first sexual contact with him he held his breath, containing and refraining his deeper urges and desires to not scare you away. You picked up on that immediately and simply declared that if he wasn’t honest with you would simply leave him for the evening, alone, hot and highly, atrociously bothered. He dug his nails in the fabric of the covers, clenching his jaw hardly before confessing the truth against his will, ready to get ditched once again.

You patiently listened, looking at his red shiny eyes.

You then simply leaned forward as you straddled his hips and kissed him languorously, tenderly, circling his muscular neck with your arms, robbing him of his breath.

“Fuck me as hard as you can.” You murmured, licking the shell of his ear. “I can take it.”

That night was amazing for him. Experiencing sex as his instincts dictated to for the very first time, he fucked you, hard and for long hours. You screamed his name so loud and so much he had to respond to an infuriated neighbor while you hid naked behind the door, trying so hard not to burst out laughing.

He thought he was excessively horny, but clearly he had no idea what you were capable of. Always teasing him, tempting him, poking at his most animalistic urges until he pounded into you savagely.

To your utmost pleasure.

You tilt your head with a thin satisfied smile as he searches for his words, trying to maintain his composure under your touch.

Hell! Only you ever managed to do that to him, reducing him to a puddle of nerves on complete fire. He would never talk bad of his former relationships but they all lacked the fire to match his burning soul. He always felt he had to smooth the edges and compromise a part of himself to make it work, leaving him unsatisfied and feeling unseen.

But not with you.

He warned you at the beginning of your relationship that he could be passionate and hard to manage sometimes. You simply smiled and answered “Try me.” with soft eyes. And you were true to your words, since he knew you he felt his outbursts of emotions greatly diminishing as your nature easily tamed him, bringing out the good in him. The tension he always felt in his shoulders evaporated gradually, alleviating the weight off his body. He felt heard and listened to for the first time in his life.

Truly connected to someone else for the first time.

But you just jump to it immediately, cornering him and torturing him without any mercy with that innocent face that makes him melt so easily.

He clears his throat one last time and answers with an equal voice to your questions, so you brush your feet harder against his loins.

This time he shudders, making the whole table tremble suddenly.

You cover your snort with your hand while he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He expertly keeps his stern mask in place but he knows if you continue it won’t last.

“I suggest you rethink your strategy, little bird.” He manages to announce with all the menace and authority he has on the bridge, “This little game can only last so long…”

This is your ticket to get out of here if you want to before he abandons the “proper mask” and lash out everything he has onto you.

“Oh, but I know very well what I am doing and what I am searching for…” You modulate your voice like a succubus, licking your lips and pressing your feet harder against his constrained cock.

Copy that.

“If you're not in bed in less than five seconds, I will take you on the table.” He points out almost nonchalantly.

You jump on your feet with a giggle and trots to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes all along your way. He takes another bite of your delicious meal you cooked with a lot of love for him and stands up to follow you.

He feels a low growl rising from the depths of his chest and throat as he discards his black tank top, inside the bedroom unlit his red eyes shines and gleams predatorily making you shiver with anticipation.

He discovers you kneeling on the mattress in your undergarments, very fine lingerie of lace and silk, almost jumping on the bed with how much you bounce, trembling with excitement, biting your lips.

“I awaited your return for months.” You admit, “I had to take care of myself alone, do you realize how lonely it gets?”

“Did you think of me when you did it?” He asks casually, leaning against the doorframe.

He used to masturbate a lot before entering your relationship, it being his only outlet for all the tension he constantly felt. But since you were dating he actually welcomed all of this tension, letting it go rampant to make it explode wonderfully once you get back together.

Several months of uncomfort are worth the earth shattering blissful weeks of sex you share together.

He does indulge from time to time, letting you plaguing his mind and senses

“Only you, First Officer Ufsa’ma’kro.” You breath out.

How he loves hearing his complete title with your needy voice, so alluring, so tempting, so… Lecherous.

He can hear the tremors in your short breath, you are as eager as he is.

He feels his cocks swelling in his pants, the urges starting to get control of him.

He growls deeper, crawling on the bed to join you. He immediately captures your lips, entering your mouth with his tongue, dancing with yours. He pushes your body against the mattress with his weight, sliding between your legs and starts waving his whole body against yours, brushing your groins together. You moan and gasp to encourage him, gripping his shoulders from under his arms to dig your nails in his blues flesh. He hisses in return, appreciating the pain, he gropes your ass and kneads it with his large, warm hands. You chuckle, snuggling in his embrace.

As usual he planned this leave right at the moment of his rut, when the desires get utterly unmanageable for him. This is standard procedure for any Chiss in the Navy, he isn’t an exception, he just has it harder than any others.

But you are always here to welcome him deep inside of you and relieve him.

He fights the urge to just seize and tear the undergarments apart, you choose them carefully for him, it would be a shame…

But damn the urge is strong!

“Open those legs nice and wide for me, beautiful.” He growls.

You oblige eagerly and you feel his large hand trailing his way from your tummy to your panties, he passes past the hem and scoop your pussy. He can already feel you dripping with anticipation.

He could just jump into it. Enter you right now and fuck you into oblivion.

But renouncing foreplay is renouncing half of the fun!

And he likes his fun. He indulges in excess with you.

His little birdie.

His sweet… girlfriend.

But not for long anymore.

He trails your slit with his finger, collecting your wetness, lubricating his finger before pushing past your folds and entering you, knuckles deep. You mewl instantaneously, rolling your hips on the mattress under his large body.

“Relax, beautiful.” He whispers darkly, “Invite me in…”

He searches for shorts seconds and finds the oh so sweet spot that makes you see hyperspace and make you dripping wet, he immediately starts aggressively brushing it with the pad of his finger.

Without being a mean character himself, “nice” and “tender” aren’t his style.

He likes the mess, he likes fucking nasty style, he likes you screaming out your pleasure. He likes pushing the limits of your bodies.

This extend to his fingering style

He rubs the gummy spot harshly and relentlessy, crossing it, circling it, scratching it. He doesn’t neglect your clit either, pressing it down with his thumb, he knows how important it is for feminine pleasure, he glides across it, teasing and titillating it feeling the nervous bud puffing up under his touch, gorging itself with blood.

His lips attack your neck, biting down the soft flesh with his long fangs, sucking on the smooth skin. He takes the opportunity to inhale your natural musk, teasing his own rutting instincts with your pheromones as you fuck yourself on his finger. Feeling your eagerness he inserts a second finger to stretch you out.

You are already dripping wet and plenty ready, but he wants to play, wants to toy with your reactive body, shuddering under him. He humps your thighs as he scissors you thoroughly, knowing exactly what makes you react and scream in pleasure. He parts from you with immense difficulty to reposition himself between your legs, he resumes his rough fingering while applying pressure on your womb with his other hand, hooking your pussy and flicking your clit.

“Does it feel good, little bird?” He growls.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You cannot help yourself but shout with how much pleasure he is giving you.

“Oh my Warrior, keep going! Right here! Right…”

“Good. I want you to come hard, okay? I will count to ten and you will come at my command.” He orders. “10…”

You mewl and moan, squirming in his expert hands.

“9…”

You arch your back as you deeply inhale as waves of pleasure are spreading across your entire body.

“8… Keep going, sweet thing.”

You feel your pussy clenching around his fingers to suck them inside of you.

“7, roll you hips, fuck yourself good.”

He accelerates his ministrations.

“6…”

Your body trembles terribly as he fingers you deep.

“5, hold it for me, beautiful.”

As a trial he adds a third finger. Your mouth rounds up in a perfect “o”, it is almost too much for you.

“4…”

You feel your abdominals and pussy clench around his large fingers. Each seconds gets purposefully longer and longer, torturing you for his amusement.

“3, you are almost here.”

You feel yourself dripping in his large hand and the sheets.

“2…”

The tension rises to another height.

“1…” He groans with a short breath.

The tension snaps and a warm shockwaves spreads through your entire body, your pussy clench furiously, trying to retain him inside and you squirt thanks to the pressure on your womb. You cannot help a scream of pleasure as your orgasm explodes in your cunt.

Your body tenses up and relax suddenly, leaving you with limp limbs and no strength left.

“Amazing, beautiful!” He praises you with his warm voice, a hungry growl resonating in his chest, “And so obedient…”

You remain still with your eyes closed, awaiting for the bright lights behind your eyelids to subside as the warmth of your orgasm slowly disappears. You take your breath, your chest rising up and down rapidly.

“Open your eyes (Y/n).” He orders softy.

You open them only to meet a velvety rectangular box, open with a ring reflecting the red light of Samakro’s eyes in the obscurity of the bedroom.

Your breath escapes you in shock. You press your hand against your mouth, at loss for words.

“Oh my Warrior…” You can only mutter.

“(Y/n),” He inhales deeply, “Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”

His voice is equal and assured but there is an undeniable longing and hope in his tone.

“But… Samakro, what will the Ufsa say?” You worry.

He sighs in his mind, engagements and marriages are a family affair, you have to deposit a demand at the local Patriel for them to investigate the prospect couple, judge if the union will be profitable to the family as a whole, ensuring that nobody marries down their standing and ranks… Marrying was a real obstacle course and the couple were rarely in love with each other, the families openly preferring arranged unions.

And Samakros knows that if he doesn’t act now the Ufsa will find him a wife without his opinion.

“To hell what they would say! I want you and no one else, I will not let them dictate this aspect of my life!” He assure you.

You lose your voice. Samakro going against the Ufsa wishes? Samakro rebelling? Samakro ready to stand against anyone else…

For you?

You burst into tears, immediately hiding your face behind your hands.

He remains still, not knowing what to do or how to interpret your reaction.

“(Y/n), beautiful, are you alright…?” He worries.

You nod, trying to control your shudders and calming down between your sobs.

“But… But if they refuse…?” You hiccups. “I am a mere human, they would never allow such union…”

“I will raise to Commodore and cut all ties with them. I will take them as enemies if they refuse, I will raise hell to keep you!” He continues with fire in his voice, “Please, my love, cheo cha’cah… Will you give me your hand?” He presses himself against you, taking your hands off your face to squeeze them, pleading with his eyes.

“Yes… Yes!” You can only chant between your tears, “A hundred times YES!”

He gently takes your hand and passes the ring on your finger. You hiccup and gasp and sob but you also giggle, wiping your tears away, eyes fixed on the diamond shining red with Samakro’s eyes.

He nuzzles your face, pecking your cheek and the corner of your mouth, purring loudly, circling your shoulder with his arm to pull you into a hug. You press yourself against him, kissing him deeply, pulling him closer desperately.

He is taking an immense risk, the Ufsa will never forgive such an infringement to tradition and proper etiquette. A union with a lowly human will be such a stain for their honor…

But he is ready to take on the risk for you and nobody else.

They can deprive him of his rank if that amuse them, he doesn’t care. He knows Superior Captain Thrawn would never accept a demission for such a reason. He would never understand such a decision, much to Samakro’s relief.

As long as he can provide for you and support your future family, Samakro is satisfied. He can face any hardship life can throw at him! He is ready.

For you… Only for you.

He bites down your lips hungrily, his rut reminding him cruelly of its presence. Your cheeks are wet with tears but those are tears of joy, the only ones he authorizes himself to trigger. He purrs loudly, grasping your body, groping it everywhere, caressing it, kneading it.

“Fuck me.” You let out between kisses, “Like our first time, fuck me hard.”

“Anything for you, beautiful.”

He seizes the delicate fabric of your bra and tears it apart, revealing your lovely tits to his eyes. He pushes you down the mattress and takes one in his mouth immediately, licking and sucking it avidly, kneading the other in his large hand, squeezing it gently.

You gasp and arch your back again, waving your body under his muscular one. Oh the unholy sounds he makes when he sucks on your breast, laving at the nipples, gliding the tip of his tongue across the nervous bud.

“I love your tits, little bird.” He obscenely groans with one in his mouth, “So round, so soft, so perfect for me.” He worships your body.

He suddenly bites down your nipple, earning a choked gasp frome you. He kisses your pebbled flesh and gives the same treatment to the other. He lays down on you to brush your clothed sexes, humping them together.

Once he is done worshiping your breast he rises on his knees to open his constrictive pants, you growl instinctively at the sight of his bulge. You rise in a sitting position and kiss it over his boxer, pecking his clothed cock reverently before taking a big wet lap at it. He growls in response, getting rid of his boxer.

“I need to be inside of you as soon as possible, princess. Lay down.” He hisses appreciatively.

You gladly open your thighs for your fiance, letting him see the mess he made of your panties. He lowers himself down to tear them apart like your bra.

He just can’t help himself…

He maintains your thighs open to observe your dripping cunt bare before his rubies, emitting a deep growl like a predator getting territorial. You smirk and spread your folds apart with two fingers to taunt him. He dives forward to give it a big and long lick with the flat of his tongue.

“Hell…” He can’t help but curse at your taste.

You taste so good, so sweet and so, so wet…

Just for him…

He raises back and aligns his painfully hard cock with your dripping entrance. Pre cum is dripping off his tip, his instincts scream at him to bury himself deep immediately but he holds on, using all his willpower to restrain himself just a bit longer and brushing his girth between your folds, coating it nice and good with your essence. You sigh of pleasure but he feels your impatience bubbling under your skin.

And he feels his own too. You both waited long enough.

He positions himself and buries himself to the hilt in one go. All your air gets knocked off your lungs abruptly and you gasp. Without wasting any second he installs a break necking pace, invading your pussy with his girthy length without any pity for your poor body

He fucks you without any restraint anymore, bullying himself into you, forcing the most obscenes noises out of you. He fucks out all of his stress, all of his tension, all of his anger out, instilling all his strength in each and every thrust.

You seize the headboard to prevent your head hitting it, to no avail.

“Ch'etecerci! Your little pussy is so tight, little bird!” He gasps almost painfully, “You are strangling me so good!” He praises.

You cry in response, gasping desperately but each of his hips movements are fierce, rapid and deep, making the bed crack dangerously.

He fucks you brutally, pluging his dick deep in your wetness, leaving you no time to adjust yourself or breath. That’s how he likes to fuck, nastily and mercilessly. He loves your gasps and your screams, he loves how tight you are, how powerless you are in his arms, how he owns you body and soul.

He raises on his knees, forcing your hips up, robbing you of any little control you might add over the situation. He digs his fingers in your flesh, slamming your hips violently with his, feeling his large cock assaulting your poor pussy.

Your human skin is naturally colder than a Chiss one, but you are oh so warm inside, making him absolutely insane, your warm, wet pussy welcoming him deep inside…

He rolls his hips languorously, waving his body sensually, flexing all of his muscles to impress you like you were in any state to formulate a single coherent thought.

Your brain is fried beyond reason, only good enough to register the pleasure you’re feeling and numbing any other info it receives.

But that’s how you like it.

Fucked so well you lose all control over yourself.

How many times did you end up in tears after a high so powerful the descent was utterly devastating? But Samakro was always here to catch you, to comfort and soothe you, hugging you tenderly after fucking you like a beast.

One of his hands releases your hip to take care of your pulsating clit, he starts flicking it in rhythm with his thrusts, teasing your nervous bud until he starts feeling your pussy tightening around his shaft.

“That’s it, beautiful, take it! Take all of me!” He taunts. “You are so good for me, so perfect!”

You cry, he stretches your little pussy so much! You’re not meant to fit such a cock, but he always makes it work somehow…

Each time he becomes absolutely rabid seeing the bulge your bodies make, he is so much larger and taller than you! This simple sight overrides anything left of his reason and dignity and renders him simply…

Animalistic.

Bestial.

Savage…

So far away from the pride of the regal Chiss, he becomes a vicious beast hunting you down for pleasure and release, riding you into their cold sun and back, tearing the pillows apart and destroying almost every bed you ever owned.

And you love it.

How he discards his pride, how you can reduce him into a mess of groans and growls. How nothing else matters in those moments but the two of you.

He keeps scrubbing your poor clit, making you cream around his girthy cock so much. He can feel your wetness rolling down his powerful thighs to the sheets, but what can he say?

He simply loves a mess in his bed.

And he is going to make such a mess…

He lays back down your hips on the bed, laying on you with his full weight, attacking your neck again.

“Little bird, beautiful, Cha’cah…” He punctuates each word with a deep thrust, “Will you let me breed you? Will you let me fuck a baby into you? Please? I need it…” He grunts animasticaly. “A little baby, our baby, you and I! Our baby!Our little one!”

Only choked whines escape you now, but you manage to gather enough willpower to circle his hips with your legs, imprisoning him between your thighs.

“Do it…” You let out in a gasp, “Give me a baby, Samakro…”

He roars and bites down your neck, his long fangs breaking the skin and he hurries his thrust even more ravishing your poor cunny that can’t do anything else but take it. You’re more of a sex doll than an active partner with such assaults!

A loud crack suddenly resonates in the bedroom and you yelp as you feel something break under the mattress. That doesn’t stop Samakro, only fixated on his new objective.

Breeding you.

Making you his for all eternity.

Tying your legacies in blood and flesh.

“My little bird! My beauty! Cheo Cha’cah!” He rasps, “Mine only! To fuck and breed as I please! Letting me fuck a baby into you like a good princess!” He is beyond any reason at this point.

He keeps his pace up, licking the fresh bruise on your neck and you hug him tight, circling his large shoulders and you bury your nose in the crook of his neck.

In his blind rage he still has the senses to take care of your clit, far from neglecting it he increases his caress and harsh brushes making you see hyperspace behind your eyelids.

He maintains his bestial rhythm until his movement becomes erratic and he freezes still, spurting his potent seed inside your pussy. You cannot refrain from the scream of his name, too lost in your bliss. Your pussy clenches hard, milking him for all his worth, retaining him deep inside.

Everything comes to a halt, and silence takes place.

You take your breath, Samakro laying on you, kissing your bruise tenderly, purring loudly. Your bodies are covered in sweat and juices, you both pants heavily, trying to calm down your beating hearts.

“We broke the bed.” You sigh, “Again.”

“Really? I did not notice.” He chuckles.

Which one is it? the 30th? He doesn’t care because he hopes he will have to buy a lot more in the future.

He raises his head to look at you, you are exhausted beyond measure but he can still see the bliss in your eyes. He nuzzles your nose with a smug smirk.

“Oh you’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?” You snark

“I might…” He only answer.

He takes your hand to observe the ring at your finger and kisses it reverently.

“Thank you…” He whispers. “I love you, (Y/n).”

“I love you too, Samakro.” You smile fondly at him.

He feels himself melt again, utterly defenseless before your charms and he kisses your lips.

Softly.

Tenderly.

Lovingly…

You part with a shudder of surprise when you hear someone pounding the door.

“Ah!” You chuckle, “We woke up the neighbors again!”

Beautiful artwork by the Magnificent @jun-c !

#samakro x reader #not my fanfic #🤍

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