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daisynik7 · 1 year

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Business Trip

husband!Nanami x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~1.7k

Summary: Nanami hates going on business trips now that he has you in his life. Even with food and hotel expenses paid for by his company, it’s not enough to distract him from the fact that he misses you. The two of you have the perfect solution for this, which includes a vivid imagination and the help of a little, but mighty, toy. cw: sex-toy use (vibrator), phone sex, explicit sexual content, language, Nanami is a bit mean, dirty talk, use of pet-names (honey, sweetie, princess), reader is called whore and slut (endearing lol), just pure nasty smut. Author’s Notes: More husband!Nanami smut! I was inspired to write this because I just purchased my very first vibe two weeks ago and boy, is it something. Hope you like this filth! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated! Thanks for reading! Divider credits to @/cafekitsune! Tagging the lovely @liliorsstuff-blog bc I love her and Nanami is her husband. 😉

Nanami has a hard time when he has to go out of town for a business trip. He never used to mind it before; in fact, he liked being sent away to a different city every once in a while, especially when the food and hotel expenses were paid for. However, ever since the two of you have been together, he dreads them because it means time away from you. And he hates being apart from you. Absolutely hates it. And to be honest, you hate it too.

This time, he’s sent to Osaka for a convention, staying at a swanky hotel covered by his company. He takes full advantage of this, ordering room service, indulging in a bottle or two of liquor from the mini bar. He even wraps himself in a fluffy robe after showering, sitting in bed with hair still wet at the tips. A single tap of his phone and he’s calling you, waiting a single ring for you to pick up. “Hi baby!�� you answer, his mood instantly lifted at the sound of your cheery voice.

“How are you, princess?”

“Good. Just in our room now. How was your day?”

He spends the next several minutes recounting today’s festivities, including a funny story about him sneaking a second complimentary bento for lunch. You rant to him about your coworkers’ petty drama involving missing office supplies and stolen meals from the fridge. You both share what you ate for dinner, you complimenting the picture he sent earlier of the full spread ordered through room service. He sends you a quick snapshot of his current view of his hotel room, including his bare feet sticking out from under the robe.

“Your room is so nice. Look at your toes!” you laugh. “Are you going to sleep soon?”

“Not yet. Still waiting for my hair to dry.” He pauses, contemplating for a split second before asking, “Are you in bed now?”

“Yup, all snuggled under the covers.”

He smiles to himself, picturing you cocooned in the thick comforter the two of you share, curled to the right side of the bed where you usually sleep. “Do you miss me?”

“Of course I do. I miss you so much.”

Without thinking, he spreads his legs wider, getting more comfortable against the pillows. “I miss you too, princess. I wish I was there with you right now.”

“Me too.”

There’s a moment of silence, tension hanging heavy in the static noise between you. Nanami decides to stop beating around the bush. It’s obvious what you both want. You’ve been married long enough, together even longer, there’s no shame or secrets anymore. “Wish I could fuck you right now,” he confesses.

You moan through the speaker, thighs splayed, reaching towards your pussy. Tonight, you’re wearing one of his oversized t-shirts, his scent lingering on the fabric, making you feel safe and secure in his absence. You sink into the cushions, whispering a breathy, “Baby.”

“Tell me what you’re wearing right now.”

“Just your t-shirt and my underwear.”

“Oh yeah? One of your silky ones?”

You hum, confirming his suspicions as he loosens the knot of his robe, folding back the cotton to expose his hardening cock. “God, I bet you look so good right now.”

You giggle softly, lifting the hem of the shirt past your stomach, fingers brushing your skin delicately, imagining his instead.

His voice is low, thick with lust. “I want to hear you come. Can you do that for me?”

“Mm-hm,” you respond, slipping underneath the waistband, teasing your clit with the pad of your middle finger.

He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, already knowing what you’re doing. “Not with your fingers, honey. Use the vibrator, remember?”

A whine escapes your mouth while you reach for the drawer to retrieve the small toy, the one you bought recently to supplement nights alone like this. He was the first to test it out on you, though. Made sure it was good enough to satisfy your needs. The recent memory of him pressing the fluttering tip to your clit, pumping wet fingers in and out of your cunt, has you throbbing.

You push your panties past your knees, sliding them off completely at your ankles. With the blanket hastily stripped from your body, you spread your thighs wide, completely exposed from the waist down. A small bead of lube is just enough to get it slick. You rub the oiled tip up and down your pussy, finger on the button, anticipating the intense sensation.

“Don’t turn it on yet,” he demands. He wraps his hands around the base of his cock, slow strokes to start. “Tease it a little bit. Just like I do it.”

Your husband always likes to take his time with you, no matter how desperate and aching for him you are. And when you’re two hundred plus miles away from each other, you predict he’s going to draw this out as long as he possibly can, both for his pleasure and yours. Not that you’re complaining.

You play with your clit, tingling bud pulsing against the smooth exterior of the vibrator. He huffs, “Don’t hold back. I want you dripping onto to the sheets. Can you do that for me, honey?”

Another moan escapes your lips, envisioning the mess you’re about to make with his sultry voice guiding you through it. “I can’t do it alone,” you whine, finger right on the trigger, raring to go. “Help me, Kento.”

“I’m right here, princess. Don’t worry. Just listen to me, okay? Follow my every word.”

You nod, hypnotized by each syllable uttered from his lust laden lips, like an obedient slut. You’ve almost forgotten that you’re alone in bed, convinced he’s whispering filthy instructions directly in your ear beside you, watching you unravel with the dormant toy pressed to your pussy. “Can you turn it on now, honey?”

He’s gentle and affectionate in the beginning, hiding wicked desires behind endearing pet-names. Soon, he’ll start taunting you, tormenting you for being so fucking sensitive, so fucking needy. The two sides of him work together in perfect sync, angel and devil, both determined to make you lose yourself in the throes of passion. There’s nothing he loves more than seeing you, or in this case, hearing you, completely unhinged for him, and only him.

When you finally push the button, the low buzz playing in the background, he can’t help but increase the pace of his strokes. He pictures your thighs open wide, the shaking tip nestled between your delicate pussy lips, the vibrations stimulating your clit, radiating down to your pointed toes. Head thrown back into the pillows, cheeks hot, tongue sticking out in that adorable dumb expression you make whenever you’re being fucked. It won’t take long for you to climax, not when he’s on the phone guiding you as he jerks his twitching cock. Just the thought of your body spasming from exhilaration is enough to get him off.

“That’s it, right on your clit, honey. Does it feel good?” He knows it does, judging by how the only response he receives are your shameless moans. He chuckles, stroking himself faster. “I can’t understand you, honey. Does it feel good?” Still no reply, he growls, “Answer me.”

You choke on your spit, drool leaking from the sides of your lips. When you catch your breath, you let out a trembling, “Yes!”, resulting in another sinister laugh from him.

“Feels so good, you can’t even speak properly, can you? Too fucked out to even think, huh? Nasty slut.” His devilish side kicks in, hell-bent on hearing you orgasm, to have you coming so hard you spill onto the sheets. “I married such a whore, didn’t I? That’s what you are, a fucking whore. You’re so fucking slutty for me, I love it.”

You’re a whimpering mess now, the vibe sending you into a spiral, clit aching from the relentless tremors. There’s not a coherent thought in your brain; you’re incapable of admitting to him that you’re close. You let him figure it out when you cry out, “Fuck!”, legs quivering and stomach tight from the intense high.

“Give me your fucking orgasm, baby. Let me fucking hear it,” he spits out, sweat forming on his forehead. He’s since stripped his robe off entirely, laying on top of It while he masturbates to the sounds of his precious slut doing exactly what he wants her to do. What he needs her to do.

When you’re finished, you slide the toy lower so that it’s not directly on your sensitive bud. The fluttering tip starts making soft splashing noises at your arousal, indicating just how fucking wet you are. You place the phone right on your abdomen, hoping he can hear the lewd squelches from your pussy. For the first time since you began, you’re able to formulate a proper sentence, body relaxed into the mattress. “Can you hear it, baby? Can you hear how wet I am for you?”

He definitely can. “Ah, fuck,” he swears, fisting his shaft faster. His hand is not enough; it never is. But he lets his imagination do the rest for him. He knows how fucking juicy his pretty wife’s pussy is. Your perfect, luscious pussy lips puffy from overstimulation, covered in sticky sweet cum. He’d do anything for a taste of it right now, to run his tongue along your glistening folds, gather your slick and swallow it to quench his thirst. Dip his finger inside that gushy entrance only to stick it into his mouth, slurping every last drop. He admires the mental image before flicking his wrist with fervor, pumping his cock until he shoots his load onto his stomach.

The two of you stay quiet for a moment, the static noise and muted buzzing from the phone settling in the silence. Nanami looks down, inspecting the wreckage splattered across his abs, leaking down his side and onto the robe beneath. He runs his fingers through his hair, forehead tacky with perspiration, exhaling with a satisfied smile before calling out, “Honey? Are you still there?”

It's only now that he remembers that the low hum is from the vibrator, still buzzing against your supple skin. Reserved moans growing louder as you circle the toy back to your needy clit, ready for another round.

Nanami smirks to himself, holding the phone closer to his ear, rock hard again. It’s going to be a long, fulfilling night.

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demonicbaby666 · 7 months

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mommy!regina x reader w a dumbification kink 🥺👉👈

Mama's Girl

Kinktober 2023 | Once Upon a Time Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Pairing: Regina Mills x fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 1.4k+

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, light bondage, strap-on use (r!receiving), dumbification, bit of overstimulation, mommy kink, praise.

A/n: I have never written dumbification before so I hope I did not disappoint... Anyways, enjoy!

"It hurts, Mommy," you whine, tugging at the tight rope around your wrist.

"Shhhh," the brunette coos, "I know what's best for you, baby. You know I'll take care of you."

The silicone tip of her cock pushes deeper inside you, and the ardent need to cover her full breasts in your palms has you clasping and unclasping your hands at empty space. The size of her thick strap feels like it's tearing you open, and though it's painful, the tinge of pleasure that comes with bulging faux-textured veins skirting along your tender walls has you throwing your head back into soft cotton pillows.

Regina's name leaves your parted, quivering lips in a drawled moan, ending with a short burst-out cry when she thrusts the rest of her length inside. She's all you know in this moment, all you feel, and it's pure and utter bliss. Your pussy clenches around her, moulding and accommodating to the new-found fullness you're having the pleasure of experiencing. It burns in the best of ways, and you're in dire need of some sort of movement to settle the blinding urge to fuck yourself on the older woman's length.

"Does my baby need something?" Regina smiles brightly at the timid nod she receives but does nothing to alleviate the coiling in your stomach, "Can you use your big girl words and tell me what you want?"

A brief moment passes, and you take this time to look into chestnut eyes. There is a darkness and wanting to be held within the rings of brown, but also patience and understanding. Courage builds from not only knowing but seeing the mayor wants nothing more than to take care of you, so you finally find it within yourself to answer, "I need mommy to make me cum," you whisper, to your chagrin, with a jutted bottom lip and a wimpish fluttering of your eyelids.

Her teeth are exposed as she grins from cheek to cheek, and you can't help but feel your chest rise and the beginnings of a contented smile tug at the corner of your lips. Nothing quite resembles the gratification that comes from being Regina's good girl.

The weight of her body shifts above you as the brunette bends her elbows and lowers herself down to place feather-light kisses all over your face, "You're such a good girl," she praises sweetly.

It's an intimate moment with her smile fierce, prying small giggles from you with her light pecks. That is until she finds your lips. The coddling comes to a swift end as Regina's tongue traces the interior of your mouth, and her hips pick up a steadfast rhythm.

Hard as it is to reciprocate and meet the adventurous swirling muscle, you try. What starts as a somewhat controlled kiss morphs into something messy and crazed, but neither of you seems to mind.

A hand cradles the back of your neck, fingers twirl and play with tangled knots of baby hairs as a series of kisses place the older woman snug in your neck. Each rushed kiss is matched with a hard thrust, and you can feel the pride radiate in Regina's fervour as your head falls back into soft pillows, and she is free to mark her pretty girl's neck as hers.

There's a sense of urgency that steadily creeps into your stomach and sets your hips exponentially rocking in tandem with the jackhammering of Regina's. Her hardened nipples are brushing against your ribs, and it's painstaking having them so close yet so far away from your grasp. You've been kept from touching the older woman this whole evening, and it has been hell.

'Mommy wants to look after you, baby' is what she'd said, but you want the chance to run your hands all over olive skin and massage the doughy expanse of perky breasts.

Despite knowing nothing will come of it, you wrangle with your restraints and beg them to uncoil. It burns as you twist and pull, and accidentally, you let a pained hiss free. Ever attentive, Regina hears and slows down to a halt.

"Don't stop," you beg, offering your best pout, "Please."

"You'll hurt yourself, dear," Regina tutts and scowls at the reddening marks forming over your wrists, "Do you promise to stop being silly by hurting yourself if I continue?"

You solemnly nod and advert your eyes away in shame.

Sensing your discomfort, the older woman places a finger under your chin and forces you to meet her soft gaze, "Use your words, darling." she calmly instructs, lowering her lips to kiss and nib at your neck.

"I promise to stop being silly if you fuck me with your big cock, Mommy," you moan as she descends to nimbly suck on a pert nipple.

Regina smirks against your breast, sits up, and grips tightly to the backs of your thighs. She pushes them forward until the pads of your knees almost touch the sides of your breasts. There isn't enough time to miss the blanketed feel of her upper body upon yours because instantly, the brunette uses her new position to fuck into you unrelentingly fast.

There's no way to tell whether you're screaming out in relief or from the uproar of pleasure surging and pulsing through every single inch of your body. Your toes curl, your stomach muscles tighten, and your legs tremble. Differentiating where you begin and where Regina starts is hopeless; you're inextricably linked as she repeatedly pounds into you.

Her cock, in this new position, slides perfectly along your g-spot. Bouts of electrical currents run a muck with each thrust, and if the slopping sounds of your wet cunt aren't enough to go by, the high-pitched sobs you're unwillingly letting out inform Regina you're already so close.

Wisps of chestnut flyaways sway back and forth as Regina redoubles her efforts. Her bottom lip wedges itself between her teeth, and you can see just where the prominent vein in her head is bulging from effort.

Your whole body is stubborn in continuing to tremble. The sheer might of senses bursting with life is explosive and leads you to fictitiously and wholeheartedly believe the world around you is only now coming fully into focus.

You can feel drops of sweat trickle between the margins of your breasts and merge with others, forming beads of exertion to canopy the full expanse of your heated skin.

You can smell the air, permeated with salt, faint hints of expensive perfume hidden under the musky aroma of sex.

You can taste tasteless lipstick residue over your tongue - waxy and slippery.

You can see Regina above you, beautiful, ethereal and goddess-like, her hips skilfully rucking back and forth as she rocks the bed with each forceful thrust into you.

You can hear the bed creek and the frame fighting to withstand the sheer mass of the brunette's need to make this the most powerful orgasm you have ever experienced.

"Cum for mommy, princess." Regina breathily grunts, each word broken by a harsh thrust of her cock fucking into you, "Make a mess all over mommy's cock."

Her heavy breathing mingles with your own, and a series of filthy moans, grunts and whimpers are exchanged. Regina lets go of the headboard with one hand and rests her palm flat over your sex. Her thumb moves to cover your throbbing clit, and with both haste and gentleness, she circles the sensitive bud.

"I'm going to cum, mommy, I'm going to cum, mommy!" You chant over and over again until the floodgates burst open with Regina's hips slapping against your ass and the distant sound of you screaming out her name.

With a force so strong it feels as though you may break your spine, your chest springs upwards as scorching flames burst free from the pits of your stomach all the way to the tip of your head. You're being catapulted into the night sky as visions of stars dance around the room.

Regina continues her ministrations till you topple head first into a second preemptive orgasm, and tears are welling in your eyes from the overflowing pleasure surmounting.

Not until your vision clears and you return to your body do you realise you've soaked the sheets underneath you, both in sweat and arousal.

"I'm sorry I made a mess, mommy," you timidly say, shying away from the brunette's gaze.

"It's okay," Regina smirks and kisses down the juncture of your breasts before locking onto you again, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Looks like I'll have to clean my baby up."

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iminlovebutimkeepinitlowkey · 4 months

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JJ’s favorite place is your bed. Not because it’s where you are so vulnerable and open with, but because it’s his safe space. As much as he loves you, he’s happy in your bed if you’re in it with him or not. He’s never been spoiled with expensive memory foam pillows and pure cotton sheets. He’s used to sleeping on hard surfaces and broken couches with paper-thin blankets to keep him warm. He’s never felt the incredible feeling of wrapping himself in a soft west elm blanket while watching his favorite movie on your computer. The fact that everything not only reminds him of you, but smells like you only helps to lull him to sleep within minutes. Just imagine his reaction when you give him a west elm blanket just like yours covered in your perfume for christmas. It lives at the chateau until he brings it along with him to your house. Though, when it’s at the chateau, it remains in the guest room and no one is allowed to touch it. Because god forbid someone ruins the one thing he cherishes as much as he cherishes you.

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metalbuckaroo · 1 year

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KINKMAS DAY ONE: Corruption

Summary// Bucky had been your neighbor for just over seven months, finally he gets the chance to indulge in his wettest dream

Warnings// mentions of loss of virginity, oral (f receiving), smut, unprotected sex, corruption kink, soft bucky

AU// Neighbor!Bucky x Innocent!reader

NOTE// I’m overly excited to kick off kinkmas

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

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Bucky had waited seven months for this opportunity-

The opportunity to have you staring up at him wide-eyed, cold and warm hands holding your cheeks as yours clasped the front of his shirt- waiting to see what he was going to do.

He was so calm, half a smile playing on his lips as your heart thundered away in your rib cage from the burning stare of his denim blues.

“I-“ you swallowed hard, unsure of what to say as a breath of a laugh passed his lips.

“C’mon, darlin’. You can’t tell me there aren’t men lined up for you.” He chuckled, thumb brushing the tip of your nose.

“I’ve never- I’m not to experienced in that department.”

“I knew that, sweetheart. Doesn’t mean there aren’t ones who’ve tried. You’re so sweet and pure- I’d hate to see someone else have you.” He murmured, head barely tilting to the side.

All you could think about was the brisk kiss he’d given you just moments before and the unfamiliar feeling that twisted in your lower belly.

Embarrassment burned your cheeks and you moved your hands when you became over aware of where they’d been. “You’re the only one who’s ever-“ you chewed the inside of your cheek, attempting to hide the fidget of your hands. “Can you do it again?”

Bucky didn’t hesitate. His lips carefully nipping yours, taking it slow before they covered your fully, pillow soft and gentle as you tried to mimic his movements.

You were a dream to him.

So sweet and pure- he wanted to keep you sheltered from a cruel world that would tear away the innocent glint in your eyes.

Smiles and laughs soaked in naivety, kindness that flooded his heart with warmth every time you’d bring baked goods to him in return for his help mowing or raking your lawn. It was angelic to see such a thing and have it in his reach, a purity that he wanted nothing more than to ruin.

He just had to have you before anyone else could.

Your breath was stuck in your lungs, flutters erupting in your chest as your fingers found their way back to the soft cotton of his shirt. The gentle scratch of his facial hair sent a shiver up your spine and made your thighs press together.

Bucky let out a content hum, pulling your body impossibly closer to his and letting his hands wander every curve and dip.

Heat pooled in your lower belly, the new feeling making you whimper when he gently tugged your bottom lip between his teeth. Hands carefully massaging your waist.

“Doin’ perfect, angel.” You squirmed against him when his hand slipped up to caress your chest. A soft groan pulling from his throat as he shifted his hips to press the bulge in his jeans against you. “Tell me to stop at anytime, I swear I will.”

You nodded, squeezing the fabric of his shirt in your fists as he finally took his gloves off to slip his hands under your blouse.

This was something Bucky had thought over a million times in the privacy of his room-

How he would take his time and slowly work you up, how soft your thighs looked in the dresses you wore in the summer and the way they’d feel trembling and closing in on his head if he buried his face between them. How the delicate skin of your neck would feel against his lips or gently bitten between his teeth as he pulled you apart.

Pulling himself from his thoughts and back to reality, Bucky hoisted you to his waist. A shocked gasp tearing from your chest as your hands fumbled to hold his shoulders.

“I’ve got you, darlin’. Don’t need to be doing all this against a counter.” He chuckled, going to the door he remembered being your bedroom.

The excited twist only grew when your back was against your plush mattress, watching Bucky press your knees apart to slot his sturdy frame between your thighs. Featherlight kisses trailing along the column of your throat and jaw and fingers working at the button of your jeans.

“Are you sure about this? I have no clue what I’m doing.” You fumbled out as he started to guide your pants down your legs.

“Don’t worry about all that, let me take care of you, baby.” He assured as you kicked the fabric the rest of the way off.

Your head was already spinning from the feel of his calloused and smooth metal fingers against your skin. A deep ache setting in that made you feel antsy as he shed his own clothing, darkened blues staring up at your eager eyes as he settled lower on the mattress and pressed a tender kiss to the inside of your thigh.

Every bit of air was sucked from your lungs when his tongue pressed flat to your folds, licking a stripe to your clit before his lips wrapped around the sensitive nub. A deep groan pulling from his throat as he nuzzled his face closer, gently sucking and flicking his tongue over it as your legs threatened to close in on his head.

The sweet sounds that poured from your lips urged him to keep going, forearm over your mouth to muffle the sounds he craved.

Pulling away briefly, Bucky placed another kiss to your thigh. “Lemme hear you, angel. Don’ need to keep quiet.”

Taking a shaky breath, your fingers curled into the sheet under you. Head tipping back in a drawn out whine when his mouth wrapped around your clit again, skillful tongue twisting and sliding through your folds and scratch of his stubble rough against the delicate skin.

The pressure in your belly started to bubble over, back arching from the mattress as a gentle shake of his head sent you over the edge. A soft cry of his name making his cock twitch against the mattress as he worked you through the after glow.

You whimpered when he moved away, eyes peaking open to see his tongue swipe across his slick coated lips. A sinful smile tugging the corners of his mouth.

“You okay?” His quiet tone tore through the dull ring in your ears as you nodded. “Wanna stop?”

A quick shake of your head made him chuckle, calloused hand gliding up your thigh and to your cunt. “Jus’ gotta warm you up- alright?”

“Okay,”

Bucky still couldn’t wrap his head around the events unfolding before him- his dream coming true as he pressed a finger into your clenching walls; another soft moan echoing in his brain as he watched your expressions. Eyes closed, hips squirming against the rhythm of his finger when he found the spongey spot just inside your cunt.

The one he wished to ruin and turn into his personal wet dream coating his fingers in arousal as he added another long digit.

“Bucky-“ the drawn out whine made his eyes shut softly, lips latching to the spot just under your ear to suck a mark to the skin.

“Almost ready, darlin’. Jus’ need one more.” You we’re so responsive to his touch- so sensitive. Your body tensing and hands reaching out for him as he stroked your velvety walls, another wave of pleasure washing over you. “There we go. Can you take another for me?”

You nodded, eyes still squeezed shut and chest heaving as his bulbous tip tapped against your swollen clit. Your body jumping from the sudden jolts that ran down your legs. “I’ll be gentle, I swear. If you want to stop, just tell me.”

“Keep going-“ you breathed out, peeling your heavy lids open.

He was something out of a movie or magazine, smooth skin mashed with sleek metal taut over perfectly sculpted muscles that flexed and relaxed with every movement he made.

“I’ll always take care of you, angel.” He murmured, body bending over yours as his hand went down to guide himself. Lips slotting over yours to swallow the whimpers and whines.

It was a painful stretch, every short, languid thrust pushing him deeper and replacing the sting with overwhelming pleasure.

Your arms went around his shoulders, fingers lacing in the short hair at the back of his head. A whine of his name sending a chill rolling down his spine.

Bucky was tentative of picking up the pace, the shake of your thighs uncontrollable from the newfound feeling surging through you. Warmth slowly starting to sprout on your skin again as he propped himself up on his forearm, bionic arm whirring quietly in your ear and dog tags cold against your heated skin.

“Fuck- tight cunt is gonna make me come-“ he choked out, deep moans filling your ears. The drag of his cock cresting the pleasure higher and higher until fire ran through your veins. Your lips bit into your mouth and eyes screwed shut.

This one hit harder than the others before, blanking your mind as his name fell freely into the thick air in a jumbled chant. Slurred profanities tumbling from his lips as he pulled out, metal thumb pressing sloppy circles to your clit as he fisted over himself, working you through the euphoric orgasm as his head tipped back. Straining his guttural moans as he spilled into your lower abdomen. Coating the skin in spurts of his spend.

Breathing heavy and skin coated in a thin layer of sweat, Bucky looked you over. Blissed out and body still twitching from the aftershocks as he leaned to pepper kisses to the corners of your mouth and cheeks.

“C’mon, darlin’. Open em up.” He cooed, your skin even more sensitive to his touch as his fingers ghosted along the outside of your thigh. Eyes barely peeking open. “You doing alright?”

“Wonderful…” you breathed out, pleasure drunk smile spreading on your features as he chuckled.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby.”

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tainted-liquor · 6 months

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𓇼𓈒ㅤׂHow Curious... 𓆉 [4.11.23] - ft. Miles G. Morales 𓆡 genre: fluff, part 2 of Sea Grillz!

What a liar.

Two years ago, you met a human. A beautiful, beautiful human who promised that he would come back and visit you. You waited around the coral for months, breaching the surface of the freshwater haven every now and again to see if the familiar red metal cargo ship ever showed up again. You kept that piece of soft cotton fabric wrapped tightly around your gills in hopes that one day the boy would remember you and come back. What was his name again? Prowler?

You zoomed through the warm currents of the 'Big Lagoon', otherwise known as the Caribbean Sea by the surface dwellers in search of some new findings at the bottom of the ocean. Your tail eagerly jerked through the waves, propelling you forward with the force of a bullet train as you scanned the ocean floor for any new finds. You had somewhat of a collection; a brass hand mirror, several giant beady 'pearls' of some sort, silky gloves, and a plethora of coins from all ages and times. It was dark, barely visible as your eyes struggled to pick out every minor detail due to the lack of sunlight. But truth be told, you only had one thing in mind as you glided through the pure water.

You breached the surface, hair falling along your shoulders as your beautiful coral and shell necklace rested against your collarbone. You looked up at the warm skyline, losing yourself in the vibrant shades of orange, pink, and yellow that decorated the world and illuminated your skin. You raised a hand out of the warmth of the ocean, watching as your skin morphed from a pale blue to your natural melanated tone. Your jewelry consisted of pearls, small shells, your swamp blue scales that you lost along the way, and solid diamonds that shimmered on the horizon. It was perfect; no humans to disturb the mesmerizing crash of the waves or the blue tint of the water.

You felt for your cold neck, grazing your soft fingertips over the ripped piece of cotton wrapped around your neck. A sense of melancholy suddenly filled your mind, missing the man that appeared before you and swept you off your fins. You looked around the bare ocean, whispering a silent prayer to whatever may be listening. Oshun? Ikatere? Whoever ears it fell upon, you'd hope they'd hear you.

"Please come back tomorrow..."

You bowed your head before darting back under the deep blue, blazing through the current with no other goal than to get home safely. It was hard to describe this feeling of grief. Maybe it was the promise he muttered that remained broken, or maybe it was his sense of style with those iron-clad claws and shiny teeth. He hadn't left your mind since he sailed away, but you sure left his. You cozied up next to the soft pink anemone, allowing its tentacles to flick and wave at your nose.

The ocean surface went from gentle pinks obscured by ripples of water to pitch black. The inky sky glowed with speckles of stars as you laid back on your lively 'pillow', gently running your fingers through the rough nylon of the rope attached to your waist. You thought to yourself for a moment, dancing over the buttery kapa fabric that covered your chest. It was just like every other night, staring at the water's edge while you attempted to lull yourself to sleep. But there was a sudden urge for you to get up and swim out far east.

You gasped, hopping up at the speed of light, tail twitching with an unfamiliar sensation. Your iridescent scales glimmered under the moon...something was nagging you to swim east. So what did you do? Swam as far right as you could.

"Tú en mi cama..." Miles muttered, deep purple Prowler mask glimmering in the moonlight as music flooded his brain. He knew he was stupid for sailing out in the middle of the sea for no reason, but he had to see that pretty little mermaid again. The one with the big beady eyes and the baby-soft skin, yeah. That one. It had been two years since he last saw that face, and you've been burned into his brain ever since. So now here he was, out in the middle of the sea as his new watch spewed out coordinates for him to follow.

Still in that same red cargo ship he stole two years prior, he sped out into the uncharted waters in pursuit of the woman with the blue skin. and the perfect scales. It was a dark and eery atmosphere as he voyaged forward. The ghostly hue of the moonlight led him forward, serving as his candle in the abyss. The ocean shimmered, each wave highlighted by the fluorescent white as Miles put the engine in reverse and allowed the boat to bob above the water.

He stepped away from the helm of the ship, his heavy-duty boots making a loud thudding sound against the deck as he swung both legs against the railing. He hummed along to the reggaeton music that was blasting through his headphones and took another glance over the sea line. His twin braids swayed gently with the low whistling of the wind, as the cold air kissed every inch of Miles' exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Everything seemed to follow a pattern; the waves would flow and crash against the ship, and the wind would puppeteer his braids. Until there was a familiar deviation in the water.

You darted forward, ducking and weaving between corral, debris, and anything that stood in your way as judgment guided you forward. You passed by the little crabs and gave a couple pats to some adorable Mahi-Mahi before you saw it; the strange shadow you were met with long ago. Your eyes widened with hope and adoration, making no effort to conceal your presence as you breached the surface. "Hey!" You shouted upon seeing the familiar purple glow from some sort of mask. The small white eyes widened, glitching from their regular slits to tiny hearts as you swam closer towards the ship.

"Oh, shit-...Chiquita! ¿Cómo has estado? I missed you!" He shouted, lowering down some sort of boat attached to some ropes that he gestured for you to climb into. You held on to the edge of the smaller wooden boat, lifting yourself up with all your strength as you plopped down onto the rickety oak. He hoisted you up, using all his strength to pull you up on the deck with him. The floor of the ship was freezing cold, floorboards creaking under the added body weight as you flopped on the ground. You lifted yourself up on the palms of your hands, coming face-to-face with the strange 'prowler' once again.

"Where have you been! I've been waiting for you for...for...forever! You said you'd be back!" You shouted, wasting no time as your sopping hands grazed over his exposed arms. His skin was cold to the touch and littered with goosebumps as you attempted to take off his mask, earning a low chuckle from the boy in front of you. He grabbed your wrist, gently moving your hands away from his face as he went to speak. "How often do you think I can boat out to the middle of the ocean? Hmm?" He asked, his tone laced with gentle sarcasm and slight heartbreak. He really did want to come back sooner, but time has never been a friend of Miles.

"I see you found more jewelry," he commented, gently taking your glimmering hand in his as he examined the diamonds, aquamarine, gold, and blue calcite that decorated your knuckles. You were worth millions...fins or no fins, you had a killer jewel collection that could fund an entire generation's college ride. Miles sat on the floor so he could be at eye level with you, pulling you in his lap as he collapsed his retractable mask. "I got jewels too," he mumbled, before opening his mouth just enough for you to see the shimmery glint of...teeth jewelery?

Your eyes widened, pupils dilating as you leaned forward to get a good look at his mouth. His sharp canines were covered by a silver outline, while his bottom teeth were lined with what looked like pure diamonds as you ran your fingertips against the smooth metal. "This is...wow," you sighed, admiring the sparkling gems as Miles smirked at your reaction. "This is called a grill," He muttered, closing his jaws before you made an attempt to put your head in his mouth. You nodded, still processing his flashy sense of style as he scanned over your ethereal garments and figure.

"So what y'all be doin' down there? What's it like on the ocean floor?" Miles asked, gently kissing the thenar of your palm as your hand came to caress his face. You thought for a minute, letting the cold wind blow against your frostbit skin. "It's dark...I mean, I have angler fish! But other than the dark, it's very cozy," You shrugged, hands dancing across his black cotton turtle neck. "It's got a lot of cool things, and a lot of coins. Definitely a lot of coins..." You chuckled, feeling the soaked fabric trickle water down the nape of your neck.

"Damn...New York is never dark," Miles laughed. His laugh was cold and hollow, but oddly comforting as he fixed your makeshift 'waist beads' made out of a piece of rope. He took your face in his cold, and rough hands as he admired your perfection. He'd never seen such a pretty girl in his life, and she was miles away out at sea. Your button nose perfectly complimented your full, two-toned lips. Whoever invented that fuckass 'Phi' system was wrong, YOU were the most beautiful girl in the world; with your glimmering scales, flashy gems, and gorgeous eyes.

He wanted to take you back with him and keep you all to himself, so the greed of the world could never reach out and take from you like they took from him. But deep down he knew there wasn't a place for you in his world. He placed a cold, comforting kiss on your collarbone as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "C'mon, tell me about what you did while I was gone," Miles chuckled, hoisting you up as he waltzed toward the helm of the ship. He wanted his conscience to narrate his thoughts in your voice, that thick islander accent and velvety tone talking to him about his own moves.

You talked his ear off for hours, sitting pretty on his lap while he learned all about Aycayia culture, what you eat in a day, and how prevalent 'rare' gems are in the deep blue sea. He didn't care that he was soaked from head to toe, or that he was losing feeling in his legs the longer you stayed on his lap. He just wanted to hold you for a little bit longer as you mindlessly fiddled with his silver chain. His hands gently caressed your hair before reaching into his back pocket to pull out a small pinkish purple metal 'watch'. "I gotta go, I'm so sorry..." he muttered, attaching it to your wrist as the futuristic bracelet emitted a soft glow.

Your head cocked to the side, trying to make sense of the strange device. "This will show me your coordinates. Don't lose it. I'm gonna bring you with me one day, I promise," He mumbled, holding you as close as possible. The wind sang a song of melancholy, the ocean coming to a still as you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. You wanted him to stay, to tell you more stories of his life as 'The Prowler'. You hated the idea of not seeing him for another two years, tears pricking at your waterline as you smushed your cheek against his.

"I really...really love you. Please don't take too long...?" You whispered, the top half of your body hanging off the rim of the ship.

"...I love you too."

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A Helping Hand - Part 2

Summary: Boba helps you through your heat.

Pairing: alpha!Boba Fett x fem!omega!Reader

Wordcount: 8.7k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Modern AU, Zombie Apocalypse AU, A/B/O dynamics (scenting, knotting, etc.), explicit sexual content, dom!Boba, sub!Reader, older man/younger woman, implied age gap, unprotected sex, cream pies, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), masturbation, come kink, dirty talk, gentle verbal degradation, cock warming

This is part of my Zombie Apocalypse AU. Please note that “Sunshine” is essentially Reader from the Paz version but I had to give her a nickname somehow to make sure she is still part of this. I really hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it. It has been way too long since, so if you’re interested in a part two, let me know!

ONE MONTH LATER AND HERE WE ARE WHOOP WHOOP! Thank you everyone for your lovely and kind feedback on the first part – it really was not a very difficult decision to write a second part then. :D I had so much fun writing this – it is basically all smut and fun and a little bit of filth and fluff. The perfect combination to start the weekend with, in my opinion. I hope you are all doing well and pretty please let me know what you thought of this concluding part! Your comments really do mean the world to me.

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Sleeping in Boba’s truck was pure bliss.

After all, that man had this space all for himself and while it served as the main car to store things in, especially when you were on the move, it still offered so much more mattress real estate than when you shared with Chants.

What was not bliss, however, was sleeping during your heat. Alone.

Because that was what you were. Completely alone.

Boba had brought you to his truck and made sure that you were settled and had everything you could possibly need during the night. (He even pointed out his stash of emergency snacks and got you an extra bottle of water so you could stay hydrated.) But then, he had kissed you on the cheek (“Good night, princess, sweet dreams.”) and had turned his back to you to go to Chant’s truck.

You had gawked at his back for a sold three minutes, too stunned to remember you were in heat. You had been sure – so sure – that he would stay with you. That he would continue to scent you and maybe even help you take the edge off in more intimate ways than just his nose on your neck.

But no, Boba Fett had left you all alone.

And you had been too shy to ask him back.

So, you had huffed and crawled into the sheets, determined to remain angry at him for as long as you could and let him feel just how aching he had left you.

Turns out, having his scent envelope you completely made staying mad at him significantly harder than you had been prepared for. Everything smelled of him from the bed sheets to the pillowcases to the soft shirt you had found crumpled up in the corner. Probably the one he wore to bed.

Before you knew it, you had started rearranging everything in your reach until the edges were covered in bunched-up bedding and pillows and everything you touched was soft and smelled of the alpha that had just scented you. You pulled his shirt close, trying to tell yourself you were not a total creep when you lifted it to your nose, breathing in his scent.

But with how your abdomen tended to cramp up, you were willing to do everything to the pain to ease just the slightest bit.

And if that led to your fingers straying between your thighs, no one had to know.

The next morning hit you like a truck. On one hand, you were glad that you had managed to catch a few hours of sleep. On the other hand, you felt like that sleep had only made things worse. You were barely awake, perceiving the world like you were packed in thick cotton, everything just kind of passing you by and not really reaching you.

All you wanted to do was to stay curled up in your nest, sip on some water and have Boba come and visit you. The thought of cuddling into him filled you with such a yearning, that it was almost painful.

Still, you made it a point to join everyone for breakfast. You wanted to prove to Charlie (and everyone, really) that the lack of suppressant was not a hiccup that would affect the group in the long run. You wanted to show them that you were fine, that you could handle the things life had thrown at you.

That you could still be a useful member of the group.

You were the last to get up, that much was obvious, but when Grogu handed you a bowl of porridge, some extra berries sprinkled on top, you were oddly touched that they had still saved you some breakfast. The only available space was next to Boba which filled you with relief.

“You don’t look too good, dear,” Moira commented, her brows pulled together with worry and you tried your best to muster a half-passable smile that would convince her to leave alone.”

“It’s fine,” you waved her off as you sat down. Maybe you were dizzier than you had thought or Boba had shifted but suddenly the entire length of his thigh was pressed against yours, his body heat seeping through the layers of fabric and making you feel that much closer.

Stoically looking at your bowl, you tried to ignore how his proximity caused your heart to race. Or how your body temperature had risen by what felt like ten degrees.

The breakfast passed in silence. At least for you. You could hear the others faintly talking or moving around the camp. One time Din cursed so loud about something that you flinched, your body only relaxing when Boba pressed his leg tighter against yours, letting you know that “You’re safe, princess, no worries. It was just Din.”

When you finished your bowl, you felt full but not in the way you wanted.

“Here,” Boba said, handing you another bowl full of fresh berries that had your mouth watering, “You need to eat.”

You wanted to glare at him, but there was a softness in his eyes that gave you pause.

“Eat,” he instructed you, a mischievous smile forming on his lips, “You’re gonna need your strength, little one.”

Damn, this man.

Today was simply not your day.

Which, of course, made it the perfect day for Briggs to decide that now was the time to pack up and move.

You were staring numbly at the ground. You couldn’t even try to remember how you had gotten from breakfast to standing in the group again but by the stench in the air, you knew that everyone was there and not even Boba’s scent could overpower it.

If you focussed hard enough, you could get the gist of whatever Briggs was saying but as soon as you realized that he really wanted to move camp, panic took over. You tried to even your breathing and to give the impression that you were okay. That it didn’t take everything in you to simply stand there and look as neutral as possible.

A hand landed on your shoulder and you flinched. It was warm, his fingertips rough on your shoulder where the skin was not covered by the strap of your top. Instantly, you wished for him to tug that strap down your shoulder and take your top off and maybe lavish your chest with attention before he would go lower and –

“Princess,” Boba drawled and your thighs pressed together, “Were you listening?”

You must have looked at him just as confused because he tilted his head, stepping closer, almost as if he was shielding you from everyone’s gaze. Not that you cared – or noticed – because all you could focus on was his face right before yours. There was that furrow between his brows as he mustered you up and down and you wanted to smooth the wrinkles on his forehead and tell him he didn’t have to worry about you.

“Briggs asked you if you were okay with travelling today,” he repeated gently, his voice a rumble that came from somewhere in his chest, “I think maybe we should stay a few more nights, let you ride out your heat in peace. What do you think, ‘mega?”

Panic filled you at the prospect of your heat hindering, maybe even endangering, the entire group. It was embarrassing enough that everybody got to witness you at your weakest and most vulnerable moment. You did not also want to be the reason that a horde of wandering zombies would block your path to safety.

“No, I’m – I’m okay!” you protested loudly, your voice ringing in your ears, “I’m – I’m barely affected, we can go anytime.”

“I don’t think that is the best idea,” Sunshine interjected from where she was standing next to Paz, “You really don’t look too well.”

“She’s right,” Altarf nodded and it was only now that you noticed he was standing right beside you, “Are you feeling all right, lass?”

He reached his hand out to land on your shoulder and you practically jumped back, fear filling you at the thought that this stinking alpha wanted to touch you.

“Don’t touch her,” Boba hissed and you whimpered, backing into him. He was so close and smelled safe and when he put his hand around your shoulder, his finger subtly brushed over your scent gland, making you shiver.

The tension was high and Altarf looked both alarmed and apologetic, his hands up in the air as if to show he had meant no harm. And you truly believed he didn’t.

“If she says she’s fine, she’s fine,” Briggs announced, pulling the attention back to him, “And we do not have the time to wait until they come to find us. We have the chance to move now and we should take it.”

No one protested this time.

The next twelve hours were absolute torture.

“Drink some more water, dear,” Moira handed you a bottle from the front seat.

“If I drink any more water, we definitely have to make a bathroom stop,” you refused, “And I can’t have Din glaring at me any more than he already is.

“Don’t worry about him. Besides, you’re sweating out a waterfall, honey,” Sluice commented, steering the car right behind Din’s, “It’s important to stay hydrated.”

“Staying hydrated is the least of my problems,” you brought out, right as a new wave of craps hit you. This one made you feel delirious and you blindly fished for the water bottle and tilted your head back against the seat.

Usually, you drove with Chants, Sluice and Moira joining Altarf and Briggs respectively. But after the moment this morning, the women had declared that they would drive with you and you had never felt more grateful. They knew what heats were like and while it was still embarrassing, you felt somewhere relaxed around them, allowing yourself to show your pain.

“Perhaps a certain guitar-playing, princess-calling alpha will help you with those,” Sluice’s eyes met yours in the rear-view mirror and she wriggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh, shut up,” you grumbled, pulling up your knees to your chest as you watched the destroyed highway pass you by.

You stopped for the night in what used to be South Dakota.

It was dark by the time you found a good place to stay and you did not need to be an expert to realize that the mood was significantly worse than you had feared. Everybody was kind of quiet, staying to themselves while car doors were slammed shut and crates of groceries set down a little too harshly.

“At this pace, we won’t reach Wisconsin for another three weeks,” Paz grumbled, “Might as well make our way back south if we want to be there by winter.”

You watched as Sunshine put her hand on his arm, saying something under her breath that had the giant man relax. But that did not have the same effect on everyone else.

“If we didn’t have to stop so much, we would be halfway there already,” Briggs snapped and your heart cracked a little at his obvious jab at you.

“Well now,” Moira said gently in her no-nonsense voice from where she was preparing their car, “Bathroom breaks are only natural – especially in this heat.”

That seemed to be the trigger word because the grey-haired man turned to you. “You said you wouldn’t have a problem driving today. You said your heat didn’t affect you.”

Even through the haze of your heat, you knew you were fucked. And the panic wasn’t helped by the fact that an angry alpha was scowling at you, his tone more than accusatory. You knew Briggs well enough to know that he wasn’t really mad at you. Normally the man made it a point to be nice to everyone. But you had one close encounter too many and the worry for the group manifested in him into a ball of negative feelings that were now directed at you.

“I,” you swallowed, your throat feeling dry, “I –“

“I don’t need to hear excuses,” he interrupted you, “I need to hear that it won't happen again.”

You could feel tears pricking your eyes and you took a deep breath, trying to filter all of them out. All except for Boba.

“Briggs,” Sunshine called from somewhere, sounding very displeased at the same time as Boba stalked towards the older man.

You watched wide-eyed as your alpha stared down the other. You couldn’t remember when or if you had ever seen Boba so angry. His shoulders were pushed back, his hands curled up in fists that made the veins stand out,

“Don’t you dare put it on her,” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear, “We all made that call. We all knew the condition she was in. You don’t get to blame her for things not going your way, Briggs.”

“You okay, honey?” Sluice asked you in a whisper and you only managed to nod, still gawking at Boba who had come to your defence so fiercely.

He truly looked like he was ready to throw punches, his muscles bulging under his flannel and you bit your lips, your wet panties getting even wetter at the sight of him. His scent had spiked too, a spicier note now mixed in with the woodiness.

Briggs scoffed, “Yeah well maybe it is time someone fucking knots her or we will be so slow we might’ve stayed in Wyoming after all.”

The sound of bones crunching made everyone move.

You watched in a trance as Paz and Din rushed forward, separating the two angry men from each other. Sluice was close behind. Bernie handled the kids while Sunshine shouted something at her oldest friend. But all you could focus on was the blood running from Briggs’s nose and the way Boba shook out his fist as if he was ready to go again.

“Hey, let’s sit down somewhere,” You recognized Chants’s familiar form and followed him to his truck where he sat you down on the passenger seat.

It was only then you noticed you were shaking like a leaf.

Chants’s car was parked by the side of what had been declared the fire pit, so you still had the best view of everything that was happening. You could see Boba in a heated conversation with Din and Altarf while Paz, Sunshine and Sluice were all talking to Briggs who was holding a hand to his bloody nose.

“He – he did that,” you stuttered out.

“Boba?” Chants checked, “Yeah, that was a pretty spot-on punch.”

“He did that to defend … me.”

“Of course, he did, silly,” your friend said as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and handed you a bottle from somewhere, “Now you drink some water and then I will make sure you have some privacy and rest, okay?”

You nodded, gripping the metal as hard as you could. You tried to focus on the difference in temperature and the way the earthy ground felt under your shoes.

Boba did not come to check up on you which made you aware of the fact that you had hoped he would. Instead, he helped Moira and Paz with dinner and you allowed yourself to look at him whenever the cramps got too bad.

Spacing out into daydreams while occasionally sipping on the water helped to tide you over but you were still very relieved when Chants came and told you that Boba’s truck was ready for you to hide in. There was nothing you wanted to do more than to take off your clothes, curl up in your nest and breathe in his scent.

“Here, we have some dinner!”

“Oh, that’s lovely, Grogu, thank you,” you grimaced, reaching out to take the bowl.

“Don’t you want to sit down with us? Briggs saved you a seat,” the little boy leant forward with a whisper, “I think he feels bad for the mean things he said.”

Another wave of cramps hit you.

“I, uh, I better think not,” you pressed out, standing up to walk with him towards where everyone was gathered. Indeed, there was a space free next to Briggs. Between him and Boba, to be exact. But instead of following Grogu to the group, you continued your path to the safety of the truck.

There was no need to explain. Everyone who would have needed to know already knew and you caught Briggs nodding at you. He did look a little apologetic but if he was sincere, then his apology could wait until you didn’t feel like your body was trying to rip itself in half.

“What’s wrong with her?” Grogu asked and your stomach dropped, a new cramp making you press your palm to your abdomen. You could feel your panties get wetter by the second, the blood burning in your veins and you bit your lip so hard you would not be surprised if it started bleeding.

“Maybe she does need an alpha to help her through it,” you could hear Din joke drily, “Poor thing got her head in the clouds.”

Only a few more steps to Boba’s truck and then you would be safe in the dark.

“For fuck’s sake, Din, leave her alone,” you could hear Boba cuss, “Or you want me to break your nose too?”

“No violence at dinner, boys,” Moira chimed in, sounding very amused, “We had that discussion already.”

But somewhere deep down, with your fingers in your pussy and your teeth gritted on Boba’s pillow, you knew Din was right.

You needed an alpha.

You made it your mission to ask him the next day. After all, it could not get any more embarrassing than it already was. Everybody knew what was up and you got the feeling that maybe Din’s and Briggs’ comments hadn’t meant to expose your feelings for him but the other way around.

Or maybe that was just wishful thinking, fuelled by the hormones that seemed to rule your body.

You spent the entire day agonizing over whether to ask Boba and – when you had finally decided that you really should ask him –how to ask him to spend the night (and his life) with you.

Chants and Moira’s chatter did little to distract you from your anxiety and paired with the cramps and the burning desire to have someone fuck you all the way to Sunday, the hours felt like dozens of lifetimes.

And yet, when you finally put up camp in a place you had never heard of, it felt like no time had passed at all. Your heart was racing in your chest and you kept fiddling with your hands, observing the alpha out of the corners of your eyes to gauge when a good time would be to ask him. You did not want to have the entire camp listen to your more than intimate conversation.

His rejection would be embarrassment enough.

The moment arrived just after dinner. The group had split with everyone just doing their own thing. Altarf and Bernie had taken over the first guarding shift and you could spot Paz and Sunshine making their way to their truck already. Briggs and Moira were with the kids, telling them a good night story, while Din, Sluice and Chants were doing dishes.

Only Boba was left sitting by the fire, working on a little wooden figurine.

This was your moment.

Your legs were shaking by the time you gathered the courage to stand up from your place by the truck. It was quite a bit away from the fire which meant that had to put a lot of focus on walking and breathing and not overthinking and putting one foot in front of the other and not paying any mind to the way your head got so hazy around him and stars why did he smell so good and –

“Hey, Boba.”

The older man looked up from where had flitted the knife against the wood, his brows pulled together.

“Are you okay, ‘mega?”

You suppressed a whimper at the deep rumble in his chest. He looked so comfortable with the flannel pulled over his thick arms and the rolled-up sleeves that let you see his forearms. Everything in your body wanted you to just sit on his lap and put your lips against his jaw and your pussy on his cock.

Pressing your lips together, you mustered a little smile. “Yeah, uh, do, uh, do you have a minute?”

“’Course,” he muttered, setting his knife aside and following you a few steps away from the glow of the embers.

Your skin was burning so much, you could barely concentrate.

Hidden in the shadows, you felt a little safer, a little less observed. But there was something about having him so close to you, that had your tongue heavy in your mouth and your thoughts so much slower in your head.

“About what Din said,” you started carefully, trying to remember the talking points you had put together in the car.

But Boba was faster than you-

“Listen, princess, I am so sorry,” he said lowly, his hand brushing against yours, “I lost my temper at Briggs and that was not okay. I would never –“

“Would you knot me?”

Oh shit, that had not been the plan.

The sheer panic of it all had your head completely empty as you stared at him in complete shock for a few seconds.

“You can say no if you want,” you rushed out, already trying to control the damage, “Sorry, I’m, I don’t think I’m thinking clearly and when Din said that I think he was right and then I thought about the available alphas and you came to mind and uh, yeah,” you trailed off, your voice growing quieter, “You can say no.”

Only he did not say no.

To be exact, he didn’t say anything.

Boba simply looked at you.

“Are you serious?” he asked you, then, “Are you sure?”

Too shy to say anything, you merely nodded.

“Oh omega,” he breathed and it was unfair how that word alone, in his voice, sent a shiver down your spine.

“I am sorry I made you ask,” he murmured, taking a step closer to you, “I am not a small man and if I do get to knot you, omega, if I get to come inside you, you need to know one thing.”

“Anything.”

His lips quirked up at your eager tone, “It won’t be the last time.”

Your eyes widened, “You mean, uh, do you mean –“

“I mean I want to mate you, little one,” he stated, the hint of a smile on his lips as he raised his hand to cup your neck. His thumb brushed over your scent gland you tilted your head back for him. “Not right now, not tonight,” he amended, “But eventually, I would very much like to be your alpha. And for you to be my omega.”

If anyone had told you that the result of your heat would be Boba Fett asking you to be his mate, you would have thrown the entire package of suppressants in the ocean without a second thought.

“Do you want that too?” he checked in, the tip of his nose running over your scent gland and causing another wave of wetness to run down your thighs. At this point, you were completely drenched and you felt weak in your knees.

“Yes,” you nodded, hardly believing our luck, “Yes, I want that, alpha.”

He groaned, cupping your face in his hands, “You have no idea how hard I get at you calling me that.”

You smiled, pushing your hips against his, “I think I have an idea.”

Boba laughed at that, his hands warm and big on your face before he pulled you in for a kiss that really had your knees wobbling. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him

“Let’s go somewhere more private, princess,” he winked, “Good thing I parked a little further away.”

You gasped, “Did you – You knew!”

“I had a suspicion,” he admitted, his hand brushing over your side before grabbing yours, “But then you came from just me scenting you the other day and I knew that maybe I did have a chance with you.”

“You always had a chance with me,” you brought out quietly, squeezing his hand.

The big alpha led you over to his truck. You had left the doors open in an attempt to take advantage of the cool evening air and hoped it would help you stay cooler in the night. But now that you, you felt yourself get both needier and more nervous at the same time.

And Boba noticed. Of course, he noticed.

“Are you okay, omega?” he asked you, a concerned look on his face.

“It’s not that,” you shook your head quickly, trying to ignore the dizziness that overtook you at the motions. “It’s just, it’s, um, it’s been a long time,” you admitted shyly, your back pressed against the cold metal of the truck, “I – I mean, not only my heat but I –“

With his hands on your hips, Boba stepped right against you. “It’s okay,” he assured you, “we can stop anytime.”

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” you murmured, “I – I can barely think, alpha, everything hurts and I don’t know what to do and I –“ you cut yourself off with a frustrated huff and took a deep breath. Boba’s scent was in the air, immediately causing your shoulders to fall and your pussy to weep.

“You don’t have to focus anymore, omega,” he whispered in your ear, one hand gliding up your side over your waist and to your chest, “I am here now. I will take care of you. You don’t have to think anymore, just enjoy.”

His words caused a full-body shiver in you, the kind that reached all your muscles and made your eyes flutter. It felt like a weight was lifted off you, the tension and energy that it had taken to pretend finally showing their effect on you.

Feeling his thumb brush over your clothed nipple, you arched your back towards him, a whimper leaving your lips.

He hummed, “Our goal today is just to have you feel better, okay? There is no disappointing me, omega, okay? You couldn’t disappoint me even if you tried.”

“Okay, alpha,” you breathed.

His fingers pinched your nipple lightly and you bit your lip.

“Is there something you don’t want me to do today?”

You shook your head, the words feeling heavy on your tongue. “I can’t,” you swallowed heavily, “I can’t really focus now, alpha.”

“Okay,” he said, “We will have that talk tomorrow then. For now, if you want to stop, for any reason, you say sandwich okay?”

You nodded, watching through half-lidded eyes as he pulled the neckline of your top down, baring you to the chilly night air.

“I need you to repeat that for me,” he murmured, watching your nipple pebble under his ministrations.

You let your head fall back against the truck, pushing your chest out for him. “Sandwich.”

“And when do you say it?”

“When I want to stop,” you gasped when he lightly pulled, “For whatever reason.”

That seemed to appease him because he leant down and licked a hot stripe over your right tit.

“Good girl,” he praised you now, sending a new set of cramps to your core, “Now how about we get you settled in your nest, hm? Want me to take my clothes off here or inside?”

“Shoes here,” you said, already half crawling onto the mattress, “Clothes inside.”

Surrounded by your nest and with your alpha closing the car doors, you already felt so much better. You sighed, sinking back into the sheets and stripping your clothes. You threw them to the front seat, not wanting anything that didn’t smell like him next to you.

You had not even noticed how your hand had wandered between your legs, your fingers circling your clit. You were sopping wet, your fingers gliding over your folds and you moaned.

Boba entered through the last open door, his frame filling out the open space so easily.

“Stars,” he groaned, his nose twitching, “If it smells anything more like you, I’m gonna come in my pants.”

“Really?” you asked, a little embarrassed, “For me, it still smells like you.”

He paused, a soft look in his eyes, when he crawled onto your nest, closing the door behind him. The sound seemed to finalize everything. Here you both were. In your nest. You in your heat and him wanting to knot you.

You watched with bated breath as he took off his shirt, exposing his broad chest and belly and the little scars on them that made your heart ache. Your fingers twitch, rubbing over your clit again and you gasped, your body pulling you back down into the w<spiral of desire when he bent down and kissed you lightly.

“That didn’t bother you?” he asked, an amused glint in his eyes, “The smell of an old alpha around?”

“You’re not old,” you frowned, leaning up on your elbows, “Briggs is old but you’re – you’re – oh!”

His mouth closed around your nipple, his tongue rolling over the sensitive nub and your head lolled back. Your legs spread out of their own accord and it could not have been a coincidence that the broadness of his body fit there perfectly.

“Still much older than you,” he teased with his teeth around your nipple, gently pulling. You felt like you were about to come on the spot, your hands flying to his shoulders, unsure if you wanted to push him away or pull him closer.

“But I think that is just what you need,” he said, switching to the other side while his fingers played with your abused nipple, “An older alpha taking care of you, showing how good it can feel to finally sit on someone’s knot, filled to the brim with come.”

“Oh yes,” you breathed, whimpering when sucked and pulled on the other, “Alpha, please.”

“Please what?” he taunted you, his hand wandering down to where you had touched yourself, “Use your words, my pretty little omega.

“Please fuck me,” you murmured, “P-please knot me. Want to feel so full of you, alpha. P-please.”

“Pretty little omega begging just for me, huh?” he mocked you, looking right at you when his thick fingers swiped through your folds for the first time.

Your entire body jolted with arousal, the effect much more drastic than when you touched yourself. Your pussy felt achingly empty and you could feel your walls clench, your thighs already drenched with your juices. He seemed to take note of it, his fingers a little more careful when he rubbed over your clit.

It did not take long until your hands landed on his shoulders, though you were unsure if you wanted to keep him there or push him away. “A-alpha,” you whimpered,

“Look at me, omega,” he ordered, “Look at me, princess, wanna see you when you come.”

Oh, that was that feeling.

Your body suddenly made a whole lot more sense to you and you tried to keep your eyes open. Dark eyes met yours and his intense gaze paired with his fingers expertly playing you like a fiddle did not do anything to stem the oncoming climax that built up in your core.

“Alpha!” you called, fingers gripping his shoulders tightly, “I’m – I – I’m gonna –“

“That’s it, princess,” he encouraged you, his movements speeding up. When his mouth landed on the crease of your inner thigh, planting a kiss so close to where you needed him most. “Come for me, ‘mega, let me feel you squeeze my fingers real tight before I work my cock in here, hm?”

Furrowing your bows in confusion, your lips formed an O when he pushed a single finger inside you. He was not a small man and his fingers were definitely larger than yours. But when your body was feeling like it was overdue on his, that was definitely not a bad thing.

The knot in your core sprung apart so suddenly, you felt your back arch off the bed. It felt better than anything you had ever experienced before and when Boba moved his mouth right over your fold, sucking on your clit while pumping his finger inside you, you swore you saw stars.

“There we go, princess,” he praised you, helping you ride the last waves, “Taste so fucking delicious.”

Relaxing back into the pillows, you squeezed his shoulders, trying to get him to move up. And he did, following your hands like you needed until his face hovered over yours and you could feel the warmth of his body on yours.

“Hi,” he smiled, bumping his nose against yours.

You giggled, raising your finger to run them over the little crinkles next to his eyes.

“Hi, alpha,” you breathed, seeing his eyelids flutter at the title.

His hips pressed against yours. You could feel his erection straining against the fabric of his jeans and you jerked, lifting your hips to get some more friction against your clit.

“Ready?” he checked in, “You still want my knot?”

“Stars, please,” you breathed, running your hand over his chest to the bulge in his pants, squeezing it lightly, “Boba, I – I really want this.”

“Good,” he smiled before pulling away from you. You whimpered, your fingers hooking into his belt loops to keep him close. But Boba would not be stopped and he chuckled when he saw the disappointed look on your face.

“Don’t you worry,” his hand ran over your ankle while the other fiddled with his zipper, “I will be back in just a second.”

“You better,” you tried to sound more teasing and less pouty, spreading your legs to show your glistening folds, “Or I have to take care of myself again.”

In a move fuelled by courage and desire, you ran your finger over your folds, dipping it barely inside your weeping pussy before pulling away again. It made your entire body thrum, especially when you saw the way he looked at you.

Boba growled, pulling his pants down his legs. “You better leave that pussy alone,” he warned you, his hand wrapping around his thick cock, “There is only one person that makes you come tonight and that is me. Understood?”

In theory, his words were a guaranteed turn-on. In practice, you were too distracted by the sight of his cock to really listen to him. He looked big, and thick, like he would stretch you in the most delicious ways. He climbed back onto the bed, right between your legs and you held your arms out to him.

Your thighs ached by how much you had to spread them to accommodate his size. This was not helped by the fact that you finally – finally! – felt his cock brush against your wetness. It was like your brain short-circuited, all nerve endings

There was a concentrated look in his eyes as he grabbed his shaft, rubbing it over your folds to gather your juices on him. It made you tremble, everything you aching for him. But Boba did not budge, his tip catching more than once on your hole but he did not even look like he intended to push inside you anytime soon.

But your body would not have it.

Before you could say anything, however, the man above you finally moved. His eyes met yours and time stood still, the air full of tension, when you felt him slowly push inside you. All the yearning for something inside you suddenly turned into sheer overwhelm at the sensation of

Boba noticed your tension immediately – of course, he did.

“Deep breaths, omega,” he rumbled, his eyes soft and warm, “Deep breaths. You know what to say when you need to stop?”

You nodded, biting your lip. You reached out to him, your hands landing on his shoulder and he was so warm, so comfortable, you wanted nothing more.

Once the tip was inside you, you let out the breath you had not realised you had been holding. It was a strange sensation of finally being completely but also being stretched wider than you ever had before. How could your body make you feel like you were about to burst because of how empty and how full you were at the same time?

Your walls clenched, making you realise just how big Boba actually was. And he was not even all the way inside you.

“You okay?” he checked in, looking as collected as ever and you wanted to hate him for how good his composure was compared to yours. You felt like a melted puddle made up of desire and want and the inability to put all of that into words.

“You’re – you’re so big,” you whimpered finally, your thighs trembling around his hips. You angled your knees up, trying to lock your ankles behind his back and Boba pushed further inside you, making you both gasp.

“Aw,” he cooed, “Does my sweet omega not think she can take it?”

You looked at him with wide eyes and shook your head, ignoring how tight your pussy had gotten at his words. He felt truly giant inside you. Thick and long and so hot.

Boba contemplated for a second, looking at your pussy and heat rose into your face that he must look at such an intimate place, right where he pushed inside you. He shifted his weight onto only one arm, his free fingers brushing over your clit and your entire body twitched.

“Wish I had a camera,” he confessed, “The way your pussy grips my cock, that’s some art right there … You wanna see?”

Cheeks burning, you nodded, pushing yourself up on your elbows to look down. Stars, he was right. His hand was big, his thumb rubbing over your slit while his other fingers held you open for him.

“Look at how pretty your pussy is,” he murmured, his lips pressing a kiss against your temple, “Look at how you’re taking my cock.”

His shaft was wet when he pulled back a little and you watched with baited breath as he pushed in a gain a little further, this time eliciting a moan from you. The smile on his face was both proud and mischievous and his thumb started circling your clit.

“What was that?”

“H-harder,” your fingers squeezed his shoulders, “Please, alpha, I need it harder.”

“Harder, hm?” he teased you, “Does my omega want to be fucked properly?”

You nodded eagerly, trying your best to move your hips against him. But with each thrust, Boba pinned his hips against yours, effectively stopping your movements and making him the sole person in control.

Another gasp left you, one that bordered on a moan. But in the back of your mind, you were still very much aware that your sounds were shielded by nothing more than the window glass of the car. And your friends were not that far away.

“There we go,” Boba praised you, his thumb flicking your clit, “Let it all out, princess, want to feel you come apart on my cock.”

You bit your lips, feeling the all-familiar tingle in your toes and fingertips as your body registered nothing but please and please and pleasure.

His movement got slower but heavier, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars and seemed to push the air out of your lungs. “You can do it,” he encouraged you, his breath washing over your face, “I can feel that pussy squeezing me, hm? Don’t you want to come for me? Don’t you want to feel what it’s like to be filled up by your alpha?”

Everything seemed too much all at once and your body, so focussed on the way the knot in your core got tighter by the second, could not even manage to nod for him. All you did manage to do was blindly reach for him, running your palms over the sides of his throat, colouring him in your scent and Boba growled, his hips snapping against yours again.

“Do that again and I’ll have no choice but to knot you,” he grunted, his head buried in your neck and you could feel his teeth scrape over your scent gland. Your entire body shuddered and you could feel your pussy drench him even more.

“Oh, you liked that, huh?” he mocked you, pulling away so he could look into your eyes. You felt fuzzy, like you were floating beyond the clouds already with your body finally receiving what you had needed. But you were not too far gone to think that the internal image of Boba knotting you, coming inside you, was the biggest turn-on.

“Oh yes, you did,” he realized quietly, almost as if speaking to himself. “I thought about waiting,” he revealed, his hips steadily working against yours, “Thought about how maybe I should get you used to my cock first before plugging you up like that,” you tried to ignore how your pussy fluttered at his choice of words, “But maybe that’s not necessary, after all, maybe my precious omega wants to be knotted by an old alpha because she is so needy, hm?”

He kissed you open-mouthed, coaxing your tongue against his. “What do you say, little one?” he breathed against you, “Are you so needy you want my knot today? Are you that desperate for my cock?”

You could not even form an answer because it was exactly this question that had you coming apart for him. And that, in turn, seemed to have Boba come apart. You were both clutching at each other, your muscles tensing until you felt light as a feather. Boba still ground against you, the base of his cock swelling and you could feel his knot forming.

It had been years since your last intimate encounter and you did not consider yourself to be particularly inexperienced. But you had never been knotted before. Your breath caught in your throat caught between the ecstasy that was running through your veins and the little bit of fear in your mind at the completely new sensation.

But the way Boba held you, the way he tilted his head to kiss you so softly while working his knot inside you, had any doubts you might have had completely disappear. You could feel him throbbing, feel him pumping you full of his come, while his thrusts got shallower until his knot kept him inside you completely.

You were both quiet for a little while and you tried to catch your breath, your head feeling clearer than it had in weeks.

Boba was still above you, his chest heaving with breaths and you enjoyed the way his body was pressed against yours though you quickly became aware of the heavy weight. As did he.

“Let me turn us around, alight, princess?” he asked softly and you appreciated how he kept his voice quiet so as not to disturb the calm peacefulness that filled the car.

You nodded, shifting your legs to help him turn you both onto your sides. You straightened one leg, having it press against the front of his, while he kept his hand on the knee of your other leg, making sure it stayed hooked over his hip.

It opened you up again and you gasped when you felt his cock pump another load of come inside you. You could feel the tightness in your lower belly, heat rising to your cheeks and ears.

“Boba!” you murmured, clinging to him, “’s too much …”

“What is too much?” he asked you, his fingers brushing over your knee while he nuzzled into your neck.

“’s too much come,” you whispered, “I feel full.”

“Now don’t be shy about that,” he teased you, kissing your face, “that’s why I got my knot, so it all stays right where it belongs. Does it hurt?”

You took a moment to assess the situation and then shook your head. “Just not used to it, is all,” you replied.

“I promise,” he rumbled, “You will have plenty of chances to get used to this in the future.”

Your walls clenched at his words again and he hummed, his hips shifting against yours.

“Much better, isn’t it?” he checked in, his thumb brushing over your cheek. You smiled at him, your heart swelling with love.

“Yes, alpha,” you sighed, your eyes feeling heavy with post-orgasmic bliss, “Much better.”

The next time you opened your eyes, it was light out.

And you felt, for the first time in days, cold.

“Fuck,” you shivered, cuddling closer to the heat source right in front of you.

Only it wasn’t a blanket or a pillow. It was Boba, dozing right next to you, his hand on his belly, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath he took.

It took you a minute of stunned silence to mentally go over what happened since last night. How you had asked him to help you, how he had confessed he wanted to be your mate, how he had knotted you. The smile on your lips could not be concealed for the life of you as you stared at your sleeping hunk of a man.

“Better take a picture,” he mumbled, peeking one eye open with a mischievous smile, “Might last longer.”

“How long have you been awake?” you asked him instead, leaning over him to plant a kiss on his lips. You could feel his stubble coming and you raised your fingers to brush over his face.

“Long enough to feel how cold you are,” he replied, rolling you both over until you were on your back. His fingers gripped your chin, his dark eyes looking at you so softly, “Need some warming up, princess?”

“Oh,” you whimpered, the sound a result of both your surprise and the little twinge you felt between your legs.

You wanted to smooth over the furrow in his brows immediately, “What’s wrong?”

“I feel a little sore,” you admitted, shifting your legs, “From, uh, from yesterday.”

“No worries, princess,” he kissed you again, his tongue running over your bottom lip before his hand wandered from your chin between your breasts to your core, “Lay back and let your alpha handle it.”

The smile on your lips grew only dreamier when you did as he said, leaning back into the soft pillows and giving him some space to work.

Boba wasted no time, his mouth immediately getting to work by planting wet kisses on your inner thighs before moving to your fold and gently eating you out. It felt different to last night, softer and slower and more careful. Though no less pleasurable.

You could feel the wetness kicking in in no time, mixing with his spit your walls fluttered. You squirmed when his fingers spread your pussy lips apart feeling puffy and swollen and just a mess. But one stern look from Boba had you stop your movements.

“Do you trust me?” he asked you and you nodded without a second thought.

His tongue circled your clit, pressing a wet kiss there. You forced yourself to hold still and instead just focus on the tingles he sent up and down your spine. Soon, you were writhing under his tongue, trying to lift up your hips against his mouth.

“Please, I – I want your cock.”

“Nu-uh,” he gripped your thighs tighter, “You only get to come on my tongue today, princess, don’t want to hurt you.”

“But it's my heat,” you pouted, your fingers starting to play with your nipples, “Don’t – Don’t you want to make me happy, alpha?”

He hummed against your clit, sending the pleasure up your body, before pulling away. His lips glistened with your juice and you swore you had never seen anything sexier than Boba Fett between your legs. “Trust me,” he rumbled, licking his lips, “I would do everything to make you happy, little ‘mega, but I refuse to hurt you.”

Your disappointment must have shown on your face because he chuckled before diving back in, his tongue flicking over your clit and making you gush even more.

“Don’t worry, little one, I plan on making it up to you,” he revealed, the timbre of his voice driving you crazy.

“And – oh! – and how do you plan to achieve that, alpha?” you aimed to copy his teasing tone but failed miserably when he sucked on your folds. He already had you so close to the edge but you refused to give in already – not when you wanted to hear what he had to say.

“I could have you sit on my cock on the next drive,” he suggested, a single finger brushing over your clit, “You and me in the truck for hours on end? Sounds like the perfect opportunity to have you bouncing on my cock … would make the hours go by faster, don’t you think?”

The idea took you so by surprise you could barely hide your arousal from it. Or rather: You could not hide your arousal – at all. Boba noticed, of course, and upped his efforts. Slowly pushing one finger inside you, he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked.

And you came.

Much like the entire morning, it was not the kind that made you see stars but the kind that had you melting into the sheets, a happy smile on your lips and the yearning to feel him at your fingertips.

“There we go,” you could hear Boba murmur, pressing a kiss against your thigh again before sitting up, “Good girl. Feel good?”

“Perfect,” you nodded, stretching your arms above your head. You felt like a whole new person, ready to stay in bed and make the most of the rest of your heat with the alpha of your dreams beside you.

But when that alpha of your dreams started getting dressed, you started getting anxious.

“What,” you swallowed, “What are you doing? Are you – are you leaving?”

Boba looked up from where he had half-buttoned his flannel. Stars knew he was a good-looking man but you found it a crime that you would ever have to see him dressed again. The world was deprived of so much, it should not have to be deprived of the glorious sight that was Boba's thick upper body.

“Just to get some breakfast,” he assured you with a smile, his hand reaching out and brushing over your calf, “You wanna come with or stay in your nest?”

“Nest,” you decided promptly, burying your face in the pillow, “And you too.”

Boba grinned, looking genuinely happy, “Alright, princess, I will get us some breakfast and then come straight back to our nest. How does that sound?”

Like heaven.

“Where you think you’re going, princess?”

Three days later you stood in the middle of the campsite, loading a box of groceries onto Briggs’ truck before making your way to Chants and Moira.

That was before Boba’s voice had you halt in your movements and turn around.”

“Uh, I thought, you know with my heat being over,” you shrugged, a little insecure, “Maybe you would like to have your truck back?”

The older man chuckled, flashing his white teeth and he looked so happy, it made your heart clench. He stood so close to you now – a closeness he had not shied away from in the past days, even with the other watching – you could smell him and you closed your eyes, letting the scent of woods and something distinctly Boba filly our nose.

“No way, princess,” he shook his head, his hand gently closing around yours, “You’re driving with me now.”

“Really?”

“Really?” he nodded, his nose brushing over your cheek, “Mates travel together, don’t they?”

Mates.

Your lips quirked up when you followed him to his truck. The one you had spent the last few nights in (much to Din’s and Paz’s amusement who would not keep from teasing their best friend about “finally landing his omega”). The one that had become your home so quickly, with your clothes having their own space next to his, your favourite pillow sitting next to his and your blanket being his arms every night.

“Besides,” he grinned, opening the car door for you, “I remember someone’s pussy drooling at the thought of cock warming me during a drive.”

Your pussy clenched at his words.

You were in for a ride.

#maybege writes #boba fett x reader #boba fett x fem!reader #smut #apocalypse!boba vibes

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His Pretty Plaything

Uncle Ezra x F reader

Warnings: p in v, unclecest (again not blood related!), uhh this took a soft/sweet turn lol so emotions, some angst, pussy slapping, light edging, fingering, not beta’d, lightly edited, all mistakes are mine

Wc: 2629

As the summer was coming to an end, you found yourself tremendously confused with a dash of desperation. It’s been a couple of weeks since your encounter with Uncle Ezra. You think about him and that quite often. Most times your hands are down your pants in a frantic rush to recreate even an ounce of the pure unadulterated ecstasy he made you feel. But it was never enough. Your own hands failed you as you wished for him to come swooping in to take advantage of you again. You craved his cock, his filthy words, the way he claimed you as his. You got a taste and now you wanted more.

Fortunately for you, your dad was planning his end of summer party that he always throws. And you already know who will be in attendance. A little plan hatched in your brain; you were going to seduce Uncle Ezra and get him to fuck you again. You picked out an extra skimpy bikini to wear with a cute light blue sleeveless cover up dress. Excited for the party but more importantly you were excited to be filled by Uncle Ezra again.

The sun had already set as you stomped up the stairs to your room. Tears threatened to fall as you grind your teeth together in frustration and hurt. He ignored you. He never once looked your way no matter what you did. How could he defile you and then just drop you like hot garbage?!

You close the door behind you as you dive face first on your bed, hugging your pillow to your face as you let yourself cry. Feeling so ugly, so unwanted. You knew it was wrong what he did but you liked it. At first, yea you didn’t want him touching you. Didn’t want his advances but the pleasure he bought you was so indescribably incredible. And now. Now he acts as if you don’t even exist. As if you aren’t even there! Fucking bastard!

You cried yourself to sleep that night. Waking up still in your bikini and coverup from yesterday. You felt so disgusted with yourself. Peeling off what little you had on, you grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom for a much needed hot shower.

The hot water felt so good on your skin. The suds running down your body to the drain as you stood under the water, letting it completely cleanse you. Literally and figuratively. In your mind you imagined every inch touched by him being washed away, down the drain, never to come back and soil your skin again.

You put on an old baggy tshirt and some black cotton shorts before heading downstairs to grab some breakfast. As you round the corner going into the kitchen you look up and see your dad and him sitting at the table. Both men stop talking and look up at you as you enter.

“Good morning sweetie, Uncle Ezra and I were just talking. He’s gonna come stay with us for a few months. He’s gonna take the guest room next to yours while his house is under renovations.”

You huffed, “Oh great. Another man who probably leaves his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor and doesn’t clean up after himself. Joy.” You say dryly as you roll your eyes.

“Woah kiddo. That’s not very nice of you. Now I know damn well your daddy cleans up after himself as do I. No need to be a brat about this.”

“Whatever Ezra.” You say with venom in your voice as you grab a pop tart and walk back upstairs.

His eyes widen as his brows raise up in shock at your response.

“Eh don’t let her get to ya man. She’s just a little cranky in the mornings.”

A couple hours pass. . .

After seeing him in your kitchen and getting the lovely news that he’s gonna be staying with you for awhile really soured your whole day. You were laying in bed, scrolling Twitter when you came across a tweet that said ‘the best treatment for good girls’ with a video attached of a girl on her back getting face fucked by one guy and another fucking her pussy.

You bit your lip as you contemplated pressing play on the video.

‘Oh fuck it.’ You thought before hitting play.

The video itself was only nine seconds but it was more than enough to get you turned on. You exited out of Twitter and went to the internet browser hitting incognito mode and searched up your fave porn site.

Rolling on your back with your phone in one hand and the other softly squeezing a tit as you scrolled down the main page. You find a video of two women fucking each other. You decided to click on the video and start watching it.

Your can feel the tingles in your body as your pussy gets wetter. Pulling your shirt up, your tits fall out as you go to pinch your nipple.

You keep tugging and groping your tits before moving down to your cunt. You barely dip your finger in between your folds-

“What the hell is your problem girl?” Ezra demanded as he opened your door without knocking.

“Oh my god get out!” You shout as you jump up quickly removing your finger and trying to cover yourself.

It takes him a second to fully adjust to what he’s seeing before a smirk crosses his face. Reaching for the door behind him, he closes it before taking a couple steps closer to your bed. He places his hands on his hips as his smirk widens into a sinister smile.

“Ah now I get it. This why you were being a brat this morning kiddo? Huh? Poor little virgin got a taste of a real man and she needs more. Is that it baby? My pussy miss her daddy?”

“Oh fuck you Ezra! Me and my pussy do not miss you nor do we want you!”

That wiped the smile right off his face as he steps into your space, grabbing your face in his big hand, squishing your cheeks together.

“Don’t lie to me girl. You and I both know this cunt drools for me. You gone stop acting like a fucking brat or do I need to fuck it out of ya?”

As much as you want him to fuck you, the anger and betrayal from feeling unwanted at the party kept you from just saying yes. Your eyes start getting glassy as you swallow your spit ,

“Fuck. You.”

The sides of his mouth turn up into a smile as he lowers his face right in front of yours, “Oh kiddo. Acting like a brat is gonna get you punished. You don’t even have a clue what you’ve started.” He says in a low, gravelly voice. He turns his face slightly, nose touching your cheek as he slowly trails up to your temple.

An exaggerated moan comes from your phone and you both pause before looking down at the device.

You had completely forgot what you had been doing before you were interrupted.

“Now what’s this?”

Ezra is quicker than you to grab your phone and sees the video you were watching.

“This what you like kiddo? You get off watching pretty girls lick cunts?”

Shame and embarrassment heat up your face. You don’t know what to say,

“I - I It’s it-it’s not - wh- “ you stutter.

“Shh baby it’s okay.” He whispers as he leans forward, softly kissing your lips, “come here let Uncle Ezra help.”

He lets go of your face as he moves to sit behind you. Grabbing your hips, he pulls you in between his open legs, taking one of his legs and wrapping it over your leg and spreading you open.

“Hold the phone baby so we can watch together.”

You take the phone from him as he kisses the side of your neck. You can already feel his cock hard against your back.

“My hands don’t feel good Uncle Ezra. They don’t feel like yours.” You manage to get out in a whine.

“I know kiddo. I know.” His fingers interlock with yours as he pulls your hand up to his mouth. You watch as he puts two of your fingers in his mouth and sucks. Your mouth drops open as he stares deep into your eyes. Pulling your fingers from his mouth, he moves your hand towards your face as you take your freshly sucked fingers into your mouth, lips closing around the digits.

“There’s my good girl. I know you don’t wanna act like a brat. I know baby. Uncle Ezra’s gonna make his girl feel better.”

He pulls your fingers out of your mouth and places them on your covered mound. He uses his fingers to press yours into your clothed cunt and begin to rub circles right over where your clit is. You can’t help but throb from the friction it’s giving you.

“Watch the pretty girls baby. Watch them lick on each others pretty pussies.”

A soft moan is pulled from your throat as you follow his orders.

Ezra gets to work pulling your shorts down as you watch the porn playing on your phone. Throwing the shorts to the side, he pulls you back with him as he leans against your headboard. His legs wrap back around yours, holding you wide open. His fingers quickly making their way back to your pussy. Taking his time, dragging his thick digits from your entrance up to your little bundle of nerves and back again. You can’t help but buck your hips up, trying to get a little bit more. More touch, more friction, anything he’s willing to give.

The brush of his stubble on your neck, the feeling of his hot breath on your ear, he plunges two fingers in. You throw your head back in ecstasy as you finally get what you’ve been so desperate for. Ezra takes your ear lobe in between his teeth as he nibbles on it. Soft, sweet moans spilling from you as he massages your wet walls.

“Use those pretty fingers o’ yours baby. Rub on that sweet clit, make my pussy cum.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Your free hand quickly gets to work rubbing circles furiously on your bundle of nerves as he begins to finger fuck you harder.

You find yourself quickly on the edge, ready to spill over any second.

“U-un- uncle Ez- ‘mgonna cum”

Ezra pulls his fingers out as his other hand grabs your hand, holding it against your chest.

Using his free hand he slaps your pussy in rapid succession.

“No!!! What are you doing!?” You shout as you come back down from your almost high.

“Nuh uh baby you wanna act like a little brat I’m gonna treat you like a brat and brats don’t get to cum.”

You could feel your face heat up with anger and shame. You acted like that because of him. He lead you to this, to act like this.

“You’re my pretty little plaything baby. Mine. I control when this pussy cums. You wanna act like a bitch, I’m gonna treat you like one. You got that?”

Tears threaten to spill over as you bite your lip. Frustrated from not being able to cum, mad and upset from feeling rejected by him. You want to scream so bad.

“I hate you.” You manage to whisper. Scared to speak, knowing your voice would be shaky.

“You. . Ignored me. I- I tried so hard to get you to notice me. At the party,” you gulp in a deep breath, “You ruined me and threw me away.”

Ezra’s face falls. Eyes wide as he takes in your sad face as you reveal your truth. Your words are a sucker punch to his gut.

“Oh kiddo. No. No baby I noticed you. I always do. You made it so hard for me, all I wanted to do was take you, right there in front of everyone.”

With that, Ezra softy leaves a sweet kiss to your forehead before slowly trailing down to your nose.

“I’m so sorry I made you feel like that.”

His lips press a kiss to the top of your nose.

His lips just barely touching yours as you both look into each others eyes. It feels as though he is looking directly into your soul.

“You’re mine baby. Until I no longer walk this earth and even then, there will be no others ya hear me? Mine. And I’m yours honey. All yours. But we gotta keep this a secret. I know your smart kiddo, if someone found out about us your daddy would kill me. You don’t want that do you?”

You shake your head no ever so slightly. Tears now full on streaming down your face.

Ezra presses his lips on yours, seemingly taking your breath away with a soft, simple kiss.

He moves out from behind you, putting the forgotten phone down on your nightstand.

Pulling his own shorts down, his thick cock hitting his stomach. He lowers his body over yours as he takes both of your hands in one of his.

Lips finding yours again, your own tongue darting out to lick his lip, asking for permission to enter. He opened, allowing you inside. Eagerly you lick into his mouth as he tightens his lips around your tongue and sucks. A deep guttural moan pulled from the very depths of your body. Ezra takes his free hand to rub his cock through your folds before notching himself at your entrance and slowly pushing in.

The stretch making you moan more into his mouth as he continued to kiss you.

This was nothing like the first time he fucked you. Slow, deep strokes making you feel every inch of him. You grab onto the hand that’s holding your hands hostage, just trying to ground yourself. The immense pleasure making you feel as though your about to float away if you aren’t anchored to this earth. After each thrust in, Ezra grinds into you, bringing you back to your peak,

“Please don’t stop oh fuck pp- please!”

“Oh fuck I’m not baby I won’t stop. W- where do you want me kiddo? You want my cum in this tight little snatch honey? That what my little girl wants? Huh?” He starts thrusting into you faster.

Your eyes roll back as you moan like a bitch in heat.

“Yes! Yes Uncle Ezra oh fuck, please cum in me! Please!”

“There’s my good girl nngh oh oh fuck oh fuck”

Hearing his words and moans send you over the edge. Your cunt tightens around him as you cum making his thrusts stutter as he gets closer to his own finish.

The both of you stare deeply into each others eyes. Noses touching, chests heaving as you both come down from your high.

Ezra rolls off, laying down next you.

Holding his arm out to let you curl into his side.

He holds you close to him as he places a kiss on the top of your head,

“I really am sorry baby.”

Your so wore out, all you can do is wrap your arm around him and hold onto him as tight as you can as you squeeze your eyes shut.

No more words are exchanged, just the sound of your breathing as it starts to even out.

Drifting off to sleep you can’t help but wonder how you got here. The fact that this is your dads best friend. A guy you’ve always seen as an uncle. Who’s been a total creep since you’ve hit 18. Now here you are, craving him. Needing him. This isn’t gonna end well.

A/n: I just wanna apologize I know I suck at being consistent. It is what it is. Life’s been rough and I’ve been struggling with writing. But I hope you enjoy this, I love you! I love seeing everyone’s reactions! Please reblog, comment, send me asks, talk to me about my writing lol or about anything! I love to yap lol

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OKAY! Hear me out. Mickey goes out to a party, you had a different thing with friends. You come home earlier. You go to bed. Mickey comes home, horny, missing you, somnophilia ensues, a little frantic, a little needy, he just *has* to have you. Like you are barely wet enough when he is sliding, maybe some apologizing for not being able to hold back, hell maybe he cums a bit quick but you KNOW, he hits you back after. Thoughts?

Sweet Dreams (Mickey Altieri X Fem!AFAB!Reader)

Word count: 3k

Warnings: 🔞, langauge, smut, p in v, teasing, degradation, praise, spitting, somnophilia, (pre-established consent) drunk!Mickey, dub-con, (kinda I guess) implied denial, implied forced orgasms, kind of cock warming, Mickey whimpers (yes that’s a warning) basically pure smut.

Oh, you bitch you’re KILLING me. This was so much fun to write and not going to lie, somnophilia is a big ol’ kink of mine. Also it just fits Mickey so well what choice did I have to write this? Thank you for the request! I kinda went off to be honest. Couldn’t help myself.

For those who don’t know: Somnophilia: a sexual interest in engaging in sexual activity with a sleeping person

Exhausted, you unlocked your door and stepped inside your dorm, your social battery completely and utterly drained. You couldn’t help but be pleased you decided not to go to the sorority party with Mickey because even just having a quiet drink at your friend's apartment on top of spending the whole day studying had completely burnt you out.

As much as you loved him, you couldn’t help but feel a little put out at how energetic he was, always seeming to have the eagerness and energy to jump from one activity to the other regardless of what it was. He was just as, if not under more pressure than you were in regards to his current predicament yet nothing ever seemed to be able to stop him or tire him out.

Kicking your shoes off and quickly changing into one of Mickey’s shirts and discarding of your bra and clothes in your hamper, you yawned as you padded off to the bathroom to quickly brush your teeth, before sinking contently in your soft bed, eager to let sleep completely take you over.

He’d definitely had a few too many.

Mickey hummed to himself softly and tunelessly as he stumbled down the corridor to your dorm room, clumsily fumbling with your spare keys in his hands as he tried to unlock your door, failed and tried again whilst trying and failing to be as quiet as possible when he finally made his way inside.

He took his shoes off by your door, almost falling over as he bent down to pull them off and cussing softly as he tried to regain his balance before finally discarding them along with the rest of his clothes except for his briefs.

He groaned a little, stretching as he stood back up and cracked his neck, trying to be stay quiet as he walked over to your bed, smiling affectionately when he saw you lying on your stomach with one leg wrapped around the covers and your arms wrapped around the pillow your head was laid on, wearing nothing but his old black Star Wars T-Shirt and the pair of pretty baby blue soft cotton panties he loved seeing you wear so much.

Seeing you like this, looking like you were being served to him on a platter mixed in with the natural feeling of the alcohol sending him to his overwhelmingly horny state was almost too much for him to handle.

“Baby?” He whispered softly as he sat down beside you on the bed, moving so he was leaning over you, pressing his lips softly to your cheek, “You awake? I missed you.”

No response.

God, had he ever wanted you this much before?

He reached out his hand, moving some hair gently out of the way so he could lightly press his soft lips to your now exposed throat and whispered, “Baaaaby?” in a long, drawn out voice before his hand buckled under his weight and he had to stop himself from falling and crushing you with a hushed, “Ah, fuck!”

You mumbled something unintelligible before rolling onto your back, your light snores halting but still remaining fast asleep.

Mickey sighed a little, collapsing onto his back and staring at the pitch black ceiling, uncomfortably hard but being completely unable to do anything about it. He was debating just jacking off, but even hammered he knew that wouldn’t be anywhere near as satisfying as the wet, tight feeling of your pussy. That was until he remembered a conversation the two of you had a couple of weeks ago.

“You know you can fuck me whenever, right?” You’d said whilst sat crossed legged on his bed whilst he worked on a paper for his film class. This made him pause, putting his pen down and turning in his chair, expression endearing and surprised.

“And what do you mean by that?”

You hesitated for a second, eyes dropping to watch your fingers play with the corner of his comforter, “You asked me a while back if there’s any kinks or things I wanted to try,” Your shoulders upturned in a slight shrug before you continued, “If there’s a time where you want to fuck me but I’m sleeping or whatever, you can. I’m just letting you know I’m giving you permission in advance.”

Mickey laughed a little, standing up from his chair and walking over to you, placing his finger under your chin and tilting your face up so you were forced to meet his eyes, “That really want you want? Me to fuck you whilst your fast asleep and none the wiser?” You nodded your head, your lips curving upward into a wide smile as you looked into his bemused eyes, saying softly, “Yes, that’s what I want.” Another laugh before he said gently, “Well, aren’t you just fucking twisted.” You scoffed at him, slapping his hand away gently. “I’m serious! You ever want to do it, you can.”

Mickey raised his eyebrows as he straightened out, dropping his finger from your chin and his face turning a little more serious as he asked, “Are you sure?”

You moved to your knees and rested your hands on his shoulders. “I wouldn’t tell you I wanted that if I didn’t want it.” You pointed out, tugging on his shirt for him to lean down. He nodded his head a little, his gorgeous smile lighting up his face as he said, “Good point,” Before giving into your tugs and moving down to kiss you eagerly.

He had no idea that you had this kind of edge to you. The one thing Mickey loved about you is that so far, you’d engaged in every kink he himself has had. Whether that be his habit of edging and denying you of release when you needed it the most, allowing him to treat you like a literal piece of meat whilst he’s fucking you, knife play, anything and everything he’s wanted. He knew you’d do anything for him. But it took him longer than he’d liked to get you to admit what you wanted him to do for you. And now you have? He wasn’t only pleased, but extremely engrossed and fascinated with the knowledge of you wanting him to do this to you, do it for you.

Not to mention that this was a little for him as well. God, he wanted to do this just as much as you did.

And who was he to deny you if you wanted it so badly?

Between both of your busy schedules you hadn’t had the time to bring this fantasy of yours to life, but what could be a better time? You were fast asleep, he was wide awake, drunk and so hard he felt as though his cock was about to burst through his briefs, the intense throbbing becoming almost painfully uncomfortable.

He moved slowly to start with, rolling onto his side and gently running his large hand up your torso till it found one of your tits, lightly and curiously palming it through the thin material of his T-Shirt just to test the waters, watching your face in the dark to wager your reaction. He couldn’t help but smile as he heard your breathing subtly hitch as he used his thumb and forefinger to gently roll your nipple, your forehead creasing just slightly before he released it and it smoothed out, a soft sigh falling from your lips as you remained fast asleep.

Your body was just so warm, so fucking soft and desirable it was like he couldn’t help himself. He had your pre established consent and god, you just looked so perfect lying before him, an absolute fucking treat and just completely irresistible.

“I’m sorry, I just… God, I need you so fucking bad, sweetheart.” He whispered as he moved onto his back, lifting his hips to quickly yank his briefs off, kicking his foot so they unravelled from around his ankle and were quickly discarded God knows where before he gently pulled himself on top of you, propping himself up with one arm and slowly sliding his hand down between the two of you to feel your heated cunt through the thin material of your panties. You weren’t as wet as he’d usually like, but drunk and frantically turned on he didn’t care, quickly pushing your panties to the side not wanting to waste any time taking them off before guiding his cock to your hole, trying to push himself inside of you.

“Fuck,” He muttered, spitting on his fingers and dragging them around and into your cunt to add some lubricant and repeating the action till you were slick and ready for him, slowly rolling his hips till he began to gradually fill you, cursing softly at how tight you were.

You moaned a little in your sleep and even unconscious, your legs willingly opened for him and your head rolled to the side, another soft snore escaping you as you continued dreaming intently. The dream pretty much consisted of everything he was already doing, Mickey touching you, pushing himself into you. In your dream however, you were responding to him, moaning loudly, nails digging into his toned back and your legs wrapped securely around his waist. Reality, for the moment of course, was much different.

Mickey’s hands clumsily pulled your shirt up so your tits were on display to him as he messily began to thrust his hips, moving one arm to curl under you knee, pulling it up, groaning a little too loudly as he felt you slowly become wetter and wetter with every frantic pump of his cock he sent your way, your pussy subconsciously clenching around him in a way he knew was going to make him fall apart in less than a few minutes, the curse of him being absolutely wasted and way too turned on by both you and the act of knowing that you wanted him to be doing this to you yet you had absolutely no idea.

You stirred quietly due to the pressure building inside of you, feeling slightly bemused. Was this still a dream? You felt yourself wanting to open your eyes to see what was going on until you heard the familiar pants and groans of your boyfriend, feeling his hot skin moving against yours and his fingers gripping your hip and under your knee so hard it was bound to leave marks in the shapes of his long fingers. The smell of alcohol and mint on Mickey’s breath suddenly fanned over your face, immediately waking you up and causing you to register what was happening.

God, you told him you wanted this weeks ago but you’d honestly never thought he’d actually do it.

Knowing he thought you were fast asleep whilst he was using your body for himself to get off was too big of a turn on. You couldn’t stop your hips from adjusting just slightly so he was hitting that sweet spot but otherwise staying completely still, ensuring your breathing remained as even and steady as it had been whilst you slept whilst trying your best to keep your eyes closed as he fucked you hard and fast, yet not anywhere near as precise and calculated as he usually was.

“Fucking whore, my fucking whore,” His words were loud and slightly slurred, his hand dropping your leg causing it bounce slightly on the mattress beneath you so he could adjust himself to bury his face into the crook of your neck, the vibrations of his soft groans spreading throughout your entire body and making goosebumps rise across your skin. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip to prevent yourself from offloading the built up moans on the tip of your tongue as he continued chanting degrading praise at you, his breath hot against your throat. You screwed up your eyes tight, fingers subtly gripping the soft material of the comforter underneath you and quietly relishing in the sharp intake of breath he sucked in as your cunt clenched around him, but he was too drunk and too busy fucking you to realise the action was very deliberate.

“Such a tight little cunt.” He mumbled against your skin before stopping suddenly, his heart thumping in his chest as he caught his breath, his breathing shaking a little. “Fuck,” He whispered quietly, lifting himself up a little so one of his hands was gripping the head board. You stayed quiet, eyes closed but your body still reacting to him, cunt leaking out your arousal around his stiff, unmoving cock, still trying to milk him as if it had a mind of its own.

You let out an almost silent whimper as he slowly pulled out, head of his dick just judging at your entrance before sharply snapping back inside of you, the action causing a loud and surprised yelp at the same time he let out a loud, unfiltered moan at the feeling, beginning to fuck you with more vigor and determination with his thrusts still messy and unsynchronized but God, still so fucking good. He either was too drunk to register or simply didn’t hear the sound you made as he continuously rolled his hips against you, his skin slapping against your swollen clit with every snap of his hips.

Even drunk, Mickey was a better fuck than anyone.

“Take it, fucking take it like a slut,” He slurred under his breath as he began bottoming out.

You couldn’t take much more.

Incapable of being able to pretend to be asleep anymore, your legs wrapped around his waist and you moved your hips against his, hand reaching up to knot your fingers in his hair and pulling his face down so you could crash your lips against his, taking him by surprise as the series of built up whimpers and moans fell out of you and into his mouth, unable to even attempt to stay silent anymore. His hand dropped from the headboard but he managed to quickly catch himself, hands moving toward your hips to grip them tightly, pressing you firmly into the mattress.

His surprise was short lived as he responded, moving his lips messily and clumsily against yours. You could taste the alcohol on his tongue as it swirled against yours as you suddenly had an idea, something you wouldn’t even attempt to say to him whilst he was sober. Your hands released their grip on his hair and wrapped tightly around his neck, locking your hands together, pulling your mouth away from his and whispering into his ear, “Cum for me, Mickey,” Your heels digging into his lower back as you heard him let out a sound he'd never made before.

A whimper. A fucking whimper. Somehow, you’d managed to make Mickey Altieri whimper.

He whimpered as his hips stuttered again, your heels holding him inside of you as you felt him cum, ribbons spurting out of him with vigour and coating your walls. As he came, he continued to release those deliciously slurred whimpers you didn’t realise you needed to hear so badly, the sounds making your pussy continue to pulse and tense tightly around his softening cock and your back slightly arched off the bed, wanting to soak in every single moment as you softly whispered, “Fuck yes,” under your breath, moaning out his name repeatedly in his ear, smiling a little as you heard him sharply suck his own teeth at the feeling of your throbbing cunt still flexing around him.

He didn’t want it to be over yet, that was far too quick. He caught his breath a little, his hips still twitching and moving slightly, as though he was trying to push his cum even deeper inside of you as he caught his breath, leaning back so he could look down at your almost smug expression.

“M’ sorry,” He mumbled, his hair messy and sweaty, sticking to his forehead, “M’ gonna make you cum though, promise.”

You opened your mouth to object, you didn’t need him to. He’d done exactly what you wanted him to do and it had completely lived up to your expectations but he shook his head, shushing you gently.

God, he was being sweet. How fucking hammered was he?

You didn’t have much time to think as he gripped your hips, moving so he was sat back on the balls of his feet, on his knees with your ass resting on his thighs and his soft cock still inside of you as his hands slid down your torso gently before finding your swollen clit and his fingertip began to softly graze over it, causing you to jump a little at the sensation.

He smiled a lazy, deeply satisfied smile but you noticed it had somewhat of an edge to it before he used his thumb to pull back your clitoral hood, his other hand moving to gently use the pads of his fingers to rub over your strained clit with a little more force and precision, making your head fall back against the pillow and your cunt yet again clench around his soft cock, moaning his name softly.

“Feels good, hm?” He asked and you nodded your head quickly, moving your hips against his fingers, “Yes Mickey feels so fucking good, please don’t stop!” You begged him.

Then Mickey did just that. He stopped, his fingers sharply pulling away.

“Why-“ You began to question him impatiently, lifting your head before his expression instantly made you clamp your lips together. Fuck, he looked pissed.

He cocked his head at you before saying in an almost amused voice in spite of himself, “You like taking control?” You blinked, opening your mouth again to respond before his fingers glazed over your clit again, making your hips buck and your head fall back, groaning as he continued talking, “You like telling me when to cum? You fucking ruined it. Could’ve made you cum all over this dick the same time I fucking did.”

“I- I’m sorry,” You whispered pathetically. You subconsciously knew it wasn’t your fault, he was close regardless of if you’d moved, or told him to cum but the feeling of his drained cock still buried deep inside of you and his fingers, still a little messier than usual, rubbing over your painfully swollen clit made it hard for you to pay attention to him. Besides, you knew better than to try and tell him all of that.

Even though he was fucking hammered, Mickey always needed you to know that he was in control, not you. The fucking had somewhat sobered him up slightly and now he had come down from the high of his orgasm, he was back to himself and he’d thought of a fun little game he wanted to play with you. Of course, he wasn’t actually mad at you. You wanting him to fuck you whilst your were asleep and then surprising him like that had turned him on even more, and now he was sobering up he didn’t want the game to be over.

“You are?” He asked teasingly, fingers abandoning your clit as he straightened up, letting spit fall from his mouth and onto your clit before messily spreading it all over the bundle of nerves, the sensation making you whimper in turn, “No, you’re not. But you will be. Because I’m going to keep rubbing your pretty little cunt till it makes me hard again. Then you’ll be fucking sorry.”

You opened your mouth to speak but instead let out a surprised yelp as his hand came down, smacking your exposed clit sharply.

“Does that sound good?” You nodded eagerly before he laughed a little, voice still just a little slurred as he spoke, “It won’t be. Because I don’t care how many times you cum, how much you beg me to stop, I don’t care if it gets too much for you. I’m not stopping till I can fuck you again. It’s your own fault, you ruined it.”

Fuck.

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