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Your main objective as a gift for this battle celebration is to make sure everyone is visibly enjoying themselves... it would insult the king after all if any one were to look bored or uninterested at HIS party. So this tall, goggled soldier... one specially invited no less, with his head buried in a data pad sitting quietly by himself is a bit of a problem. Possibly a political one. You need to get him enjoying himself before any one takes note.
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Content Warning: Smut. Tech losing his virginity to a(n implied) Sex Slave. That's it, that's the plot. Oral (m and f receiving), unprotected piv and creampie. The rest of the squad briefly being embarrassing. Orgy mention.
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The sash on your hips jingled as you made your way through the floor, serving drinks from the golden tray chained to your wrists.
You offer the tray to a well dressed diplomat chatting with local royalty. Their speech faltered as they took the drink, eyes lingering on your bare breasts almost resting on the tray as you lifted it to them. You rolled your eyes as you turned to the next group
Off worlders.
A few more drinks, a bit more idle chatter, and plenty of ogling from the visiting Republic Politicians and their veritable horde of soldiers… and your tray was empty. The guests were mostly upper Command but a few squads that distinguished themselves in battle received special invitations. Your neutral planet could import supplies again because of them.
You returned the tray to Minara and she undid the locks on your arms with a tiny key.
“Look there,”
She pointed with her chin to a darker corner of the plushy gala hall.
Sunk into one of the deep sofas, trying not to look conspicuous it seemed, was a tall, slender man. Hair slicked back, goggles turned down at the holopad he was attempting to hide with his body against the arm rest.
Someone prefers to read at functions…
“Make sure all our guests are enjoying our hospitality.”
She pushed you in the direction of the corner, before turning to circulate more drinks onto the floor.
As you approached you scanned around the lone soldier… he must've been a soldier, clothes scruffy, the look hastily assembled for a party well above their pay grade; but they were rarely alone. Didn't take long to spot the rest of his squad, not too removed. The big one was making a loud show of picking up girls two at a time to bounce on his flexing biceps to much giggling. The others were already sunk into the couches, arms about their own party favors.
Finally even with the slim one you sank onto the ottoman before him clearing your throat.
Sharp eyes flick up to meet yours.
“What's your pleasure, master?”
“I'm fine, thank you.”
His tone was dismissive, looking back down without even a consideration. Either he was completely uninterested or incredibly shy.
“I can fetch a male if you prefer…”
You glance back to the more involved squad members wistfully… they're preferences seemed varied… but at least they were eager.
“I said I'm fine.”
More tension in the voice now, that's the opposite of what you needed. You glanced back to the floor manager and she caught your eyes, scrunching her brow in the direction of the unreceptive man in front of you. You sighed,
“You're going to get me reprimanded, master…”
He put the data pad down abruptly.
“Excuse me?”
“You're not accepting the King's gifts… it can be seen as an insult, … I can't let that happen, at least let me sit with you,”
You pouted, batting your lashes exaggeratedly. He looked up with real attention now, scanning the crowd and catching the questioning glances from the locals.
“Ah… I didn't realize, there were some mention of the gift culture of this planet but I didn't expect…”
He trailed off, eyeing you sitting in front of him, naked besides the belled sash tied around your hip.
“Is that a yes?”
A gulp, a nod, and he tentatively picked his data pad back up; shifting slightly to make a space on the sofa. You rose your brow, and instead sat in his lap, straddling his hips.
“Oh…”
A flush was working up his cheeks. Uninterested or shy?
You leaned casually, careful where you put your weight on his legs.
“Why don't you rest it here?”
With gentle hands you guided him to set the data pad across your breasts, acting as a podium for his… you looked at the pad upside down, biology of megafauna notes?
“..uh-em…”
He was flustered but seemed at a loss, mind racing behind his eyes as he tried to plot a course of action. With a small whine he frantically started to hit buttons on the data pad, pausing when he remembered your breasts on the other side of the translucent screen. He had pulled up a brochure to your planet. You weren't sure that was going to help.
“It'd be easier to ask, master,”
“...right. Uh, What am I expected to… do… uh, with my gift?”
You tilted your head, glancing at the rest of his squad already leagues ahead in the festivities. Surely he understood the… concept.
“I'm here for your use, what that may be is for you to decide… baring anything a bacta tank couldn't fix,”
His eyebrows flew up at that, imagination no doubt running wild. That earlier flush was starting to turn a deep red over his ears and cheeks.
It can't be that…
You glanced back at the squad, comfortable with themselves and the situation, and then back down to the blushing man under you.
“Tell me, master… have you not celebrated your manhood yet?”
“You could… certainly word it like that,”
His face went completely red now, sinking into the sofa and away from you, clutching his data pad to his chest defensively.
“No, no, love, this is exciting…”
You soothed, cupping his hot cheeks.
“I can show you how, as slow as you wish, master …”
“I was… under the impression,”
He looked away,
“The first time should be with someone special…’
You glanced back at the other soldiers.
“Was that how it was for them?”
“I think they thought so,”
“And how special are those first people now?”
His brow furrowed, deciding how to process your logic.
“Has there not been someone special for you?”
“I'm… No. I'm not sure how to quantify this… ‘special’ variable…”
You turned his face back to yours, trying again,
“Special is a changing energy, unstable, I think feeling safe is more favorable for… such decisions,”
His speech patterns were difficult for you to mimic, but the little manipulation seemed to be working; the tension in his thighs relaxing under you with the comfort of false familiarity.
“How does safe apply in this context?”
“Well… it's a rather vulnerable state, and needs a lot of experimentation,”
“... Experimenting…”
It was low, under his breath; but you caught the flicker of interest finally stirring behind those lensed eyes as something clicked for him. You smile softly, picking up the direction to steer him.
“And I'm meant to feel safe with you?... You're a stranger…”
You raised your hands in surrender,
“I exist to please, not to judge or harm, and I have the experience to guide you…”
Eyes behind amber lenses narrowing in thought.
“You seem like you have a healthy curiosity. There must be a few questions I can help you…answer?”
His disposition was changing fast though some reservation remained as he glanced about the wide hall. The cushioned and draped space was filled with people, slowly dissolving into a chaos of flesh as the night grew deeper and the alcohol flowed.
“Does… does it have to be here?”
He asked in a small voice, glancing at his squad mates who had started to take notice of you straddling their comrade. The silver haired one nudging the inked man next to him to turn to you as well.
“We can go somewhere private, if you wish? Master…”
“Please…”
You slid from his lap, gently prying a hand from where it was locked to the data pad to lead him away with you. You caught an approving nod from Minara as you disappeared with him into the back hallways.
Turning into a standard room, low lights, burning resins, and a soft platform at the center of the room piled with large, silky pillows. You closed the door behind you and the lock clicked as the door swished shut.
He looked at you and you looked at him in the dim light. Tall- and now that you really considered him… quite handsome, standing more confidently away from prying eyes. Your pulse quickened at your luck.
“Is it okay if I record this?”
“Oh, um… Yes?”
He made no move to change anything, leaving you to guess the goggles he sported were already recording long before you approached him. Clever… they weren't likely to take a seeing aid from you at the door.
The real question though, was where to start.
“Would you like to get undressed?”
You approached his back, running your hands over his hips from behind.
“Would you like me to undress you?”
He stiffened at your touch, an involuntary twitch from the v of muscle over his waistband as your fingers brushed against it through the thin shirt.
“Ah, um no… clothes. For now.”
He stepped out of your hold, putting some distance between you and you held your hands up disarmingly,
“As you wish… do relax though,”
You made your way to the edge of the low bed and sat.
“You're in control here, master… nothing will happen unless you want it too,”
He took a deep breath,
“Sorry…”
“No need,”
It was clear you'd still need to hold the reins a while,
“Are you more curious about me or yourself?”
He considered the question,
“How so?”
“Do you want to know more about pleasuring yourself or a woman?”
The more direct question had him blushing again,
“I've uh… I know, I mean I've… released before,”
You clenched your jaw to keep from giggling at his fluster. It was rather cute, but you didn't want to frighten him any more than he was.
“Sit, master”
You patted the bed next to you,
“Tech…”
“Hmm?”
“Call me Tech… master doesn't feel…”
“Okay, Tech,”
You patted again, more insistently.
He sat, far more upright than need be. You moved to the floor to kneel between his legs, looking up at him and he gulped.
“We'll go slow, you already know yourself… we'll take it one step further. To start,”
You winked up at him, once again making for his pants fasteners.
“Is this okay?”
He nodded, jaw clenching as he watched you undo the fly of his slacks, breath catching as you reached in to stroke his cock before withdrawing it.
“Already feels different, doesn't it?”
He nodded again, content to observe as you stroked his hardening length. His eyes were darting between watching your hand and then watching you, watching him. Every time his eyes meet yours the member in your hand twitches, hardening rapidly under your attention. It was time to escalate.
Holding his eyes deliberately, you lowered your mouth to him, licking slowly over the swollen head in a move that made his breath hiss between his teeth and his eyes to widen.
“Maker…”
Positive reaction. You continued running your tongue over his sensitive glans to work him into a pant. His hands found their way to your hair. Good, his instincts were kicking in; evidence in the little bucks of his hips as the need to be in your mouth started to overtake him.
You obliged, opening wider and letting him thrust forward. His eyes shut at the sensation of your warm mouth wrapping around him. You sucked gently, maintaining the bulk of control so that he didn't overwhelm himself. His composure broke with a wispy moan as you bobbed on him. His thigh pressed against you began to shake subtly and you slowed freeing him from your mouth with a pop, continuing gently with your hand.
“Do you want to come like this, m- Tech?”
He took a shaky breath, hands tightening for a moment in your hair.
“No… I'd like to… if I can?”
He was looking away. His shyness was indeed cute, he knew well enough what you were here for.
“Of course. How would you like to have me?”
Silence as the pressure of such a decision weighed on him.
“Would you like to lay with me as if a lover?... Or would you prefer a position where you could see what's happening?”
…
“I’d… I’d like to see,”
Somehow you knew that's what he’d choose.
“Switch with me then.”
You moved to sit back on the bed, perched to the edge this time, and spread your thighs, making your bare sex beneath the tied sash obvious as he knelt on the floor in front of you. His eyes were moving over you swiftly, from shoulder to knees and everything in between; trying to take in every detail. You raised a brow as he reached forward, fingers hesitating just before your folds.
“Can I… can I examine you?”
“You can. First time being so close?”
Just because he hadn't consummated it didn't mean he's never seen a naked woman.
“... It is, I’d… like to take some time if that's okay,”
“This is for your pleasure, do what satisfies you,”
He relaxed, once again reaching out for you. The touch was very clinical at first. Prodding the less sensitive lips that hugged the rosy petals, pulling them away with his thumbs, spreading the pink folds to see the shape of them. He pulled the hood away from your clit, brushing the sensitive bundle of nerves as he went. You squeaked at the sudden contact to the exposed button, twitching slightly and drawing his gaze back to your face. He touched it again, gently, watching how your spine tightened. Then again, pushing much harder.
“Ah! Careful,”
You gasped, the rough press jolting through you.
“Sorry… does that hurt?”
“Not really, it's just… a strong sensation,”
He looked down between your legs again, and then, leaned in to flick his tongue against the spot.
You gasped again, but lighter, almost a moan as his soft tongue pressed against you. Tentatively, mimicking the motions you used on him moments ago. Your back arched slightly, already turned on, but something about the way his eyes caught you, held you… you felt a more desperate heat start to build at the look in his eyes. He'd found something interesting to investigate.
He was testing methods, swift flicks, long hard drags; each time watching to see what it did to you… it was hard to believe he hadn't done this before.
“You're a fast learner…”
He scoffed, harsh breath hot against where he was still pressed to your quim.
“I am an exceptional learner.”
The sudden arrogance threw you a moment, but it barely registered as he sucked you into his mouth causing a wave of pleasure to crash into you. How'd he know to do that? Almost as if to prove his point he licked hard and rhythmic driving you to an edge…
“How?”
The notion was lost as you came. Your back was arched, and your head thrown back but you knew he was still watching, still studying the effects of his motions. As the surge of ecstasy ebbed from you, you pushed away from him, gasping.
“Stop… stop for now…”
“What happens if I don't?”
He had folded his arms on the edge of the bed where you were moments ago, resting his chin on them to gaze at you, waiting. It was a genuine question.
You caught your breath, trying to figure out how to explain.
“When you've taken care of yourself before, how easy is it to do one right after another?”
“I do not know. I've never needed a second release so soon.”
You must not get bored often…
“Uh… it's intense. The strong sensation can be more… painful, if you're not careful.”
“And if you are careful?”
“It can still feel good, I can still come… faster even.”
“So why stop?”
“It's overwhelming.”
“I don't understand.”
“I'm not sure you will till you… experience it I suppose,”
“Hmm, and you don't want to be overwhelmed… now?”
He was subtly reaching for your ankle making to draw you back. You weren't sure how to say you didn't need to be kriffed silly on the clock.
“There's other things to cover…”
…
“I agree.”
You let him grab your leg tugging you eagerly to lay over the edge of the bed again. His fingers found you once more, this time concerning himself with the opening beneath the slick petals. He slipped a finger inside, tilting his head at the way your muscles squeezed around it.
“I fit here…”
He wasn't addressing you, talking to himself softly in a tone of wonderment.
“Are you ready? Tech?”
He blinked, looking to you again he withdrew his hand, raising on his knees to bring his cock back into view. He held himself, soothing his aching length by massaging the precum that started to leak out into the throbbing head.
“A moment…”
He paused, pulling his shirt off and tugging the pants the rest of the way off, kicking them away.
“Now I am.”
He positioned himself against your dripping entrance, angling his face to watch what he was doing as he started to push into you.
You let out a pleased groan as he filled you, slowly, meticulously watching his length disappear into you. He swore as he bottomed out against your thighs.
“It's so…hot.”
He was still, eyes closed, cock twitching, face calm as he contemplated the sensation of warming his cock in a woman. You found yourself enjoying his… methods. The slow, contemplative way of operating a welcome change to the usual rushed rutting of your work.
“I'm going to move now.”
“Would you prefer me to stay still or move with you?”
…
“Still… for now.”
He took hold of your hips and rocked back, pulling his cock out almost fully before thrusting back in, only slightly faster than before.
“Mm”
His eyes flicked to your face a moment as he withdrew again. A shorter, harder thrust, pulling a moan of pleasure from you.
Small nod to himself and he repeated the motion, moving his hips more confidently as he was rewarded with more pleasant noises from you. It was hard not to rock your hips against him, the feel of him against your sensitive walls easing a fuzzy feeling of bliss into your mind, urging you to chase it.
“You can move now… I can feel you trying too…”
He let go of your hips, leaning to plant his hands to either side of you on the mattress. Grateful, you reached out wrapping your arms about his ribs to pull him down to his elbows and wrapping your knees about him to give yourself leverage. He groaned as he felt your legs tie around him, triggering that primal instinct he had held at bay till now.
No longer concerned with observation, he gave in, wrapping his arms about you to hop your body further up the bed against the silk pillows climbing the rest of the way on with you. He crashed against you, bare chest pressed against your breasts as he kept snapping his hips against you. Tech was whispering to himself, little observations you decided to take as compliments as he lost himself in you. You scooped your hips to meet him, intensifying your own stimulation.
“Just like that, Tech, you're doing so well…”
His breath hitched at the praise and then his lips were on yours, the kiss unexpected and hungry as his thrusts became a hammering flurry.
It was too much and your muscles snapped tight. You moaned into his mouth as your orgasm crashed through you. He was moaning too, gasping against your lips as his focus started to dip. His hips stuttered as a brief moment of clarity broke through…
“Inside?”
“Mhmm, come for me Tech,”
He buried himself to the hilt, pressing his lips hard against yours as if to hold you still again. The feral instinct to fill you satiated itself as thick loads of cum poured from him; You could feel it shooting from his twitching cock, hot little jolts rushing through you. A sense of pride filled you, knowing you had received his first spilled seed.
Your lips were released with a gasp and he rolled off you, attempting to catch his breath a moment, hand yanking his goggles off to wipe at the sweat on his forehead.
Shifting to the side, you watched him, his eyes closed, breath slowing… hand still clutching the goggle strap draped over his brow. He really was handsome.
His eyes fluttered open, and you could tell they were brown now as they slid up your body to meet your gaze once again.
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
“...very much…”
He pulled his goggles back on, moving to gently spread your thighs, watching as his cum leaked from your twitching sex.
Suddenly there was a pounding at the door making you both jump, followed by raucous wolf whistles and whooping from the other side in the hall.
Tech groaned, leaning his head against your thigh.
“Tech, Tech, Tech!”
It was his squad mates, but how'd they figure the room… you were sure they hadn’t followed.
“Don't tell me you have a tracer as well…”
You hissed at the man at your hip, once again a wonderful shade of scarlet.
More pounding and whooping from the door.
“They're going to get thrown out!”
“Knock it off, I'm coming!”
He shouted at the door.
“I bet you are!”
A loud, gruff voice boomed back.
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You watched as the group of soldiers were escorted back to the entrance by security. As you had hoped, Tech looked up and around before they were pushed out the foyer.
You wiggled your fingers at him in farewell.
His squad mates were clapping him on the back, playfully kissing his temples and ruffling his hair.
He smiled goofily back at you, bright red… but standing straight and tall.
Tech/Reader | 5.4k | Rated E | afab reader, smut, oral sex, face-sitting, vague student/teacher relationship, themes of sexual insecurity and regret, body worship, NPC makes a pass at reader
Concerned for your well-being, Tech proposes a theory he would like to test out - with you as the subject.
part 2 to pendulum
a/n: For your advisement - This has themes/discussions of sexual regret and sexual uncertainty, as well as what I would describe as an invocation of the student/teacher relationship trope. However, there is no intention for any age gap/power dynamic imbalances - Tech is not ‘responsible’ for Reader, and all sexual situations are done with clear consent from all parties.
Tech/Reader | 5.2k | Rated E | afab reader, smut, virgin!reader, inexperienced reader, sex pollen, oral sex, experienced Tech, Tech with dom tendencies, Tech is a tease, mention of illness, mention of needles
While scavenging a (mostly) abandoned science facility, you are dosed with a mysterious substance. Tech offers assistance.
SUMMARY: Crosshair said you'd like his gift. And Maker, you did.
CONTENT: 9k wc, cross-posted from AO3, established relationship, porn with plot, oral sex (fem! receiving), strangers to lovers, blindfolds, light bondage, threesome (f/m/m), NO CLONECEST, light masochism, degradation kink, dom/sub undertones, multiple orgasms, mildly dubious consent, also NOT beta read, explicit sexual content.
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Being in a relationship with a soldier proved its challenges most of the time.
The distance, the danger, and the imminent fear of never knowing when they’ll come back or if they ever will. However, if there was one thing that placed faith in you was the knowledge that they’re a clone. A soldier of the Republic, made to withstand and endure longer than an average natborn. Still, you couldn’t ignore the fear and paranoia most of the time. They were still soldiers after all, and they were made to believe they belonged in battlefields instead of homes.
Fortunately for you, your soldier was considered one of the best in the Grand Army of the Republic.
A member of the elite clone group, Clone Force 99, and the fiercest marksman you’ve ever met.
Crosshair.
Honestly, you never would’ve imagined even falling for someone like him. Especially when you met in 79’s after being dragged by your friends. He was cold, distant, aloof, and most of all infuriating to begin with. Your initial impression lasted in mind only because of his disinterest to converse, and when he did, it was always curt and dismissive. Alright. You didn’t think of anything from it, not everyone was as sociable as his brothers, so you moved on from his presence and focused on another.
Hunter was more than charming, but you couldn’t entertain him further after seeing your friend pressed up against his arm. Wrecker was an absolute sweetheart, but he was just too… spirited for your tastes. At least he had two of your friends on either side of him, giggling and admiring his muscles. Then there was Tech, who at least tolerated your initiative to talk.
For a while, it was going fine.
He was informative, had a lack for humor but made up for his clever retorts, and he listened attentively when it was your turn to share something. However, as much as you could hope to connect with him on a deeper level, you could tell the setting was overwhelming him. His attention constantly drifted on his datapad again and again. His fingers twitched whenever you accidentally brushed his arm or when you leaned closer to hear him better over the music. And how he stammered on his words when you asked more questions, then he coughed into his hand before he finally excused himself.
At least he’s trying.
You thought at the time, taking a sip of your drink.
At the perfect moment, your gaze slid up and met Crosshair’s.
He was looking at you with an unreadable glint in his eyes.
Underneath the neon lights, you had trouble deciphering his expression. How long has he been listening to your conversation? Surely he wasn’t that invested. Not when he didn’t show any enthusiasm to your attempts earlier. So why was he looking at you like that?
Then it clicked.
Slowly, you brought your glass down.
Maybe he wasn’t good with words.
Maybe actions were better.
And so, with a plan in mind, you let your eyes fall—intentionally, coyly—down the impressive length of his body. Still covered in his dark armor, lean and imposing in all the right places. You took that time to actually study him. Trace the lines over his chest piece, eye the dark gloves hugging his long and lithe fingers, deliberately trailing your eyes back up—eyeing the distinct mark of his tattoo—before finally meeting his eyes again.
The magic worked.
Because the glint darkened, and if looks could kill, you’d be pierced by steel and daggers covered with heat. As though he read your mind, the sniper shifted the toothpick between his teeth, jaw clenched.
For the final drop, you smiled at him with a brow raised.
You remembered whispering an excuse to your friend beside you—need to use the refresher—without breaking eye contact as you got up from your seat.
But before you could fully turn around, you glanced over your shoulder and met his gaze again.
Coming?
The message was received clearly from the way he finished his last shot, fixing you an intense glare over the rim.
As you walked away, you felt that burning stare on you the entire time.
What followed next was a blur of events.
Crosshair had followed you shortly after, let you lead him towards the unused refreshers located far back, and kept his distance respectable even when you entered. The last thing you heard was the door sliding shut, the lock beeping to seal you both inside. The next was being pressed up against the sink with your legs around his hips, and his lips crashing down on yours. He didn’t remove all of his armor, only his gloves followed the codpiece around his groin. Then, he stuffed your mouth with two fingers while his free hand disappeared beneath the short hem of your dress.
“Quiet, or I’ll leave before you could come.”
The longest sentence he’s ever spoken to you that night, and it made you soak his fingers even more.
Half an hour later, you were stumbling out the refreshers barely upright. Hair messed up, teeth marks across your collarbones and inner thighs, bruises on your hips, and legs trembling like a newborn Eopie.
You’d never forget the smug look on his face when he exited shortly after, retrieving a new toothpick from his pouch and giving you a wink.
“The fun’s only beginning, Cross.”
You could only pray to the stars Tech didn’t hear everything that was happening.
Of course, you didn’t dare to continue the act after that. As much as you loved seeing Crosshair lose control every once in a while, you cared for him deeply. He placed his trust on you like a soldier offering his last weapon, knowing it was in safe hands, and breaking that trust was the last thing you wanted. Somehow, Tech didn’t come around to visit after that incident. At least without another brother besides Crosshair. And the times he visited again, it was as if nothing had happened. His demeanor never changed from the last you’ve seen him, still the same chatterbox.
If he had noticed the subtle distance you’ve put between you, he didn’t show or comment on it.
Though there was his silent exchange with Crosshair when they thought you weren’t paying attention. Hunter made a comment about it one day how the two possessed a “weird telepathic communication” since they popped out of their pods at the same time back in Kamino, essentially making them twins. Whether literally or figuratively, you learned that whatever was said in those brief moments, they were the only ones who knew.
With that new discovery in mind, you filed away the information in hopes to ask more from either of them.
Some time passed, and your relationship with the eccentric batch led you to get out of your home to explore a few outer worlds whenever they’re on leave. Most planets were habitable, with cantinas and tourist spots to explore while you’re docked. Rarely did they take you to dangerous places. You appreciated their time and effort to let you see a piece of their life outside being soldiers.
It really reminded you how they were still people. Humans who get tired and chase other thrills besides war. And most importantly, they were a family. Brothers who could never truly be apart for a long time. Even with all their disagreements, clashing spirits, and chaotic endeavors, they loved each other in their own ways. A loyalty you rarely see nowadays.
But when the time came they needed to depart again, you knew you only had to wait.
And until then, you’d cling to your faith with hopes of their return.
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It was another busy day in Coruscant, and you were looking forward to spending the entire night resting before your shift starts again next morning.
The moment you got home, you half-heartedly removed every layer of your uniform while padding towards the refresher. Working in Dex's Diner sure took its toll on you. The peak hours during the busiest days never fail to run your skin to your bones. It didn't compare to serving the Republic like how the Batch did, but serving civilians—different species no less—came pretty close. After all, your energy was spent at the end of the day. Minus the danger and death of course.
After freshening up and changing into more comfortable clothes, you took up space on your couch to browse the holonet.
Just then, a notification came through your datapad.
From: Grumpy Tooka
– About to land in an hour
– We made a stop over in Kamino
– I have a surprise for you
Perking up, a smile split across your face upon recognizing the sender.
To: Grumpy Tooka
– well hello there, handsome
– a surprise you say?
– care to tell me what it is?
Not even a second after you sent the message, another response came through.
From: Grumpy Tooka
– Hardly a surprise if I tell you
– You'll like it
Now curious, you assumed it was another gift he often brought you from their missions. He'd tell you which planet he got it from, the mission they did beforehand, and other things he'd spend time venting about while you ate or lay in bed together. You always loved his gifts; they were simple yet incredibly thoughtful items that he claimed reminded him of you. You even had Wrecker help you to install a small shelf to accommodate every single thing, and hopefully, fill every space until you have to install another.
To: Grumpy Tooka
– can't wait!!
– just come inside my room in case i accidentally fall asleep, it's been a long day
– stay safe out there, love you <3
From: Grumpy Tooka
– Love you too, doll
– Get some rest first
You turned off your datapad, yawning softly as you made your way towards your room. In the meanwhile, you could use a short nap before his arrival. Something told you whatever his surprise was, you needed enough energy for it.
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You stirred awake at the sound of footsteps outside your bedroom door, causing you to shift from your bed to sit up.
It took you a second to recognize the footsteps. Familiar set of thuds that have walked around your apartment many times before.
Immediately, you relaxed against your bed and waited for your door to open. The only ones who knew your apartment passcode were some of your friends and the boys, and remembering Crosshair’s message to you earlier confirmed the identity quickly.
Before you could rise to meet him, the door slid open and the dark silhouette of armor stood at the threshold in silence. It was indeed Crosshair, but something was… off. His usual silence wasn’t weighted in exhaustion. Tense was the right word. The straight set of his shoulders gave it away. You knew all of his tales by now, and you knew damn well something was definitely wrong—the silence was too much, his posture was pinstraight, and his helmet was still on.
You paused, eyeing him in suspicion. “Cross? You okay?”
No answer.
Not even a tilt of his head or a breath.
There were times when Crosshair came back from a mission, as tense as he was right now, and you’d know immediately why. Pent up frustration, a hidden injury he stubbornly hid from his brothers, or he wasn’t in the mood to talk. Amongst other things. Usually, you’d get up quickly to fix him a meal. Or if he didn’t have any appetite, you’d quietly strip him out of his armor and just hold him. You wouldn’t ask him any questions, letting your presence and touch coax him to come back to you. You were aware how loud his thoughts could be that words failed him—the only thing you could do was wait for him until he was ready.
Tonight, it seemed to be that same case.
Carefully, you tried to move from your bed to assess him.
But then he raised a hand, causing you to stay seated.
You blinked, confused from his action. “What is it—”
He retrieved something from his back, and you tracked the movement until a long slip of fabric emerged from behind. It was red, their red, and against the dim light of your lamp, it seemed eerily similar to silk. It must've cost something from somewhere. Crosshair then approached the bed, stopping right in front of you with the silk in his gloved hand.
Without a word, he held it towards you.
You cast a glance at it, the gears in your head turning.
“Is this your gift?” you stared up at him, smiling in amusement. “It’s lovely, Cross. How should I use—”
He answered for you. No, demonstrated.
Because before the question was finished, the silk covered your eyes, bathing your vision in crimson until everything was swallowed in darkness. The action elicited a gasp from you. A shot of thrill ran down your spine at the realization.
Oh.
He’s never done this to you before. Kriff, you never even imagined this happening before.
Suddenly, with the loss of your sight, you depended on other senses in wait for his next move.
Silence.
Pure, tantalizing silence.
You held your breath, listening to your surroundings intently.
It hitched the moment an ungloved finger met your bottom lip, his thumb, the sound of something dropping cluttered on your floor. His helmet, you assumed. You focused on the way he began to stroke your lip, the faint sound of his breathing might’ve been the loudest thing in the room amidst the quiet. Then, his thumb dragged low, tugging your bottom lip until it was parted—enough for him to slip it inside and rest against your tongue.
On instinct, you sucked softly.
A sharp inhale pierced the air, but no word still.
Fine.
You could get him talking.
Reaching outwards, your hands found their way around his codpiece.
Even without your sight, you knew how to unlatch each piece like the back of your hand. Already mastered from countless experiences. He didn’t stop you as you worked. Sucking on his thumb gently whilst the armor pieces fell. When you grazed the bulge straining against his blacks, palming the hardening length, another hiss came from above. He still didn’t talk or make a move to stop you when your fingers dipped inside his waistband and tugged.
His thumb gently parted your mouth wider, his free hand threading across your hair. Gently urging you forward until the hot, blunt head of his cock kissed your lips.
You moaned around him, immediately sucking on his tip and letting the taste of him coat your tongue.
In your imagination, you pictured him watching you with that intense look in his sharp eyes. Dark, heated, and piercing. When he’s frustrated, he won't waste time and start off rough. When he felt lazier than usual, he’d let you control the pace. Right now, it seemed he was handing you the reins again, which you had no complaints over.
The same thumb that’s been inside your mouth caressed your cheek, lightly tapping to signal you to take him deeper. And without hesitation, you obeyed. Inching slowly down his base, breathing in through your nose, until the tip of him finally reached the back of your throat. Before, you could hardly fit all of him inside your mouth without gagging or tearing up. Now, it was easier to take him in. Too easy in fact.
And since when did he feel thicker?
The observation lingered at the back of your mind but before you could dwell on it, he slowly pulled away.
A shuddering sigh escaped him, and you focused on keeping your cheeks sucked in.
You took him in hand, worshipping him just how he liked.
Tracing the vein underneath his length, swirling your tongue around his tip, before taking him in again. The more he began to release those breathless noises, the more it fueled you to move faster. The hand on your head flexed, not gripping tightly, just enough to let you know he liked that. So you continued worshipping him with your tongue, keeping the pace steady and your cheeks sucked in. When you felt him throbbing, you returned to his tip and kept him on edge. Your hand pumped loosely around him, feeling his weight and length twitch the closer he got to his release.
But even after all that, he still wasn’t talking.
It was strange now that you knew how filthy his words could become once he’s lost in pleasure. How he’s equally praising and mocking you: how pretty you were with your mouth stuffed full of him, how he’s been thinking of it the whole time he’s away. But now it’s gone, rendered silent except for hitched gasps and choked grunts. But you didn’t ponder deeper on it anymore. Not when you could feel him nearing, not when you heard him whimper for the first time, and began bucking his hips inside your mouth to chase his release.kisses while caressing your legs.
After you came down from your high, you could hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears as your mind scrambled back in place.
“Kriff,” you let out a breathless laugh, completely in disbelief. “That was new. Stars, where’d you get this idea from—”
“It was suggested by Crosshair.”
“That makes sense. He knows a thing or two about…”
Wait.
Slowly, you raised the blindfold and looked down—
Messy brown hair. Round, brown eyes. Foggy goggles.
Your eyes widened, staring in shock as the realization hit. “Tech?”
The said man only nodded. “Yes, my dear?”
My dear.
Not doll.
An array of emotions flitted through you in the span of seconds.
Confusion, denial, then disbelief.
You glanced down, seeing the dark armor pieces still cluttered on the floor. Crosshair's helmet with them. When you glanced back to Tech, he was in fact wearing his brother’s armor. His chest piece, his pauldrons, but without his rifle in sight. Was this a dream? Why haven’t you woken up yet? What the fuck was going on?
But before you could demand an explanation, the door to your room slid open.
And your heart dropped.
Crosshair stood there, arms crossed, wearing a knowing grin on his sharp features. For a brief moment, it reminded you of the first time he visited your apartment many months ago. The only difference was… he was wearing Tech’s armor.
It was suggested by Crosshair.
You gaped, speechless and horrified.
He leaned against your doorway, voice thick with dark amusement. “Did you like my surprise?”
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You lay awake the next morning, processing the events that have occurred the night before.
Beside you, Crosshair slept peacefully with his arm draped across your stomach. His cheek was pressed on your forehead, breathing steady and light. On your other side, Tech snored quietly. Like his brother, his arm rested just below Crosshair’s, and his face was buried in your neck. Both were bare, marked, and equally spent. While you lay there, staring at your ceiling, convincing yourself if it was a dream or not.
How did it exactly come to this situation?
Well, you remembered staring at Crosshair after he had just made himself appear.
And after prolonged silence, it was Tech who finally broke it.
“It seems this arrangement might have upset her,” he finally set your legs down from his shoulders, his touch lingering just a second longer. “Perhaps we should explain ourselves.”
Crosshair sighed, finally entering the room with a casual flourish. “Calm down. She’s not upset—”
You sat up straight, aiming an incredulous look at them. “Not upset? Oh, I’m about to be more than upset if you don't explain yourselves.”
That caused both brothers to grimace. A tense look was exchanged between them, another silent conversation shared through their gazes alone. They must’ve thought whatever this plan was would only fly by you. Well, they thought wrong. Crosshair should’ve at least prepared you beforehand. Other than the ominous surprise he had messaged earlier, you absolutely had no clue what was happening. How long was this planned behind your back? Did Hunter and Wrecker know?
You pulled your legs up to your chest and hugged them close, lightly glaring at each of them.
“It was my suggestion,” Crosshair muttered, finally breaking his stare from his brother. “Only because I’m aware he likes you too.”
That caught your attention quickly. “What?”
Tech cleared his throat, you fought the urge not to eye the remaining slickness staining his chin as he began to explain. “I will not deny it. My attraction towards your character has been a… problem. For quite some time now. I barely possess any knowledge on how to navigate through these unknown urges. All I know is that they are not unwanted. It is only a matter of time until Crosshair discovers and—”
“Oh, I knew all along.” The sniper remarked sardonically, rolling his eyes. “You weren’t so subtle yourself, genius. You really think I wasn’t watching every time you’re here?”
An indignant scoff escaped Tech, but you picked up on his flush deepening at the accusation.
Your brows furrowed, more confused than ever. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
You didn’t know which the question was directed for, as long as you got a proper explanation.
Crosshair shifted on his feet, letting his eyes fall on your exposed legs before averting them away.
“Because I don’t share.”
“And… what changed?”
“Because you like him too.”
“I don’t—”
“Doesn’t matter now,” the silver-haired clone shook his head dismissively. “I don’t share what’s mine. But I'm willing to do it once. Just so I can show him what he’s missing.”
Then, he was approaching your side.
You took your time studying him too. And stars, it wasn’t fair how he looked so good wearing Tech’s armor like that. Somehow, it fits him just right. You’d be lying if you said Tech didn’t look good in Crosshair’s armor too. Both of them wore the other devastatingly well, it annoyed you even more. Maybe they really were twins. And maybe, just maybe, you could let this pass with the right persuasion.
Fingers grabbed hold of your cheeks, now with the familiar rougher touch you were used to, forcing you to stare up and meet his darkening gaze. A shadow fell over his expression, irked and disappointed. As though you were the one who had done something against him.
“But you didn’t answer the question, doll.” Crosshair swept a thumb across your bottom lip. “Did you like my gift? And don’t lie.”
Your lips parted, unsure of what to answer.
Your mind told you no.
That rational, logical part inside you screamed every single thing about this was wrong. But then there was the traitorous, curious part deep in your mind that wanted to know where this would lead to. Just once. What would it feel like to have them together? Was Crosshair truly fine with this? What’s going to happen after this—
A light tap brought you back to reality, and you only registered him patting your cheek.
When you blinked, you saw a smirk at the edge of his mouth. “Must’ve liked it. Was it so good you can’t think properly now? I always knew you were a whore.”
Tech sputtered from the foot of your bed. “Crosshair, that language is not necessary—”
But what he didn’t know was this was his brother’s language. The taunting, the mock sympathy, the cruelty. It was the language that got you thinking about him for days after that night in the refreshers back in 79’s. The same tone he used when he visited time and time again. And kriff did you miss it. The same man from that night finally resurfaced, and he was glaring down at you, waiting for an answer.
A shaky exhale slipped from your parted lips. “Yes.”
Both brothers tensed at your response.
Tension blanketed the room, almost palpable, as the three of you refused to move or breathe in fear of breaking it.
But Crosshair saw it—that same glint in your eyes the night you lead him towards the refreshers—and he inhaled sharply. “Yes what, doll?”
His hand trailed down, grazing your jaw, until those long fingers encircled your throat. He gave an experimental squeeze, and you nearly whimpered at the pressure. His jaw clenched at the soft sound, at the way your lashes fluttered, and the pleading look you gave him. Not far from your bed, you saw movement from the corner of your eye.
When you glanced over, you saw Tech watching you.
Intensely, darkly, heatedly.
“Eyes on me,” Crosshair squeezed your throat again, harder this time. “I’m the one talking. Yes what, doll?”
You swallowed your pride, and confessed. “I liked it. I liked your surprise.”
“Oh, I’m sure you did.” His face lowered, stopping just an inch away from yours. “I could hear you from outside the door. Every sound you made. Every call of my name. While another man was between your legs, I’m still the one on your mind.”
Your gaze dropped to his lips, unable to seal the distance with the hand around your neck. “Aren’t you gonna ask me the more important question?”
Hearing the challenge in your tone, his voice darkened. “That is?”
You smiled, playing with the fire now. “Did I like it better than yours?”
His whole body froze. Not even a twitch from his fingers. Not even a muscle in his jaw flexed.
Just pure, tantalizing silence. Again.
Until finally, he spoke. “Well? Was it better?”
Bravery (or stupidity) filled your nerves as you decided to lean closer, brushing your noses together. He didn’t stop you, but his grip tightened. A clear warning not to test him. Not to add more fuel to the fire. But you were enjoying yourself now. If you were going to get burned, they’re both going to burn with you. One way or another.
“It was,” you tilted your head, breathing the words into his parted lips. “He made me feel so good. I almost forgot my own name.”
A low, rumbling growl escaped him. “Is that how you thank me in return? Tch, maybe you should be punished instead.”
“Maybe,” you then threw a glance over your shoulder, making eye contact with Tech. “Tech would be more than happy to oblige.”
You could see the gears turning in his ingenious head, the clues slowly piecing together, before he straightened with newfound intent and purpose.
“I believe a behavioral correction can be arranged,” he began moving, circling around until you lost him behind your periphery. “She certainly needs to be educated for this unpleasant attitude.”
His breath ghosted your nape, making you shiver at the proximity.
At that moment, Crosshair saw the flash of excitement on your face and decided.
“I agree.”
He pulled you in by your neck, kissing you with every frustration and long buried jealousy he has concealed for months. And you could do nothing but melt. Allowing yourself to be burned from the heat of his mouth, the fire in his tongue, and the ember in his touch. If you’d be ash by the end of this night, then let it be done by their hands. Let it be by their shared hunger and possession. And let it be done together.
Behind you, Tech's mouth claimed your nape. One of his hands snaked its way between your legs, and you couldn’t believe how easily you parted them for him. His fingers found your center again, still soaking and sensitive from earlier, eliciting a shiver from your body. He began his exploration again, more confident than before, sliding from your clit down to your entrance.
You moaned into the kiss, spurring Crosshair to push himself deeper.
“Did you like it?” he rasped, parting briefly. “When you had him in your mouth?”
You nodded, chasing his lips. “I did.”
“Did you like it when he had his mouth on you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want him inside you?”
“Please.”
Crosshair clicked his tongue, unamused. “You really are a whore, aren’t you? Wanting two men at the same time. Soaked for the both of us. Greedy little thing.”
Oh, you missed this. You missed him. This meaner and rougher version of him. The one you met that night, who fucked you hard against the refresher sink, and made you unable to walk properly for days. You loved your Crosshair, the man who made you feel loved above all else, but this Crosshair was the soldier—brutal, merciless, and lethal. And now that he’s shown himself again, you’d take the opportunity to claim him.
Tech cursed behind you, the sound strained and breathless. “Fascinating. She responds to your words exceptionally well. Her body tells me she is more aroused when given degradation instead of—”
“I know,” came his brother’s dark chuckle. “I know about her little secret. She wants to be used. Treated like a whore. Well, it’s about time we oblige. Isn’t that right, doll?”
A high whimper poured from your throat, nodding. “Please.”
A cruel smirk appeared on his lips. “Good girl.”
He pulled away from you, hands making a quick work of his codpiece. “Get her on her knees.”
It took you a second to process the command wasn’t directed at you, but at his brother. And before you could formulate another thought, Tech tugged you from behind. Effortlessly manhandling your body until your hands were on the bed and your knees were spread, reminding you that he, too, was a soldier. The display of hidden strength only aroused you even more.
Now, you had Crosshair in front and Tech at the back.
Never in your wildest dreams did you expect this to happen.
You couldn’t even comprehend how Crosshair managed to persuade Tech of all people to agree to this.
Then it clicked, remembering his words not long ago.
“You think he’s not tempted? Pay attention next time, doll.”
Kriff, so he wasn't joking?
Before you could dwell on it further, Crosshair finally released himself from his armor and blacks.
“You can take it, right?” The mockery in his voice should’ve humiliated you. Instead, a shot of electricity ran through your spine. “Oh, you can. Tech already prepped you earlier. Shouldn’t be a struggle if he just goes right in.”
From behind, you felt Tech—raw, hard, and throbbing—gliding himself against you. Next were his hands, holding your hips in a possessive grip, using them to move himself back and forth. But he doesn’t slide right in just like how Crosshair said. You wished you could actually see his expression, but it gave you time to focus on the sight in front of you, watching the silver-haired soldier run a fist around himself. Long, steady, and firm strokes. His eyes never left your face, darkening as soon as you met his gaze.
The scene was both obscene and thrilling.
“Enjoying yourself, doll?” he neared himself to your lips, sighing when you kissed his tip.
“I am,” you kissed him again. “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself too.”
Crosshair tried to retort something when you suddenly sucked on his head, the only words coming out of him was a sharp hiss through gritted teeth. “Shut it.”
Okay.
As you were about to take him deeper, Tech slowly buried himself inside you.
The three of you moaned in unison.
You could hear Tech’s strangled breathing from behind, fingers flexing on your hips, inching himself closer until he completely filled you. Meanwhile, Crosshair had a hard time suppressing his grunts the moment he reached the back of your throat. You missed the way both brothers shared another look from above, and before you could fully adjust to the sizes, they started moving.
The moan you released was muffled around Crosshair, and he groaned loudly in response.
“That's it. Made for this, huh?”
At first, their rhythm was uneven. Tech was a little inexperienced from the way he shallowly moved, while Crosshair immediately settled on his usual pace. Gradually, through that strange connection, the two found the right pace and you were left on cloud nine between them.
“Knew you could take it,” the sniper grinned down at you. Then to Tech. “Go rougher. Since she likes it that way.”
You physically felt the conflict rippling through Tech from the way he wavered, but it didn't take long for him to recover.
Quietly, you heard him rasp next to your ear.
“Do I have your permission?”
Unable to talk or nod, you could only push your hips back against him.
Tech let out another strangled breath, before his restraint vanished. In the next second, he was pulling out and thrusting in exactly like his brother instructed. Rough, ruthless, and uncharacteristically domineering. If you told yourself before Tech could fuck like this, you would've never believed the words coming right out of your mouth. But it wasn't impossible, you knew he could easily pick up on a skill with a limited amount of time to learn it. And within the time he spent with you earlier disguised as his brother, he already has your body memorized.
“Have you thought of this before?” Crosshair directed the question at you, still wearing that arrogant smirk. “The two of us? Using you as we please?”
Tech cursed out loud when you clenched around him, grunting in effort to keep himself composed.“I believe she has. She—Maker—She is tightening around me in response—”
“You're not so innocent too, Tech. You've thought of this before.”
“Why are you inquiring this at this moment—”
“No need to be shy. I've seen the way you looked at her.”
Out of all the times they chose to bicker. If you could, you would've rolled your eyes at their antics. But with the way they're both moving, Tech's thorough thrusts and Crosshair’s punishing pace, all you could do was whimper helplessly. Their words got lost on you the moment your jaw started to ache. Your elbows could barely support yourself, trembling with exhaustion, but you forced yourself upright. Your noises didn't seem to gather their attention, so you resorted to squeezing around Tech again.
As expected, his words cut off with a grunt. “Ahh— She is— Are you close, my dear?”
Crosshair finally looked down on you, his hips never wavering. “Already? But we just started, doll. Don't think I'm done with you yet.”
He wiped the tears away from your eyes, clicking his tongue repeatedly.
“But for now, I'll let Tech have his fill.”
Then, he removed himself from your mouth, as though granting you brief mercy.
Gasping for air, you finally let yourself drop against the bed. Your arms were shaking, face buried in the sheets as more noises poured from your mouth. Behind you, Tech readjusted himself and quickened his pace. Without Crosshair in his way, he could freely use you as he wished. And some part in you loved it—to be used and desired like this—to have these men, these soldiers, at your disposal.
“Tell her,” Crosshair's voice hissed from above. “Tell her the things you told me about her.”
What?
Scrambling for purchase, you propped yourself on your elbows and glanced over your shoulder. “What—kriff—is he talking about, Tech?”
The eye contact caused him to lose focus, releasing that whimper again as his thrusts became more desperate. “He is—He is telling the truth. I have thought about this before. Shamelessly. Wrongfully. To want you when you are already with another man. My brother. I thought it would disappear on its own but— it never did.”
One of his hands came down to your spine, tracing the curve of it in a reverent manner.
“I have spent every moment observing you. Since the night we met, you simply intrigued me. However, you made your choice when you chose him. Thus, I settled on keeping my feelings at bay. I assumed it was nothing but a carnal urge, but this is one of the rarer times I was wrong.”
His other hand vanished between your legs.
The moment he circled a finger around your clit, stars burst behind your eyelids. The coil was unfurling again, and you clung to your sheets at the pleasure waiting to snap.
“And I heard everything,” Tech continued, voice wrecked and breathless. “Every time I came to visit. I hear everything. Those sounds haunted me many nights. An irrational part within me yearned to be the cause of them.”
His confession, raw and unfiltered, combined with the relentless drag of his cock against that perfect spot inside you, sent you spiraling. Your walls fluttered and clenched hard around him, the pressure in your core snapping like a live wire.
“Tech!” you cried out, the sound breaking into a desperate sob as your second orgasm crashed over you.
Your thighs shook violently, back bowing off the bed as pleasure tore through every nerve. You could feel yourself pulsing, soaking him, pulling him deeper with every involuntary spasm.
Tech’s rhythm faltered, a choked groan ripping from his throat. “Maker— you feel incredible—”
His fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place as he drove in once more, burying himself to the hilt. His body tensed above you, muscles locking, and then he was coming with a low, shuddering moan that sounded almost surprised by its own intensity. You felt the hot pulse of him spilling deep inside you, hips jerking with each wave until he finally stilled, panting against your shoulder.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your mingled, ragged breaths. Your body was still trembling, floating in that hazy afterglow, when you felt large hands on your waist.
Crosshair didn’t give you time to recover.
With effortless strength, he pulled you from beneath his brother. Tech made a soft, reluctant sound as he slipped out of you, but he didn’t protest. In one smooth motion, Crosshair flipped you onto your back and settled between your spread thighs, caging you in with his arms. His silver hair fell messily over his forehead, and that dangerous, predatory smirk you knew so well curved his lips.
The look in his eyes was pure sin.
“We’re not done yet,” he murmured, voice low and rough with promise. His cock—hard and flushed—rested heavy against your slick, sensitive folds. He rocked his hips once, teasingly gliding along your wetness, coating himself in the mix of your release and Tech’s.
You shivered beneath him, still breathless, still pulsing from the aftershocks. “Cross…”
He leaned down, brushing his lips against your ear, teeth grazing the shell of it.
“You wanted both of us, doll. You’re going to get both of us.” His hand slid down to grip your thigh, hitching it higher around his waist. “And I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to while he watches.”
Behind him, you caught a glimpse of Tech adjusting his goggles, eyes dark and fixed on the two of you, chest still heaving. The flush on his cheeks hadn’t faded.
Crosshair’s smirk widened as he notched the head of his cock at your entrance, pushing in just enough to make you gasp.
“We’re not done yet,” he repeated, voice dripping with dark promise as he sank into you in one smooth thrust.
You gasped at the familiar stretch, your body still sensitive and slick from Tech. He didn’t give you time to adjust—he never did when he was like this—setting a punishing rhythm that had the bed creaking beneath you.
He took you hard and deep, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other gripped your hip, angling you exactly how he wanted.
“Eyes here,” he growled whenever your eyes fluttered toward Tech. “Keep them on me.”
You came again under his relentless pace, clenching around him as he spilled inside you with a low, satisfied groan, marking you in the most primal way.
He barely pulled out before Tech was there, gentle but no less eager. The bespectacled clone flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so you were on all fours. Again. His hands explored your back and thighs with curious reverence as he slid back into your soaked heat, a broken sound tumbling from his chest as his eyelids fluttered shut.
“Fascinating,” he murmured, as though he was commenting on the weather. “How perfectly you accommodate both of us.”
His thrusts were steadier, more experimental—finding every angle that made you whimper and tremble—while Crosshair knelt in front of you, feeding his cock back into your mouth.
They found their rhythm quickly, taking turns like that for what felt like hours. Crosshair would fuck you into the mattress while Tech watched, stroking himself and offering quiet, filthy observations that only made you wetter. Then Tech would take over, slow and thorough, while Crosshair kissed you breathless or whispered taunts in your ear about how greedy you were for both of them.
At one point they had you between them properly. Crosshair beneath you, buried deep in your walls, while Tech pressed in from behind, stretching you in a way that left you sobbing with overwhelming pleasure. They moved in sync, one pulling out while the other pushed in, their hands everywhere, mouths claiming every inch of skin they could reach. Crosshair’s mocking praise mixed with Tech’s breathless analysis until your mind went blissfully blank.
You lost count of how many times they made you come—on their tongues, their fingers, their cocks. They switched positions fluidly. You riding Tech while Crosshair fucked your mouth, bent over the edge of the bed with Crosshair behind you and Tech’s fingers working your clit, pressed between their bodies in a messy, sweaty tangle as they both chased release again and again.
By the time the first hints of Coruscant’s dawn filtered through the window, all three of you were spent.
You lay in the middle of the wrecked bed, limbs tangled, skin sticky with sweat and release. Crosshair’s arm was heavy across your waist, his face buried in your neck as his breathing evened out into sleep. Tech curled against your other side, one hand resting possessively on your thigh, goggles discarded somewhere on the floor. His soft snores were already starting.
You stared at the ceiling for a long moment, body aching in the best way, mind hazy with exhaustion and satisfaction. A small, dazed smile tugged at your lips.
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Summary: You wear your favourite sundress knowing Tech has too much on hit plate to appreciate it, but you need to do the supply run anyway, so where's the harm in making him wait?
Warnings: This is very much 18+ Minors do not interact! Minimal plot, lots of teasing, slight edging?, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), oral (m receiving), jealous/possessive/somewhat dom Tech
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It was always too hot on Pabu. Too hot to keep your armor on all the time, even too hot to wear your blacks all the time. You genuinely didn't know how the batch could wear so many layers on this island.
With it being your turn for the supply run, you decided to mitigate the heat by wearing your favourite sundress. You rarely had a chance to wear it and it complemented you so well. Besides, it wasn't as if you needed to suddenly go away on a mission any time soon, you were just going to the market.
An added bonus was that wearing such a dress was a sure-fire way to tease Tech. You had been together for a few months, since everything had calmed down and you were able to finally relax on Pabu. Your mutual feelings were known well before that, but the timing was never right.
It surprised you how clingy he could be. He always came off as someone who was very protective of his space, which wasn't untrue, he was just also protective of your space.
So when you wandered out of your bunk in your little sundress knowing he was knee-deep in repairs on the Marauder, it added a sense of mischief to your outfit.
"I'm heading out for the supply run, I'll be back soon." You called over to him, glancing to the array of tools splayed out around the floor.
His head poked out from under the console and he looked at you, eying you up and down. You saw him visibly swallow before he spoke.
"You are wearing that?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I? It's hot out."
"N-no I mean... you look beautiful, but I cannot go with you to–." He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, feeling guilty for coming across so jealously. He sighed and looked back at you "Thank you for going on the supply run. You have my list, correct?"
"No need to thank me, it's my turn. And yes, I have everyone's lists." You smiled then opened the ship's door. "Oh and, when I return, you'll be the only one to see what's under my sundress, if you'd like."
You winked then exited the ship before he could respond, however you heard the loud clattering noise of tools falling over.
You decided to take the long way to the market. After all, it was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, and the warm breeze tickled your skin. And if it meant Tech had to wait longer to see you when you got back, so be it.
Villagers greeted you as you passed them, the occasional fisherman stared maybe a few seconds too long, but you didn't pay it any mind, and eventually you made it to the market.
You decided to peruse the market stalls for a while, looking at the different trinkets and items for sale, making sure you were picking the best quality items, examining each piece of fruit closely when you got to the produce stands to ensure you weren't buying something bruised, chatting with the stall owners about their selections.
By the time you had finally crossed off every item from the various lists and arranged for them to be delivered to the Marauder the following day, it was already evening. You sighed looking off into the sunset beginning to dip into the ocean below, and decided you shouldn't torment Tech any longer.
You walked back toward the landing port, this time hurrying a little bit, until you eventually reached the Marauder.
The door opened for you and you stepped in, it was quiet, no longer sounds of Tech's repairs, nor was there sound of anyone else on board. You shrugged, assuming you were alone and began walking toward your bunk.
"Stop." A voice rang out from the cockpit. The door was open but you didn't see anyone, until the pilot chair spun around. Tech did not seem pleased. He sat with his arms folded over his chest and one leg crossed over the other.
"It is nice of you to finally return." He said, bitterly. You smirked in response.
"I'm sorry, my love. The supply run took me longer than intended."
"Did it? Or were you purposefully extending your stay?"
How did he know? You played it cool and walked toward the cockpit slowly, making sure he had a full view of you at all times.
"Do you truly believe I would make you wait all day?"
He leaned back, head resting against the back of the chair as he took you in. "Yes, I do, if it meant it would increase my need for you."
You stopped a few feet away from him. "Did it work?"
He uncrossed his legs, revealing a prominent bulge under his blacks, your mouth watered at the sight. "You tell me. This is after I had to take matters into my own hands."
You took another few steps forward, closing the distance between you. Your hands rested on Tech's face, tilting his head up toward you. "I'd say it worked." You smiled before capturing his lips with yours.
His tongue pushed past your lips, deepening the kiss, and you moaned into his mouth.
Tech's hands found their way to your hips, gripping the soft fabric. You broke away from the kiss, peppering his face with soft kisses over his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his jaw, and finally his neck.
He reached down, bunching the fabric up as he dipped his hand under your dress, gripping your thighs before slowly sliding up, intending to start removing your panties, only when he got to where the waistband should have been, he found nothing.
His eyes widened slightly before he looked up at you. Your bottom lip was sucked between your teeth.
"You wore this without any undergarments?" His voice a little more than a whisper.
"I told you, it was hot outside."
He swallowed thickly, you could tell he wasn't entirely sure if he should be disappointed or turned on.
"Besides, it's not like anyone saw... I think."
His grip tightened on your thighs. "You think?"
"I mean, a few of the fisherman couldn't keep their eyes off of me."
You knew full well that no one saw under your dress. The breeze was never strong enough to blow your dress up, and it was long enough to cover you. But you couldn't lie, the effect you were having on Tech only added to the hot coil you felt in your abdomen.
"Another test?" He asked, seeming to call your bluff.
"Who's to say? I don't know what they saw." You smirked as you began kissing him again.
His hand moved around to your ass and he squeezed the flesh. "It had better be a test." With his other hand, he reached up and placed it on your jaw, holding you so that you were looking into his eyes, you noticed that his pupils were blown wide behind his goggles. "You are mine. No one else's. I am the only one who gets to see you like this. Understood?"
You nodded as best as you could with his hand gripping your jaw. "Ye-yes, sir."
He let go of you, and stood up from his chair, looking down at you as he towered over you. You felt yourself clench around nothing with just his dark expression alone.
"Now, since you have made me wait all day, I think it is time I got what I wanted. Would you agree?"
You nodded, "Yes..."
"Good girl." He grabbed your shoulders and spun you around so that you were facing the viewport with your back flush against his chest. You felt his cock press into you through your clothing and you stifled a moan.
He walked you forward until you were at the console and he gently pushed your back down, bending you over in front of him.
You heard a faint beep from behind you and you realized he was recording this, not that you minded, he had discussed it with you in the past, but usually it meant he had things planned.
"Open your legs." He ordered. You did as you were told, spreading your legs for him. He pushed the fabric of your dress up over your ass, out of the way, and then with his other hand he grabbed your wrists, pinning them behind your back. It took you a minute to adjust but he assured his grip wasn't too tight as to make you uncomfortable.
He took a minute to free himself from his blacks, before his hands returned to you. The hand that wasn't holding your wrists slid up your thigh before gripping the soft flesh of your ass again.
Before long, his hand trailed down between your legs. He ran his long fingers between your folds before pushing two into you. You moaned as he began stretching you, pumping his fingers in and out, building the heat your felt in your core.
You whined when he pulled his fingers out of you completely, feeling the loss already, but those whines turned into whimpers as he began circling your clit with expert precision.
"Mmph, Tech," You moaned. The pressure began building further in your core. "Keep going."
"Does that feel good, mesh'la?" He asked, picking up the speed slightly.
"Y-yes!" You could feel yourself tighten, you knew you were getting close. The pressure in your abdomen getting almost unbearable. "F-fuck, Tech I'm so c–"
Just as you felt yourself about to snap, he withdrew his hand. You squirmed against the console, "Tech, please!"
"You are not the only one capable of torment." You couldn't see him but you knew he was smirking behind you. "That was for making me wait all day for you."
"But I–" any protest you had died on your lips when you felt him line himself up at your entrance.
He pushed his head in, letting you adjust before sinking in the rest of the way. You pushed your hips back into him, trying to feel more of him and he responded by snapping his hips forward.
"Gods, you feel so good around me." He pumped his length into you slowly, and dragged himself out even more so, determined to feel your warmth on every inch of him.
"Go faster, please," You whined. "Please, Tech."
"I am quite content at this pace."
"Please, I'll... I'll never make you wait again I–" you were on the verge of begging.
"And what about those fishermen? You can't stop them from looking at you."
"I'm yours, Tech. Only yours. Only you can make me feel good, only you f-FUCK–" Your pleas were interrupted by him slamming into you, quickening his thrusts.
"Go on." He offered.
"On-only you... can fuck me li-like this," you praised between thrusts.
"And who do you wear these pretty little dresses for?" His asked, pulling at the fabric bunched around your hips.
"Just... just you!"
"You have done well." His grip loosened on your wrists. "You may touch yourself."
Your hand flew to your core, tracing circles around your clit, you moaned into the console as you chased your high.
Tech's hands explored your body, feeling the soft material of your sundress, wanting nothing more than to rip it off of you, but he knew that would make up upset. His hands soon wandered down toward your ass and they began prodding your soft flesh before affixing themselves to your hips.
You heard him groan behind you as your walls began clenching, suffocating his cock. "That's it mesh'la."
His thrusts grew faster, more erratic. He was chasing his own orgasm, spurred on by the feeling of your pussy tightening around him.
You continued circling your clit with your fingers, feeling your own build up once again. Tech's hands dug into your hips, pulling you toward him each time he slammed into you. As you neared your orgasm, his name and praises fell from your lips over and over again, until finally you reached your peak.
You cried out his name as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your walls squeezed his cock, sending him tumbling over the edge after you.
He stilled as he shot his release into you, moaning as he painting your walls with his seed.
When he pulled out of you, you straightened yourself up, turning to face him as he tucked himself away. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him with such an intensity that it nearly sent him falling backward.
"I'm sorry," You told him after pulling away from the kiss.
His eyes widened, "Do not apologize, I am not upset with you. I would wait years for you, a few hours is nothing."
He smiled at you, leaning down to kiss your neck. You caressed the back of his head as he continued to litter kisses all along your neck. You moaned when you felt his teeth sink into you, before kissing the mark he left.
"And that will be so people know that you are taken."
"Even still, let me make it up to you." Your lips found his again, holding him close to you as you bucked your hips into him.
"Mmm," He moaned into your mouth, feeling himself start to stiffen again. "What did you have in mind?"
You kept eye contact with him as you slowly sank to your knees in front of him. His hands found their way into your hair as you ran your hands up and down his thighs, pulling his blacks down from his hips and kissing the soft skin. You left a trail of kisses leading toward his hardening cock before you took it in your hand, kissing along the side of it, helping to coax it along until he was fully erect.
You kissed his smooth head gently and he shuddered as your breath fanned over it before you took it into your mouth slowly. You gently swirled your tongue around it, tasting both of your juices on him as well as the new beads of pre-cum that leaked from the slit.
He guided your head further and you took more of him into your mouth. Your cheeks hollowed out as you sucked, and his grip on your hair tightened when he felt your tongue tracing the vein on the underside.
"Stars, you are incredible," He praised, his voice shaky. You hum in response, the vibrations eliciting a moan from him.
You took as much of him as you could into your mouth, and when he hit the back of your throat you gagged. This seemed to edge him on, when he felt you choke on his length, he took more control. Guiding your head so that he was essentially fucking your mouth, using you to get his relief.
The way he thrusted into you made drool spill from your lips and down your chin, tears pricked the corner of your eyes, but it also had you moaning around him.
His head fell back in pleasure for a moment as he felt your muffled moans radiate through him, before his gaze turned back to you, looking utterly fucked as you took his cock.
You peered up at him through your lashes as your tongue flattened against the underside of his cock. He let out a shaky breath and his eyebrows knitted together.
Tech could feel his release building up again as you continued to bob your head around him.
He was more delicate with his thrusts, but his pace quickened. He kept a firm grip on your hair, and he once again began chasing after his own high.
It didn't take long from there for him to unravel. His breaths grew unsteady and your name fell from his lips more times than you could register. He thrusted a few more times before he stilled, head falling back once more, a quiet groan escaping his throat and his cock twitched as he shot his release down your throat. You swallowed around him, making sure nothing was wasted, and when he was finished, he slowly pulled himself out.
You hastily wiped your drool away from your mouth and you rose to your feet.
"Am I forgiven?" You asked softly.
"There was nothing to forgive. But your efforts were certainly appreciated." He smirked and clicked off the recording from his goggles.
"You're finished recording already?" You reached up and placed a hand on his cheek as you stepped closer to him.
"Mesh'la, I do not believe I could go another round without rest." He admitted quietly.
"You're right, you could use something to drink. Or maybe to eat?" Your eyes gleamed with mischief once again when you saw the understanding in his. "Why don't we go to my bunk so I can show you everything under my dress, as I promised?"
He leaned toward you, kissing you again. You reached up toward his goggles, pressing the record button before smirking at him and pulling him by the hand toward your bunk.
Volumén: MUCHO RUIDO, Kentin gime y solloza si se la chupas, va a gemir y gruñir mientras se corre, no esconde sus gemidos y tampoco es que pueda. Es muy sensible, no podrá evitar hacer ruido pero créeme que es adorable y exitante.
Amamanta a este pobre bebé! Al principio puede mostrarse molesto por ser llamado bebé pero pronto le dará igual. Lo único que le importa es tener tus lindos pechos en su boca, no importa si son pequeños o grandes ¡LOS ADORA IGUAL! Si estás embarazada y te encuentras en esa etapa donde se te hinchan los pechos y comienzas a lactar, olvidate de ir al médico. Él mismo se encargará de sacar toda la leche de tus hinchados pechos, los masajeará y besara al mínimo quejido de tu parte.
Breeding kink. Por favor déjalo correrse en ti, si por el fuera te haría 100 hijos, en serio 100 hijos. Le excita tanto la sensación de estarte llenando con su semilla y verte gestar a su hijo. Pero es una exageración, desde luego que sabe que un hijo es una gran responsabilidad y que el embarazo no es tan hermoso como parece, tendrán los hijos que tu quieras.
Creampie. una parte del breeding kink ¡Necesita ver su semen goteando de tus agujeros! cuando estés decidida a no tener más hijos él correra a hacerse la vasectomía porque no puede soportar la idea de no poderte dejar llena hasta el borde, marcar tu interior con su semen y tampoco le gustaría que sufrieras los efectos colaterales de las pastillas anticonceptivas o otros métodos con riesgos secundarios.
Fetiches ocultos? El único fetiche que ha mantenido oculto, es que le llama la atención la idea de llenarte con chocolate para después lamerte la piel hasta que no quede ni el olor sobre ti, la idea de usarte como bandeja de postres lo excita tanto como lo avergüenza. No creo que saque el tema pronto.
Orales 🙂↔️. Ama que le des orales, lo hace sentir deseado y lo ayuda con sus inseguridades, se siente en la cima del mundo cuando se la chupas. Ni esperes ver a un hombre dominante, va a llorar y sollozar. La primera vez que le hiciste un oral comenzó a llorar a mares y después se avergonzó fingiendo con que le entró algo al ojo, dile que todo está bien, que lo quieres y terminará llorando de placer; Incluso intentará contener su orgasmo lo más posible sólo para seguir teniendote entre sus piernas adorandolo. También le encanta dar, quiere hacerte sentir lo que le haces sentir a él, con él no habrán prisas. Él no te devora, degusta cada segundo de tu piel, adora tu sabor, olor, textura. Aunque lo haga suave te va a hacer llorar de placer, créeme 🚑 no va a parar hasta que también estés sollozando y con las piernas colgando de sus hombros.
Lugares. No le gusta el peligro, prefiere hacerlo en casa sobre la cama, quizás contra la pared, tal vez en la cocina. Si lo agarras muy experimental, tal vez pueda llegar a probar estando en un salón, pero sólo toques, es demasiado tímido para llegar a algo más que acariciar tus muslos, agarrarte el trasero o besarte discretamente en el cuello. Si intentas tocarlo inmediatamente te quitará la mano de ahí y te verá con la cara más roja que jamás le hayas visto 🚑🚑🚑, por más que lo intente no va a poder contener sus gemidos y no puede concentrarse del todo en ti. Por eso prefiere un lugar seguro y acogedor, uno que conozca y en el que sepa bien que estarán solos.
Pegging. Al principió se va a quejar, no quiere, se niega, se sentirá humillado y se molestará. Pero mimalo un poquito y dile lo mucho que te excitaría verlo así y ya tienes a tu hombre puesto en 4 para ti sólo para verte feliz. Va a llorar la primera vez y tratará de aguantarse para no gemir pero su cuerpo lo terminará traicionado, no hay nada que pueda decir para ocultar que se corrió por tenerte a ti penetrandolo. Sencillamente no puede negar que le gustó, no va a pedirlo el mismo en las primeras veces pero una vez se acostumbré le dará menos pena aceptarlo.
Masturbación. No lo hace seguido, de hecho, no lo hace al menos de que esté totalmente desesperado. Cuando aún no eran pareja lo hacía más seguido de lo que le gustaría admitir, a veces sólo te imaginaba sonriendo y de un momento a otro, su imaginación lo llevaba a verte gimiendo y en sus brazos, haciendo que no pudiera controlarse. Actualmente prefiere esperar a tenerte de verdad pero si estás ocupada lo hace viendo fotos tuyas o si quiere algo más íntimo lo hará sólo imaginando y recordando momentos anteriores, no le gusta la idea de grabar, no quiere exponerte, ni a ti ni a él. Prefiere que sea algo que sólo viva en sus memorias.
Posiciones. Kentin no es muy explorador en esto, prefiere las poses básicas, no se preocupa mucho por eso, sólo se deja llevar hasta que se da cuenta de como están. Pero si tuviera que decir cuales le gustan sobre cualquier otra sin duda serían Face off. Tenerte entre sus brazos y poder besarte mientras se abrazan lo llena de emoción que podría llorar sin importar ya cuanto tiempo hayan estado juntos. Además sus piernas están bien entrenadas, desde luego que puede aguantar tener sexo estando sentado, también le gusta cargarte contra la pared, aunque no es hábitual, es una pose que lo hace sentir poderoso, que tiene control sobre ti. Cuando se siente frustrado o celoso es a lo primero que recurre; Es una pose que lo hace dejar en claro cuanta fuerza y resistencia tiene, haciendolo sentir suficiente y le da control de la situación.
NO! Sus no son lo normal, no le gusta nada la idea del masoquismo ni nada referente a causarte o causarle un daño real. El bebito a penas y puede darte una nalgada sin disculparse después unas 30 veces y sentirse culpable hasta que lo tranquilices. Nada de bdsm con él, aunque si realmente quieres, tal vez pueda aceptar atarte o ser atado a la cama, pero siempre con la seguridad de que si quieren parar, lo harán al instante.
Si le das permiso una vez, vas a amanecer con él entre tus piernas, no te preocupes en hacerle el desayuno porque él ya está comiendo. La manera en la que cierra los ojos y gime por sólo comerte lo hace parecer que está degustando un platillo de 5 estrellas Michelin después de pasar un mes de hambruna, y para él sí lo es, el mejor platillo que ha probado y probará en su vida.
Prefiere tu cuerpo desnudo, le encanta cuando usas lencería pero no dura mucho en ti porque ama sentir su piel tocandolo y abrazandolo, cuando lo tomas en tus brazos desnuda se siente como estar en el cielo. No niega lo sexy que te ves con lencería y lo caliente que lo pone verte así pero simplemente al terminar no te quedará encima.
Puede aguantarte hasta 3 rondas seguidas pero a la 4ta empezará a llorar de sobrestimulación, tiene mucha resistencia y voluntad por su entrenamiento pero también tiene límites. Aunque su cuerpo no aguante más, está más que dispuesto a seguir complaciendote con su boca o sus dedos, lo que desees y si es que puedes aguantarlo.
Prefiere el sexo suave y tranquilo, adora llenarte de besos y hacerte el amor como a una diosa, pero si está celoso no dudará en hacerte llorar y gemir su nombre como si fuera todo lo que tienes en el mundo. Aunque parezca molesto sus toques seguirán siendo amables pero claramente mucho más urgentes y desesperados como si estuviera abriendo un regalo.
Si le preguntas si prefiere "culo o tetas", no va a ser ni una ni la otra, prefiere tus muslos, sean delgados o gruesos, ama acostarse sobre ellos y que le acaricies el cabello. Le encanta como lo aprietan y tiemblan mientras te lame, le gusta sentir su peso en sus hombros, también le encanta sentir como se enroscan en sus caderas mientras te besa y te embiste como un loco contra la pared. Ama todo de ti, tu simple existencia lo vuelve loco de amor pero si lo pones a elegir, sí que tiene su lugar favorito.
Es un experto en los cuidados posteriores, hasta podrías decir que es de sus partes favoritas. Si están demasiado cansados simplemente te abraza contra él de cucharita y te acaricia el cabello. Si aún tiene energía te llevará cargando hasta el baño y él mismo te lavará con tanta suavidad que te hace sentir como una estatua de cristal, incluso te viste él mismo mientras sigue besando tu piel a cada paso.
Le gusta quitarte la ropa porque puede ir besando cada zona que descubre cada vez que te retira una prenda pero también le encanta verte quitandotela tu misma, lo excita demasiado que a penas puede esperar.
No es un aficionado de usar juguetes pero si a ti te gusta no tiene mucho problema, es alguien que prefiere más lo natural sólo porque se trata de ti, no necesita nada más que a ti entre sus brazos para ser feliz. Que estés a su lado es el mayor placer que puede tener así que prefiere no usarlos, le parecen innecesarios.
I discovered that the fandom isn't as dead as I thought during the server maintenance, publishing this word vomit might actually resonate with someone on here lolol-
cw: fem!reader, smut, established relationship, self-deprecating thoughts by Seven (+idolizing MC), first time sex, implied virgin!Seven, unprotected sex, rough sex (dom!Seven if you will), mentions of religion, if you squint there might be a trace of a corruption kink
bf!Saeyoung who, to your dismay, tries to ignore his debilitating sexual attraction towards you. You're not sure if it's due to his beliefs, his secretive nature, or his habit of resolving issues (his feelings) entirely by himself. But he leaves you to your own devices, not noticing your sexual frustration, swallowing his own, for quite a long time.
bf!Saeyoung who feels guilty for sexualising you, not knowing you long for him to do so. He tries to hide his desire for you, noticing it slipping through the cracks of his hard shell occasionally. He isn't aware how much his fleeting touches, quick glances down your shirt and his meticulously thought-out innuendos affect you, how much he turns you on.
bf!Saeyoung who doesn't shy away from messing with you, teasing you, joking around until sunrise. But when it comes to touching you, he treats you like a fragile, precious doll that could crack with every hard grip. Even when you sit on his lap, sentimental due to the late hours, intimately sharing a kiss. His hands always find themselves politely around your waist, pressing your forehead against his by the back of your head at most. Just remembering your small gasps, sweet smell and warm hands on his cheeks is enough to satisfy him whilst relieving himself in the shower.
bf!Saeyoung who never wasted a single thought at the possibility of you being physically attracted to him. He isn't the most handsome, fit, or properly kempt guy out there -- especially compared to fellow RFA member Zen. He knows you share the same humour, that you value his intellect, and that you feel safe with him. But, even after months of being a couple, he believes his desires are one-sided. He accepts this, in his self-conscious mind.
bf!Saeyoung who thinks you take pity on him, who regrets being so obvious with his needs, as you deepen the kiss one night, trailing your hands down his upper body. He stops you, placing one sweet, longing, kiss on your forehead, before turning away. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, make you do something just for the sake of pleasing him, and put in unnecessary work. He is the one who promised to make you happy, make up for all the pain he caused to you, die for you if needed. But he doesn't know how long he can suppress his greedy needs. Especially with your soft body pressed against his back like this. He doesn't realize how upset you are, as he sneaks off into the bathroom hours later.
bf!Saeyoung who believes you are nothing but an innocent angel sent by God to make up for his messed up childhood. Whether this may or may not be a metaphor, he tells himself that a low-value guy like him has no right to use your sacred body for his primitive desires. He considers himself blessed already, being able to kiss, caress, tickle, pinch, massage and cuddle you to his hearts content. However, it won't hurt you if he pounds you silly in his dreams sometimes.
bf!Saeyoung who comes home later than expected this particular evening, having spent it with his brother as planned. You're already in bed, sitting against the headboard, reading a story in the dim, orange light of your bed lamp. Today, you decided it's finally time to take this relationship a step further, using a much more bold approach this time.
bf!Saeyoung who is unaware of the slick pooling between your legs, as he thoughtlessly pulls his shirt over his toned upper body. He cluelessly recites an anecdote about his brother while changing into his pajama pants, not noticing your attentive look isn't caused by his great storytelling skills. He is not worrying about the impact he could have on you, standing in front of your shared bed, fully bare except for his boxer shorts, even if just for a split second. You will fuck this naivety out of him tonight, no matter how much this might take.
bf!Saeyoung who attempts to climb under the covers, reaching out to press you into his chest as usual. However, as he lifts the blanket, he halts his movements. Instead of your baggy sweats, or the cute button up with the matching shorts you try to tempt him with occasionally, he is met with something much more skimpy. You're only in your panties, a lace trim adorning its hem, as well as a slim-fitted cotton shirt. This combo maximises sex appeal while still maintaining plausible deniability if things go wrong, at least in your mind. Your erect nipples already poke against the thin fabric, as your entire body heats up in anticipation of the dirty things you hope you will do with your boyfriend.
bf!Saeyoung's brain short-circuits, having never seen so much of your bare skin before. He is awkwardly frozen in place, one knee already on the mattress, a corner of the blanket raised in the air. You try not to lose your composure, as you place the miscellaneous items you had scattered around yourself on the night stand. You feel his eyes follow all of your movements, his facial expression unclear to you. He really mastered his poker face due to his grey-area work for his previous agency.
bf!Saeyoung who takes a moment to fully grasp the sensuality of the situation, suddenly feeling very naked next to you as well. He isn't entirely sure if this is a dream or reality, as his imagination has cooked up similar fantasies close to this one more than once.
bf!Saeyoung who doesn't dare to move, even as you gently take the blanket away from his stiff hand to push it away from yourself, revealing yourself to him fully. If he was strong enough, if this may have happened earlier in the relationship, he would have been able to crack a joke and, even while suffering from painful blue-balls, fall asleep next to you without incident. He is dreadfully aware that this isn't the case right now, hard dick pressing against his boxers.
bf!Saeyoung who wishes a hole opens below him and swallows him whole, the moment he watches your eyes drop, noticing the tent between his legs. Bf!Saeyoung who still, even now, believes your intentions are pure. You must have a valid reason to be so bare, that doesn't involve craving his lips and hands all over your body.
bf!Saeyoung who is very quickly proven wrong about his perceived innocence of you. You haven't said a single word to him yet, giving him a moment to digest the sight in front of him. You know your boyfriend is easily startled, even if he considers himself pretty level-headed. Realizing, he doesn't seem to defrost, you escalate things further.
You slowly scoot down the bed, looking up at him with glossy eyes, batting your lashes at him seductively. You carefully lay on your back under his hovering form, one arm loosely draped over your head. The index finger of your other hand finds one of your nipples, pressing it down on the hardened bud delicately. You bashfully spread your legs, putting all of yourself on display in one, very desperate, attempt, noticing the slim fabric of this pair not covering as much as you would expect from your usual underwear.
bf!Saeyoung who, finally, after months and months of teasing, pining, kissing, hiding, ... just cracks. This deliciously perverted sight in front of him just breaks his brain like a dam, all the pent-up sexual frustration pouring out rapidly. You gasp in surprise, as he suddenly pounces on you with a type of vigour you couldn't have anticipated.
bf!Saeyoung who can't help himself and rip you to shreds. Who kneads your tits over your shirt, ruthlessly sucking, pulling and biting your nipples, not even thinking as far as to pull up the fabric until you do it for him. Who finally grabs your hips tightly, burying his nails in your plush skin while rutting his clothed boner into your drenched heat relentlessly.
your yapper bf!Saeyoung who surprises you with his uncharacteristically quietness, not speaking a single word to you, as his busy mouth is occupied with other activities. After circling his tongue around yours, exploring your mouth in a way he has never dared to before, he pushes your panty to the side and buries his greedy lips between your folds without any hesitation. He groans roughly while sloppily making out with your pussy, now circling your clit with the tip of his wet muscle, forcing you to cum within minutes.
bf!Saeyoung who makes it a mission to make you orgasm a second time on his cock, as he rubs your bundle of nerves with his thumb while pressing down your abdomen with the same hand. He intended to be sweeter to you, more careful the first time, but the sensation of gliding his hungry dick into your wet, fluttering walls actually made the neurons in his brain short circuit for good this time. Skin slaps against skin, as he fucks deep into you in missionary, pressing one of your knees into your chest.
bf!Saeyoung must have officially lost his mind, as he licks up the tears that start streaming down your face up with his flattened tongue, biting your ear as you turn your face away. As your legs shake violently, the orgasm imploding in your lower body, you pull at his red locks, ripping a moan right out his chest.
bf!Saeyoung who basically collapses on top of you as fills you up with his angrily hot cum, pushing it deeper into you with a few last, weak thrusts. Who is snoring into your neck after just a couple head pats, a few reassuring words and the exchange of some love professions.
bf!Saeyoung who won't give into his desires so easily. Who needs a proper, meanspirited reality check to understand that you aren't this innocent, delicate little thing he thinks you are.
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Ken/Kentin, dry humping, espejos, contenido sexual, timeskip, relación establecida, lap dance? angst, dismorfia me tuve q proyectarlosiento
es corto y la largo a la vez, bien raro lol
Tú y Ken comenzaron a ser novios desde el instituto. Su relación era buena, siempre te mimaba y tú a él. Empezaron con besitos en la mejilla y después besos donde hasta metían lengua, de rozar sus manos pasaron a abrazarse como si el mundo se acabara y también estaba por pasar en algo más íntimo. Ken nunca lo mencionó, pues le avergonzaba mucho y tenía miedo de sólo ser él y hacer que te sintieras incómoda o asqueada de él. Cuando pensaba que no lo veías, no podía evitar mirar tu cuerpo, tus muslos, la cintura, el pecho, los brazos, no con lujuria, más bien con amor y deseo inocente. Eras su novia, obviamente no podía evitar desearte más de lo que creía estar acostumbrado. Incluso si tuviera el valor para decirte tampoco habría mucho que hacer pues para empezar eran jóvenes y no quería un embarazo adolescente como veía en las novelas de su mamá ah y aparte no tenían un lugar para hacerlo así que prefería quedarse callado. Hoy estaban en casa de Ken, un día como cualquier otro en su mayoría hasta que la Señora Manon dijo que iría a hacer unas compras. Ken insistió en acompañarla pero ella dijo que podía sola y además podían pasar tiempo a solas aprovechando que el Señor Giles tampoco estaba. Dejó con la boquita cerrada a Kentin después de darle una larga e incómoda plática de cuando ella era jovén y sobre la relación que tenía con su padre. Bueno, finalmente se quedaron solos y Ken parecía mucho más nervioso de lo normal, tratabas y tratabas de hablar con él pero solo daba respuestas cortas. Después de un rato finalmente te rendiste o al menos eso parecía.
"Hum, bueno pues, voy a adelantar la tarea."
Volteaste los ojos al tomar tus cuadernos y los pusiste sobre la mesa de centro.
"¿Te recorres un poquito?"
Ken estaba sentado en una esquina del sofá y aprovechando eso fingiste querer sentarte innecesariamente a su lado.
"¡Ah! S-sí, claro...lo siento, no quería estorbar."
Se movió rápidamente hacia el otro extremo del sofá, tratando de hacerte espacio, aunque sus movimientos eran algo torpes y casi terminó tropezando con sus propios pies. Se acomodó con cuidado, manteniendo una distancia prudente pero lo suficientemente cerca para que no pensaras que no quería estar cerca de ti. Te miró de reojo por encima de sus cristales de sus lentes.
"¿Necesitas ayuda con algo de la tarea? O... si quieres, puedo traerte algo de tomar, ¿quizás un café?"
Con él un poco en medio de la mesa de centro e sentaste sobre sus piernas, moviendo intencionalmente las caderas sobre él para excitarlo y con suerte el pronto daría el siguiente paso.
"No, estoy bien así. Sólo ponte cómodo."
Ken soltó un pequeño chillido cuando sintió tu peso sobre sus muslos. Sus manos, que antes jugueteaban con su suéter, quedaron suspendidas en el aire sin saber donde debía ponerlas, quería que lo tragarra la tierra. Su corazón latía con tanta fuerza que creo que hasta podías sentirlo contra tu espalda.
"Está haciendo calor hoy...no creo que sea la mejor idea."
Sus palabras se perdieron cuando tus caderas se movieron de nuevo. No sabía si esto era una especie de insinuación o si su mente le estaba jugando una broma en el peor momento posible. Lentamente, con timidez, dejó que sus manos descansaran con delicadeza en tu cintura, apretando apenas el tejido de tu ropa, luchando internamente para que sus manos no temblaran y parecer estra normal.
"Estás ehm estás muy cerca..."
"¿Ah si?, yo creo que está bien."
Te inclinaste más sobre la mesa fingiendo estar leyendo los apuntes, movías tus caderas provocativamente con más confianza contra él al notar sus manos sobre ti.
"N-no, en serio... por favor, ¿estás segura? es que podría pasar algo que no te guste."
Murmuró con la voz quebrada por la excitación y el miedo a ser inapropiado.
"¿Más bien estás seguro de que no eres tú quien quiere esto?, no seas tímido ¿Crees que no me doy cuenta cuando me miras?"
Dejaste de moverte por un segundo, esperando su respuesta aún con la mirada perdida sobre los cuadernos mientras tratabas de visualizar su expresión. Se quedó congelado, sintiendo cómo su corazón intentaba escapar de su pecho. La verdad lo dejó sin aliento; no podía ocultarte nada. Sus mejillas ardían tanto que sentía que podría soltar vapor. Bajó la mirada avergonzado de haber sido tan obvio, pero la sensación de tenerte así, tan cerca, era demasiado tentadora.
"Es que... eres tan bonita y yo no quiero... no quiero hacer nada que no te guste. Yo sí... quiero, mucho pero...todavía somos jóvenes y no quiero que pase algo malo."
"Bueno, podemos intentar sobre la ropa. Frotarnos más que nada y tal vez toques...mientras no lleven a nada más, si tú quieres."
Tus palabras fueron como una bendición para sus más profundos deseos. Con el corazón acelerado tragó saliva antes de hablar.
"¿Sobre... sobre la ropa? ¿De verdad está bien?"
Al ver que no dudabas, sus manos bajaron con más determinación hacia tus muslos, apretándolos con delicadeza y aún algo de duda.
"Si tú me das permiso... me encantaría."
Sin querer ni poder esperar más, con un movimiento lento y algo torpe, empezó a frotar su pelvis contra ti, dejando escapar un gemido incluso a través de la tela de sus jeans y tu ropa. Regresaste la mirada hacía tus apuntes, concentrandote ligeramente mientras esperabas sentir a Ken moverse más. Afortunadamente tu pantalón era ajustado y te permitía sentirlo mejor.
Ken sintió que su autocontrol se desvanecía cuando notó lo bien que encajaban sus cuerpos. Al ver que seguías concentrada, se sintió algo frustrado pero más relajado a seguir. Sus movimientos se volvieron más rítmicos, buscando desesperadamente ese roce que lo hacía sentir que iba a explotar.
Gemía bajito, con la voz entrecortada. Sus ojos estaban entrecerrados mientras sus manos subían por tus costados para abrazar tu cintura, pegándote más a él. El roce de la tela entre ambos generaba una sensación agradable, diferente a cuando lo hacía el solo pero de alguna forma mejor. Sus jadeos eran realmente lindos, tanto que simplemente dejaste la tarea botada. Pusiste las manos sobre sus muslos para ayudarte a moverte más rápido. Con la vista periferica alcanzabas a ver como sus mejillas se enrojecían y se le formaba una especie de sonrisa avergonzada.
El cambio de ritmo lo sobresaltó; ya no era solo él quien buscaba el contacto, sino que tú estabas participando activamente.
La sensación de tus manos guiando el roce contra su erección lo estaba llevando al límite. Se aferró a tus caderas, tratando de seguir tu ritmo, sus movimientos volviéndose más erráticos y desesperados mientras el placer lo inundaba cada vez más.
Era bastante tierno y gracioso el como simplemente frotarse lo hacía estar por terminar tan rápido.
"Aguanta un poco más si puedes, aún hay tiempo."
Ken tuvo que pretar los dientes para intentar contenerse. Su cuerpo entero temblaba, y sus manos se aferraban a tu cintura con una fuerza que no sabía que tenía.
"¡N-no puedo...! Es que... mmm... se siente demasiado bien..."
Jadeó, con la frente apoyada contra tu hombro para ocultar su expresión y descontrol.
"Sí puedes, ¿en serio quieres que esto dure tan poquito?"
Intentó obedecerte, tratando de regular su respiración y ralentizar sus caderas, pero cada vez que tus muslos rozaban los suyos, un escalofrío le recorría su columna. Justo en ese momento decidiste levantarte de sus piernas y darte la vuelta para verlo fijamente.
"Acuestate boca arriba."
"¿B-boca arriba? ¿Ah sí, claro..."
Se dejó caer hacia atrás en el sofá, con el pecho subiendo y bajando con fuerza. Su cabello estaba algo revuelto por la agitación. Se quedó allí, vulnerable y tembloroso, mirándote con nerviosismo, esperando a ver qué harías tú ahora que él estaba totalmente a tu merced.
Cuando finalmente se recostó, te quitaste rapidamente los pantalones hasta quedar en ropa interior y montarte en él, justo encima de su erección. Sus ojos se abrieron de par en par tras sus gafas desalineadas, y su corazón dio un vuelco al sentir tu peso y tu calor justo sobre él. Sus manos subieron instintivamente a tus caderas, temblando de una forma casi incontrolable.
No podía creer lo que estaba pasando; la suavidad de tu piel estaba tan cerca y tan lejos a la vez.
S hundió un poco en el sofá, con la mirada nublada de deseo y ansiedad, observándote con adoración mientras intentaba procesar la increíble sensación de tenerte así.
Justo entonces tomaste sus propias manos y las guiaste hacía tus muslos. Poco después comenzaste a frotarte nuevamente sobre él pero ahora pudiendo ver como sus labios temblaban y sus mejillas ardían. Era verdaderamente guapo y adorable. Bajabas las caderas tan fuerte como podías en cada movimiento sobre él, asegurandote de que sintiera todo a pesar de las molestas capas de ropa.
El tacto sin la barrera de tus pantalones, lo hicieron perder el sentido de la realidad. Sus dedos se hundieron en tu carne, siguiendo el ritmo de tus movimientos.
"Se siente mejor de lo que esperaba...¡Es demasiado!"
Sus ojos se nublaron tras los cristales y su cabeza cayó hacia atrás, exponiendo su cuello. Estaba cerca del borde cada vez que te movías.
Viendo como giraba la cabeza dejando su cuello expuesto, te inclinaste para besarlo justo debajo de la oreja y dejando besos caliente al rededor de su bonito cuello. A este punto tu ropa interior ya estaba empapada pero a decir verdad ya ni siquiera recordabas que estubiese ahí.
"N-no... mmm... me vas a... ah..."
Balbuceó con su voz apenas audible por el placer. Sus ojos se cerraron con fuerza mientras se perdía en la sensación de tus besos y el ritmo de tus caderas.
El roce constante y la intensidad de tus movimientos estaban llevando su resistencia al límite absoluto. Sus respiraciones eran jadeos cortos y erráticos, y su cuerpo temblaba bajo el tuyo, vibrando con cada movimiento de tu cadera que lo hacía sentir que estaba flotando.
Conforme sentías que su cuerpo se arqueaba y temblaba. Bajaste las manos aún mientras le besabas el cuello y bajaste sus pantalones junto a su ropa interior, dandole un par de frotamientos más antes de bajarte y besar la punta de su pene con tanta tranquilidad que resultaba extraño y excitante para Ken.
El cuerpo de Ken se sacudió violentamente, arqueándose hacia arriba. Sus manos se enterraron en el sofá, sus nudillos estaban blancos por la fuerza con la que se sujetaba.
"¡A-ah...! ¡No, espera, voy a...no puedo!"
Cada vez que tu lengua rozaba la punta de su miembro, Ken sentía que estaba en el cielo. Estaba definitivamente al borde, temblando de pies a cabeza.
Paraste de lamerle y dejaste la boca abierta con la lengua de fuera mientras masturbabas el resto con una mano. Ken soltó un jadeo agudo al sentir la ausencia de tu boca, pero la rapidez de tu mano no dejaba mucho que extrañar. Sus ojos se entrecerraban, empañados por las lágrimas de placer, mientras su cuerpo se sacudía con espasmos incontrolables. La combinación de la estimulación manual y el calor de tu presencia lo estaba dejando sin resistencia.
Y finalmente con un último espasmo violento y un gemido que se perdió en un suspiro entrecortado, su cuerpo se tensó por completo, entregándose finalmente al clímax mientras su respiración se volvía un caos.
Su semen salpicó tu cara y cayó finalmente en tu boca, lo tragaste y te tomaste el tiempo de saborearlo, haciendo que se te saliera una leve mueca.
Volumén: MUCHO RUIDO, Kentin gime y solloza si se la chupas, va a gemir y gruñir mientras se corre, no esconde sus gemidos y tampoco es que pueda. Es muy sensible, no podrá evitar hacer ruido pero créeme que es adorable y exitante.
Amamanta a este pobre bebé! Al principio puede mostrarse molesto por ser llamado bebé pero pronto le dará igual. Lo único que le importa es tener tus lindos pechos en su boca, no importa si son pequeños o grandes ¡LOS ADORA IGUAL! Si estás embarazada y te encuentras en esa etapa donde se te hinchan los pechos y comienzas a lactar, olvidate de ir al médico. Él mismo se encargará de sacar toda la leche de tus hinchados pechos, los masajeará y besara al mínimo quejido de tu parte.
Breeding kink. Por favor déjalo correrse en ti, si por el fuera te haría 100 hijos, en serio 100 hijos. Le excita tanto la sensación de estarte llenando con su semilla y verte gestar a su hijo. Pero es una exageración, desde luego que sabe que un hijo es una gran responsabilidad y que el embarazo no es tan hermoso como parece, tendrán los hijos que tu quieras.
Creampie. una parte del breeding kink ¡Necesita ver su semen goteando de tus agujeros! cuando estés decidida a no tener más hijos él correra a hacerse la vasectomía porque no puede soportar la idea de no poderte dejar llena hasta el borde, marcar tu interior con su semen y tampoco le gustaría que sufrieras los efectos colaterales de las pastillas anticonceptivas o otros métodos con riesgos secundarios.
Fetiches ocultos? El único fetiche que ha mantenido oculto, es que le llama la atención la idea de llenarte con chocolate para después lamerte la piel hasta que no quede ni el olor sobre ti, la idea de usarte como bandeja de postres lo excita tanto como lo avergüenza. No creo que saque el tema pronto.
Orales 🙂↔️. Ama que le des orales, lo hace sentir deseado y lo ayuda con sus inseguridades, se siente en la cima del mundo cuando se la chupas. Ni esperes ver a un hombre dominante, va a llorar y sollozar. La primera vez que le hiciste un oral comenzó a llorar a mares y después se avergonzó fingiendo con que le entró algo al ojo, dile que todo está bien, que lo quieres y terminará llorando de placer; Incluso intentará contener su orgasmo lo más posible sólo para seguir teniendote entre sus piernas adorandolo. También le encanta dar, quiere hacerte sentir lo que le haces sentir a él, con él no habrán prisas. Él no te devora, degusta cada segundo de tu piel, adora tu sabor, olor, textura. Aunque lo haga suave te va a hacer llorar de placer, créeme 🚑 no va a parar hasta que también estés sollozando y con las piernas colgando de sus hombros.
Lugares. No le gusta el peligro, prefiere hacerlo en casa sobre la cama, quizás contra la pared, tal vez en la cocina. Si lo agarras muy experimental, tal vez pueda llegar a probar estando en un salón, pero sólo toques, es demasiado tímido para llegar a algo más que acariciar tus muslos, agarrarte el trasero o besarte discretamente en el cuello. Si intentas tocarlo inmediatamente te quitará la mano de ahí y te verá con la cara más roja que jamás le hayas visto 🚑🚑🚑, por más que lo intente no va a poder contener sus gemidos y no puede concentrarse del todo en ti. Por eso prefiere un lugar seguro y acogedor, uno que conozca y en el que sepa bien que estarán solos.
Pegging. Al principió se va a quejar, no quiere, se niega, se sentirá humillado y se molestará. Pero mimalo un poquito y dile lo mucho que te excitaría verlo así y ya tienes a tu hombre puesto en 4 para ti sólo para verte feliz. Va a llorar la primera vez y tratará de aguantarse para no gemir pero su cuerpo lo terminará traicionado, no hay nada que pueda decir para ocultar que se corrió por tenerte a ti penetrandolo. Sencillamente no puede negar que le gustó, no va a pedirlo el mismo en las primeras veces pero una vez se acostumbré le dará menos pena aceptarlo.
Masturbación. No lo hace seguido, de hecho, no lo hace al menos de que esté totalmente desesperado. Cuando aún no eran pareja lo hacía más seguido de lo que le gustaría admitir, a veces sólo te imaginaba sonriendo y de un momento a otro, su imaginación lo llevaba a verte gimiendo y en sus brazos, haciendo que no pudiera controlarse. Actualmente prefiere esperar a tenerte de verdad pero si estás ocupada lo hace viendo fotos tuyas o si quiere algo más íntimo lo hará sólo imaginando y recordando momentos anteriores, no le gusta la idea de grabar, no quiere exponerte, ni a ti ni a él. Prefiere que sea algo que sólo viva en sus memorias.
Posiciones. Kentin no es muy explorador en esto, prefiere las poses básicas, no se preocupa mucho por eso, sólo se deja llevar hasta que se da cuenta de como están. Pero si tuviera que decir cuales le gustan sobre cualquier otra sin duda serían Face off. Tenerte entre sus brazos y poder besarte mientras se abrazan lo llena de emoción que podría llorar sin importar ya cuanto tiempo hayan estado juntos. Además sus piernas están bien entrenadas, desde luego que puede aguantar tener sexo estando sentado, también le gusta cargarte contra la pared, aunque no es hábitual, es una pose que lo hace sentir poderoso, que tiene control sobre ti. Cuando se siente frustrado o celoso es a lo primero que recurre; Es una pose que lo hace dejar en claro cuanta fuerza y resistencia tiene, haciendolo sentir suficiente y le da control de la situación.
NO! Sus no son lo normal, no le gusta nada la idea del masoquismo ni nada referente a causarte o causarle un daño real. El bebito a penas y puede darte una nalgada sin disculparse después unas 30 veces y sentirse culpable hasta que lo tranquilices. Nada de bdsm con él, aunque si realmente quieres, tal vez pueda aceptar atarte o ser atado a la cama, pero siempre con la seguridad de que si quieren parar, lo harán al instante.
Si le das permiso una vez, vas a amanecer con él entre tus piernas, no te preocupes en hacerle el desayuno porque él ya está comiendo. La manera en la que cierra los ojos y gime por sólo comerte lo hace parecer que está degustando un platillo de 5 estrellas Michelin después de pasar un mes de hambruna, y para él sí lo es, el mejor platillo que ha probado y probará en su vida.
Prefiere tu cuerpo desnudo, le encanta cuando usas lencería pero no dura mucho en ti porque ama sentir su piel tocandolo y abrazandolo, cuando lo tomas en tus brazos desnuda se siente como estar en el cielo. No niega lo sexy que te ves con lencería y lo caliente que lo pone verte así pero simplemente al terminar no te quedará encima.
Puede aguantarte hasta 3 rondas seguidas pero a la 4ta empezará a llorar de sobrestimulación, tiene mucha resistencia y voluntad por su entrenamiento pero también tiene límites. Aunque su cuerpo no aguante más, está más que dispuesto a seguir complaciendote con su boca o sus dedos, lo que desees y si es que puedes aguantarlo.
Prefiere el sexo suave y tranquilo, adora llenarte de besos y hacerte el amor como a una diosa, pero si está celoso no dudará en hacerte llorar y gemir su nombre como si fuera todo lo que tienes en el mundo. Aunque parezca molesto sus toques seguirán siendo amables pero claramente mucho más urgentes y desesperados como si estuviera abriendo un regalo.
Si le preguntas si prefiere "culo o tetas", no va a ser ni una ni la otra, prefiere tus muslos, sean delgados o gruesos, ama acostarse sobre ellos y que le acaricies el cabello. Le encanta como lo aprietan y tiemblan mientras te lame, le gusta sentir su peso en sus hombros, también le encanta sentir como se enroscan en sus caderas mientras te besa y te embiste como un loco contra la pared. Ama todo de ti, tu simple existencia lo vuelve loco de amor pero si lo pones a elegir, sí que tiene su lugar favorito.
Es un experto en los cuidados posteriores, hasta podrías decir que es de sus partes favoritas. Si están demasiado cansados simplemente te abraza contra él de cucharita y te acaricia el cabello. Si aún tiene energía te llevará cargando hasta el baño y él mismo te lavará con tanta suavidad que te hace sentir como una estatua de cristal, incluso te viste él mismo mientras sigue besando tu piel a cada paso.
Le gusta quitarte la ropa porque puede ir besando cada zona que descubre cada vez que te retira una prenda pero también le encanta verte quitandotela tu misma, lo excita demasiado que a penas puede esperar.
No es un aficionado de usar juguetes pero si a ti te gusta no tiene mucho problema, es alguien que prefiere más lo natural sólo porque se trata de ti, no necesita nada más que a ti entre sus brazos para ser feliz. Que estés a su lado es el mayor placer que puede tener así que prefiere no usarlos, le parecen innecesarios.
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