I cannot believe I did it
better than pills - thirst x f!reader smut
+18, smuut no beta no deep knowledge, just pure thirst he he
He found you hiding under a desk inside the ruined building. Smoke and dust everywhere, gunshots now sparse and distant. His heavy steps made you cry in fear, but he quickly kneeled beside you, scanning your body for wounds, finding nothing. Your sobbing made him speak to you:
"Not gonna hurt you, miss. You are safe now."
His eyes chased any connection to you: "A pretty lady like you shouldn't be in this shithole. C'mon, on your feet."
His large hand reached yours, and you moved without thinking. The rough feel of his gloves held a hint of moisture you believed was blood. He noticed you flinch, and his voice sounded cocky: "Don’t worry, miss, this isn’t mine."
You got dizzy from standing so quickly after so long crouching, and from your nerves finally relaxing. You didn’t know the man, but this didn’t prevent you from feeling a rush of blood to your cheeks when you found out how tall, how big he really was compared to you. He noticed it, and you could see his face moving under the black balaclava. He didn’t let your hand go: in a quick move, he lifted his mask just enough to free his chapped lips, and kissed your trembling hand.
"You are too nervous. I know a way of calming down real quick. Want me to help you?"
The air was thick with unspoken want. He smirked, his deep voice making your knees buckle. The sweetness in his voice could be deceiving you, but you agreed before weighing in the consequences:
"Okay"
He laughed and lifted you bridal-style, walking to a desk nearby and sitting you there.
"I have a pill for the nerves, it’s strong, so I can give you only half. I can also do something else for you, if you want it. I think you shouldn’t say no, I'm really good at this." He grabbed your legs and spread them, making you gasp. He slotted himself between your thighs. You felt so wet you thought you had pissed yourself, and then he spoke to your ear: "Lady's choice."
He walked away from you, noisy steps to the water cooler, and you were amused by the big bad man in all tac attire, armed to the teeth, having some water in a plastic cup near your office's bulletin board. You were focused on the broadness of his figure, on how he licked his lips on his way back to you, on how he smelled of sweat and dust and metal. He positioned himself again, touching your knees, not so close to you this time:
"What do you say, sweetheart?"
"Yes..."
He purred, smirking. "Smart lady."
His big hands found your neck, keeping your head in place as he hovered his lips on yours, feather-light touches making you impatient. You were really doing it, and you were getting more eager by the minute. You tried to get closer, and he laughed: "You're right, miss, I should stop teasing."
When his lips closed over yours, it got animalistic really fast. You needed to taste him, so you bit his lower lip, making him gasp softly. It worked: he dove into your mouth, tongue lapping eagerly, lips sucking, even a bruising bite that made you whimper.
Your panties were ruined. It would be so humiliating if that progressed to something else, as he hinted...
It did.
He kissed your neck and fell to his knees, spreading your legs, lifting your skirt until your panty-covered pussy was on display.
"Fuck me, sweetheart... That's a fucking dripping cunt. Fuck..."
He didn't laugh this time, making your panties disappear somewhere in the room while his big, rough tongue licked you from hole to clit. You covered your mouth with your hand: what if somebody heard you?
He didn't bother, just kept licking, alternating between lapping on your hole and sucking hard on your clit, in the most noisy way possible.
You never had such a sloppy head like that. Spit and slick were reaching your ass while he made you take off his glove and suck his fingers. Those fingers that had just been on the (now discarded) AK-27 trigger. Your pussy clenched at the thought; such a dangerous man on his knees for you. Not how you imagined your Thursday would end.
It was so much better than you expected.
His sucking, wet noises were loud, scandalous, and he glanced up to you now and then, upper part of his face covered in black. Then, he shoved two thick, spit-wet fingers in your cunt, making you cry loud enough for your hand not to be enough to keep it low. You gave up and just held his head by the balaclava, making him moan loudly, speeding up the fingers. You noticed his hip bucking in the air, and that made you lose it: eyes rolling, mouth open, wave after wave of blinding pleasure, while he kept fucking his fingers inside of you and sucking your clit harshly. You came down, but he kept on going. His touch stilled, and he got off of you, looking up with a big, crooked smile on his dirty face. He sucked on his fingers and gave your cunt one last flat lick.
When he stood up, you noticed a dark spot on his pants.
"Want me to... do you?"
He covered his mouth again with the mask, fixing his attire, putting on his glove:
"No need to do that, miss."
You stared at him, reaching into a pocket and taking a plastic bag with some pills. He parted one in half:
"Open your mouth, please, miss."
"I don't need it... anymore".
He laughed.
"Well, just keep it with you, just in case. Understood? Let's take you out of here. Extraction is near, and you are coming with me."
