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Winners Reward

Don Hume x fem!reader

give me this man. now. please. I think just one good night with him and I’d be fixed. literally shaking the bars of my cage every time I watch boys in the boat. he’s just so sweet, I wanna bite him and shake him around like a dog toy. 🫢anyway, enjoy my 10:00pm writing of Don Hume and him fucking you! 😝

tw:SMUT (duh), piv, unprotected(don’t do this, go buy a condom or smth come on), historical inaccuracy, etc etc, kissing, sweet talk, SWEET BOY DON AND HIS LITTLE FROWN SHOULD BE A WARNING ENOUGH BC MY CHEST IS ABT TO EXPLODE. (MY HOT TAKE) guys i also wanna say smth-in the 30s, I don’t rlly think they made out really sloppily! like i just don’t think that’s how they kissed, i think it was much sweeter and chaste, i mean obviously still very very passionate, but you won’t catch me describing historical kissing like this with words like messily or like tongues in each others mouths, like idk, I think it was different

(let me have your babies) WHO THE HELL SAID THAT???

the husky clipper drew closer and closer to the finish line, the boat far ahead of the second place shell. the roar of the crowd around you is overwhelming, and you smile with the sheer joy that seems to float in the air. your eyes only have one focus though. on Don Hume. your boyfriend. watching his arms roll the oar, each muscle performing perfectly as he sets the rhythm for the entire boat. his mind is deep in focus as he trains his eyes downward, huffing out breath with each finish of his stroke. Bobby yells out the count in front of him, a steady constant. and just like that, the husky clipper rows itself to victory. smiling, you look around you before directing your gaze back to the boat. Dons looking for you, and he finally finds you. his mouth quirks up in that rare smile, and you wave at him, smiling. the man grins and blushes, looking down at the ties on his feet. Bobby says something to him once he sees where the boy was looking. “hey! Don did good, didn’t he?” Bobby yells, calling out your name. Dons eyes widen as his head whips up to look at Bobby, glaring. but you merely chuckle, nodding along. “he did great, Bobby!” you call back, smiling when you see Dons blush grow even redder. others and himself would blame it on the show of endurance and athleticism, but you and Bobby know better.

the shell tucks into the dock, oars being undone and carried to the shell house. the crowd has dispersed with the setting sun, the crew and close friends remaining. you creep into the large building, finding one familiar face to chat with, your professor. and the head coach of the rowing program. “Mr.Ulbrickson.” you greet the man warmly, and he breaks into a smile when he turns to see you, pulling you into a quick hug. “my favorite student.” he says in return. “the race was amazing. the boys did good.” offering up the compliment, you finish your words. “you coached them well.” Al merely looks to the ground, trying to hide a smile. “they did good, we’ll get them better though.” he replies, looking at the soft planes of your face. “well don’t push them too hard. still need to get Don to a dance this year.” your teacher huffs a small laugh. “get him to do something that’s not rowing or class.” you giggle and nod. “I will sir.” Al’s eyebrows furrow in faux anger. “ah don’t call me that, you’ll make me feel old.” shifting your feet, your hands rest on your hips. “well now Professor Ulbrickson, I thought you just had your 60th birthday! don’t worry, you still have that somewhat youthful glow!” your teacher scoffs and turns to go up the stairs to his office. “you’re getting a F on your paper for that.” he says, walking up the creaky steps. “oh need me to help you up those stairs Professor?” He doesn’t respond this time, brushing you off with a wave of his hand. with a low chuckle you turn to the locker room door, opting to sit on a bench. the cool Washington air drifts in, calming your nerves. the water flows slowly, reflecting off moonlight. it was a good day today. a good race. your team won. Don won. he looked good out there, causing you to blush where you stood as you watched each powerful movement of his legs and arms. everything about the way he controlled his body, it just itched you in a way that made you squirm.

the locker room door opened, letting on the sound of chatter and running showers. you look up, seeing your boyfriend. smiling, you stand and he looks to you, breaking into his own little smile, a rare break for his normal frown. his hair is damp from his shower as he pulls you close, giving your temple a quick kiss. no one here to see you, he’s so much more open around you. “we won.” he whispers, walking up the path to the school. “you won.” you echo. wind blows over the grass, blowing up your skirt slightly. it runs through you and Dons hair, tussling the strands. when you reach Dons dormitory, he’s quiet as a church mouse in opening the door, watching carefully for others. but there’s no one here, not this late. so he brings you to the small room tucked into the basement of the dorm hall, given to him by the university for being on the team. he won’t complain about it, and neither would you. it holds a simple bed on a metal frame next to a wooden desk and chair. on one wall he hangs what clothes he has, the beaten shirts and his one nice jacket. a drawer next to the door holds his pants and other clothes, knick knacks and books sitting on top of it. he reclines in the chair, removing his signature jacket and placing it on the desk. a thought appears into your head again. the one you’ve been thinking about all day.

walking to him slowly, you let him watch you approach, let him see as you straddle his large thighs, curling your hands behind his neck. you watch as blush appears on his cheeks again, and how his eyes trace your face, every detail and every mark. in return, you do the same, remembering every freckle and hair. smiling, you let your hands creep into the hair on the back of his head before pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw. you feel his lips part, mouth opening. his eyes probably closed now, trying to savor the feeling of your lips tracing his skin. Dons hands cradle your hips, holding them close to his. beneath you, his member hardens, twitching to life as your kisses drift towards his neck. finally, he catches your mouth on his, trapping you. no one around finally, one hand rests on the nape of your neck, keeping you against him as he presses kisses to your lips and cheek. the feeling of his skin on yours makes the room feel hot, and you let your hips rock back and forth slowly. beneath you, you can feel his length, grinding on it slowly. this is what you wanted. wanted to reward your boyfriend after a hard day like this. but that was a bit hard to do when your mind began to go blank when his lips reached that sensitive spot beneath your ear. it made you shiver, hearing the soft noises that left his lips as well as the feeling of the soft skin on yours. “D-Don.” you whimper, hands moving to his shoulders. Don merely hums in response, lips unmoving. “can we go to the bed?” you whisper softly, pulling away to look at him. you see his eyes turn dark as he nods, rising to let you stand. his nimble fingers pull off the undershirt he wore before placing on the chair. his trousers are next, quickly pulled off along with his boots. next he turns his attention to you, stepping close to trace a finger down your neck. you turn around and let him pull down the zipper of your dress. he helps you step out of it, hanging it over the chair along with his own shirt. your heels come next, and he drops to his knees, helping support you as he pulls them off. you gasp when he presses his lips against the inside of your thigh, hands creeping up to pull off your chemise. left in nothing but your panties, he lets you sit on the bed next to him. your hands drift to his chest, pushing him gently onto his back. Don grunts softly when he feels your hips flush against his, the sensation of them rocking on his erection causing blush to creep down to his collarbone.

“did good today Don.” you say, keeping your hands on his chest, thumbs rubbing the skin softly. the boy beneath you nods, hair falling on his forehead. “looked good too.” you finish, bringing a hand up to trace his jaw. Don merely grins and sits up to kiss you, bucking his hips against your clothed warmth slowly. “felt good to win. d-did it for you.” he replies. Dons mouth always seems to loosen when he gets to be around you alone. “wanted you so bad.” he says, face dipping into the curve of your neck. you can feel his eyelashes brush the skin, and your head falls back, allowing him more access. Don nips at the skin there, running his teeth across the soft and supple surface. he feels your hands creep down between you, trying to tug off his boxers. relenting, Don shifts just enough to help you pull them down, discarding them on the floor. but yours are next thrown onto the pile of forgotten clothes. now, both of you naked, paw at the other. Dons hands feel like they’re everywhere, tracing your spine and holding your thighs apart, running up your torso and holding your breasts, cradling your jaw and brushing hair away from your eyes. he manages to get on top of you, and lets his cock grind against your warmth, being slowly coated in the arousal that drips from you. each push of his hips causes his length to catch on the sensitive nub of your clit, but it never being enough. “Don, please. need you.” whining, your hand travels to hold his shoulder, the other resting on his waist. “in a sec, doll.” he whispers, focused on how your sweet scent drips off you, nose buried in your neck. you let out a groan when he doesn’t relent, continuing his movements. you need more though. so you give him a taste of his own medicine.

your hand creeps down before cupping his balls in your palm, running a thumb over them, causing him to buck his hips harshly. Dons hair brushes against your face and he grunts. “ha-ngh!d-dont do that.” he says, still grinding into your hold. “Don.” you whine again, hoping your pleading tone will get him to actual make love to you. this time, he relents, using a hand to angle his head inside you, catching on the wet entrance. Don pushes his, bottoming out inside you quickly. you both seem to moan in unison when he does. he just feels so good inside you, filling you up just like he always does. and in return, Don finally feels like he’s where he belongs. right next to you like this, consumed by you completely. he feels safe like this. his hips grind against yours, rubbing that spongy spot inside you. “feel good?” he murmurs, bringing his face from your neck to look down at your state. nodding rapidly, both hands come to rest on his shoulders, moving with every thrust of his hips. “m-more.” you beg, and who is Don to say no to you? so he picks up his pace, pulling out more just to plunge back into your cunt just as quickly. “ah! y-yes Don-feels nghhso good.” your breaths leave sporadically now, but Don seems like he’s breathing just fine, his endurance built up by months of rowing. and like he rows his boats, he fucks you with the same care and precision. each punch of his hips inside you are powerful, meant to kiss your cervix each time. his length rubs on the sides of your clenching walls, and you moan out in pleasure with each roll of his muscles.

“Don!” you wail out, clinging his body close. he whispers your name in your ear as he tucks his arms under your back, pulling you close. his legs shift so he sits on his haunches, holding your weight up. the new angle causes his cock to sink deeper, drawing out another pleasured noise from you. the position practically bounced you on him, and he buried his nose in your collarbone, eyes screwing shut as he drills into your inviting warmth. the feeling is incomparable to him, and he lets out audible groans every time you clench on him. his thighs work like a well oiled machine, allowing his hips to pump into you, punishing that spongy spot in you to come. and when you do, you come hard. your body twitches and thighs seize up as a new wave of wetness drips from you, creating a creamy white ring around the base of Dons cock, evidence of your release. “did good, s-so good doll.” he murmurs lowly, only causing you to twitch in his grasp more. “only f’you. nghhhh-only for you.” you respond, trying to get your hips to grind back down on him. Don nods helplessly, mind turning to mush as he has one thing and one thing only in his mind. your cunt. Don pulls out of you, manhandling you gently onto your knees. your hands grip the metal footboard, allowing you to support yourself before he lines up again, plunging into your inviting wetness. “l-love you, doll. too good to me.” Don says, lips against your shoulder. drool drips out of his mouth, pooling on your soft skin as you whine. you’re so close again, body overstimulated from the treatment you’re getting. especially when his right hand comes down to play with your nub, rubbing circles onto it, pushing you closer to another release. your legs begin to give out, knees trembling as your hands slip from the bars. “nghh Don-pleasepleaseplease.” crying out, you’re begging Don for release again, and his hips pick up to match his fingers, drilling into you with unmatched speed and precision “cmon doll, cmon. you can do it.” he whispers, panting harsh breaths. he’s close too, but he wants to feel you clamping down on him again before he fills you up. “come for me doll.” he groans in your ear, and the words send a shiver down your spine and pleasure to your cunt. his fingers work expertly, adding stimulation. when the mushroom head of his length punches against your soft spot again, you cry out, finally releasing on him again. he groans with you, pumping into you once more before spilling into you. his fat cock rubs the sides of your walls, filling you up perfectly. and when his come paints you white, the milky substance sloshing around, your body goes limp, collapsing on the bed. Dons follows not long after, the weight laying on you like a heavy blanket.

Don lets out a few breaths before picking his chest up off you, still keeping his member deep inside your pulsing warmth, letting the both of you ride out your aftershocks. his cock still twitches inside you, spurting out remnants of his release occasionally. in return, your muscles clench on him involuntarily, sucking his cum deeper into you. Don shifts, laying your body in his arms. he finally maneuvers you to the right side of the bed, tucking the two of you under blankets before kissing your cheek. “thank you doll.” he whispers in the night, when you’ve both come down from your highs and his hand rests on your hip. “thank you, Don.” is all you reply with. “that was a good reward. do I get that every time I win a race?” he teases, and you scoff. “no. not unless you compensate me for the ache that’ll follow me all of tomorrow. I’ll have a limp at the rate you were going.” you banter back. “oh im sure you can make something up.” Don says, tracing your shoulder with his pointer finger. “mm. going to explain to all my professors why I mysteriously have a limp after every won racing match.” you say. “you mean just racing match. we’re going to win them all.” he whispers, an edge of pride and confidence creeping in. he deserves it, after all the blood sweat and tears that have gone into perfecting his stroke and the time in the team. “sure. you can explain to Professor Ulbrickson why I have a limp.” Don chuckles and merely wraps you closer to him, dozing off in the Washington night.

An:yikes this one got long but like do I regret it? NOPE. LET ME HAVE HIS BABIES STILL.

-cass💕:D

😝this was so fun to write.

tags: @sassyandclassy94 and @royaltyinlife

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