summary: (inspired by this one fanfic on wattpad, makes me want you by ellawatchestwd. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THE FIC!!) Snotlout gives you one of his rings after he sees you staring. You try to return it to him in the middle of the night, but you both end up talking and confessing bubbled up feelings to one another.
warnings: kissing, language, second person/x reader but with no y/n, I fear I used way too many commas… snotlout needs a warning himself, he wears chunky rings because I said so!
A/N: My first post! I’m so excited and I was going to make this suggestive but I didn’t.. might make a part 2 idk! Also I am working on your requests and Mason Thames is next (thank you anon for the request)
dividers: icyporcelain & saradika-graphics
“Now, Why would I read words when I can just kill the stuff the words tell me about?” Snotlout declared to the table, looking directly at you.
Oh boy.
Snotlout wasn’t the brightest in the village, but he was fascinating. From his egotistical personality to the rings he wore on his fingers.
He wore a few chunky rings that were silver or black, one of them being a large snake that looked like it wrapped around his knuckle.
The other ones were interesting too, but this one really caught your eye.
What brought you out of your trance was Snotlout lightly smacking his hand on the table in front of you, leaving the black snake ring spinning and slowly coming to a stop.
Your stomach swirls with warmth at his casual approach to the action.
He leaves and you pick up the ring, examining it closely. It had some weight to it and it was definitely handmade, probably from Globber or another blacksmith.
The ring would fit your ring or middle finger, so there’s no harm in wearing it, right?
It fit perfectly.
You examined the way it sat on your middle finger, the way the snake sat right below your knuckle. It made your stomach plummet.
You stood up abruptly, making Fishlegs stop talking about his dragon cards and Astrid look at you funny.
“I’m going to head home. Night.” You say quickly, running off to head home and not bothering to hear what the others say.
It wasn’t storming anymore, just a light sprinkle with thunder here and there. It was chilly but a pleasant walk back.
The more you kept thinking about the gesture the more you wanted to scream. It was such a simple action, so why did it affect you so much?
Two in the morning rolled around. Sleeping wasn’t an option since Snotlout had decided to ruin those plans with giving you his damn ring.
You swirled it around in your hands and stared at the ceiling, you couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Fuck it.
The next thing you knew was that you were sneaking into Snotlout’s room, uninvited.
You close the window shut and brush off your pajamas, turning around to see Snotlout laying in his bed with his mouth wide open. He was drooling on his pillow. Of course he was.
You walk up to him, your heart beating fast in your chest, and shake him.
“Snotlout,” You whisper once.
Nothing.
“Snotlout, wake up,” You shake him a little harder and he turns, bringing the covers with him. You sigh.
“Snotlout!” You tap his face and pull the sheets off of him.
“Hm?” He hums and jolts awake, expecting his mom or dad to be at the foot of his bed. He rubs his eyes as you cross your arms, just examining him and taking in his room.
His walls were lined with swords and weapons, multiple shields in the corner with burn marks from other practices. Clothes were scattered around on the floor
Snotlout slowly sat up, taking in your presence. You look at him, seeing he had an orange muscle tank on with some type of pants.
Biceps…
Shut up.
You light a candle on his bedside table filled with clutter and place the ring into his lap. He frowns and moves to sit on the edge of the bed to face you.
“What are you doing in my room?” He asks, playing with the ring.
You cross your arms, realizing what you’re wearing. It probably wasn’t smart to sneak into his room in your night wear, right?
“Regifting.”
Snotlout frowned. It was a gift for a reason, he didn’t want it back. “Is it too big for you? I can have it fixed, make it fit.” His groggy voice tells you.
Oh God. Why was he so sweet?
“No- No, it’s not,” You sigh, face turning red. “It fits perfectly, that’s-“
“So you came to my house, at two in the morning?” His voice was rough, flirting with you.
You were definitely red now. “No.”
Snotlout glances you over, taking in your pajamas and sleepy appearance.
“You could’ve dropped the ring and left. You woke me up, wanted me awake.” He stands up, ring still in his hand and takes a step closer to you. He looks you up and down again, “You wanted me to see you, huh?”
“I want to go home and sleep.” You cross your arms as a chill runs down your spine. He was getting more confident by the moment.
“Deflecting.” He steps closer, his face illuminated by the dim yellow light. “I think you want me just as bad as I want you.”
“Do I?”
“You do. The way you’re acting right now is enough.” He smirks, twirling the ring in his rough hands.
Why was it suddenly so hot in his room? And why were you sweating? “I gave your ring back, isn’t that rejection?” You knew he couldn’t stand rejection.
“You’ll take it back.” He states and shrugs, taking one step closer. You were close now, feeling his breath on your skin.
“Will I?” You tease slightly, stumbling back a step or two to try and reject the temptation.
“Yeah.” He held out his hand, snake ring on his middle finger. He wasn’t forcing you. You looked at his hands. Rough, calloused, thick. He noticed you were staring.
You gave in. It’s Snotlout, how could you not?
Your soft hands touched his rugged ones, fingers grazing over his middle finger. You took the ring, your hands lingering for a little too long.
“There you go.” He praises quietly and a moment goes by. “Can I?” He asks, pointing to the ring. He wanted to put it on you.
You didn’t respond, but you looked up at him and left the ring in your palm.
Your eyes didn’t leave one another’s as he found the ring and placed it on your left ring finger. Your stomach was filled with butterflies.
He put it on your ring finger, classic him.
His hands left yours and you put your hand to your side, fiddling with the ring. You couldn’t breathe, move, speak.
“I- I’ll be on my way now.” You say. You don’t move or tear your eyes away from his. Why couldn’t you move? He looks you up and down after a minute.
“You’re trying your best?” He runs a hand through his hair with a smirk. That stupid smirk.
“I hate you.” You lied straight through your teeth, clenching your jaw.
“You hate the way i’m charming, amazing-“
“Add stupid to the list.” You paused, your gut hurting, head spinning. You could cut the tension with a knife. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying to ground yourself. Anything would help-
“Hey, I think i’m pretty smar-“ Him speaking is not something that would help. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to shut him up.
You grabbed the fabric of his soft orange muscle tank and pulled him against you, your lips crashing against his. Your heart was beating out of your chest, hands sweating.
You start to pull back after a few moments, leaving a trail of spit connecting you both.
Suddently, he places a hand on the back of your head, colliding your lips once again. The kiss wasn’t pretty, it was messy if anything. Years of tension in one kiss.
Your hands go around his neck, the cold metal of his ring bringing him back to earth.
He placed his hands under your thighs, lifting you up and pinning you against the wall. You yelped. His parents were still in the house.
The kiss turned needy, hot and fast. Your hands were everywhere, all over him. Your head was spinning even more.
“Knew it,” He smiled against your lips, placing a hand on the side of your cheek. Your nails dug into his bicep and he moaned into your mouth. He fucking moaned.
You pull back, a little shocked. His lips were a soft red, his freckles more prominent in this light, his eyes needy. He wanted you so bad.
“God, I hate you.” You crash your lips back onto his, smiling into the rough kiss.
Snotlout Jorgenson (live action version) x fem!reader
Warnings: Smut (18+)
AN: For the sake of this post and all future HTTYD posts, Snotlout is at LEAST 18 years old (in my mind, he is early 20’s) . Wrote this because there is not nearly enough content out there for live action Snotlout (or even Snotlout x reader in general). Also darn you Gabriel Howell for re-igniting my HTTYD & Snotlout obsession
A = Aftercare: The KING of aftercare. He’ll run you a hot shower, then hop in with you and help you wash off. All while massaging your shoulders like his life depends on it. Then he’ll tuck you into bed and crawl in with you for the night.
B = Body Part (their favourite on you & on themselves): On himself, it’s his arms (shoulders included). He loves to flex in the mirror and flex to you anytime he gets. You definitely don’t mind though, because he is actually pretty built. On you, it’s your thighs. He loves to rest his head in your lap when you’re alone together, and he’ll just trace meaningless lines up and down your thighs with his fingers. He especially loves when you play with his hair as he’s laying in your lap. He’d never let anybody else see him this vulnerable, but you’re the exception.
C = Cum: INSIDE. I think this man might have a breeding kink…he absolutely loves hitting it raw.
D = Dirty Secret: He likes to be on the bottom every once in a while. He really enjoys when you’re on top, he’ll be looking up at you during sex with those big puppy dog eyes and just letting himself enjoy the moment. He also would not mind if you tied his hands up to experiment, he’s just not confident enough to ask for it yet. None of this is really a secret between the two of you, but it is most certainly a secret to everyone else.
E = Experience: He’s slightly experienced. He used to get around in his mid-to-late-teen years but he didn’t enjoy it much. He sort of saw it as a right-of-passage thing, but when he started dating you things really started to heat up. He’s learned quite a few tricks since you started having sex and he’s a very skilled man now.
F = Favourite Position: If he’s on top, d0ggy. He loves being able to grab your hips and waist while you’re getting it on, and plus he can get a better grip of your hair from behind (🤭). If he’s on the bottom, literally anything. He does not complain. He’s just happy to be there.
G = Goofy: Absolutely goofy at the right times. Definitely not all the time, but he lets a joke go every now and then. He enjoys it when you banter back to him too, it keeps him from worrying that he’s being TOO goofy.
H = Hair:
1) Upstairs He’s a hair puller. He doesn’t like his hair to be pulled, but you both enjoy it when he pulls yours. He would never do it if you weren’t comfortable though, but he knows you love it. However, he does love when you play with his hair after y’all are done having sex. The feeling of your fingers running through his hair and massaging his scalp just does something to him.
2) Downstairs He keeps himself well groomed. Not necessarily clean-shaven but he likes it neat and tidy. He doesn’t care whatsoever about what you do with yours, he’s just happy to feel the touch of a woman.
I = Intimacy: He loves when it’s just the two of you in his room, curled up under the blankets, talking late at night. He cherishes those moments with his whole heart. It was hard for him to open up at the beginning, but you’ve slowly chipped away at his walls and now talking to you might just be his favourite thing. He also loves when you two have slow and intimate sex. When you spend time just feeling each-other and not rushing to the finish line.
J = Jerking Off: He used to (a LOT) before you started dating. But now he doesn’t see the point when he’s got such a beautiful girl. He’ll only ever do it if you’re away for a long period of time on some sort of mission. But it’s never the same and he always wishes it was you instead of his hand.
K = Kinks: PRAISE KINK. The moment you call him a “good boy” or tell him how good he makes you feel, he’s in heaven. He thrives on words of affirmation and affection.
L = Location: Anytime, anywhere, except in public. He will always be ready for whenever you want him. He won’t do anything in a public place (because that requires letting his guard down in front of people who aren’t YOU), but any private location he can find, you best believe y’all have fucked there before. His secret location fantasy would be in a secluded hot spring.
M = Motivation: When he sees you after a long day of dragon training, he is immediately in the mood. I mean when is he not in the mood? This man is down bad for his girl.
N = No’s: He will never hit you, even if you ask, it’s a hard line in the sand for him. He also would never be comfortable with having sex in a public space.
O = Oral:
Receiving He’s into it if you’re into it. He would never want to pressure you into doing something you weren’t comfortable with, but now that he knows YOU enjoy it, he’s all for it. Gets him turned on just thinking about it.
Giving This man is a MUNCH. I cannot see him any other way. He is down bad for his woman and will give and give to your hearts content.
P = Pace: Slow and sensual, or fast and furious. There is no in between for him. It really depends on both of your moods. Some days the only thing he wants is some slow intimacy, and there’s other times where he fucks like a mad man. He will be sure to cater to your wants and desires first and foremost though.
Q = Quickies: Depends. If he’s stressed out and needs to let the feelings out, he is absolutely into it. But most of the time he likes to take his time with you and not rush through. And honestly it’s hard to find a place in Berk that’s appropriately hidden for a quickie.
R = Risks: He is totally into experimenting with you, as long as it’s not one of his “no’s”. But role-play or restraints? Absolutely something he wants to try out.
S = Stamina: He can go multiple rounds most days, but there are some times where he’s just so exhausted from the days work that he’ll go one round, clean you both up, and fall right asleep. It’s not his fault you’re so nice to lay next to, he can’t help that he falls asleep so quickly.
T = Toys: N/A (we’re in viking times people, i’m not introducing medieval torture devices)
U = Unfair: Snotlout is a total tease. He’ll grab your ass in public when he thinks nobody’s looking, and he knows you love it. During sex he’ll ask you dirty questions when he knows you can’t focus enough to answer, just to show himself how good he’s making you feel. However you are also quite the tease. You’ll get him all turned on at an inconvenient time, and you’ll watch him try to focus on the task he was previously doing (and failing miserably now, because all he can think about is you).
V = Vocal: WHINY. I just know this man is vocal and whiny in bed. Deep breathing, grunting, begging, the works. Now that he’s comfortable with you, he makes plenty of noise. He loves when you make noise in bed too, it really turns him on and gives him motivation.
W = Wild Card: He gets wildly jealous when you’re sitting close with any of the other guys. Not like a toxic level of jealousy, just enough that it makes him squirm. Even though he knows neither you nor any of the boys would betray him like that. He’ll always find a way to squeeze in to the conversation and make it about how he’s big and tough (you think it’s hilarious).
X = X-Ray: Above average size in both length and width. Cut. Keeps it well groomed. Safe to say he’s around 8 inches.
Y = Yearning: A secret yearner. He’ll write poems to you and keep them in his journal, never to see the light of day. He wrote so many that he had to get another journal after only a month. He’ll also draw candid sketches of you when you go on dates, and he’ll hesitantly show them to you once he’s finished. You are always sure to praise his drawings every chance you get because they’re actually spectacular. Deep down, he’s always been a romantic. He’d be sure to show you off every chance he got.
Z = Zzz: If you’re playing with his hair, he’s out cold in 5 minutes flat. He used to have a lot of trouble sleeping but not since you two got together. Now he sleeps like a baby (as long as you’re sharing a bed).
Hope you enjoyed! I’m still VERY new to writing smut so i hope this wasn’t too bad or too much. Feel free to leave feedback in the comments, and reblogs are much appreciated 💗
PS. Snotlout is just a big ol’ softie in my mind. A softie with a hard outer shell. But he’s adorable. A lot of fluff in this post but hopefully there was also enough smut to please y’all 😚 i’ll make GN!reader and M!reader versions eventually too
I saw the post about Hiccstrid x Reader, and I have a huge crush on those two, so... I wanted sfw and nsfw headcanons of them :3
those two ugh i love them and i need them
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sfw
I'd never be into dating more than one person at once but this pair would convince me otherwise
Like c'mon you would have everything a person needs
A sarcastic, intelligent and nerdy man who both loves bending you over and being bent over himself
And a whole ass WOMAN who is passionate and fiery while still being smart and logical herself
She could snap your neck if she really wanted which I think is another plus
The two of them combined has me foaming at the mouth
I see both of them as quite touchy but in different ways
For Astrid, she's touchy in an intentional way
She wants to hold your hand, she wants to put her arm around your waist, she wants you to feel desired
For Hiccup, he’s touchy in an absent-minded way
He’s yapping on and on about something but his hands are playing with yours, his chin is resting on your shoulder - all of that
He doesn’t notice though so the moment you tell him, his face just goes red and he’ll immediately pull away since he thinks you were complaining about it
Reassure him that you love how touchy he is with you <3
You and Astrid will constantly be having to tear Hiccup away from his work so that he actually takes care of himself
He’ll spend days cooped up in his hut, laser focused on trying to bring his ideas into actuality
The two of you will have no choice but to drag him out of his hut and make sure he’s been fed, watered, and seen the sunlight at least for an hour
On the other hand, you and Hiccup will have to use every ounce of strength in your bodies to hold Astrid back when she’s trying to beat the shit out of Snotlout, Tuffnut, or literally anyone else that crosses her
My advice? Take her on a walk FAR away from whoever pissed her off and pray that she calms down
Make sure that you and Hiccup are both holding her hands so she doesn’t have a free hand to grab her battleaxe
It’s literally like dating two of your best friends
Except you guys kiss and stuff
So it’s better
The two of them are pretty solid partners
They both care deeply (in their own ways) and there’s never a moment where you feel like they don’t value you and the relationship they have with you
nsfw
Alright boy oh boy
These two are interesting in bed
For the sake of simplicity i’m assuming everyone is a switch
You guys take things slow at first but you guys start to get into more exciting things over time
The first thing that I could see happening would be you and Astrid exploiting Hiccup’s…well everything
He’s a more reserved guy who is really just happy to have you and Astrid
The perfect victim for taking charge of and teasing him endlessly
It would start out first with some playful teasing outside the bedroom but his reactions would soon lead both of you to take things further
Gentle touches on his ear or on his back will really get him going
He’s easy to fluster in public which means he’s even easier to fluster in the bedroom
Having both you and Astrid all over him, your lips and your hands all over his skin, would probably make him cum on the spot
Jerking him off together would drive him INSANE
Especially if you hold eye contact with him ugh he’d be done for
If he’s into it, one of you could jerk him off while the other fingers him and i think that would be how he goes out
When you’re bottoming for them, it’s absolutely heavenly
Hiccup is such a sweet, giving partner
Astrid is also sweet and giving but i think she would be a bit stricter if that makes any sense
Like she’ll touch you, finger you, kiss you, whatever but she wants to hear you say her name
She wants you to tell her how good she and Hiccup are making you feel otherwise she’ll just stop completely
Hiccup would probably try to copy her in this aspect but it would take a bit for him to get the hang of not giving in immediately to your desires
I have one very clear vision when it comes to the two of them
You would be riding Hiccup with his hands guiding your every movement
While Astrid is behind you, one hand in your hair to tug your head back so she can attack your neck with her lips and her other hand playing with your clit/jerking you off
Astrid can bottom but she’s definitely more of a power bottom
She’s telling you both exactly how she wants her pussy eaten, fingered, or fucked
She’d shove one of you down between her legs while grabbing the other’s hands and bringing them to play with her tits
Sidenote but she definitely sounds and looks GORGEOUS when she orgasms
Like that woman is stunning and making her cum as much as possible is both your's and Hiccup's life mission
Overall it’s a good time with these two i would highly recommend
gonna post some stuff that i've had in my drafts for a while! im gonna make some hcs for readers w male genitalia but this is what i have for right now
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Snotlout
Oh he's in it for the love of the game
You couldn't tear him away from you even if you tried
Messy and inexperienced at first but boy is he confident!
He's trainable so that's the good news
Reallyyyy likes eating it while you're sitting down on a chair or something with him in between his legs, using his shoulders as leg rests
He can really get to work that way
Looks up for approval every now and then but mainly keeps his eyes focused between your legs
He wants to make sure he's doing everything perfectly for you so he is locked in
Will eat it night and day, breakfast, lunch, dinner, anytime, anywhere
Y'know that video of the guy that's like “wake up, eat it. go to work. come home from lunch. eat it. go back to work. leave work again just to eat it.”
That's Snotlout
Will beg for it
“Babe, I'm just saying - why wouldn't you want your super hot and talented boyfriend to eat you out right now?”
“Do we really have to show up to training on time? I can make it fast, I promise! They won't even realize we're late.”
Fishlegs
Fantasized about it for sure but never realized how sensual and intimate it was until he tried it
Soooo shy about it
You will have to talk him through it and give him directions
He wants it to be good for you but he's never done this before so the pressure is on
After getting used to it, he turns out to be pretty gentle and very attentive
Pays attention to your face and your body
Observes how your eyebrows furrow, your leg twitches, your stomach contracts - all of that
Uses that information to guide his next moves and drive you closer and closer to the edge
Not a certified eater like Snotlout but most certainly a certified pussy enjoyer
Loves making you feel adored and worshipped yk
Wants you to cum every single time and if you don't he will be very disappointed in himself
“No, it's not okay! I'm supposed to make you feel good. Just, show me what to do!"
Poor boy takes it personally even if you're just having a mental block day
He'll eventually understand not to take it too hard on himself
Wakes up craving it but he gets too shy asking for it
It's so obvious though
You'll just have to straight up ask him to go down on you
He will go so red but he definitely won't deny your request
"O-Oh, you mean right now? Well, I mean, sure, of course!"
Plays it cool but you can tell he wants it bad
Astrid
Knows what you like even before she tries it
Somehow naturally gifted at it
Service top vibes for sure
The first time she tries it she keeps asking you “is this okay?”
Will absolutely talk about how good you taste and will talk you through it in general
“Tell me how it feels, babe. How does my tongue feel on you?”
“So sweet and all for me. All mine, isn’t that right?”
Absolutely throws in a “Didn’t know you could get more beautiful” after you cum
Unless you ask her to she likes to keep things like this in a private setting
But very rarely she gets the urge to just push you up against a tree and get on her knees to taste you
It's rare though
Besides she can just make you wait until you both get back to her hut and spend all that time teasing you
Loves the build-up to it for sure
Like i mentioned earlier she’s nervous the first few times because she doesn’t want to give bad head
But after experimenting and seeing how you react to different things she has a game plan every time she goes down on you
Is a yearner in her own way and shows that though her lips and tongue
The type of head that leaves you breathless, sweaty, legs shaking, face flushed, and gripping onto her
I don’t think she has a preferred position
Whatever is most convenient or comfortable for you works for her
Tuffnut
Another trainable guy
Jokes about you letting him eat it but never expects you to actually let him
The moment you let him he's like “Wait, really? Like, really really? You'd let me?”
I don't know if i see him being super enthusiastic about it at first
He's mainly just trying to hype himself up because his jokes were all bite and no bark
He has no idea what he's doing
Will absolutely ask you questions during it
“Am I doing it right?” “So…I can put my tongue inside, too?”
Such a curious man
He would totally ask some of the other dragon riders for tips on giving head
He'll slowly start getting the hang of it after a little bit
As soon as you grab his hair to help guide him through it is the moment he starts seeing the appeal of it
He's in it for the taste and the being controlled by his girlfriend part
Will drop hints that he wants to eat it at the most inconvenient times
“So like, I was thinking after we finish this raid we could hang out at your hut, maybe show me some new moves or something?”
All the while you're in the middle of fighting off two hunters
The type of guy to literally eat it whenever and wherever
Will literally eat it behind a bush in the forest
Not even for the thrill of getting caught
He's just impatient like that
Ruffnut
Similar to tuffnut but definitely has more of an idea of what to do
I think she’d actually be kinda shy about it
To the point where you’d have to have one hand on her head guiding her while you tell her what to do and what feels nice
I think the first few times she might get frustrated since she’s not getting it
But she’s not a quitter
All she needed was a moment to regroup (and ask Astrid or one of the other dragon riders for some tips)
And boy does she come back swinging
She takes it slow and steady but confident
Still doesn’t quite know where to put her hands so she wraps them around your thighs
I think she’d have some wandering hands
She would melt if you pull her hair to guide her
After gaining some confidence, I think she would love having you sit on her face
I don’t think she’s super talkative but would occasionally throw in some comments when you pull her hair
“S-Shit, you love playing dirty, don’t you?”
If anything, I think she’d be the one responding to your dirty talk
“Fuck, Ruff. You always get me so wet and messy.” “Believe me, babe. I can taste it.”
All the while her mouth and chin are covered with your wetness
Hiccup
Again, another trainable man
Comparable to how Fishlegs is but with a tad more confidence
Will actually ask to try it instead of you bringing it up (points for initiative)
Wants it to be absolutely perfect but spoiler alert it isn't
No natural talent so he's kinda just fumbling around trying to figure out what to do
He'll be a bit stubborn at first and won't accept guidance but after some insistence he'll let you guide him
Alittle upset that he can't figure your body out himself
But puts his pride aside so he can make you feel good
He aims to make you cum every single time and is pretty good at doing so
Mentally keeps track of how many times he's made you cum and what you respond to most
Prefers eating it in his or your bed, classic style yk
On your back with him between your legs, maybe one hand holding your leg up
Not very sexually adventurous so he'll keep it limited to somewhere private and romantic
Maybe by a lake under the moonlight if he's feeling extra romantic and adventurous
I think he's a little talkative but not excessively so
He doesn't like to talk with his mouth full, yk?
But he also does want to tell you how amazing you taste, how beautiful you look - the whole works
"You're so gorgeous like this. Oh baby, I would keep you like this for hours if I could."
"You just taste too good. Can't get enough of you, never can."
I think he'd overstimulate you a little bit but nothing crazy
He'd like to see you squirm and jump at the feeling but wouldn't go much further (unless you asked)
Dagur
He and Snotlout are tied for the top eater in httyd
Both embody the “wake up. eat it.” dude
The difference between them is that Dagur has natural skill
He is naturally talented with that tongue of his and those fingers
Seesaws between nice soft dom and a teasing little jackass who somehow still has you melting in his arms
Will absolutely tell you to “cum for daddy” even if you don't have a daddy kink
Force of habit yk?
Likes being on his knees while he's eating it
You could be leaning against a tree with him in between your legs or on the edge of a bed with him between your legs
Encourages you to grab onto his hair
Intense eye contact that only mildly reminds you that he's slightly mentally unstable
Talks you through it every single time
If you guys are just chilling and he gets the urge, he'll definitely beg to eat it
But most of the time he just gives you a certain look
And you know what that look means
“Well, we have the next hour to spare. Whaddya say we go somewhere, just the two of us, so I can show you something special I learned with my tongue, hm?”
The late afternoon sun slanted through the dusty windows of the Curtis house, illuminating dancing dust motes and the absolute chaos that was Keith Two-Bit Matthews. He was, to put it mildly, three sheets to the wind and working on a fourth. An empty six-pack of beer bottles lay toppled by the couch, and the half-empty one in his hand was sloshing onto the floor as he attempted, for the fifth time in ten minutes, to do a handstand on the recliner.
"Lookit!" he slurred, his face flushed a deep red, his legs wobbling precariously. "I'm a tree! A big, strong oak! Gonna grow acorns n' everythin'!"
From the kitchen doorway, you exchanged a long, weary look with Darry. Your boyfriend had his massive arms crossed over his chest, his expression a thundercloud of strained patience. Two-Bit had been like this for hours—loud, clumsy, and desperately, pathetically attention-seeking. He’d tried to start a wrestling match with Soda, who’d wisely escaped to the DX, then attempted to teach Ponyboy the "fine art of advanced shoplifting," which had ended with Pony hiding in his room with a book. Now, it was just the three of you, and Darry’s famously short fuse was burning down to the powder keg.
"Keith," Darry's voice was low, a warning rumble. "Get down from there before you brain yourself. Now."
"But Darryyyyy," Two-Bit whined, collapsing in a heap on the recliner, which groaned in protest. "Ain't got nothin' to dooo. I'm bored! Entertain me! c'mon, mommy, daddy, entertain me!" He blinked his glassy, unfocused eyes between the two of you, the honorifics slipping out with the same drunken ease as his burps.
You felt a familiar, warm thrill at the name, but kept your face neutral. Darry, however, didn't even flinch. He just stared, his blue eyes like chips of ice.
"You've had enough 'entertainment' for one day," Darry stated, striding into the room. He plucked the beer bottle from Two-Bit's lax fingers. "You're cut off. In fact, you're done. You're going to get a lesson in why you don't drink a brewery's worth of beer on a Tuesday afternoon and then terrorize my house."
Two-Bit pouted, a spectacular, lip-trembling display of faux hurt. "A lesson? What, like... math? I ain't good at math, Darry, you know that. She knows that." he added, clumsily pointing at you.
"Oh, it's math," Darry said, his voice dropping into that dangerously calm tone that made your stomach clench with a mix of fear and desire. It was the same one he got whenever it had been you the one acting like a brat, back at the start of your relationship with him, way before Two got mixed up in the bowl. "But it's a very simple kind. Counting. You think you can handle counting, baby?"
The pet name, laced with condescension, went straight to Two-Bit's head—and elsewhere. He squirmed, a slow, dawning understanding breaking through the alcoholic haze. "Countin'? What for?"
“You’re getting a spanking.”
A whine, high and reedy, escaped Two-Bit’s throat. It was less a protest and more a plea for the very thing he was about to receive. “Daddy, no… ‘m too big for that…”
“You’re acting like a brat, so you’ll get treated like one.”
In one fluid, powerful motion, Darry hooked his hands under Two-Bit's arms and lifted him an inche clear above the floor. Two-Bit yelped, his limbs flailing, as Darry sat down heavily on the now-vacant recliner and dragged the drunken man face-down across his solid thighs. The position was effortlessly dominant, Two-Bit's long legs kicking out uselessly, his ass presented perfectly in his tight jeans.
"Mommy," he slurred, his breath hot against your palm. "Tell 'im, tell Daddy 'm a good boy, please…"
"You can be a very good boy," you cooed from the near distance. "But good boys don't break lamps and try to do dangerous hand stands with their bellies full of beer, do they?"
He shook his head, his lower lip jutting out in a magnificent pout. "M'silly. Just… had too many beers. Got all… fizzly."
"We'll get the fizz out."
"No! Darry, c'mon, daddy, noooo!" Two-Bit babbled, trying to twist his head to look back. "I'll be good! I promise! I'll clean the bottles! I'll—I'll scrub the floor with my tongue!"
"I think it's a little late for that," You said, walking over to smooth your hand smoothing over the denim-clad curve of Two-Bit's backside. "You've been a brat all day. A loud, messy, cute little brat." You punctuated each adjective with a squeeze to the meat there. "but a brat nonetheless."
Your fingers made quick work of Two-Bit’s belt buckle, the clink of it loud in the quiet room. Then came the rasp of the zipper. His jeans and boxers down to his ankles in one swift, humiliating motion, baring his pale skin to the cool air and both of your gazes.
Two-Bit gasped, a shiver wracking his frame. “Cold…”
“Shhh, baby,” you cooed, your voice a soft counterpoint to Darry’s stern tone. “You can take it. You’re our good boy, aren’t you?”
He nuzzled into your hand, his lips seeking your fingers. “Mommy…” he whimpered, the word a drunken, worshipful sigh. Don't let him, please. I'll be so good for you, I swear." He took two of your fingers into his mouth, sucking on them needily, his tongue swirling around the tips. The action was so lewd it made your breath catch.
“None of that,” Darry chided, though there was no real heat in it. “You need to focus. Ready to count?”
Two-Bit released your fingers with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting his lip to your hand. “Do I hafta?”
The first spank landed, crisp and loud. It wasn’t full force, but it was a solid, stinging warning.
“YOW! One!” Two-Bit yelped, his body jolting. “Shit, Darry, that stings!”
“Language.” You warned sweetly, hand giving his auburn locks a ruffle, just as Darry delivered the second, a little harder, on the other cheek.
“T-two!” Two-Bit cried, his voice already taking on a whiny pitch. He was squirming, his hips making little aborted thrusts against Darry’s solid thigh. You could see the damp spot where his cock, hard and leaking, was pressed against the fabric of Darry’s work pants.
The third spank made him yelp. “Three! Fuck, okay, three!”
The fourth was a sharp crack that had him burying his face in the cushion for a second before he remembered. “F-four! Daddy, ‘s too ha-ah-rd…”
“It’s supposed to be hard, baby,” you murmured, hand dipping low to stroke along his jaw. “It’s supposed to remind you who’s in charge. Be good for us. Count for Daddy.”
He looked up at you, his bottom lip trembling in a magnificent pout, his eyes begging you for mercy or maybe for more. The fifth spank landed, and he gasped, his eyes squeezing shut.
“F-five… I think? Was that five? It was five, right, Mommy? Right?”
Darry’s hand stilled, resting heavy and warm on his now-pinkening skin. “We’re starting over. You lost count.”
“No!” Two-Bit wailed, the sound genuinely distressed. “Daddy, no, please! It was five, I know it was!”
“You think it was five,” Darry corrected, his voice a low, degrading purr. “You don’t know. That empty head of yours is too full of beer and silly thoughts to keep a simple count. We start from the beginning. Zero.”
A tear, real and shiny, tracked down Two-Bit’s cheek. He was so deep in the headspace, so drunk and turned on and desperate to please. He looked at you, utterly lost.
“Baby,” you said, your voice gentle but firm, leaning close so he could focus on your face. “Remember, we left it at four. You just had four. What comes after four, hmn?”
His brow furrowed in intense, drunken concentration. His mouth opened and closed a few times. “Uhhh… five! five!” he finally blurted out, hope blooming in his wet eyes.
“That’s right, sweet boy,” you praised, and the way he preened under the words was palpable.
You looked back at Darry over Two-Bit, pleading with him without words and only with a sweet smile on your lips. You had always been much more of a softie than him.
Darry just sighed, smoothing his hand over Two's burning skin as if in some kind of 'consolation' gesture. "Alright."
SMACK
“SIX!” Two-Bit shouted, a mix of pain and triumph in his voice. He was panting now, little puffs of air against your knee. A thin line of drool escaped his lips and soaked into the leg of Darry’s pants.
SMACK!
“Seven!” he cried, his voice cracking. “Seven, Daddy, I rem'mber!”
“Do you?” Darry mused, rubbing the sore spot. “Or is Mommy doing all the remembering for you? Are you just her pretty, dumb little boy?”
The degradation went straight to Two-Bit’s core. He moaned, long and low, pushing his reddening ass back into Darry’s hand. “Yours,” he slurred. “I’m yours and Mommy’s. Your dumb boy.”
SMACK! The eighth landed, lower, right on the sensitive sit-spots. Two-Bit howled, his body bucking.
“E-eight! Oh, God, eight!”
He was a wreck. Tears and drool mingled on his face. His cock was a furious red, pressed against Darry’s thigh, leaking copiously. The room smelled of sweat, beer, and sex. You tangled your fingers in his hair, not quite pulling, just holding, grounding him.
"You're being so good, Keith," Darry murmured, his hand rubbing slow, painful circles on the heated skin. "Taking your punishment like the dumb, drunk whore you are. You love this, don't you? Love being put in your place by your Daddy."
Two-Bit could only nod, a broken moan escaping him.
You leaned in, your lips brushing his ear as Darry's hand lifted for the seventh blow. You poured every ounce of sweet, commanding praise into your whisper. "That's it, baby. Just a few more. You're being such a good boy for us."
That was it. The final straw.
The word "good boy," whispered with such tender ownership right as Darry's palm connected with a final, resounding SMACK!, shattered whatever remained of Two-Bit's control.
His body went rigid, then bowed like a string. His back arched violently, his hips rutted against Darry’s leg in a frantic, helpless rhythm, and he came, untouched, in hot, pulsing stripes across Darry’s work pants and the couch cushion below. His cries were incoherent, a sobbing, babbling mess of “Daddy!” and “Mommy!” and “I’m sorry, ‘s so good, please…” as he rode out his orgasm.
Darry let out a soft, satisfied sigh, his large hand gentling, rubbing slow, soothing circles on the well-spanked flesh. "Look at that," he said, his voice now thick with a rough affection. "Couldn't even make it to ten. Came apart like a cheap watch just from being called a good boy. You're a mess, baby."
ok but hear me out Darrel x wife!reader and they go to a campground w/ the gang and they're in the local lake (stay with me here) and darrel sees he's gorgeous wife in a bikini and he's like "omg she's so hot i wanna fuck her" right? and then later that night they have sex in their tent? please and thanks!!! 👀👀👀
₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ Down at the Lake
Summary: Darry is always crazy for you, especially at the lake
Pairing: wife!Curtis!reader x Darry Curtis
Warnings: smut, language, rough sex, fucking, p n v sex, public sex?
Notes: I love this idea so much! Enjoy!
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The campground was louder than it had any right to be.
Between Two-Bit trying to start a cannonball contest and Sodapop nearly drowning from laughing too hard, the entire lake area had turned into complete chaos.
Which was exactly why Darry had been trying to relax in the water for the past ten minutes.
Trying being the key word.
Because the second you walked down toward the lake in your bikini, Darry completely forgot how to function.
Actually forgot.
Soda noticed immediately.
“Ohhhh, he’s gone,” Soda laughed from deeper in the lake.
Darry didn’t even answer.
His eyes stayed locked on you while you adjusted your sunglasses and walked toward the water completely unaware of the crisis you were causing.
Or maybe…
Completely aware.
You smiled the second you caught him staring.
“Hey, baby.”
Darry swallowed hard.
“Hey.”
Two-Bit looked between the two of you dramatically.
“Good lord,” he muttered. “That man is fighting demons right now.”
“He looks physically stressed,” Soda added helpfully.
Darry shot both of them a glare without taking his eyes off you.
“Shut up.”
You laughed softly while stepping into the water beside him, your hand brushing against his arm.
“You okay?”
“No,” he answered immediately.
That made you blink.
“…No?”
“Baby,” Darry said lowly, leaning closer so only you could hear, “you can’t walk around lookin’ like that and expect me to act normal.”
Heat rushed to your cheeks instantly.
From behind him, Soda gagged dramatically.
“UGH. Don’t flirt in the lake.”
Two-Bit pointed accusingly. “I saw that look, Darry. That was not a church-approved thought.”
Darry rolled his eyes.
“Mind your business.”
But honestly?
It only got worse from there.
Every time you laughed.
Every time water dripped down your skin.
Every time your bikini shifted just enough to make Darry’s brain short-circuit all over again—
He looked ready to lose his mind.
By sunset, he was barely surviving.
And you absolutely noticed.
Especially when his hand settled possessively on your waist during dinner while he barely paid attention to the conversation around the fire.
“You’re quiet,” you teased softly.
Darry looked at you for a long second.
“Tryin’ real hard to behave.”
Your stomach flipped instantly.
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” he muttered.
Then Two-Bit yelled something across the campfire and the moment disappeared.
But the look Darry gave you afterward promised this conversation was definitely not over.
—
Later that night, the campground had finally gone quiet.
The only sounds were crickets outside the tent and distant laughter from somewhere near the lake.
You had barely zipped the tent shut before Darry’s hands were suddenly on your waist.
“Darry—”
“C’mere.”
His voice was rougher now. Needier.
Like he’d spent the entire day holding himself back and finally snapped.
You laughed softly when he pulled you against him, but the sound disappeared the second he kissed you.
Deep.
Hungry.
Like he’d been thinking about this for hours.
Which…
He definitely had.
“Baby,” he muttered against your lips, hands sliding along your hips, “you have any idea what you did to me today?”
You smiled breathlessly. “Maybe.”
“That bikini nearly killed me.”
You laughed again, but Darry just kissed you harder, backing you carefully toward the blankets spread across the tent floor.
His hands gripped your waist tightly like he physically couldn’t stop touching you.
Outside, someone yelled loudly near another campsite.
Neither of you cared.
Darry rested his forehead against yours for a second, breathing hard.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered.
The sincerity in his voice made your chest ache.
Then he kissed you again immediately after, more desperate this time, and you could feel how badly he wanted you in every touch, every breath, every pull of his hands against your skin.
“Been trying to keep it together all day,” he admitted quietly against your neck. “But you keep lookin’ at me like that…”
You tangled your fingers into his hair gently.
“Maybe I wanted your attention.”
Darry laughed softly under his breath.
“Oh, baby,” he murmured, pulling you down onto the blankets with him, “you got it.”
Within just a couple minutes, your soft, yet small nightgown was on the ground next to you. Along with your undergarments, Darry's and along with his close.
Darry had soft, but rough thrust as he moved inside you. His hand on your shoulder, your hand on top of his arm. Your eyes would close as you felt him twitch inside you.
The pleasure felt too good to stop. You didn't ever want to stop when Darry felt this good inside you. He needed to feel you, feel you for days and days.
When you teased him earlier that afternoon, he wanted to take you right then and there.
But, as he said, he had to behave himself. Not wanting to look like a pathetic asshole in front of his younger brothers and friends.
Darry started to speed up his thrust. Making both of your bodies shaking a little faster.
You started to moan a little louder. Darry didn't give a shit about how loud you were. he just wants you to feel the pleasure. Meanwhile, he was so close to falling, and so were you.
"God, y/n, I'm right there. I'm gonna come."
"Me too, Darry. Please, I wanna come" You begged.
Darry didn't stop. He moved harder and faster. Causing both of you to fall down the climax, riding both of your highs. Darry fell right beside you. Catching his breath.
He leaned beside you, kissing your cheek and shoulder. Pulling you closer. Not wanting to ever let you go after tonight.
There’s something about the Curtis house at dinnertime that feels like a warm pocket of heaven.
You’re in the kitchen—wearing a little apron over a sundress, humming as you stir the pot on the stove. The kitchen opens into the living room, no more than three meters of space between the stove and the back of the old, worn couch. Darry’s jacket hangs on a hook, Pony’s schoolbooks are stacked neatly on the end table. Soda's out working and Pony is spending the venint at the local library.
It’s all so… normal.
Except for the part where Two-Bit Matthews is face-down, ass-up over the back of the couch getting railed by your boyfriend like he owes him rent.
“Fffuckin’ Christ, Darry—” Two-Bit whines, voice already thin and cracked as his fingers dig into the cushions. “You’re gonna—shit—you’re gonna kill me—”
Darry doesn’t even blink. He’s standing tall behind him, shirt off, jeans open, massive hands gripping Two-Bit’s slim waist like he’s nothing but a plaything. His hips are pistoning forward, cock buried balls-deep inside that loud mouth of a boy they both love too much.
“You say that every time,” Darry growls, smacking his ass so hard it echoes through the house.
You glance over your shoulder from the stove and grin.
The gang thought it was just you and Darry.
They thought you were the perfect match for him—sweet, nurturing, sharp-witted, the kind of girl who slipped her arms around him when he got home from a hard shift, kissed the crease in his brow until it smoothed out, and made sure he ate something real before he went to bed. Even Ponyboy said you were like a mother, not just to him, but to all of them. And Darry?
He loved you. Obvious in the way he let his voice go soft with you. Obvious in the way he reached out to hold your hand when he thought no one was looking.
What they didn’t know—what no one knew—was that Two-Bit Matthews was also yours.
And Darry’s.
And that, most nights, Two-Bit’s loud mouth was stuffed full with your panties or Darry’s cock or both, depending on how well he behaved that day.
Your eyes flick over the counter again.
Two-Bit’s falling apart.
He’s got that glassy-eyed, ruined look now—cheeks flushed, lips bitten raw, drool down his chin. You know the signs. Darry’s fucking him too good, just like he always does when he’s in one of those moods—possessive, annoyed, in need of relief after a long week of working two jobs and pretending he's not dating his best friend and the girl of his dreams.
You hear Darry’s voice again. Low, steady, commanding.
Two-Bit’s cheeks are flushed a deep red, his hair a mess, mouth open as he drools onto the couch fabric. He’s sweating like crazy, trembling, and every few thrusts he lets out this breathless little “Mama—” as if he can’t decide who he needs more—you, soft and sweet in the kitchen, or Darry, currently fucking the sass out of him.
You sigh fondly. “That’s sweet, baby. Use your words like a big boy, and maybe I’ll let you fuck me tonight.”
Two-Bit sobs. Actually sobs.
“You hear that?” Darry purrs darkly, voice low and grating right into Two’s ear. “You keep takin’ it like that, she’ll let you fuck her leg like a fuckin’ dog. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes— please, please—”
Darry pulls out almost completely, only to slam back in so hard that Two-Bit screams into the cushion.
You walk around the kitchen island to pour yourself a glass of water, arching your back just a little more than needed, catching Darry’s dark, hungry stare over the counter. His eyes rake over your hips, the smooth line of your thighs, the domestic goddess act that only riles him up more. You wink.
He grabs Two-Bit by the hair, yanking his head back. “You watch her cookin’ like that, baby? Huh? You get hard just knowin’ she's cooking that f'you while i'm giving you backshots?”
Two-Bit moans, teetering on the edge of bliss and brainless ruin. His words come out in messy fragments:
“Can’t what, sweetheart?” you ask sweetly from the kitchen. “Can’t behave? Can’t stop moaning like a bitch in heat?”
Two-Bit’s nails scrape the cushions. “Gonna come—I’m gonna—I’m—”
“No,” Darry barks, halting his hips completely. “You come when I say. Not before.”
He leans in over him, mouth close to Two’s neck, hips grinding in slow, punishing circles. “You’re so desperate, you forgot how to fuckin’ ask. Where’s your manners, huh?”
“Please!” Two-Bit cries out, squirming, cock leaking a mess onto the upholstery beneath him. “Please, Darry, please—I need it—I need you—need her—need everything—”
You chuckle, leaning on the counter, chin in your palm. “You hear that, honey? Boy’s gonna melt.”
Darry grunts. “He already is. Look at this fuckin’ mess.”
And he’s right.
Two-Bit’s trembling so hard you half-expect his knees to give out. His eyes are glassy, tongue lolling, all signs of that usual smart-ass attitude long gone. Darry’s fucking him right through his bratty little ego and into the purest kind of submission.
“Shhh, baby,” you coo. “You’re doing so good. Look at you—taking him so deep. That feel good?”
Two-Bit nods furiously, sobbing into the pillow now.
Darry’s thrusts pick up again, slamming into him so hard you can hear the slick slap of skin on skin.
You smile to yourself, tuning out the noise to focus back on not burn the meat that's cooking in the oven. However, your attention snaps right back to them when you heard Darry's voice coming out low and rough.
“I said arch, Keith.”
“I am arched—fuck—fuck, I can’t—”
“You can.” Darry gripped his hips tighter, fingers leaving bruises. “And you will. You wanna come tonight? You better take this cock like a good little bitch.”
You didn’t even look back. Just smiled to yourself, shaking your head as you adjusted the flame under the pan.
“You’re being mean to him again, Dar,” you called sweetly. “He’s gonna start crying.”
“He already is,” Darry drawled.
You knew he was.
Two-Bit was whimpering—quiet little gasps and choked moans slipping out of his mouth as Darry pounded into him from behind, unrelenting and precise. You glanced over your shoulder and watched the poor boy jerk under Darry’s grip, thighs shaking, lips red from biting down on the pillow.
“Mama- mama- mama- can’t, he’s—he’s breaking me- he’s gonna make me dumb-"
You walked over with the wooden spoon you were using to stir the sauce in the pot boiling on slow fire still in your hand and crouched beside the couch, gently cupping his cheek.
“You’re already dumb, baby,” you whispered sweetly, brushing his sweaty hair back. “And you love it, don’t you?”
He nodded violently. “Love it—love you—love him—fuck—fuck—”
Darry leaned forward, one hand gripping the back of Two-Bit’s neck possessively, the other spreading him wider. His thrusts picked up again, loud and wet, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the quiet living room.
“He’s so fucking tight like this,” Darry groaned. “He wants to be ruined. You hear that, baby? Hear how wet his little hole is just from getting railed where anyone could walk in?”
You smiled at Two-Bit, who was now openly crying, shuddering with every stroke of Darry’s cock.
Two-Bit lets out the most desperate, pathetic whimper you’ve ever heard in your life. It turns into a gasping sob when Darry reaches around to stroke his cock for the first time in twenty minutes.
He’s been edged over and over again—shoved down into the cushions, held down with Darry’s calloused hand on the back of his neck while he rutted like an animal.
Now, finally, Darry’s letting him have a taste.
“You gonna make a mess all over the couch again?” you ask lightly, still talking like this is the most casual conversation in the world.
“Go ahead, then,” Darry growls. “Come for her. Let her hear how good I fuck you.”
That’s all it takes.
Two-Bit shrieks into the couch as he comes, hot and messy, all over the cushions. His thighs jerk, legs shaking violently as Darry holds him down and rides it out—grinding deep inside him, breath hot against his back.
“Fuuuuck—”
And just like that, Darry slams in deep and holds.
Two-Bit shrieks—, twitching and writhing with aftershocks as Darry groans low and deep behind him, spilling inside.
The whole house goes quiet again, save for the sound of the stovetop simmering and Two-Bit’s wrecked little whimpers.
You stroke his hair, kissing his temple as Darry holds him steady, chest pressed to his back.
“Think that’ll tide him over till dinner?” you ask sweetly.
Darry chuckles. “Not a chance.”
You glance at the clock. Pony’s been out in a trip to the local library for nearly forty minutes now, and Soda won’t be home for another hour.
can we talk about ANH Luke Skywalker being stunned when reader is so forward with how much she likes him? he’s never had a girl so open with how much she wants him and his virgin brain starts to overload
WARM
Luke Skywalker x Reader
The millennium falcon is always cold.
Luckily, Luke Skywalker is there to keep her warm.
friends to lovers | porn with little plot | smut MNDI
oral (male recieving) | p in v | loss of virginity
no use of y/n | AFAB reader | third person pov
set between ANH & ESB
word count: 6400
masterlist | fic recs | ao3
a/n: this ask was sent to me literally almost a whole year ago and this has been sitting like a lead weight in my drafts and I just had to finally finish it. Anon, please accept my smut as an apology for my EXTREMELY late response, ily.
The Millenium Falcon was always cold.
Newer ships, even cargo haulers like the Falcon, were usually fitted with heating to compensate for how freezing space was. However, the Falcon wasn’t new. And sure, if she, Han and Chewie really wanted to, they could install some kind of heating because there was technically space for it. But then they wouldn’t have that space for the goods they were usually smuggling.
Although, as she lay awake in her small bunk in her just as small quarters, shivering despite her multiple blankets and jumpers, she wished that her fruitless complaining to Han to install heating, at least while they were temporarily working for the Rebellion, had actually worked. But, he swore up and down that it wouldn’t be worth it because they’d be right back to smuggling after this Rebel mission because it was their last one.
As if he hadn’t said that their last mission was their last one. Or the one before that.
She knew that a certain Leia Organa may have been the reason behind his sudden interest in being involved in any kind of political endeavour at all, and why he was suddenly dragging Chewie and herself through all different, new missions for seemingly not much reward, which was very unlike Han.
However, the young mechanic couldn’t complain. Especially when she got to spend so much time with another member of the Rebel Alliance that she had found herself getting close to.
She couldn’t help but feel almost relieved every time Han told her and Chewie that they’d be doing ‘one more’ job for the Rebellion. Especially this time around, when Leia had informed them that Luke Skywalker would be joining them for the next mission; a long trip to an outer-rim planet to collect some cargo for the most recent Rebel base on Hoth. The trip was going to be a week long and she’d had to bite back the excited grin that threatened to appear when she’d heard that Luke would be accompanying them.
She rolled out of the bed, taking one of the blankets with her and made her way toward her door, shivering even more when it opened and a gust of cold air from the hall hit her face. She shuffled over to the door across from her, knocking gently.
A groan sounded from the other side and she took it as her permission to slide it open.
“Chewie?” She called quietly into the dimly lit room, squinting her eyes to try and see better through the darkness.
“He’s flyin’ tonight.” A tired Han responded from the top bunk, voice muffled as though his face was smushed into his pillows.
“Blast.” She sighed in frustration.
It had become a bit of a habit for the young woman to curl up to the Wookie on particularly cold nights on the ship. In fact, there had been a few nights on some of the snow planets they’d done jobs on where Han had even crawled into Chewie’s bunk as well, leaving the Wookie to lay on his back with the two of them curled under each arm, heads laying on his chest.
Han, of course, would deny it if it was ever brought up the next morning, a ghost of a blush dusting his cheeks.
The younger woman stood in the doorway for a little longer, contemplating whether to retreat to her room again or not. When she opened her mouth to speak, Han spoke before she could.
“Not gonna happen, kid.” His voice was less muffled, making her think he’d at least lifted his head off the bed.
“But-“ She began, but was cut off again.
“Last time I let you up here ‘cause you were cold, you repaid me by shoving me off in your sleep.” He explained. She could hear the blankets shuffling as he moved to turn his back to her.
“You were tossing and turning, I did not push-“
“Well I don’t plan on falling 6 feet to the floor again either way, so you’re out of luck.” He exclaimed.
“Han!” She complained, only to be met with annoyed grumbling, ending with him asking her oh-so politely to close the door.
She groaned, rolling her eyes and closing the door behind her as she turned on her heel, standing in the hall lamely as she thought about what she wanted to do.
There had been a few nights where Chewie wasn’t available - or in Hans case, not willing to share their bunks, where she’d ended up sleeping on the floor of the engine compartment.
The mechanical parts and the electricity gave off heat when they were flying, and on cold nights, the compartment was a perfectly comfortable temperature. But it was loud. The hum of the ship was the worst down there, and while she may not be shivering from the cold, she would never get a good night's sleep.
She looked up from where she was standing and for a second, eyed off the door she knew Luke Skywalker was behind.
The idea of knocking on his door rattled around in her brain for a brief moment, but she ultimately shook it away with a sigh, knowing that as much as she would love to curl up into the blonde man's side, she was unwilling to risk the humiliation of possible rejection.
She rubbed her eyes, beginning to shuffle down the hall, toward the engine room when the door that she’d been eyeing off hissed open.
A blush graced her cheeks as a shivering Luke appeared in the doorway, blanket over his shoulders in the same fashion she had.
She smiled at his messy hair, clearly having been tossing and turning as much as she had been.
When he caught sight of her, he offered her a smile.
“I thought I heard voices.” He began, turning his body to face her, hands pulling the blanket tighter around him. “Are you as cold as I am?” He asked, clenching his teeth as a shiver ran up his spine.
She let out a soft laugh, relieved that she wasn’t the only one who was suffering, and began walking toward him, stopping in front of his door.
“I am freezing.” She laughed, “I usually curl up to Chewie, since he’s basically a walking furnace but he’s in the cockpit and Han just kicked me out so he’s not an option either.” She finished, eyes darting across Lukes freckled nose.
When she first met him, he’d been quite tan and his hair was a bit lighter, but now that the Rebels had set up on Hoth and Luke had been travelling in ships frequently, he’d lost the tan and instead, arose these beautiful freckles that dusted his cheeks. She’d found herself staring at them often, loving the way they moved with the articulation of his face when he spoke.
He gazed at her with his big blue eyes, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he wrapped the blanket around himself tighter.
His eyes had a gentleness to them that she hadn’t seen on a man in a very long time, maybe ever. There was a purity there. An innocence.
She’s pretty sure that’s what drew her to him. Ever since he’d stepped foot on the Falcon in his farming tunic and poncho with an excited glint in his eye, she’d been swooning. He was soft and genuine, sometimes even naive. Some may mistake those traits as immature and boyish, but she found them admirable.
Working as a smugglers mechanic often meant that she had to face their clientele, who were almost always asking for Han’s assistance for reasons that were anything but honorable. Be it power, or money or notoriety; it was rarely outside of self-interest.
So Luke Skywalker had been a breath of fresh air, with his selflessness and kindness. It had made her pine for him for the months they’d been working with the Rebellion.
The thought of curling up into him appeared in the forefront of her mind again. His arms wrapped around her, the feeling of his hands on her back. She nearly shivered at the idea, suddenly thankful that the cold temperature could disguise it.
“What’s your next option?” He questioned, a soft smile toying on his lips.
He leant against the doorway, looking awfully cozy in his blanket, sleep pants and socks as he reached up from the warmth of the blanket to gently rub at his eye with his fist.
“Would you mind having a cuddle buddy?” The words escaped her as soon as she thought them, so caught up in his freckled cheeks and messy hair that she hadn’t even considered the repercussions.
She felt embarrassment begin to slowly creep up her cheeks as she watched him process her words. His eyebrows furrowed at first, head tilting as if he hadn’t quite heard her until a look of understanding flooded him and she felt her embarrassment wash away when a soft blush appeared on his face and his eyes widened, looking like a deer in the headlights.
“U-uh,” he stammered, blinking hard. He cleared his throat with a soft shake of his head before continuing; “n-no, I wouldn’t mind.” He flushed, looking flustered and shy.
It was then that the ship jostled with movement, sending a cold rush of air through the metal hallway they stood in and she shivered, socked toes curling against the icy floor beneath her feet. She let out a gentle sigh, tightening the blanket around her as she moved her legs to try and warm her body up.
Noticing her reaction, Luke finally stood up straight, nodding his head toward his room.
“Come in here.” He beckoned, stepping aside to give her enough space to step inside his room.
It was her turn to fight away a blush upon hearing the tone of his voice. So gentle and calm and despite the innocence in his intentions, she found herself thrilled as she stepped into his quarters.
His room usually belonged to Han. Though, given that this mission was going to take longer than usual; Han had, with a lot of convincing, agreed to bunk with Chewie until the mission was over, giving Luke a room that had a single cot similar to hers. He had a few personal belongings strewn throughout the space. A book and notepad on the small table in the corner, a novel on the shelf in his cot, his Rebel jacket across the back of the chair and his shoes beside the door. She found a wave of domesticity flowed through her, feeling warm in her chest at the small insight of his living habits.
The room felt warmer when he closed the door behind her, the cold air of the sterile hallway no longer invaded the space they occupied, though the cold steel they stood on continued to burn her feet even through her socks, making her shiver as she turned to look at Luke, who was watching her observe his quarters.
He smiled softly at her as he shrugged the blanket off of his shoulders, revealing the plain white, long sleeved sleep shirt he was wearing. It was much more casual than his tunic from Tatooine or the uniform he wore on Hoth and she revelled in the privilege she felt at being able to witness it. She couldn’t help her wandering eyes, especially when he lifted his arms up to lay the blanket across his bed and revealed a bit of skin from under his shirt.
She averted her eyes as he began turning back to face her, a sudden realisation that perhaps sleeping in the same bed as the lead pilot of the Rebel fleet was not a good idea after all. Not when he looked like this.
See, being attracted to Luke Skywalker was one thing, but acting on it was another. This young man was technically her boss. Well, alongside Leia Organa, of course. And although Han had never much cared about dipping his pen in the company ink in previous endeavours or potentially even this one, she rarely found herself willing to do the same.
Being a smuggler's shiphand meant she was constantly on the move and constantly in danger and while the occasional fling or amorous affair had been offered, she often couldn’t bring herself to partake in them. Partially because the men she came across in her line of work were hardly worthy of such a gift, but also because, well… she needed connection. Romance. And that couldn’t really happen with the short amount of time they typically spent on their odd jobs.
And yet, as she looked up to see Luke’s red cheeks and nervous smile, she couldn’t fight the flutter in her stomach.
He was bashful and seemed to be unsure on how to proceed and despite finding it extremely endearing and sweet, she took pity on the shy young man and shook herself out of her brief stupor.
Taking a step forward, she dropped the blanket from her shoulders and mimicked his actions, lifting her arms up to shake the blanket over his bed and bending over to lay it flat, only for one of the end corners to end up awkwardly folded over itself.
Without much thought, she brought her knees on to his bed and leant forward to flatten the blanket down. She let out a gentle laugh, casting a look over her shoulder and opening her mouth to make a silly comment about how much she hated making up these beds but found the words dead in her throat when she found the blonde gazing blatantly at her backside.
She froze, suddenly hyper-aware of the way she was positioned.
She couldn’t blame him, really. The way she was propped up on her knees with her hands supporting her weight underneath her, where else was the poor guy meant to look? Anyone would’ve looked at it.
But the way his eyes widened as his gaze suddenly met hers and he realised he’d been caught staring gave him away, along with the blush that arose on his cheeks as he averted his gaze.
Delight overwhelmed her as she lowered herself down the slightest bit, suddenly coming to realise that her attraction to Luke Skywalker may not have been as one-sided as she’d initially thought. She felt a little bad, looking over at him to see him looking all embarrassed and shy, feeling as though he had made her uncomfortable with his gaze.
She felt hope build in her gut, alongside a ball of anxiety as she was unsure whether she was reading him correctly.
Though, his big eyes and pink cheeks made it terribly hard not to tease.
“Were you just checking me out?” The question comes out coy, a smile toying on her lips. On the surface, a means to poke fun at the young man but an underlying question. Are you as into me and I am to you?
His eyes snap back to hers, shaking his head.
“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“ He cut himself off when he saw her move her body toward him, taking a gentle seat on her feet as she gazed up at the man in front of her.
She watched the way he faltered as he looked down at her, seeming to come to the same realisation she had moments before that their current state and this current situation was so much more intimate than any other interaction they’d had. His eyes wander over her untied hair and comfortable clothing, lingering on her chest for a moment longer than they should have.
Seeing the redness on his cheeks and the way his tongue darted across his lips absentmindedly as he tore his eyes away from her is what drove her to make her decision.
Luke Skywalker was not just any man. He was not a bounty hunter or a part of the Hutts.
He was kind. Respectful. Irresistibly charming without even realising.
Maybe he deserved to be shown how good he was.
“I don’t mind.” She spoke, tone firm and reassuring. She looked up at him with soft eyes and an even softer smile, purposefully gentle to hopefully soothe his obvious nerves.
Her words bring his gaze back to hers, eyebrows furrowed in beautiful confusion. He looked so uncertain, as though he had just heard her speak a whole other language.
He shook his head,
“W-what?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper, arms hanging limp on either side of his body. He looked a little like a malfunctioning droid and the sight caused the corners of her mouth to tug further upward.
She shuffled herself toward the edge of the bed, bringing her feet down to the cold floor, the shock of the cool metal reminded her once again of the freezing temperature around them and a shiver ran up her spine. Though, this time it was less unwelcome. It brought a tingle of delight over her and she was pleased to feel a developing warmth at the apex of her thighs.
She watched his face carefully as she stepped slowly toward him, observing him for any signs of discomfort but could only find confused excitement swimming in his eyes. Although unsure and innocent, there was something about the way his chest began heaving and the way his pupils dilated that assured her that she was wasn’t misreading his wandering eyes. In fact, she’d decided that she was nearly certain that she was reading him perfectly clear.
He swallowed nervously as she approached him, coming to a stop toe-to-toe with him, faces close.
“I don’t mind if you look.” She reassured, looking at him through her lashes, bringing her hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, pushing past the nerves that had built up in her gut.
“I’ve been looking at you.” She admitted, eyes flickering to the floor in earnest, cheeks warming slightly as she forced her gaze back up to his, feigning confidence.
His breath faltered the smallest bit when the sentence left her lips and she watched as he blinked rapidly, lips parting and closing as he processed her words.
“What?” He repeated, voice thin and breaking mid-word like a pubescent boy.
She had to hold back the amused smile that threatened to spread across her lips at the sound. She couldn’t help but be sadistically pleased at bringing this man, the same grown age as her, to a nervous wreck with only a few words.
She nodded in confirmation, slowly bringing a hand up to clasp his without breaking eye contact. Her skin tingled as it touched his, cold fingers grazing cold fingers.
“Forgive me for coming on so strong,” the young woman began, looking down at their joined hands and running a thumb over his cold fingers. “You’re just so handsome.” She stated simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, unable to hide the smile on her face when she looked up to see him looking down at her in utter disbelief.
This is not where she thought she would be tonight. Fifteen minutes ago, she was shivering away in her bunk and now she was here, standing in the centre of Luke Skywalkers room, seducing him.
She was thankful to feel his fingers clasp around hers, a rush of reassurance flooding her as she gazed up into his stunned face, silence filling the room around them as his eyes flickered across her face before landing on her lips.
It was a split second, something she may not have even noticed if she wasn’t watching his so closely. But it gave her the confidence to finally ask;
“Can I kiss you, pretty boy?”
He was stunned silent, eyes sparkling with surprise as he swallowed nervously. He blinked once, twice before finally nodding his head yes.
She smiled softly at him, amused by his timid behaviour.
This was a young man who had stood in the face of fear and defied it. The man who saved the Princess from the depths of an Imperial ship. The man who blew up the Death Star. And yet here he stood, looking at her like she held the world in her eyes as she brought a hand up to gently caress his cheek.
He leant into her touch, gaze darting a triangle of her eyes and lips as she slowly leant in, guiding him closer with her hand as she did.
His eyes fluttered shut as her lips brushed his and she could almost feel the way he held his breath when her lips closed around his properly for the first time.
It was clumsy at first. Shy, even. His lips moved slow and unsure but with enough ferver for her to know that he wanted this.
The hand on his cheek guided him, slipping to the back of his head and threading through his hair gently. Her other hand lifted to rest flat against his chest, where she could feel his heart hammering wildly against his ribcage and the excited shiver that came over him when her fingers tugged softly at his locks.
His breath caught in his throat when it happened and she could hear the ghost of a groan that threatened to escape and it was then that she could no longer hold back.
She pulled his head closer to hers, letting out panted breaths between kisses as her hand trailed down his sternum and over his stomach. The muscles in his torso contracted and moved in response to her touch and his breath shook excitedly as it tailed down further.
Testing the waters, she lifted a hand under his shirt, bringing it up to the band of his sleep pants. She does it slowly but with intent, allowing him time to react and understand her movement and what she was implying.
He jumped when her fingertips grazed the skin under his belly button, hips retreating from her hand as though he’d been burned as he gasped quietly.
Her eyes widened and she went to move away, horrified. She opened her mouth, ready to apologise for pushing his boundaries but he spoke before she could;
“S-sorry, it’s just-“ He pulled back, red faced and wide eyed to look down at her shyly. ”Your hands are cold.”
She gazed at his blown pupils, heaving shoulders and kiss-bruised lips and smiles with relief, letting out a soft huff of a laugh.
“Sorry.” She mumbled before leaning forward again.
He met her half way, lips locking with hers with more confidence than he’d shown before. Though, judging by his fidgeting fingers and his quivering breath, she could sense that he was hesitating. Holding back. Maybe even unsure.
It was then that she became aware of the way his lips moved against hers; slightly tense and a little bit sloppy. The way his heart thrummed against his chest. The way his hands hadn’t moved from his sides despite hers wandering his body. And she finally realised.
Luke Skywalker was a virgin.
She pulled away again, looking into his eyes once again in search of confirmation of her theory. His eyes locked with hers with a furrow in his brow and a pout on his lips, seeming unsure as to why she had moved. He drew his bottom lip between his teeth in impatience.
“Have you ever done this before?” She asked abruptly, bringing her fingers to his stomach again, watching his face scrunch as he gasped at the feeling of her cold hand on his skin.
An emotion that she couldn’t quite place seemed to pass over his eyes for a brief moment as he blinked at the abrupt question. His face fell the slightest bit, into one of fearful resignation.
He paused for a short moment before finally wordlessly shaking his head.
She took a moment to process the new information, watching him intently as he tried to decipher what was going through her mind.
Taking someone’s virginity was not something she had anticipated doing tonight. In fact, taking someone’s virginity was not something she had anticipated doing, ever. And yet, as she stood and looked into his hopeful eyes, she was surprised to find that she had grown wet just from the thought of watching him experience a woman for the first time.
She toyed with the band of his boxers, enjoying the way he exhaled shakily as her fingers dipped below the hem.
“Do you want me to stop?” She asked in earnest, pausing her movement as she waited for his answer, the tips of her fingers hooked inside his pants, twitching with anticipation.
He shuddered at her words, eyes darting between hers as he gently shook his head silently but enthusiastically.
He exhaled as she began pulling down on the band of his pants and his cheeks flushed as her hands brushed past his pubic hair, finally pulling his boxers down enough for his cock to spring free.
She kept her eyes on his, unable to contain the smirk that spread across her face at the sight of his shocked face, completely unable to believe that this was really happening. Her smile only made him grow redder.
She finally looked down, pleasantly surprised to see how hard he was. She bit her lip at the sight of it, bringing a hand up to touch it delicately, gently wrapping her fingers around its girth.
He whimpered, drawing her attention back up to his eyes, only to see his eyebrows desperately drawn together, looking down at her hand that hadn’t even begun moving yet. His breath was shaky, chest heaving with each inhale.
Experimentally, she moved her arm, sliding her hand down his shaft only to bring it back up, pumping him slowly, revelling in the way his whole body reacted, shoulders curling inward as he shuddered. He let out a whine, breathless and involuntary as his hand shot out to her hip, grounding himself.
He opened his eyes to look into hers, watching her face through his eyelashes, looking beautifully pathetic with heavy breaths.
She picked up her pace and she bit her lip when he outright moaned, suddenly aware of the throbbing at the apex of her thighs, desperate to be touched.
She’d thought of him like this before, of course. In the dead of night alone in her bunk, imagining him in the hangars on Hoth in his pilot uniform. She’d nearly had a heart attack the first time she’d seen him working on his x-wing with his overalls tied around his waist. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt underneath, reaching up under the ship to screw something in, biceps on display. Slender fingers covered in grease. The image had burned itself into her brain since, following her to bed at night or to the refresher after work.
And now she was here, watching him gasp at her touch, listening to his sounds as he started fucking himself into her hand.
She let out a shaky breath and she pulled her hand away, suddenly desperate to hear more from him.
He looked confused, licking his lips as though he was preparing to speak.
“W-what-“ he was about to ask her something. Maybe what she was doing or why she had stopped. But before he could, she lowered herself to her knees in front of him, hands moving to pull his boxers down the rest of the way, leaving them to fall at his ankles.
She raised her hand to pump once again, looking up at his face as she positioned herself in front of his cock. She imagined she looked just as desperate as he did right now, silently begging him to suck his dick.
He said nothing, but lifted a hand to the side of her head, gently stroking her hair as he sighed at the movement of her hand. She leant into his touch, heart fluttering at the sweet gesture juxtaposing their current predicament, reminding her once again why Luke Skywalker deserved everything she was about to give him.
“You’re so good.” She praised, leaning forward to give his tip a teasing kiss, her hand continuing to work his shaft.
He shuddered at her words, pulling his lip between his teeth as she opened her mouth, allowing his cock to sit heavily on her tongue. A deep hum came from the back of his throat at the feeling, the hand on her temple moving to the back of her head for purchase. He however, dared not to tug or pull on her hair.
She enclosed her lips around him, looking up at his face as she took him into her mouth and watching the way his eyes rolled back.
“Oh, maker.” He mumbled to himself with shaky breath, shoulders twitching as she sucked, moving her head back only to bring it forward again.
The pace was slow. Nearly agonising, in fact. But she couldn’t help herself from teasing him. Not when he was throwing his head back and moaning the way he was. His fingers twitched in her hair, still surprisingly gentle despite the way his hips were beginning to move, desperate for more of her mouth.
She showed him some mercy, moving both of her hands up to grab at his. He seemed confused at first, almost ready to pull away for fear of having hurt her. But when she moved both hands to lay on either side of her head, he seemed to understand. She bobbed her head again, holding on to his hands as she did, encouraging him to move her however he wanted.
She hollowed her cheeks, moving her mouth over his shaft at a speed he began to set and she felt like the luckiest woman in the world when she looked up to see his eyes closed blissfully, mouth open and panting, sounds escaping his lips that she was sure he hadn’t even realised he was making.
The sight made her moan, the sound muffled by his cock. But the vibration of it made Luke gasp, and soon his hips began to move involuntarily. His eyes were closed and his grip on her head tightened as he thrust, seeming blissfully unaware of what he was doing, too caught up in the feeling of her mouth.
Seeing him so lost in the moment, so drunk off the feel of her mouth, had her moving her hips against nothing, frustrated at the lack of contact where she needed it most.
Desperate, she unwrapped her hand from his and lowered it to her underwear, now damp with her wetness.
She groaned and her movement on his cock paused for just a short moment as she circled her clit, revelling in the feeling of finally being touched.
The brief lack of movement brought Luke’s attention down, jaw still slack and eyes half unfocused. The sight of her eyes rolling back with her hand in her sleep pants had him moaning, needier and more high pitched, his movements becoming sloppy.
The realisation that he was close hit her like a tonne of bricks and in an instant, she removed her hand from herself and loosened herself from his grasp.
He whined at the loss of contact but let her pull away, eyes lidded and gasping. He watched her in dazed confusion as she rose to her feet.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t handle it anymore.” She spoke breathlessly, grabbing a hold of the front of his shirt and tugging him toward her, leading him toward his bed.
His eyes widened again as she repositioned them, turning their bodies and shoving him back so that he was sat upright on the edge of his bed.
She pulled away, standing in front of him as she ripped her shirt over her head, nipples pebbling as the cold air hit them.
She discarded her shirt to the floor and moved her hands to her sleep pants, watching him as he stared in awe at her body, still seemingly shocked at what was happening.
If she was honest, she was too. But her pent up desire for the man before her had her instructing him without even thinking;
“Take off your shirt.” She beckoned, voice soft but stern as she removed her pants, leaving her in nothing but her underwear.
Luke took a moment to register her words but the second he had realised what she said, he tugged his shirt over his shoulders with haste and discarded it, leaving him bare for her to see.
She sighed at the sight of his lean body as she stepped closer, kissing him gently as she removed her underwear, letting them fall at their feet.
The second her legs were free, she placed her knees on either side of his hips, perching herself gently on his lap, sighing against his mouth at the feeling of their bare skin connecting.
Luke’s hands moved before she could instruct him, wrapping his arms around her body to secure her in place, mumbling something under his breath that sounded an awful lot like ‘oh my god’.
She wasted no time bringing a hand down to him, watching his face as she did so, drunk on the sight of his pink cheeks and heaving chest.
“Do you want this?” She asked, hand stilling as she looked down at him, channeling every bit of her luciditity to ensure his willingness one last time.
“Please.” He begged, hands flattening across her back, roaming softly for the sake of feeling her.
She placed a gentle kiss on his lips before lifting herself on to her knees, positioning him at her entrance. He watched their pelvises, jaw slack as he watched himself disappear inside her.
He let out a strained groan, dropping his head on to her shoulder as she lowered herself fully into his lap once again. She sat motionless for a moment, adjusting to the size of him, savouring the feeling of him as he panted into her chest.
She lifted herself back up and then back down, letting out her own involuntary needy moan at the feeling, joining him as he groaned.
The thought struck her that perhaps they should be quiet, for Hans sake who was merely a few feet away. However, her mind was wiped clean when she felt Luke’s hand move to her hips, taking it upon himself to guide her down on to his cock, chasing the high that was stripped from him before.
A gasp escaped her at his sudden confidence and she moved with him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, threading her fingers through his hair.
She clung to him as she moved, loving the way his moans sounded right beside her ear, breathy and the tiniest bit whiny, mouth parted and lips grazing the skin of her shoulder. His hot breath was on her skin and his fingers dug into her plush hips, not tight enough to bruise but enough for her movements to be at his mercy if he wished.
A tightness began to form in her abdomen and she let out a moan as she felt it.
“Luke, I-“ she tried to warn, pulling away from his shoulder to look down at his face, but he was in bliss, jaw slack, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glazed as he looked up at her.
His usually neat hair was mused from her fingers and his cheeks were flushed and the sight made her thighs quiver as she let out another noise, higher pitched and desperate, eyes fluttering closed.
Luke groaned, dropping his head to her shoulder, hands moving to wrap around her waist, pulling her in tighter.
The new position is what puts her over the edge, back arching as she moaned. Her fingers tightened in his hair without thought, and she would’ve felt bad about it, truly, if he hadn’t let out a groan as she did, shoulders shuddering as he came right after her.
A long moment passed, where they said nothing as they relaxed against each other, panting into the quiet room as they come down from their highs. There was no sound except the ships monotonous hum and their heavy breathing.
It’s only then that she started to feel the cold again, though it was almost welcomed this time as she felt the cold air meet her hot skin.
She pulled back the slightest bit to look at the man in front of her, who still seemed to be in a blissful daze. But she smiled down at him and leaned in to give him another kiss on the lips. This time though, there’s no heat behind it. No sexual tension. Just an honest, loving kiss because she wanted to. And he reciprocated, lifting his hand to place it on the back of her head.
She pulled away only after the cold air began to bother her, lifting a hand to rub at her arm for warmth.
It was only then that it seemed Luke had become lucid again, blinking as he looked down at the goosebumps developing on her skin.
“U-um-“ He began, looking around at the room to find where their clothes had landed in their daze. “You should get under the blankets.” He stated, voice thin enough to need to clear his throat after speaking.
She nodded, lifting herself off of him and preparing to turn to look for her clothing, only to be pleasantly surprised to see Luke stand and lift the blanket of his cot up, silently encouraging her under without hesitation.
She smiled gratefully, muttering a soft ‘thank you’ as she slid under, taking an extra moment to take the blanket from his hand, holding it open for him to get under as well.
A blush remained on his cheeks as he lowered himself into the cot, deepening only when she closed the distance, scooting in so that she was tucked under his arm, head lowering to rest on his bare chest, a soft smile on her face.
He gazed down at her, a furrow in his brow that juxtaposed the satisfied smile that tugged at his lips. The sight of her, bare and under his blankets, curled up into his side made his head drop to his pillow with a disbelieving laugh.
“Han’s gonna be pissed.” He said, a toothy grin breaking across his face, giggling goofily.
Thinking about how Luke could cum just from eating you out. Like he’d be between your legs, sloppily sucking on your clit while grinding into the mattress, getting so worked up over just tasting you. He’d moan against you, gripping your thighs and looking up at you, wanting to know if he’s doing good, your moans only driving him further. His pants would be soaked with precum, his neglected cock painfully hard from being ignored for hours, but he wouldn’t care. He just wants to make you cum on his mouth one more time. Of course, that’s what he’s been saying for the past three orgasms.
You’ve had five orgasms, and your sixth is quickly approaching, and when he sticks his tongue inside your sopping cunt and finds that spongy spot that has you seeing stars, you moan and pull his hair, making him grind just a little bit too hard into the mattress, the sharp pain on his hair making him stiffen and whimper as he spills into his pants. And despite his sticky, softening cock and your sore overstimulated cunt, he still goes in for more, wanting to pull just one more orgasm out of you.
This man is so sexually repressed and has so much trauma regarding sex that he has no idea that he could even touch himself. He thinks it's inherently wrong and refuses to take care of himself. However he loves watching you masturbate. Loves to watch and hold your hand while you touch yourself to feel you and the motions you take. He will also let you take care of him, would even grind against you whenever he got a hard-on, and finds that's the best way to take care of himself.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):
Jason gets extremely cuddly and clingy. He refuses to let go of you and has to be touching you in some way or fashion. He also likes having you lay on top of him so he can feel you breathing and calming down. He tries to be helpful as much as he can be. Bringing you water and a snack, bundling you in soft blankets he has stolen for you, and then cuddling you until you fall asleep. Depending on how rough he was with you he doesn't let you move around much afterwards and hovers worriedly the entire time taking care of you until bruises fade and you stop limping.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):
He has inhuman stamina. Despite him finishing as soon as he's buried inside you he can continue for hours, never softening or growing tired, and will absolutely overstimulate you both until he is satisfied. Has definitely fucked you unconscious before multiple times.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):
He prefers giving, becoming absolutely pussydrunk on you, and falls on you like a starved animal. He doesn't have any skill to speak of and relies on reading your body language to pleasure you. He's sloppy and intense and leaves your eyes rolling and legs shaking.
If you go down on him he doesn't last long at all, but will always end up skullfucking you as he grows addicted to the feeling of your mouth on him.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):
He refuses to degrade you or (intentionally) hurt you. He's quite vanilla about sex so he takes everything very literal and doesn't have knowledge of kinks. He will also fret over the smallest bruise he leaves on you, even though during his frantic bouts of sex he will leave handshape bruises and manhandle you the entire time, but he becomes almost inconsolable once he realizes what he's done. Takes a lot of soothing words and gentle touches to calm him.
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