He's back home earlier than expected but didnt text or called you as to give you a surprise, its been a while since you two had a nice home-date.
Jonathon tentatively calls your name but its only greeted with silence.
"Honey?" Thats unusual, even if you were busy with something you would shout a "welcome home" from whatever room you are in. Not today it seems.
Maybe you were out running some errands? Seems unlike it, you always left a note just in case, or text him that you will be out. Maybe you /did/ text him but he didnt hear it? Jonathon is about to take his phone to call you when he hears some shuffling from your shared bedroom.
Oh, so you were home.
He makes his way to your room, the door is half open and there is light pouring from the crack between it. He is about to open it when he hears you:
"Johnny~"
His whole body freezes, hand over the handle.
"Mnhh- Johnny~"
He holds his breath, cheeks flushing.
Are you-
Are you doing what he thinks you are doing?
As to confirm his hypothesis, you let out a gasp followed by an unmistakable and rather breathless moan.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god" He chants, excited, panicked. He swallows, his throat suddenly very dry.
Carefully he leans forward, peaking through the crack of the door.
Except for the shirt -his shirt!- that you are wearing, you lay completely naked on the bed.
You have your legs spread open, two of your fingers rubbing lazy circles around your sex while you knead your breast with your hand.
He feels his face hot, blood running to his groin, easiest and fastest boner he has ever have. He's so hard that his pants are feeling uncomfortable tight already.
Not even on his wildest fantasies Jonathon thought he would be on this position, his mind is torn between the guilt and how horny he is feeling.
He should stop watching, he needs to stop but...How could he just walk away? You are the most delicious sight, you obviously have just started by the looks of it but you already are feeling so good, he can tell.
He pours one "im so sorry" after another as his hand quietly but surely grasps the bulge of his pants giving it a firm squeeze just at the same time /you/ give your tit a squeeze. You let out a moan as he bit his lip to not let out his own.
Unware of being watched, you hold your breath as you push two -oh god two already- inside your wet cunt, curling them oh so good that you gasp, mouth full open as you lift your hips just to have them deeper inside.
"Johnny-!" You call his name needely, imagining that the fingers pleasuring you are not yours but his. Long and thick fingers, that reach places your own cant. Oh God, you want him so bad. You could cum with his fingers alone. "Please-"
Jonathon sighs, taking his cock out and giving it a few pumps. What is what you want? You are calling his name so sweetly, if you only knew he was there, ready and eager to give you anything and everything you would ever need.
Your fingers go in and out of your pussy, making a delicious wet noise as you pinch your nipple, moaning at how good you are making yourself feel.
In the privacy of your mind, you imagine him over you, making you feel small but so safe, he is so much bigger than you, fuck.
You think of his hands all over your body, caressing you softly.
You want his hot mouth on your clit, sucking it as he fingers you, all while he watches you with those big brown eyes of his.
Oh, you would feel so damn good.
You want him to make you scream in pleasure, making you climax over and over again on his toungue.
"Please, Johnny-" You moan the rhytm of your fingers becoming faster, a familiar hot feeling pouring into your gut.
"What do you want baby" Jonathan whispers, a hand working on his cock as the other digs into the door frame. "Oh, just tell me what you want"
In your fantasy you can almost hear the same question, his voice low and hot that make you breathless.
There's an inch inside you, begging not- SCREAMING to be taken care of.
You bring the sleeve of his shirt to your nose, deeply breathing in the fading aroma of his cologne, submerging yourself even more into this little fantasy of yours as your fingers reach as far as they can.
Its good but not enough, you want more, you /need/ more.
"Fuck me Johnny!" You shout against your arm, nose filled with him. "Please fuck me!"
"Fuuuuuck-" He cant take it anymore.
The door of the bedroom flies open, startling you so much that you even sit straigh in the bed. A flash of color moves from the corner of your eye and before you can call his name, Jonathon is all over you, panting.
"Tell me" He says between kisses "What do you want? I will give you anything you want" You moan into the kiss, your head too foggy to think straight only to feel his hands, his erection rutting against your belly.
"Johnny?!" You manage to say after the initial shock "How long have you-"
He kiss you desperatly, his hands coming from your hips to you breast, fondle them, pinching your nipples.
You sigh, arms going around him, your fingers digging into the curls of his hair. "Please-" You cry into his ear. "Fuck me"
He lets out a shaky moan, his hand trembling as he aligns himself against your cunt before ramming it inside.
Barely letting you adjust as his size, he starts pounding you, thrusting so hard he pushes you up with each.
You scream in pleasure, digging your nails into the skin of his back.
"So-Ah! Tight!" Jonathon is breathless, focusing into filling you up. "You feel so good!" You feel one of his hand sliding between your thighs, two fingers rubbing your clit.
"Johnny-!" You cry.
You squirm at the touch, overstimulated.
The heat on your belly is reaching its limit, your body begging for realese.
You dont need to tell him, he can feel you are close because your pussy is tightening around his cock, your legs wrap around his waist holding him for dear life.
"Cum" He whimpers against your neck, the pace of his thrusts becoming more and more erratic, he is close too. "Oh God, cum!"
With a final push, you scream in pleasure, your body tensing and a moment later becoming undone. You call his name as you come until everything that comes from your lips are unintelligible sounds.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He curses, his ears picking the wet noises of your cunt as he pounds it, the little weak whimpers as you take his cock. "Im cumming! Im cumming!" His load comes hot and thick, even when your body is starting to feel limp, you still shiver at the feeling of being filled.
Jonathon grunts, holding you impossible close, his knuckles white.
He feels how you squirt into his cock, probably soaking the bed, it arouses him even more, his climax coming closer and closer.
Jonathon keeps thrusting, a little more slower this time, as he keeps cumming; Exahusted, his body collapses into yours, pinning you down.
You can feel yourself dozing off only opening your eyes when he speaks:
"Im sorry for peeping" He apologizes, nuzzling into your neck.
You chuckle, this dork you swear to god. You kiss the roof of his head, his messy hair tickling your nose. "Next time, just knock Johnny".
There's no doubt that your boyfriend, Jonathon Ohnn, is a really hard worker.
His work is extremely important and as such he puts the extra effort in anything he does; Its because of this that he is one of the top scientist at Alchemax.
The thing is, when Jonathon focuses on his work, everything else is a secondary task and it means /everything/.
You have to constantly remind him to eat because if you dont, this man can go without eating actual food for days and will try to survive out of energy bars and redbulls.
He has been so absorbed on his work that he sometimes will collapse from exahustion in top of all the papers he has been reviewing.
He also tends to ignore you.
You know its not on purpose but still kinda hurts.
When he gets into a new project, you feel lonely.
You are tired of waking up to and empty bed, eating dinner alone, watching the shows you were supposed to watch together, alone.
Between the loneliness there is also the concern for his well being; How many nights has he stayed up until the crack of dawn, working so much that his eyes are all red?
Has he eating? Drink water? Shower?
Its not only this hyperfocus period but the burnout you know its coming after.
So the next time he announces he will be working on yet, another of his projects, you take matter into your own hands.
This time, this man will relax, even if its the last thing you do.
When you get home, already late into the night, you find Jonathon hunching over some papers. His desk is already a mess: piles of open books and papers laying everywhere, tools scattered around.
You toss your bag and coat to the ground and make a bee-line to him, squeezing his shoulders as you give him a peck on the cheek trying not to disturb him too much.
"Hey" You quietly greet him, giving him another kiss on his temple.
He answers you with another "hey" his lips curving in a quick smile before going back to work.
"Did you eat lunch Johnny?" He nods as you tuck some stray hairs behind his ear, he barely reacts at your touch. "Water?" Nods again. Well at least, he did eat. You sigh "Im gonna go shower ok?"
"Ok, honey" He says without looking at you, writing something on a notebook.
Frustration builds inside you but no matter, this time he will take a break.
You hop in the shower, warm water cleaning the stress of the day away; The soap you choose today is his favourite scent: eucalyptus and lavander, you still remember the first time you used it, how he was all over you, his nose on the crook of your neck.
"You smell so good" You remember how his voice had soften and how his arms around you, holding you close.
You hope it has the same effect this time around.
You wrap yourself with a towel, barely drying yourself, you might want to be a little wet for what is about to come.
In front of the mirror you take a good look of yourself, inhaling deeply.
Honestly you feel a little excited, a familiar tingling forming on your belly.
"Ok, Go-Time"
.
It's about the third day he has been working on this project.
Or is it the fourth? Maybe a week? Jonathon doesnt really know, his perception of time kinda blurrs when he works.
What he does know if its that, if he doesnt finish these schematics tonight he is gonna lose it.
It shouldnt be this difficult.
He sighs in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose, rubbing the exhaustion out of his eyes.
Its only then when he notices its dark outside.
Oh wow, is it night already? Wait, yeah it is. He vaguely remembers your figure standing next to him, asking if he did eat that day.
He glances over his shoulder, have you got to bed already? Probably, it is quite late.
Guilt strikes him right in the middle.
You always take care of him when he dives on these kind of projects; He knows how difficult he may get, so focused he deliberately ends ignoring you.
But dont you misunderstood! He /is/ grateful for all the help you give him. He notices how you make home-food everyday so he doesnt have to eat junk, or how there's always a filled water bottle near him but far any papers or blueprints he might have around.
You are the most wonderful partner ever, he doesnt deserves you.
"Dinner" He thinks as he goes back at the papers he has been writing. "Dinner on a nice place, a fancy one. Flowers, maybe chocolates? Those black chocolates they like"
Jonathon's mind drifts between his work and plans to apologize properly to you, so focus that he doesnt hear the door of the bedroom opening or your footsteps approaching.
His body shudders in surprise as you put your hands on his shoulders, giving them a soft squeeze.
"Johnny?" You call him "You coming to bed?"
"Hmm? Oh, no. Im so sorry sweetie, I- still have some things to do here." He replies apologetic, crossing something on the margin of a paper and writing another. Honestly there's nothing more he wants that being on bed with you, your soft, warm body entangled with his. He misses you too. "You go without me, I will be there soon" I hope, he adds on his mind.
But instead of going, you put your arms around him, pressing your chest against his back. "Johnny" Your lips brush the shell of his ear and he holds his breath.
"Y-yes, Honey?" His hand trembles as he writes a sidenote.
"You been working so hard lately Hun"
"I- I have! Yes! Im, ehm, sorry about it. B-but! Im almost done! I swear!" He stutters. Its been a while since he had being embraced by you, you smell divine its distracting.
You whine into his ear and he swallows, his cock twitches. "You should take a break baby"
He coughs almost choking, he has stopped writing for a while now. "I-I-I cant, really. I need to- eh finish these"
Surely you would understand right?
"I been lonely Johnny" You whispers, pulling yourself from him and he quietly whines for the lost of contact. However you force him to turn around to face you and his eyes go wide. Oh God. You are only wearing a -rather short- towel, your wet hair framing your beautiful face. "I miss you"
"You have?" His eyes dart on every patch of exposed skin, from your legs to you shoulders, the way is only your arms what is keeping the towel on your body.
"Uh-huh" Your pretty lips accentuate each sound, they look so pretty and pink, he catches himself salivating. "Im tired of sleeping on a empty bed John" You close the distance between you, carefully climbing on him as Jonathon leans back, hands holding the arms of the chair.
"Fuck,fuck, fuck" His mind is speeding, math, formulas and what not already tossed on the back burner, he is already packing a tent on his pants and you havent even touch him.
"I know you are a very busy, bright man" Your voice is like silk, so soft, sending chills all over him "But even bright minds-" Your hands move slowly, removing the towel in a nice, fluid, movement, letting slide to the floor. /OH FUCK/ "Need breaks" You finish, pressing your wet body against his chest.
At this point Jonathon has forgot how to breath.
Every nerve on his body is on edge, his cock its so hard it hurts.
And when he thinks he cant take anything more, you sit on his lap.
You sit /right/ on his clothed dick and you let this sound, this exquisite sound as you slowly, so ruthlessly slow, grind on him.
"Ahhh- f-fuck-" He moans, breathless. His head thrown back, eyes closed, knuckles white as he digs his hands into the arms of the chair.
Is this real? Or did he actually pass out for all the overwork?
"Johnny" His name rolls out of your tongue in the sweetest voice, just like honey, cold hands cupping each side of his head, kindly forcing him to straighten. Out of habit, he leans into the palm of your hand, whimpering into it.
With your free hand, you fix his hair, fingers combing the stray hairs. "Johnny" This time he opens his eyes only to be meet with your naked body, your beautiful eyes staring into his. "Arent you tired baby?" Your hand caresses his cheek, fingers tracing a line until it meets his lips, giving them a small tap. Jonathon can only nod, he has forgotten what words are at the moment. "Dont you want to rest a little?" Your finger drag his lips -ah- side to side, your body pressing more and more into him as you rub his lap.
He nods again, weak sounds coming from his part lips.
"Use your words John"
"Y-yes, I want-oh, I want to-oh god, to relax" His voice cracks, already so weak.
You give him a little smile, leaning completely against him, your lips barely touching his. "Dont worry honey" You whisper, taking both his hands and placing them on your hips "Im going to take good care of you"
Even when Jonathon was waiting for the kiss to come, he still is taken aback as how sweetly you press your lips against his, before giving them a tempting lick. He moans loudly now, opening his mouth and letting your tongue in. He kiss you desperatly, with a hunger he didnt knew he had until now. Every sound you let out its turning him on, hips bucking up, frantic to be inside you.
Your hands find their way to his hair, sinking into his wild locks, pulling it until he cries out of pleasure.
When you break the kiss, he whines in discontent and you cannot help but to chuckle a little, he’s so cute.
You take his hands -at the moment busy grabbing your ass- and slowly drag them all over your body, his big brown eyes following, until they make their way to the edge of your breasts.
"Mmmh" Johnathon whimpers, his thumbs shyly brushing them. He looks at you, asking for permission and how could you say no, really? You giggle and nod, guiding his big hands until each one is holding you. You feel his hips buck again, cock surely twitching inside his tight pants. He kneads them softly, thumbs brushing your hard nipples taking a whine out of you, his hands feel so warm on your body.
"Oh- they are so pretty-Fuck! You are so pretty" Without a warning he pops one of your tits inside his hungry, hot mouth. You thrown your head back, heat already forming on your belly. He sucks on your nipple, while he plays with the other, occassionally mumbling a muffled "so pretty" and "taste so good", he works you so good that you forget for a moment that you are supposed to make /him/ feel good.
Clumsily -the chair creaks and bends very dangerously- you slide your hand to his pants, the tips of your fingers tracing the tent he is packing. When you do, he sucks harder on your nipple and you wail.
Trembling you look for the fly of his jeans, carefully opening them, hooking a pair of fingers on his underwear, sliding them down.
His cock springs free, hitting you in the back.
When you glance over, you see how it gleams, already covered on pre-cum, it twitches needely, the tip red.
Your mouth waters.
You lean back a little, a hand grabbing his hair, his mouth still sucking on you as you wrap your free one around his boner, squeezing it a little.
"Oh-fuck!" He cries, popping your nipple out of his mouth. You dont need to see it to know he has already leave a mark around it. He thrust weakly, moving his cock up and down your hand. "Your hand feels- ah! so good!"
You giggle, he already looks so whipped.
You pump his lenght, thumb rubbing the tip. Your hand slides nicely thanks to all the pre-cum he is oozing.
All the sounds he is letting out, turns you on, you can feel how wet you are, probably soaking Jonathon's lap.
"Please-!" He cries, his chest rising and falling at how quick his breathing is. "Baby, I- I cant! Please! Inside, I want to- ah! Be inside!" And to put emphasis on his need, he thrust his hips again
Honestly, you want him too, now.
"Anything you want Johnny" You say with a sly smile.
Rising your hips a little, you lead his tip to your soaked entrance, rubbing it, one, two times -"¡Honey, please!"- and let it in, slowly, insde you, little by little, until you take him whole.
The two of you moan, overstimulated and sensitive.
You stay still, adjusting yourself to his size, shaking. "You feel so-mnhh! Big!" He feels even bigger than before, already hitting your good spot.
"Can I move?" Jonathon asks, his arms around you, face buried on your chest, legs trembling. "Please, let me move"
He's just too cute when he begs. "Please Johnny" You voice its coated with lust, you want him to ruin you just as much as he wants you to do the same.
He doesnt even waits for you to finish, already pounding you so hard that it makes you scream, surely the neighbors can hear you but you dont give a single shit, let them hear how hard he fucks you.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou" He chants as he pounds into you, already so pussy-drunk. The wet slapping of his cock sound so obscene, blending with your moans and his whinning. "You are-fuck! so tight! Your pussy is- oh fuck, oh fuck! so good!" He moans against your skin, nibbling at whatever he can put his teeth into.
"Johnny! Oh God! Johnny!" Your voice cries desperate, the knot inside you, growing tighter and tigher. "Im-Im close!"
A gasp escapes from your mouth as Jonathon grabs you from your waist, pulling himself up from the -poor- chair carrying you with him.
He grunts at the sudden feeling of being so deep inside you, a hand swating papers and books and tools off the table.
For a moment you grow worried. "Johnny! Your notes! What are you-AH!" You are manhandle, your body resting against the now, empty table, papers, books, blueprints on the floor now. You are about to protest when he thrust into you, filling you up, making you scream. He feels so much bigger, so much deeper.
"Doesnt matter" He growls, big hands pushing your legs until they are up your ears. "It can all wait, right now, fuck, right now I need to fuck you, I need you so badly!" With renowed energy, he rams into you, taking the air out of your lungs, his balls slapping against your cunt. "So good! So good, ah- for me! Only for me, yes?"
You nod rapidly, bitting your lip. When you look at him, he's nothing but a mess, glassy eyes, lips trembling with a moan.
"Yes-" You pant, its so hard to talk right now. "Just for you, only for you Johnny!"
He grunts, letting your legs go, hands cupping your face as he dips for a rather, needy and sloppy kiss. You hold him, digging your nails into his back, your legs around his waist, bringing him impossibly closer.
He moan into the kiss, his pace becoming more erratic, barely taking his cock out.
He's close.
You bring your lips to his ear and shakely, whisper the magic words.
"Inside, cum inside"
"GNHH!-!" He grunts, jaw tensing. "Oh fuck! Oh Honey! Im cumming, fuck! Im cumming!" He cums between moans and curses, pumping load after load of hot and thick cum, his body on top of yours, your face tucked on the crook of his neck, his hand sinking into your hair. Fuck you smell so good, your pussy is milking him so deliciously good, oh fuck.
You stay like this for a moment, or maybe longer, you are not completely sure. Time flows different when you just get fucked into another plane of existence.
"Are you-ah- ok babe?" Jonathon ask, voice cracking.
You chuckle, kissing the side of his neck. "Perfectly Johnny"
"Ok, good! Im gonna, eh, pull out ok?" You nod giving him the get go. Slowly he gets up already missing your embrace. Your body trembles as he slides his cock out and the moment he does a thick trail of cum follows, spilling all the way down. "Oh. Wow. Thats, wow, a lot" He coughs awkwardly, his face feeling hot.
You glance at him from the table, his face red and eyes wide, surely staring at your sore cunt. When your body pumps out the excess of his cum and you whine, you see his lips move, muttering to himself a quiet: "holy shit".
A tiny smile cross your face. "Admiring your work, Doctor Ohnn?"
He clears his throat, clearly embarrased of being caught, like he didnt fuck your brains out just a couple of minutes ago. "I didnt- Its not like that!"
"Really?" You tease him, spreading your legs further.
He bites his lip, eyes darting between your smug face and your dripping pussy. There really is a lot. "M-Maybe I am" He says, defeated.
Your little devilish smile only grows wider. "I like it, Piccaso!" You say in an exagerated manner, twirling your hand.
Jonathon stares at you dumbfounded before wheezing. "Oh! You are the worst! That was terrible!"
"But you are laughing!"
"Cuz its so bad I cant help but laugh!"
You both stare at each other before bursting into laughter.
You are wipping the tears from your eyes when something catches your eyes.
"John?"
"Yeah?" He says, the remains of his laugh on his voice.
"Are you still hard?"
He abruptly stops, body going still.
You prop your torso up, looking down on him. Yep, there it stands, still as hard and angry red, covered on a still wet layer of cum -both his and yours-.
Its your turn to be astonished. You didnt know he was so- pent up.
"John-"
"Its ok!" He cuts you up, pushing his shirt down to cover himself. "I- I will take care of this myself, yes? Later, in the, ehm-In the bathroom. Right now, we should clean you up"
You frown.
Oh.
You dont think so.
Not happening, not today, nu-huh.
Carefully you get down of the table, your legs shaking.
You take a moment to compose yourself, straigthen your body as you lean into him.
"Sit on the chair John"
He blinks at you, confused but a little turn on. "Excuse me?"
Hands on his hips, you guide him towards the chair, pushing him little by little, until his ass is sitting.
"I told you didnt I?" You say, kissing the mole above his lips -the one you like so much- and trail down his neck, leaving little wet kisses as you go. "That I would take good care of you"
"You dont have to-" He mutters, eyes half-closed.
"I want to" You growl against the skin of his neck, sucking his adam's apple and he sobs. "Besides, I cant let you go like this. Can I?" You wrap your hand around his needy cock, it feels hot on your grasp. Jonathon let out a shaky moan, unconsciously bucking his hips. You smile against his neck. "Relax baby, let me make you feel good"
You kneel down, making yourself home in between his legs.
You feel his hot stare on you and sure enough when you look up to see him, his eyes are glued on you, a trembling hand covering his mouth, the other resting on the arm of the chair.
Oh, someone is eager.
Without breaking eye contact, you give his head a tentative lick. He squints his eyes, quietly whinning into his hand.
You smile, toungue tracing down from his head to the bottom of his lenght, licking the cum clean.
"Ooooh" He moans, he must be very senstive, you feel his cock twitching as you go up again, giving the head a little kiss before wrapping it with your lips, sucking just a little, moving your toungue along the slit. "Oh-fuuuuck"
You push his shaft slowly, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth. You are not used to have him, to feel him so big like this.
The tip is already hitting the back of your throat.
You feel drunk.
Drunk on his smell, on his flavour. Everything is a little too much but at the same time is not enough; You want him, need him, just as much as he does want you.
You can feel yourself getting aroused again, your pussy clenching, missing the shape of his cock.
Like this, you move your head slowly up and down, licking the rest of his cum along. It taste salty, it taste like him.
Jonathon's legs shake, groaning loudly. "Oh God-" The sounds he lets out are so- enticing. You love when he gets vocal, when he lets himself go and be drown on pleasure. You bob your head a little faster, tongue licking, tasting his pre-cum. He throws his head back, hand placed on your head, keeping you from pulling out. You dont mind, you want him to feel good, really good.
You hook your hands on the hem of his pants, tugging them down until they are in the floor, leaving him completely exposed.
Hands rest on his thights, slowly moving to his crotch where you grab his heavy balls, dragging your thumb by the edges. His whole body jolts up, hips bucking, burying his cock deeper inside your mouth, hot tears form in the corner of your eyes.
You let him fuck your face at his own rythm, your hands occupied with his balls, squeezing them, massaging them.
"Oh God- babe!"
Thats right, you think, let yourself go.
You feel his cock twitch, thrust becoming a little faster now.
"Babe-!" He calls you, breathless. "I think Im-"
Oh you can feel how close he is.
You suck harder, faster.
Jonathon shivers, his whole body at flame. You are sucking him so good, he loves to see your pretty lips around his cock, the feeling of your hands tugging and squeezing his already full balls.
God! He wants to cum so badly!
The moment you moan, your mouth so full of his dick that it comes all muffed, its the moment he loses it.
He cums screaming your name, fists full of your hair and hips thrusting hard.
In an instant, your mouth is overflowing his hot cum, its so much its choking you, forcing you to swallow to be able to breathe.
Your own orgasm hits you, its all way too much, so much that your vision goes blurry.
Its only when you feel his hands go limp on your head, that you pull out.
His cock keep twitching as it softens, a string of cum still coming out of the tip.
Your damn jaw feels numb. A small price to pay, you think, if he's able to relax.
"Johnny?" You say, putting your hands on his thights to help you stand up.
"I fucking love you" Its all he says when he meets your eyes. He looks like he just ran a marathon, sweaty and trying to catch his breath. You smile, taking a sit on his leg, moving his hair out of his face. "I love you so-so much"
"I love you too Johnny" You say back, giving a quick kiss. You glance at his work table, a mess within another mess. Papers and tools on the floor, piles of books discarded. You dont even want to see if any of the papers on the floor had been....stained. "Should we...Clean that?"
Bottom Miguel, Top Peter B. Power Bottom Fem!Reader.
Part 1. Part. 3
The thought of having Miguel laying on his back on the bed, hands tied above his head, legs spread. You are concurrently sitting on his face, reverse cowgirl style, slowly grinding against him, feeling how he whimpers against your wet cunt, eating you so sloppily, needely.
Right in front of you, Peter aligns the tip of his cock to Miguel’s eager hole; He tentatively pushes it, Miguel’s body twitching, hips jerking up desperately for any kind of touch.
“Not yet babe” Peter coos, his hand pushing the big man down. “Be patient” Miguel whines but the sounds comes muffled, thank to you.
You like to have him like this, all vulnerable and exposed, just for the two of you.
Peter sighs as he holds Miguel’s legs, pushing his dick inside, groaning at the tight,hot feeling.
You body shudders, the moan the man below you just let out sends shivers all over you.
“Fuck- He is tight” Peter bucks his hips a little, there is no rush, no other place he rather be. “How’s he treating you, love?”
Its your turn to sigh, grinding a little bit more harder, pace increasing. “Just heavenly, Petey”
He chuckles. “You look like you having a good time”
“Jealous, Peter?” You stretch your arm towards him, where he, almost out of habit, places his cheek into the palm of your hand.
“A little, cant wait to be inside you too”
Its your turn to laugh. “Lets finish Miggy first, love”.
Do you think since The Spot doesn't have a face anymore and the only "solid" parts of his body are the white parts, he tends to like rub the sides of his head against you?
Of course he can still use his hands in many, many ways but he misses being able to kiss you. He misses that kind of intimacy, the feeling of your soft lips against his, is not quite the same now.
So now he does this.
Bonks, his head gently against you, quietly asking for your attention, your affection.
And you do, you always do without hesitation. You accept his new way of "kissing".
"Hey" Bonk
You chuckle, kissing the solid white part of his face. "Hey"
You feel his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you close but not too close so you don't accidentally get into one of his lower holes.
Peter B. and you have decided that your mission, your priority, your whole sole purpose is to completely RUIN your boyfriend: Miguel O'hara.
Yeah, you two like to tease and joke around the big boss at working hours, gaining a scoff or a very angry red stare.
But at closed doors, those scoffs become whines and moans, and those red eyes soften, begging.
You two get very creative.
Its so much easier when the boss man is touch starved and will melt with the simplest of touches.
There have been ropes, many and very sturdy so to actually restrain him, for when in your words: he has been a brat to the youngsters.
You two take your sweet time punishing him, making him watch as Peter fucks you sweetly or to take it even further, fucking over your restrained and whining boyfriend.
Miguel becomes specially whiny when you do this; He is forced to watch, hear, smell how good you two are feeling at his expense, so close he can taste you both but oh so far at the same time.
"Please-!" He begs, squirming so much that the ropes dig further into his skin, there will be probably be red marks tomorrow, nothing his suit cant hide.
"Be good Miggy" Peter grunts as he deeps inside you making scream. "Dont you want to be a good boy for us?" Miguel cant see him smile but Peter can hear him whimper because yes, Miguel wants to be a good boy for you, he wants you to touch him and make a mess of him.
There have been other times however where you spoil him rotten.
You take your sweet time, to kiss, lick, suck and bite every inch of his body, taking notes of the places where he becomes louder or shudder in pleasure.
"Where does it feel good Miguel?" You ask him, he is a flushed mess, lips parted, not a thought behind his crimson eyes, specially when Peter has him on his mouth. "Are you feeling good baby?"
And he nods, too gone now to actually speak.
"You look like you want something, what is it honey?"
When he talks, his voice is feverish, charged with lust and need.
"You-You two" It takes all the air from his lungs just to say that as he is already panting.
Of course, you obligue, he has been such a good boy.
Not even a moment later, you have him over you, his rock-hard cock bury deep inside you; Its your turn to wail as he rip you open, scratching that itch only him he can.
His movements are desperate, needy.
Poor thing has been holding up a lot.
He is panting, whining, calling your name as he hold you tight, your nails digging into his back.
Peter takes a moment to appreaciate you, salivating as he pumps his own cock, ready to join you two.
"You two look soo good" He says, position himself against Miguel's ass winning a loud sound from the boss "Having fun without me, so mean".
You giggle between sighs, hands cupping Miguel's face. God, he is such a mess and this is just the appetizer!
"What do you say Miguelito? You want Petey to join us?"
He bites his lower lip, shit thats so hot! and nods shyly.
He gasps in surprise, perhaps pleasure, when Peter smacks his ass. "They asked you a question Miggy" He says in a fake angry tone that you would take seriously if he wasnt grinning so much. He leans against the bigger man, chest agains his back, the tip of his dick pressing lazily against his hole, teasing.
You can feel him becoming bigger inside you, his muscles tensing in anticipation.
"Do you want me-" He whispers against Miguel's ear "Or not?"
It takes nothing to break him, to make him beg and oh, he always does.
"Yes!" He practically screams. "Yes! Please Peter!"
"Yes? Yes what Miggy?" Its almost funny honestly, the change of dynamics. But Peter can help it, teasing Miguel is always rewarding. "What do you want from me?"
Miguel whines almost forgetting he is fucking you but you dont mind, you are enjoying yourself as much as your boys are.
"Your cock! Please fuck me!" At this point, pride has being kicked out of his body, he want to be satisfied, NOW.
Peter cant help but to chuckle, his boyfriend is so cute.
"Good boy" He says as he rams his dick inside, actually pushing Miguel forward and you with him. Peter's pace is unforgiving, thrusting hard and fast, barely giving Miguel time to adjust.
"Move big guy" You remind him, mind so screw he might forget where he is. Little by little his speed increases as well as his sounds, so dirty and delicious, so different from the grunts and the cold way he speaks.
It doesnt take much from there before he is crying: "Im cumming!"
You can feel your own orgasm building up, he is hitting every senstive and good spot, desperate thursting against you.
Cupping his head once more, you make him open his pretty red eyes, so foggy by his own lust and you sing the magic words that make him undone.
"Give it to me papi"
His eyes roll back into his head as he thrust for one last time, spilling his heavy load inside you.
You cry along him when your own climax crashes over you, wave after wave of unadulterated pleasure taking over you in what feel like ages.
Finally your body gives up, tired and sore, your chest rapidly raising up as you try to catch your breath.
"Fuuuck" In the foggyness of your mind, you hear Peter and the little moans Miguel is trying to hold because of course, he is still being fucked by him. His pace still as hard and unforgiving.
Miguel's whole body shivers, still so sensitive from his orgasm, he can barely keep his hips up, slowly lowering into the bed with you. Or at least he tries, because the moment he seems to go completely limp, Peter is right there, grabbing him by the hips, pushing him up and he even deeper than before.
You watch, front seat, as Miguel drops his upper body against yours, moaning and crying into your shoulder. You heard the muffled "too much!" and "too sensitive!" as you wrap your arms over him, dipping your face against his messy hair.
"Almost there baby" You coo, sly smile in your face. "Right Peter?"
Peter grunts in response, his hands holding Miguel's hips for dear life, chasing his own climax, mouth spilling sweet words as he isnt ramming Miguel into a new plane of existence with his cock.
Miguel calls for him, holding you closer, almost crushing you, when the new orgasm hits him, his cock twitching as a second load spills just into your stomach, feeling just as hot as the one dripping from your own sex.
Peter finally cries in pleasure as he finishs inside Miguel and you swear that he takes a long time before he stops.
When he takes his dick out, Miguel collapses on top of you taking all the air from your lungs in the process.
"Are you ok?" Peter aks, equally out of air. You can only give him a thumbs up, too tired to speak. Only when you assure him, you will live, he stops to appreciate his handwork.
There are vivid hand marks at each side of Miguel's hip, along with another one from when he spank him; His hole is twitching, pumping out the excess of cum and boy, there's a lot!
He imagines you are the same, tho your body is concurrently being hidden by the other massive man.
You dont bother on asking Miguel if he is alright. The quiet snores and the soft rising of his chest gives you all the answers you need.
"He felt asleep huh?" Its not a question but a confirmation. As the last man standing, Peter brings water bottles, one for you when you can get out of Miguel's embrace and the other for the man himself, when he wakes up. He sits beside you in the big bed, resting for a moment before he goes out for some wet cloth to wipe you guys.
Yes, you can say that your mission, your propouse has been fulfilled.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Destiny (Video Games)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Ghost (Destiny), Female Guardian (Destiny), Guardian OC
Additional Tags: lots of headcanons and theories of my own
Summary:
Xaaldreen took another look at the Antique coin they were holding. It wasn’t bigger than the palm of their hand, it had a beautifully design, the shimmer of the gold starting to fade away; They could see their own, small, reflection on the greenish stone the coin had in its center. The hunter had a small pouch, almost filled with these, and they refused to spend them. From time to time they would pick any coin, and trace the overcomplicated but yet simple design with their finger.
Their fireteam however, did not share the same enjoyment from examine the coins as them. Every other day, they will count the coins each of them had and proceeded to go pay a visit to the Agent of the Nine. The first times, they would invite them over, claiming that the seller had some exotic weaponary or even armor they would like. But Xaaldren always refused. After that, they stopped. The hunter was glad their teammates could find something they like with the seller, but they didn’t need such things. They were ok with their set of armor, with their old cloak. Their weapons had never fail them. They found more joy when the sun reflected its light into the strange coin. It make them smile.
As it was expect that day, their team went off without them to see the one who they called Xur. Xaaldren wait for them back at the plaza in the Tower, leaning into the rail watching other guardians ships coming back home.
“Why don’t you spend your coins Xaal?” Nephrite, their Ghost, suddenly asked, making herself comfortable in the inside of their hood. “Don’t you want a new cloak? Maybe a new gun! I know you deserve it more than any of these guardians”
Xaaldren remained in silence for a few seconds. “I like the coins better” They simply reply. “They are pretty”
Nephrite sigh. Her guardian was indeed a weird one. Not as weird as that ONE guardian that just straight went to fight the Hive the first days they were rezzed, and then slayed Crota, and then Oryx, and then...Nevermind. Xaaldren was- different from the other guardians, but she love them regardless. They were HER guardian after all. “Seems like your buddies are going to be busy”
Xaaldren nodded. “Lunch?”
“Steamed buns?” Her guardian’s eyes light up, nodding more enthusiastically, making Nephrite laugh. “Ok let’s go!”
On their way out, the Hunter noticed the pillars at the base of the stairs. There was small patches of soil, as if someone wanted to put some kind of plant but, ultimately, forgot about it. They seem so gray and bare.
“Xaaldren? Something wrong?”
The Hunter shook their head.
. . .
At the market, while eating one bun while holding the bag with the other, Xaaldren took a small stroll. Many guardians were standing on the food stalls, eating and talking to each other. Some of them seem tired, with blackish eye bags under his equally tired eyes, other had smiles on their faces, laughing as hard as they could. It was all a mix of sounds and smells. The Hunter, certainly, liked this better than the quiet Tower. They were having a second bite when a small stall took their attention. They step closer, the seller, an old man give him a welcoming smile. On his table, were many trinkets, probably from the golden age. But that wasn’t what make them approach.
It was the small potted flower. It was a long green cord, covered with small purple flowers, from its base to the very tip. They could see how other sprout were making its way from the dirt.
“Lavander” the seller said, making Xaaldren look away from the plant. “From outside the city, far away from here. It took me a few tries to bloom this beauty, but it was worth it. Don’t you think?” Xaaldren nodded. “Not many guardians stop by. Do you like it hunter?”
“Yes, I do” Xaaldren replied.
The old man gave them a smile. “Tell you what hunter, I have a few other seeds along this pretty girl ones, and a book about gardening. I can sell them to you”
The hunter did never took their glimmer faster than in that moment.
. . .
He read and re-read the book, day after day. It was not until they could probably recite the entire thing that they decided to plant their first seed. The small envelope read “fern”. They knew what a fern was, they had seen it on patrols, growing as if their world wasn’t plagued with enemies. Every day after that, the Hunter would check into the pot they planted the seed. They would check the temperature, the dirt, water it, and change the pot into a place with more sun or more shadow. After a few days, tiny green leaves appear. Xaaldren was happy.
After the fern grew a bit more, Xaaldren decided it was better for it to be on a bigger pot. And they knew a perfect place.
Guardians and Vanguard alike, watched in silence as the awoken hunter dug a hole into the pillars planters, placing a green fern on it, covering up again and then leave. Nobody question them, non-tried to stop them. And didn’t question as every other month, they would come back, this time with a different plant or flower, and put those in a different pillar, until just one was left empty.
. . .
Xaaldren had bought a special pot for the lavender. It a simple, clay pot that someone in the past had painted purple and gold waves into it, make it prettier yet still simple. They anxiously placed the seeds on the dirt, then they waited.
And just as the other times, Xaaldren placed the full grown lavender into the last empty pillar. The purple flowers drop into the stone, making itself home. It wasn’t until they fireteam came back from their shopping day that the hunter noticed the strange symbol on the same pillar. They could only read “IX”
. . .
Lavender is easy to take care. But Xaaldren liked to make sure all their plants were ok, early in the morning they would step in the plaza, gardening tools in a bag to check every single one of them. Usually the plaza at those hours were almost empty, with only a few guardians and of course the vanguard, around. However, when Xaaldren came for the daily check, a person was standing in front of the lavender pillar. Just…Observing. It was like this strange person –dressed head to toes in black, carrying a big backpack on their back- could feel their presence as they turn around to see them. Xaaldren step back. This person face, well this person lacked a face. It was all dark in the place where eyes, nose, mouth should be. If the hunter look at them still, they could see movement, as if there was something there, like tentacles. They could only see their eyes, yellow and shiny like a cats.
“Don’t fear Guardian” They said. “Im only, admiring this before my duty”
“Your duty?” Xaaldren ask, walking closer to this individual, putting their gardening back in the floor near the pillar.
“Im Xur, agent of the Nine” He introduced himself. “I sell guardians like you, very value engrams.” Xur explained as he watched the hunter take out what it looked like a strange thermometer. “I had seen many guardians, but I don’t recall seeing you”
Xaaldren placed the thermometer into the soil, then faced Xur, they were almost the same height. “Im Xaaldren Xuruhn” they said sticking their hand toward the Agent. “It’s a pleasure to meet you”
Xur stared at the hunters hand then the guardian themselves. Nobody had ever introduced to him in such polite manner. Unsure he squeezed the hunter’s hand. After the introductions he, then again, looked back at the flowers. “Such a pretty flower” he said carefully touching one of the sprouts. “The color of the Nine too”
“You put that strange symbol in the pillar?” Xaaldren asked as they water the other plants, the lavender was just fine.
“That I do” Xur reply “For guardians to known when Im here” The Agent stared at the other plants. They were healthy, colorful. “I assume you take care of them” The hunter nodded. “A noble job you are doing”
Xaaldren put away their tools, hanging the bag around their shoulder. “You like them?”
Xur wasn’t sure. After all his will didn’t belong to him no more but at the Nine. Could he say he liked the flowers? Or it was the Nine who did? Strange thing to have in mind. Like something so vain yet so beautiful. The Nine wouldn’t appreciate this. “I do”
. . .
When the lavender fade away, Xaaldren would stop by the old man’s stall, to buy more. Sometimes more lavender, others bright orange poppies or pure white chrysanthemum. When the seller didn’t have any more seeds, Xaaldren would pick some wild ones when they were out in a patrol. The Towers planters were never empty. Some other guardians even started to take care of them when the hunter couldn’t.
Everything stayed the same, except for one thing.
Guardians didn’t noticed at first, and if they do, they never really pointed at it. It was mention in passing conversations or lunch breaks. But that was it.
The days when Xur was in the Tower, the pillar he would mark down, will always have lavender. There could be another flower in the same planter, but the purple flowers didn’t missed a day. Some guardians swear that the Agent of the Nine would be there, beside the flowers before going to his usual spot in the Tower. He didn’t have a face, but they swear on their graves he seem to be enjoying himself.
