Sweet Escape
Gekko x afab!reader || 3.1k words
CW:: breeding :: yayy lots of creampies :: Gekko has absurd stamina :: dick piercing :: clothed sex :: has a bigger dick than he knows what to do with
A/n: Gekko is such a sweetie, I’m lowkey like mostly asleep rn lol
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Thunder.
Thunder and lightning crashed and lit up the sky outside, waking you from your sleep.
“Fuck,” You scrambled out of bed cursing at anyone above who was listening. Tearing open the curtains you revealed that sure enough it was pouring rain outside. The grass training lawn was flooded, spreading water and mud onto the sidewalks. It had to have been raining for quite a while.
You grabbed your phone off the side table, opening up to the weather app. This stormy weather was supposed to continue well into the night, and the day had barely started.
That ruins your plans.
Reluctantly you began throwing casual clothes on and headed to Gekko’s room. You know you promised but there was absolutely no way you were going skateboarding in this weather.
“Gek,” you knocked on his door. No response.
“Gek,” knock. “GekKO” KNOCK. “MATEO,” You were practically beating the door off its non-existent hinges.
You heard a groan and shifting sheets behind the door. He slid open the door clearly having just woken up.
“Oh!” You averted your eyes hastily, feeling your cheeks flush. “Gek, you’re missing some um…layers”
By layers you meant he was quite literally only in a pair of dark black boxers. He just shrugged leaning against the doorway.
“S’fine chica, what’s up?” His voice was low and full of sleep.
Your eyes trailed over his neck tattoos, moving further and further down- stop. You reprimanded yourself and cleared your throat.
“We are not skateboarding in this weather”
His eyebrows knit together in confusion before he looked back at his own window. Gekko turned back to you with a goofy smile.
“You don’t even want to try?”
“Gek we would drown. I’m talking we would need a whole ass boat to go out there,”
You covered your eyes with a gasp as he leaned over to grab a hoodie and a pair of shorts. You almost caught the sight of a full moon.
“Cmon,” he pushed past you, grabbing the hand covering your eyes and tugging you along. You noticed the skateboard in his hand. “We’re gonna sail the blue co captain,”
“Mateo wait!”
—
You squeezed water out of your hair, trembling as you pulled the soaked sweatshirt off your body.
“Well that didn’t work,”
“No it didn’t,” you grabbed his hand, yanking him back to his room. “Let’s go, I’m not sticking around to explain to Brimstone why we dragged half the Atlantic into the compound,”
Luckily no one else seemed to be awake to question why you were both soaked and you made it back to Gekko’s room without being spotted.
“Here,” Gekko tossed you one of his hoodies. You threw it on, taking off the wet clothes you had underneath. You were both making a collective pile of soaked clothes on the floor.
“Thanks Mateo, I’ll clean this after,” You clutched the fabric towards your face, it smelled like the vanilla cologne you had gotten him for the Christmas gift exchange.
He just hummed in response, peeling his own hoodie off, and rummaging around for another. You watched the muscles on his back flex as he reached into the closet. You looked away embarrassed, your activities were really starting to get to you. It’s not like you had planned to sleep with multiple people from the protocol. But you really wouldn’t complain if it kept happening.
You reigned in your thoughts, suddenly noticing his room was oddly quiet. “Hey where’s dizzy and the gang?”
“Hm?” Gekko turned around with another sweatshirt. “Oh,” he smiled sheepishly. “They’re with my mom,”
“So it’s just us?” You sat on the edge of his bed.
“Just us, which is great cause this?” Gekko held up a disc. “Is a movie they aren’t old enough to see, interested, chica?” You’d be called cruel if you refused a smile like the one he was giving you.
“Of course, I feel bad we couldn’t skate,” He put the movie on a tv set — he smuggled in here with the help of Yoru — and laid up against the headboard. You sat up next to him leaning your head on his shoulder. It turned out to be a spy movie, you weren’t surprised Gekko was into this. Although not your usual taste in films you found yourself surprisingly enjoying it.
Gekko shifted around next you. You jolted feeling him suddenly poke into your side. “Didn’t mean to hurt you,” he mumbled softly.
“No it’s okay, just tickled,” You felt him freeze beside you. “No… wait-“
It was too late, Gekko’s fingers dug into your sides making you shriek. You smacked them away quickly. The two of you begun scrambling around. You fought him off as best you could before finally he caught your hands holding them close to his chest. You both paused, softly panting.
The air in the room had changed, an unforeseen tension creeping in. You could have sworn you saw his eyes flicker to your lips.
Gekko cleared his throat, letting go of your hands. In your wrestling you had shifted to be sitting in front of him, back pressed against his chest. He didn't seem to mind you there so you snuggled back into Gekko feeling his arms wrap around you.
Over the course of the movie his hands wandered.
You thought you were imagining at first. But slowly his fingertips brushed down your sides, making you shiver, eventually making it to your thighs. They rested there, drawing random shapes and letters you couldn't piece together.
After what felt like ages — hesitantly — they brushed over your clothed clit making you jump. Gekko pulled back his hand sharply, but you caught it bringing his hand back down.
With burning cheeks you muttered. "It’s- it’s fine," You were now hyper aware of his movements, no longer able to focus on the movie in front of you.
Slowly his finger circled your clit applying just the right amount of pressure. He continued for what felt like eons, then he pulled his hand back slightly.
You tilted your head to look up at him. This time you really did see him glance at your lips. He leaned down, capturing them in a kiss; soft, gentle, and sweet. It was enough to make your heart flutter.
At the same time Gekko pushed aside the thin fabric of your bottoms pushing a finger inside you and then another. His fingers thrust roughly, pumping into you, his free hand moving up to grasp your chest. The multitude of new sensations were almost too much. The contradictions between the gentle kiss and rough touches from his hands made you dizzy.
You weren’t wearing anything under his hoodie, so he had no trouble teasing and twisting the still cold sensitive buds of your chest. You whined into the kiss, the lack of air making your head fuzzy. Gekko pulled back from the kiss letting you breathe, his forehead resting against yours.
“Mateo,” you whimpered, bucking your hips to try and take more of his fingers.
“Just like that, keep sayin my name,” soft but demanding, his voice caused butterflies in your stomach. Or maybe it was from the way his fingers stretched and curled against your spongey walls.
Somehow his fingers knew exactly how to take you apart, as if he had done this a million times before. When to curl, how fast to go, he knew exactly which buttons to push. You were holding onto his arm for support, feeling a low heat begin to build. Every brush of his skin against yours burned, leaving you aching for more. You never thought you could fall apart this quickly, but here you were squirming and on the edge of begging, all from just his fingers.
Gekko’s hand removed itself from your chest, two of his fingers finding their way into your mouth muffling any sounds you made. Sweet music just for his ears.
With ease he tilted your head to the side, leaning down his lips brushed against your neck. Gekko whispered sweet praise against your skin, his tongue tracing over a few spots before biting gently.
The marks you had received from Phoenix had only just faded and with the way Gekko sucked and nibbled, these would not disappear for a while. You panted around his fingers, clawing at his arm with your one hand as a warning. That heat that was building up felt like you were about to burst. Gekko had you perfectly teetering on the edge of your climax.
“Cmon baby, you can give me a bit more,” he mumbled, pulling away from a mark that was freshly darkening. “You’re so close, let go, be good and let go,”
With a particularly harsh nip and the curl of his fingers you could only do as he asked. Your back arched up into him, soaking both his fingers and your bottoms. Gekko pumped his fingers slowly a few more times before removing them from both your mouth and hole. You clenched around nothing, a bit disappointed by their removal.
After you caught your breath, you shifted down, turning to face him.
“Chica?”
“Not going anywhere, just helping you out,” you replied looking up at him.
Gekko’s cheeks were flushed, an obvious issue straining in his shorts. He almost seemed embarrassed. “You don’t have to-“
You were already tugging his shorts down along with his boxers. Just enough to pull him out comfortably, you had obviously riled him up quite a bit. A sliver of silver caught your eye.
“Gek, is this?,” you glanced at him.
“Pretty cool yeah?” He tilted his head giving you a boyish smile.
Out of everyone in the protocol, Gekko was not amongst your list of ‘could possibly have a dick piercing’.
“It’s pretty,” you responded, watching the tips of his ears turn pink. He wasn't expecting that.
Your thumb brushed over the sensitive tip making him twitch and let out a soft hiss. You could feel Gekko’s eyes on you as you let a string of salvia fall onto his dick. Slowly you pumped him, teasing the tip every so often.
Gekko’s hand moved to cover the one you had on his dick, making you squeeze a bit more. “You can-“
You didn’t let him finish his sentence, interrupting him by doing both as he implied and speeding up. His hand fell away from yours, head tilting back against the headboard. His eyes fluttered shut, with a soft groan. You leaned forward pressing a kiss against his neck, right against the cluster of shark tattoos.
“Just like that-“ his sentence trailed off into mutters of Spanish. Most were said too fast for you to catch but the ones you could were full of praise. His hips bucked up into your hand, trying to take more pleasure while you took your turn to leave marks on his throat.
You were now fully in this lap, one of gekko's hands rested on your hip gripping tightly for support.
"Oh f-fuck," he gasped feeling your hand speed up. The tip was leaking precum onto his hoodie you were wearing creating a wet patch. The slick noises that filled the room just made you desire grow stronger.
His eyes shot open, the brown almost completely hidden by dark pupils. You felt his thighs quiver below you and he twitch in your hand.
"W-wait" Gekko moaned breathlessly. "Wait- fuck- not yet," he squirmed in your grasp. He was close. God he didn't want this to be over, not yet.
Gekko's moans became higher, whining and whimpering. You couldn't take your eyes off him. Flushed cheeks, staring at you through dark lashes.
"Come on teo," it was your turn for praise. "You look so pretty like this," he truly did.
You leaned back to his throat, mouthing over it, brushing your thumb over the sensitive piercing. That was Gekko's breaking point. Cum splattered onto both of the hoodies. You gave another few low pumps before letting go. Gekko watched as you licked part of his release of your fingers.
"Scoot down," you said, moving off his lap.
Your command brought him back to reality, he looked at you confused. "Down?"
You gave a light tug to his dick drawing a groan. "Down because you're still hard, I can't ride you like this,"
He laughed, those beautiful eyes of his sparkling with amusement. "It won't fit,"
You paused. Won't fit? "Mateo I'm looking at you, it will fit,"
Gekko wiggled his fingers. "And these were just in you, you're tight,"
"Itll be fine," you insisted. You had taken Chamber and Phoenix, Gekko didn't seem that much larger.
He shrugged just grinning. "Okay," then he scooted down just enough.
Tugging off your bottoms you positioned yourself over him and began to slid down. Gekko captured your lips in a gentle kiss. Inch by inch he slid in making you whine softly into the kiss. Maybe he was a little bigger than you thought.
“Wait hold on Gek,” you gasped, pulling away, feeling ever so full. “I don’t think you can fit,” You may have underestimated his size just a bit.
You were met with a few soft kisses on your jaw in response. “Trust me, chica” he said gently. “Relax,” You could tell he was amused, he had warned you after all.
You let out a shaky breath, attempting to relax as best you could. The hands on your hips roughly pulled you down, causing you to cry out, digging your nails into his shoulders. With a slight pinch he was fully in you.
You could feel him throb inside you. Judging by the look on his face you could tell he was awfully smug about your admittance of him not fitting. Gekko forced your hips to rock against him, his dick just barely moving. The stretch of him was making you dizzy, you needed more than what he was giving.
“Mateo,” you grasped the back of his neck, bringing his head down to meet your forehead gently. “If you don’t stop teasing me, I will leave and go fuck me better than you,”
He gently grabbed your hand, removing it from his neck, pulling back with a mischievous look in his eyes. “I’d like to see you try, cutie”
Suddenly you were moving, your back hit the mattress, with Gekko looming over you. In one swift motion he had changed the position. He intertwined your hands with his, pinning them down by the sides of your head.
“I don’t think you could fuck yourself half as good as I can,” he whispered, his hips started off slow. His dick dragged against your walls as if to emphasize what he said before he sped up. His deep thrusts were keeping your hips pinned down against the bed. A small moan was punched from your lips every time his hips met yours.
"Chica I'll fuck you so good you won't walk for a week,"
And you believed him.
Every drag and pull of his dick stretching your walls agreed with his boastful statement. Fuck. You'd call him out for having an ego if you weren't feeling the truth of his sentence in your guts right now.
Suddenly Gekko sped up, thrusting impossibly faster. His hips met your with wet smack each time. He let go of your hands, pushing up the hoodie to grasp at your chest a bit.
Gekko leant down laying a few kisses before moving to hold your hips as he continued to piston into you. It wasn't long before he had finished, the warmth of his cum spreading through you. His finis triggered yours, a rush of hot pleasure shivering down your body. Sparks of pleasure snapping under your skin.
To your surprise even after he finished he kept going, fucking his cum deeper into you. Gekko pulled one of your legs over his shoulder, the new position allowed him to reach impossibly deeper than before.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel so good around me,”
He was insatiable. He chased release after release, pulling you into different positions. Now here he was flipping you over onto your stomach before pushing in again. The cold of his piercing catching just slightly on your sensitive walls.
Gekko placed a hand on your lower back, beginning to thrust. It was slow but deep, sending aftershocks of overstimulation down your body. You whined pitifully, feeling oh so full. Your body had melted into a puddle, every stimulation heightened tenfold.
Your begs for more and whimpers of please had long dissolved into whines of his name. There was nothing else on your mind except for his name and the way he felt.
You were heaven. So sweet you were addicting, and Gekko couldn't get enough. His hands roamed. Feeling every curve and soft dip, it was if he was committing everything to memory. The way you mewled his name had Gekko shivering.
There was no warning. Your final release was intense, overtaking your frame with immense quivers. Gekko groaned as you squeezed tightly around him.
He leaned over your back pressing sloppy kisses to your shoulder, before pulling your hips flush to his with a flurry of praise. Once more he came deep, slowing his thrusts down.
Gently he pulled out, watching the creamy mess he had left begin to drip out. You were sure he had stuffed your poor pussy past its limits. You weren’t even sure how many times he had finished. In some kind of way his stamina was impressive. You almost didn't want him to stop, wanting him to expel his energy.
“Fuck that’s hot chica, I’m sorry,” He grasped both your legs, keeping them close together and throwing them over his shoulder. You squirmed a bit feeling his dick reenter your sensitive hole. As if hearing your wish, he wasn't done just yet.
“Just one more, it’s just so hot,” he was rambling now. “-Just dripping out of you,” Your hazy mind couldn’t focus on what he was saying. You were sure by now your insides had been molded to the shape of his cock, thick and deep and pistoning into you with a feral need.
"Sorry chica, can't help myself,”
Somehow he managed to drag another quick orgasm out of you, with a sob of his name. That was all he needed. With a low groan he filled you once more with cum that scalded your insides.
This time he didn’t pull out right away. He leaned over your body peppering it with kisses and thank yous.
You would definitely be visiting Gekko in the night again. There was no doubt about it.
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