Kinktober day 22 - sex pollen & orgasm delay/denial
MINORS DNI!!!! Day 22 of Kinktober is: sex pollen & orgasm delay/denial - Engineer x amab reader
Hello :3 Finally trying to continue my kinktober from last year ^_^
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Kinktober masterlist is here
Wordcount: 900+
Tags/warnings: Sex pollen, handjobs, blowjobs, light orgasm delay/denial
Honestly, the two of you going on a walk alone might have been a slight mistake. You both wanted some time to yourselves, and room away from the crew, so going to a clearing not far from the main camp to just relax on a picnic blanket had seemed like a great idea.
After all, the area had been explored and the plants and growths had been examined and deemed safe.
Or rather, most of them.
Most.
Because the small purple flower that had been hidden beneath some green leaves next to where you were relaxing had not been noted, as its effect would certainly have been noticed.
Ah yes, the effects.
The yellow pollen or dust or whatever it had spewed out when disturbed by Mark and you play wrestling had covered you both, and in less than a minute you were rock hard, and not many seconds after that you had your hand down the front of Mark's space suit, and he had his down the front of yours. You are pressed as close as you can physically go, but still trying to get even closer.
Your suits are barely unzipped, and you still have your helmet on, but you don't care. All you care about is the warm weight of Mark's cock in your hand, how leaky and perfect it feels, how he rocks against your hand as best as he can, all his energy not going into moving his own hand over your cock being sent to moving his hips, and letting out the little choked off whines that you think will be burned into your mind forever.
Not that you haven't heard something like this before, but these moans got an edge of desperation that you haven't heard before, and you fucking love it.
Mark's hand on your cock makes for a divine heat to fuck into, your own cock leaking so much making the glide easy. You're fogging up the inside of your helmet and Mark is gripping the front of your clothes so hard you think they might rip, but you don't care.
All you care about is making Mark cum, you want to feel him coat your hand even more. You take deep gulps of air, mustering up the brain energy to get the words out in betweeen your own moans and gasps.
"Mark, fuck, come on, wanna feel you cum baby, come on, come on, come on!" Your hand not on his cock grips one asscheek an pushes him into you as you speak, and you don't know if it's the action or the words that does it, but Mark spills all over your hand, whimpering both your title and name in between moans, gasps, and shakes.
You let go of his ass to get your helmet off, fumbling a little with one hand and not wanting to look away from Mark for too long, but you manage, taking a deep breath of fresh and sweet smelling air.
"Yes, yes, yes, there you go baby, fuck, fuck." It's the most words you have spoken in the last week, and you are sure Mark in any other circumstance would have commented on it, though he doesn't seem to have noticed as he has set his mind on taking at least some of your clothes off. You take your hand out of his suit so he can push the top half of yours off, and then drag it down enough that he can get his mouth on your cock.
You had planned to lick what was left of his cum on your hand when your arm got out of your sleeve, but instead both of your hands flies to tug on Mark's hair as he takes your cock straight down in one go.
"Mark!" His mouth is warm and fucking tight around your cock, the perfect amount of pressure you know Mark knows you love. His orgasm hasn't slowed his energy down the slightest as he works his mouth over your cock, making the most lewd and wet sounds you have heard in a while. One hand plays with your balls, while the other rests on your hip, seemingly trying to hold you back or something, but it doesn't really work as you buck yourself into his mouth.
The moans you get back aren't a protest, and the vibrations around your cock feels like heaven, so you keep doing it.
You see Mark start to grind his hips down against the blanket below you, in seconds you have the heel of your foot digging into a spot on his back.
"Fuck, none of that baby, you only get to cum for me, I'm the only one that should make you cum, you don't do that yourself, that's my privilege." Mark groans, taking his mouth of your cock to speak.
"Fucking hell." His voice is a little rough as he blinks up at you, and you love hearing him like that.
"Yeah." A second later his mouth is back on your cock, his hips still once more as he works you over, truly putting his soul into getting you off with his mouth.
It doesn't take long for you to spill into his mouth, gripping his hair tight as you spill over his tongue. He moans as you do so, gripping your thighs as he drinks down every drop of you.
But he doesn't stop there, he keeps sucking and you find yourself growing hard again. You could probably come rather quickly a second time in his mouth, but that's not what you want, so you pull Mark off so you can tackle him and grind down on him, determined to make him cum a second time, this time untouched.
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When you come back two hours later, it's to wolf whistles and one hell of a report you are really not looking forward to writing.
Day 21 of Kinktober is: breeding - Engineer Mark x amab reader. Heh, some amab captain and their lovely engineer :3
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Wordcount: 1.3k+
Tags/warnings: breeding, Mark gets called breeder
As you sink fully inside of Mark with his legs wound around your waist, you pepper kisses all over his face, making him laugh when you nuzzle that sensitive spot behind your ear.
It’s one of the best sounds you know, barely behind the way he moans as you grind into him, his laughter cutting off. It makes heat pool in your stomach and your cock leaks, making you groan in response.
“Captain....” He whines, and oh, just another noise on the list of what you love hearing from him.
“What do you want, baby?” You speak against his skin, teeth nipping here and there followed by your tongue.
Mark goes quiet then, which is unusual for him. It’s unusual enough that you move so your weight is on your palms, looking down at Mark. Your worry is soothed as you see the blush spreading over his face and chest.
Oh.
Adorable.
You huff, a little bemused sound, and cup his cheek, stroking a thumb over it.
“Come on, I can’t read your mind Mark, no matter how much you believe in my abilities.” He opens his mouth a few times before he can get any words out.
“I want you to fuck me.” You raise a brow, giving a pointed look down to where your cock rests inside of him. “I mean I want you to fuck me, deep.”
“Babe, my cock is literally buried in your ass, ho-” You’re interrupted by Mark as he yanks you down for a messy kiss. You let out a surprised noise, startled by the suddenness of it, but you let Mark keep up the kiss.
He is the one who breaks it, panting against your mouth and clenching around you, making you rock your hips forward on instinct.
“I want you to breed me.” Mark’s voice is a whisper, but pressed this close there is no way for you not to hear it.
Hearing it sends any blood you might have had left in your head straight south. You’re sure Mark can fucking feel your cock twitch and leak inside of him, if the quiet little groan he lets out is any indication.
“Fuck, my baby wants to be bred, hm?” He nods vigorously, and you can’t help but grin as you kiss him deeply. Pressing your lips together as you grab at his thighs, kneading the firm muscles there.
“Want to be stuffed and bred? Want to be filled with my cum until you feel like you might burst?” You grind against him, not pulling out an inch, but letting Mark feel how perfect you fill him up already.
“Want to be a good little breeder and take all of me?” This time you pull out some, but only to thrust forward once, the slap it makes sounding like music to your ears.
“Please!” Mark cries out, pulling on your shoulders, what little amount of nails he has digging into the skin, surely to leave behind marks you can admire later.
“Don’t worry, you will get that, but I think you need some, rearranging, don’t you?” Before Mark can question you, you pull back, using your hold on his thighs to push them upwards.
You hook your arms underneath his knees, pushing them down as you lean forward. This leaves his feet sticking up into the air, his hands still on your shoulder. His mouth hangs open as you kiss his cheek, a whine escaping from his throat.
“There we go, a mating press for my perfect breeder.” Your cock has stayed inside of him during all this, but now you pull your hips back so some of it leaves Mark. But only for a brief moment, before you slide it back in, slowly. The two of you groan in tandem.
“Captain, please!”
“So impatient.” You tease, but you slide back out and then in, setting a slow pace to begin with. Mark moans loudly, a hand in your hair moving you to kiss him. You go along with it, your tongue licking over his bottom lip in seconds, and in the same short amount of time he opens your mouth for you.
Invading his mouth and his ass at the same time is making your head spin, and you can’t help as you speed up. The kissing is uncoordinated and messy, and so is your thrusts, but you don’t care. Neither does Mark, his noises very much muffled by your kisses, but you catch a few here and there that sounds like heaven.
What is muffled however, is the slick noise of you fucking into Mark, the lube and the pre-cum leaking from your cock making the slide in and out of him so easy.
Every so often he squeezes around you, making you lose your what little rhythm you have for a moment.
Eventually you break the kiss and shift so you can get your mouth on Mark’s shoulder, sucking and biting on what skin you can reach as your hips pumps in and out of him.
No longer muffled by your lips on his, the sounds Mark lets out is far from muffled. If anything he seems to become louder and louder with every passing second. (Making you very happy your cabin is soundproof.)
Not only does he sound good, he feels so perfect as you fuck him, taking you so well. He’s pressed in half, his ass at such a perfect angle for you to fuck into, and the fact that he asked you to fucking breed him makes heat build up in your whole body.
“You’re so perfect, my perfect little breeder. Mine to fill and breed.” Mark’s hand tugs on your hair again, clearly wanting you to kiss him again, but you’re too occupied with making a hickey on the side of his neck. You hear a barely there whine, and then feel a hand sneak down between your bodies and push lightly at your chest.
For a moment you’re confused, but you move backwards slightly, but not by much and you don’t stop fucking him. Any confusion is cleared up as you feel quick and familiar up and down movements start between you. You smirk against Mark’s neck, and he whines again.
“Going to make yourself cum and my cock, are you baby?” A breathless hum is all the response you get, and it only makes you feel hotter. Pleasure zips up your spine, the sound and feel of him pushing you closer and closer to orgasm.
“Good, be a good little breeder for me baby, and cum on my cock as I fill you up.” You keep your voice low, though it’s not the steadiest with how you’re fucking into Mark and with how close you are yourself.
Mark hardly seems to notice or mind though, as seconds later he cums with a cry of your name. He can’t really arch his back pressed down as he is, but it certainly feels like is trying to.
Hearing him cum, feeling him twitch, and the way he fucking becomes so tight around your cock sends you over the edge too. You hear Mark gasp as you bury yourself all the way to the hilt, stilling inside of him as you cum, making sure every drop gets inside of him as you moan against his neck.
For a few moments, all that can be heard inside your cabin is the two of you panting, catching your breath.
Shifting, you kiss Mark’s cheek, moving so his legs can get back down on the bed. You gently massage his thighs as he stretches, taking in how good he looks with his stomach covered in his cum with yours leaking slowly out of him.
Not even thinking about it, you push a finger inside of him, pushing some of the escaping cum back into him.
“A good breeder keeps what he is given.” You tease, and it reignites the blush that decorated Mark’s face so beautifully earlier.
