Lunch
Hardcase x F!Reader
Word count: 1477
Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, oral sex (reader receiving), sexual athleticism, PiV, unprotected sex
A/N: established relationship. I headcanon that Hardcase finds grounding with his partner, so he can become less intense sometimes when he’s with them and I definitely used that idea here. And like all the clones, Hardcase is really strong so I wanted to showcase that. Also, I know I said I would describe feelings more than body parts in my writing, but Hardcase is so physical this one got out of hand. If you’d like this or something similar rewritten for an Amab!reader, send me a message and let me know what you’re thinking.
You got lunch with Hardcase at least once a week. It was how you met and it was how you started dating. Now it was just part of your relationship. Usually you met somewhere, but lately he wanted to have lunch at your apartment and today was no different. He showed up balancing drinks and multiple bags of food. He had trouble deciding what to eat. Again. And it made you smile.
“Trouble choosing,” you asked as you kissed his cheek and let him in.
“Initially, yes,” he replied. He put the food on the table. “And then no.”
“So then why all the food if you decided?”
“Oh I still don’t know what food I want,” he said as he grinned at you and threw his shirt off, “but I know what I want for lunch.”
You threw your shirt off just as fast and replied, “Food can wait,” as you flung your arms around him.
You pulled at each others’ pants, tugging his and his boxer briefs down in one movement. He shuffled around to get them off his ankles and got annoyed when he realized they were stuck around his boots too. You giggled watching him reach down to take off his boots and made sure you were topless just in time for your breasts to greet him as he stood back up.
“Hello!” His eyes got big and his smile bigger.
You feigned annoyance. “Hardcase, my eyes are up here.”
“And such beautiful eyes they are,” he said, kissing your lips hungrily while pulling off your pants. The flurry of movement briefly stopped when he looked down at your underwear and said, “Aww, I love these. Such a fun color,” before helping you out of them. You playfully laughed and he apologized for getting distracted.
“It’s okay,” you said. “I love that you noticed.”
You went to kiss him again, but no sooner had you done so and he cleared a spot on the table, picked you up, and sat you on the edge.
“Now,” he said, hand to your chest, “I want you to lay back so I can have my lunch.”
You laughed at him, but laid down. Your legs shook a little in anticipation and you knew you were already getting wet. But with Hardcase, he always found a way to make you wetter.
One hand held your thigh in place while the other reached up to play with your nipples. You sat up just slightly, enough to kiss his fingertips as he reached out to caress your face and make him sigh before he encouraged you to lay back down again. He was licking and sucking wildly. He certainly kept it interesting. One moment he was intensely focused on your core of pleasure, tongue lapping up everything. The next moment he left a hickey on your hip. He put a finger inside you while continuing to suck on your hip.
You were panting. Unable to know what to focus on, but loving the attention throughout your body. Between soft moans you managed to ask, “What are you doing, love?”
He looked up from the spot he left on your hip and grinned. “That one spot is just the cutest,” he replied. He left a trail from there back to your folds.
After another moment of making you moan, he lifted his head and asked, “Wait, are you comfortable on the table?”
Before you could answer he scooped you up and took you to the bedroom, but didn’t put you on the bed. Instead, he kneeled in front of you, ready to worship your body. He lifted you so your thighs were on his shoulders, back to the wall, and he continued sucking on your tender folds and circling his tongue around your clit, altering the pace between slow and wild. As fast and intense as he could be, he had learned that intense didn’t have to be rough. He put two fingers inside you, taking his time there, drawing sighs of pleasure out of you. It was in contrast to all the furious work his tongue was doing, and the two together sent electricity throughout your body. You noticed his hips thrusting into nothing, and it made you even hotter. You clung to him with your legs, hands resting on his head, as you screamed out his name and came on his face. He continued working you over throughout your orgasm, savoring every drop of release he could. You almost wanted to cry. The thrill he always got from bringing you to climax left you in no doubt of his devotion. He looked up at you like it was the best day of his life.
After a few ragged breaths, you grinned at him and whispered, “Your turn.”
“Actually,” he replied, “It’s both our turn.”
Hardcase picked you up and stood. You wrapped your legs around his waist and clung to his shoulders. This position was new, but somehow not shocking that he would want to try it.
“It’s okay,” he said reassuringly, “I got you.”
You started to get comfortable being held like this and kissed him. He lifted your hips just enough and reached down to line up his cock with your entrance. He held you and started thrusting. He loved watching you bounce on his cock and started panting “mesh’la, mesh’la, mesh’la” with each bounce. You got lost in his eyes and felt a warm tingle throughout your body.
As fun as it was, you both worked up much more of a sweat easily and he paused to lay you down in bed before continuing to move his hips for all he was worth. Fast felt good this way until it wasn’t doing it for you as much. The excitement that was building up seemed to plateau and he could tell on your face before you even said anything.
He paused, looking worried. “What is it?”
You shook your head. “I don’t know, I think I’m getting into my own head.”
“Whatever it is, I got you.” He looked at you reassuringly and changed his angle. “I just want you to feel good, cyar’ika.”
He smiled at you and touched your clit with his thumb. He worked it over in the pattern he knew you loved and you gasped out, suddenly feeling your body respond and the fire within reemerge.
“Is this okay for you,” you managed to ask between moans, wanting him to feel as good as he was making you feel.
“Oh this is perfect,” he panted. “I love lunch with you.”
You laughed and he winked. He picked up the pace again, but didn’t neglect the work his thumb was doing. One more thrust and swirl of his thumb sent you over the edge. You shouted his name as your body contracted and released around his cock.
“Yes,” he panted. “I want to hear you.”
You looked at him as you felt waves of pleasure surge through your body. He watched you, smiling. His smile wasn’t just playful anymore. His love for you was written all over him.
You reached up and pulled him down for a deep kiss. He laid his head against your neck and chuckled when he felt you reach down and grab both ass cheeks, encouraging him to bury himself as deep into you as he needed.
He finally slowed down and you could feel his muscles shudder as his release spilled into you. He laid there with you in the afterglow, completely calm. It was a rare side of him that only you got to see. You traced his tattoos and kissed his lips. He ran a hand over your arm and your back before he returned the kiss. Eventually, he went to the refresher to get a warm washcloth and cleaned both of you up. He was still much more calm than usual Hardcase.
“Let’s eat lunch,” he said, holding out a hand. “I mean food lunch.”
You smiled and took his hand. He sat at the table and pulled you into his lap, the both of you still completely naked. You started eating the food he brought and he was still calm, although his energy was returning to normal. You rested your forehead to his and he put down his food for a moment.
“I love you,” he said quietly. “I really love you. Do you know how much I love you?”
You gave him a warm smile and rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs before kissing them. “I know you do. I love you too. More than anything.”
You both let out calm breaths, feeling secure in each other, and went back to eating. By the time you’ve both cleaned up after lunch and put your clothes back on, he was more his energetic self and happy as always to have had lunch with you.
Tagging: @splashofspotchka
