imo dunk DOES go feral for a sexy sundress but never knows what to do with it. it’s like he’s waiting for you to tell him that it’s ok to want what he wants.
you lie back in the middle of your picnic, and he immediately knows where this is going. you start to spread your legs, and the second you pull up to reveal a shocking lack of underwear, he goes BRIGHT red and starts stuttering and stammering about how anyone could see you and how “we really shouldn’t”. mind you, you KNEW he would react this way and that was exactly why you chose a secluded spot behind some trees to have ur picnic.
he gives in eventually, he always does !! it’s impossible to turn u down when u look so pretty ur batting ur eyes at him and he can CLEARLY see how wet you are (have been, since the moment you sat down and knew what you were gonna do).
you beckon him closer and he always slots himself where he belongs, almost second nature to him, and he has to content himself with biting back his moans when he fucks you into the picnic blanket, and you card your fingers through his hair and murmur, “that’s it, dunk, give it to me, c’mon.” his massive hands squeeze at your thighs and he laves wet, loving kisses across the dress’s neckline. he never lasts very long when you do this—you always squeeze him a little bit tighter in public, the look in your eyes as you egg him on, and the risk of it all makes it impossible to last as long as he usually does.
but when he feels himself getting close, he gets a bit meaner. grabs your hands by the wrists and pins them above your head, he grunts against your skin and they get deeper the closer he gets, his thrusts get harder, sloppier, making you whine softly into the open air as he hits your cervix head on every time—he’s so big it aches, and it has your eyes rolling into your head every single time. and when he finally spills into you, he bites down on your shoulder to avoid making too much noise.
you leave the picnic with your hair tousled, dress a bit wrinkled and cum dripping down ur thighs. dunk leaves with his shoulders visibly relaxed and a tad more flushed than you. oops!
