I am here for the kink match please Size kink, thigh riding kink, housewife kink, and praise kink
You have matched with Lumberjack!Techno!
Size kink, this lumberjack loves that he’s bigger than you and oh god is he. His body is so muscular and large, every part of him is thick, it makes him feel powerful, thigh riding kink, he gets hard just thinking about watching you get yourself off on his thick thigh, housewife kink, do anything domestic and he’ll go feral, praise kink, “How can I not praise my pretty bunny? Look how cute you are.”
Monday. Technos hates Mondays, to him they are the evil that is on this earth. They simply shouldn’t exist. Mondays are like hope, they breed eternal misery of the upcoming week. The deep aspiration of what the future days will be like, even if Monday is bad Tuesday might turn out okay-
No! Mondays are just wrong. His inner hating of the first day of the week was festering inside the lumberjack as he lifted his heavy weighted axe, the blade slicing though the air before splitting the fresh piece of oak in half. He started chopping wood at four am his vexed brain needing a way to let out his frustration.
His eyes scanned your sleeping body and for a split second he was going to wake you, pleading for help but then you mewled so sweetly and the selfishness slipped away and he made his way outside.
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You blinked away the sleep that was tugging on you desperately, hoping to suck you back in. You instantly know what day it is and exactly where your man was. The harsh chopping outside was inviting, enticing and down right sinful. Your eyes flutter close, a fleeting smile on you face when you hear the front door open and slam shut.
Techno is heaving clearly out of breath as he hops on the spot while taking his jeans off and not doing a very good job of it. He pauses, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes, he almost smiles at you but it’s Monday he thinks as he grumbles his way to the shower.
Your eyes ping open an imaginary lightbulb practically glowing from above your head as you scurry out of bed and straight to the drawers. Your hands searching desperately for what you want, and coming up empty. But you swear you left it right-
“Shit.” You turn looking out of the big window to the left of the bed, it’s in the woodshed.
You mentally face palm for not going back to get it after your last time using it. Tugging on one of Techno’s plaid button ups and a pair of Uggs, you make your way outside determined to get there and back before Techno finishes in the shower.
The cold brisk wind hits you and you instantly find yourself wishing you hadn’t left your cozy bed. Early morning birds chatter to one another as you lightly jog over to the woodshed, your fingers searching for a light switch once inside.
The golden glow illuminates the space around you, it bounces off the ring sitting on your left hand forth finger. You ignore the shine and look for what you need to cheer your brooding lumberjack up.
A cheeky smile finds itself on your face when you manage to find what your looking for. You sprint back to the house and your bedroom, hurrying to slip into the playboy bunny body suit. You skip the collar and arm bands knowing your lover will rip them from you anyway.
You brush your hair and check over your reflection in the mirror before slipping the bunny ears onto your head. You looked good. No. You looked sexy as fuck.
The shower shuts off and you perk up waiting with anticipation buzzing up your spine. Techno wanders out of the bathroom with a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist, your teeth rake over your bottom lip watching droplets off water trickle over his plump chest down his thick muscular stomach and past that protruding vein that disappears into hoarse tuffs of hair.
“Hey baby.” You purr, watching as your man’s gaze hones in on you, his body turning ridged and tense.
“B-Bunny.” The stutter is everything to you, proof that you can turn your beast of a man into a weak kneed one. His chest rises and falls with a burning want, it grows inside him so fast he blinks and he’s morphing into a desperate fool.
“Yes?” You flutter your pretty lashes at him, making sure to give your ass a wiggle as you move closer to your man. Your hand comes to rest on his towel, stroking along the fluffy material.
“Bunny.” It’s firm this time, strong and domineering. He watches you purse your lips before wetting them with your tongue and he wants in. His mouth crashing onto yours sinfully pushing his tongue, licking into your mouth. Techno’s large hand comes up to grip your jaw potently, it leaves you breathless just like the kiss.
“You’re gonna ride my fucking thigh, and when you’ve soaked me with that perfect little cunt of yours you’re gonna ride my cock.” His words are breathy and have you nodding vigorously, it’s only a few moments later his towel is abandoned on the floor.
He’s completely bare under you letting you use him to get yourself off. The black bodysuit sticking to your skin with how hot you’re becoming.
Techno watches the bunny ears sway gently as you bounce on his thick thigh, the ridged feeling has you gripping onto his thick locks for something to keep you tethered too your withering sanity.
“Ohgodyesyesyespleasedontstopyestec-“
Your words slur into one long continuous moan, the ones Technos love. The ones he aims to pull from you. Because he knows that one of his favourite sights isn’t far behind. A groan bubbling in his chest when your eyes roll back, a burst of colours popping behind your lids.
Your swollen, tender clit rolls over his corded muscle and sensations unfurl in your stomach. It does flips as your head swirls with heady pleasure, it burns through you resulting in a high pitched keen that echoes in the room around you.
“My cute little Bunny.” He grins plotting in his head all the ways he’s going to take you apart today.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Techno calling us bunny, Techno being beefy.
Your legs kicked back and forth behind you as you lay on your stomach, a book in your hands. You didn’t even hear him come in, for someone as beefy as him it surprised you how stealthy he can be.
“Just stay right there.” He groans when you go to move, your eyes pinged to your shirtless lumberjack water droplets dripping down his chest disappearing into the hair there.
You raised an eyebrow at his request, “I can’t move?”
“No. That’s your place, you were meant to be in my bed.” He said with such passion you thought it was Shakespeare.
“But what if I wanna get a drink.” You suppressed your giggle as you stood from the massive puffy bed and made your way over to his dresser, sipping some water before turning around to be met with a large muscular naked man his towel long forgotten on the floor back where he was.
Your eyes stayed on his heaving chest before slowly gliding up to his beautifully rugged face, “What did I say Bunny?” He asked, his deep voice so offended that you denied him. He shook his head walking forward, you moved back with each step he took until you were caged in. You felt small and protected as your lumberjack towered over you, his veiny hands sliding against the wall behind you.
“But I was thirsty.” You pouted and Techno bites his lip to stop the growing smile threading his current demeanour.
“That’s no excuse.” He says but it sounds more like a plead, he doesn’t sound angry anymore and you know why when you follow his gaze to your nipples that have pebbled, currently visible through his shirt.
“It’s not?” You ask teasingly, your head tilting slightly just as you move your hands to his toned stomach, the abs you feel and see don’t surprise you. Your man spent everyday since he was a kid using the axe that hangs on the wall to chop down trees.
He was perfect, you loved Techno so much, it wasn’t forced or hard, loving Techno was as easy as breathing for you. And he felt the same way about his little bunny too.
Techno let his hand slip and curve around your jaw without thinking about it, “No, but I’ve got a way you can make it up to me.” The feral look in his eyes sent a shiver up your spine.
“Too big.” You sobbed, your small hands grabbing at his biceps as he thrusted harder, never quicker. He loved to drag it out, to feel every ridge and curve of your sopping cunt.
“You can take it bunny” He encouraged you, biting at your neck leaving marks in his wake and looking so damn happy whilst doing it.
You continued to moan and whimper, tears of pleasure falling down your face while Techno’s huge body hovered over you. Protecting you from the outside world, in here it was just you and him.
“Tec..oh” you cried out feeling him hit that rough spot inside your weeping, swollen cunt.
“There it is.” He didn’t mean to grin like a obsessed man in such an intimate moment but he couldn’t help himself. He never can with you. Your sinful noises morphed into higher pitched breathy little screams.
“I know bunny, I know.” He cooed, holding you closer. His sweat glazed skin meeting yours as his large veiny hand slipped under your head, his other arm curling around your waist. You depended solely on him at that moment. Your entire body engulfed by his.
He pulled away from your neck to look at you, he loved watching you cum. But right now as he split you open on his thick cock he couldn’t decide what he loved the sight of more, your face contorted with pleasure, a fucked out expression morphing there or your drenched pussy sucking him back in every time he pulls out.
“Techno,” Your pleas of need are screamed wantonly, he knows what you need but contemplates if he wants to give it to you. Usually so chivalrous but he doesn’t want to speed up. He wants to keep you right here in the slow climb for sweet sweet ecstasy. But when you say his name like that, he looses it.
The colour gone from his eyes as he pulls your legs over his bulky shoulders and pounds into you the way you’ve been asking him to. His speed increasing with every thrust you feel like you’re going to explode and with three more thrusts, you do.
Your back arches perfectly, it has Techno groaning at the sight while your walls spasm around him, he grunts trying with his strength to fuck into your tightening cunt. He just manages it while you gush and writhe, soon enough his hot cum is filling you so much you see it in your tummy just as you saw his cock.
“Let’s get you nice and clean bunny.” Your lumberjack groans as he pulls out watching his cum drip out of you, with a shake of his head. He acts quickly fixing the situation, grabbing one of his favourites; a see through plug that has a diamond like effect to it. He pushes it inside you, shushing your whimpers before placing a kiss to your swollen clit. A smirk flits across his face when your hips jerk.
“Always so eager for more.” He taunts getting down low, sucking your clit into his mouth. He’s going to continue to do so until he’s hard again, then he’ll take that pretty plug out of your pretty pussy and fuck you again. He promises that he will but you’re too busy with your hand in his hair to notice.
“How many bunny?” Your lumberjack asks grabbing three packs of rice before you even got a chance to glance at the shopping list.
“You can’t just-“ you start but your boyfriend places a peck on your lips as he puts the food in the shopping cart.
“What’s the next item on the list?” He asks moving behind you his large hands on the handles either side of the cart, his colossal muscular form enclosing around your figure. Your eyes glance over the paper in your hands, but you know when you get so distracted by something you read the same thing over and over again.
Your were repeating the same word in your head ‘pasta’. That word sits in the back of your throat but you can’t quite get it to come out, not with the chapped plump lips of your man running across your neck. His thick fingers pulling down the material of your top to kiss your shoulder.
“Tec.” You squeal nudging him with your elbow while glancing around to see if anyone was looking your way. Not that it would matter if someone was, your expeditionist.
“Next item.” He hums inhaling your scent his tongue swirling over your skin as he sucked a hickey on your neck. His hands rough and curious as they searched your body.
“Control yourself for five minutes man.” You say trying to hide your smile as you push the cart forward.
“How can I?” Techno whispers slipping his arm around your shoulder, “you can’t say that when you look like this.” He gestures to your jeans and his t-shirt that was hanging from your body.
You shake your head with a muttered “Jeez.”
Waiting in line you fiddle with Techno hands, testing to see how large they are compared to yours. Unsurprisingly the size difference was monstrous. The beefy lumberjack tugs on your pinky, happy to have you against him regardless of where you are.
The man you approach looks your boyfriend up and down with a lip bite and you instantly get defensive. Techno unpacks the shopping cart onto the conveyor belt, his muscles rippling as he grabs the food and places it down.
“Do you have all the bags you need sweetheart?” He’s looking at your man, ignoring you completely and you squeeze Technos arm by accident. He looks at you and then the man before speaking.
“My wife has them.” He grunts, before glancing at you his hands gripping yours quickly and slyly that even you had to take a second to process it. The ring that was sitting on your index finger was now playing as a wedding ring.
“Right.” The annoyed sound of the shop worker seeped into your happy moment.
“Go on bunny.” He smirked with a peck to your cheek and a tap on your bottom. You head to the end of the till and start packing the shopping up. Techno joins you soon enough lifting the heavy bags off the end and into the shopping cart like they were feathers. You have to look away or you’ll get even more flustered at the sight of your man’s strength.
“Cash or card love.” The man purrs, you can’t help but let you head jerk to the side, squinting. The audacity!
“Card.” Techno grunts pulling out his credit card and tapping the card reader before shoving it back into his leather wallet then his jeans. Your eyes wander to the way they curve around his ass and he notices. “All yours bunny.” He smiles softly, tapping the underside of your chin with the curve of his index finger.
“Here.” The cashier’s glum tone interjects another happy moment, he’s really starting to piss you off. You grab the receipt out of the man’s hand with the biggest fake smile you could muster.
“Thankyou.” You make sure to flash the rock that’s sitting on your finger faking it til it makes it. The light catches it and the man’s eyes hone in on it before they meet yours with a glare.
“Come on bunny, let’s go home.” Techno’s arm is back around your waist as you move to push the cart.
“Have a nice day!” It sounds more sarcastic than sincere and it’s partially yelled out.
“Ignore him.” Techno whispers, his grip tightening. You realise that not only were you being territorial but so was he. Your mind goes back to that moment, the last time someone flirted with Techno.
“How dare you?” The accusing tone rings throughout the diner, it has your head snapping toward where it came from. Your eyes widen at the sight of your lumberjack pointing a thick finger at a woman who looks as shocked as you were. “I’m a taken man,” he shakes his head backing away from her.
You were so busy being jealous you didn’t even notice Techno’s possessiveness rising to the surface. The same possessiveness that had your man rushing to put the food filled bags in the truck and sliding into the drivers seat next to you. His large hand on your thigh slipping higher until he’s knuckles deep in your cunt listening to your beautiful moans echoing around him.
Warnings: swearing, 18+, I can never not write Techno as a simp🤦🏻♀️
Today was the worst day of your life, you never thought it would come but here it is. You got fired, your boyfriend broke up with you and your family wasn’t there for you, too interested in planning your cousins birthday that was a month away. They weren’t there for you when you needed them.
So like any normal person, you clicked the first flight you saw and booked a seat on the plane before shoving some of your stuff into a bag and heading to the airport. Your plane ride wasn’t half bad but you couldn’t get the negative thoughts out of your mind. All the bad things had piled on top of each other and toppled over so spectacularly.
Nothing the Tennessee sun couldn’t fix, you let the warmth bubble inside you and burn away all those nasty thoughts. A drink, before anything else a drink is what you need. You took a cab into a nearby town and walked into the first bar you could find.
Country music hummed in the background soothing your uneasy feeling when each person in the bar seemed to pause and let their eyes rake over your figure. “Don’t mind them sweetie, we don’t get a lot of new comers in this town.” The bartender a woman in her early 50s smiled your way asking what you’ll have.
Her smile widened when you asked for whiskey, “my kind of girl.” She laughed pouring your drink. “Not a lot of people like whiskey, myself and my son are probably the only people in this town that do.”
“That’s crazy.” You said shaking your head in disbelief bringing the glass to your lips, sighing pleasantly at the burn in the back of your throat.
“I like you.” She winked with a chuckle. “So you new in town or just on holiday?”
“So far it’s a holiday.” You said trailing off thinking about your ex boyfriend and ex job.
“I know that look, someone hurt you sweetie?” You nodded downing the rest of your drink. “Well, fuck em.” She scoffed pouring you another drink. “I’m Missy.” She smiled and you reciprocated it easily.
“You being a bad influence again?” A deep voice had you tensing, it sat down next to you. A flash of red plaid, chest hair and a cap. You didn’t mean to turn or look but you did. And oh god, you felt all fuzzy and warm under his gaze or maybe that was the alcohol. You couldn’t tell.
Techno looked like he’d been punched in the gut, you were beautiful, far too beautiful to be in a place like this.
“I most certainly am not.” Missy rolled her eyes pouring a glass of whiskey for the well built man. He was huge actually, so big the bar stool underneath him creaked when he moved.
“I’m Techno.” The man says with a awkward smile almost like he’s never used those facial muscles before. You reply with your name before the music takes over the silence once more.
“So you staying in town sweetie?” Missy asked wiping down the side of the bar. And it hit you, you hadn’t even figured out a place to stay yet. You don’t have anywhere.
“Oh um, are there motels around?” You asked taking another sip of your drink.
“Not for another sixty miles sweetie.” Missy said before someone called her over.
“Shit.” You cursed pulling out your money and placing it on the counter with a thanks to Missy before you left the watering hole.
“You just gunna sit there?” Missy raises an eyebrow at her son who swallows with a nod and follows you.
“I know this is strange since you just met me and I’m a total stranger but I genuinely promise I’m not a serial killer,” he starts rubbing the back on his neck, “wait no that sounds worse,” he shakes his head whispering out a sorry but at the sound of your giggle his eyes seem to brighten.
“Keep going.” You smile softly and he adores it.
“I can drive you to the motel if you like, it’s pretty shitty but it’s got a decent ac.” He says with a smile, his car keys in his hand.
“I’m not so sur-“
“Or you could come stay with me and my family, we’ve got plenty of space in our farmhouse. It’s about twenty minutes from town and completely free.” He says cringing slightly, really hoping you don’t think he’s a creep.
“Well it does sound nice but what does it say about me if I go with a complete stranger to his house.” You say with a bite to your lip.
“That you like adventure?” He jokes, “I promise I won’t judge Honey.” The term of endearment settles in your stomach and flutters around.
“You do make a very convincing case.” You say it like it’s a bad thing. Maybe it is. You’re about to decline when the sound of Missy’s voice catches your attention.
“Believe me sweetie my son wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. If he did I’d kick his ass myself.” She says standing in the bar door way.
“Okay sure.” Hopefully you don’t regret this.
Techno drives with one hand on the steering wheel and one on the clutch, his truck smells just like him. Oak wood, fresh sap and spiced orange. It’s has a musky undertone that makes you shift in your seat.
The Chevy he drove some how didn’t surprise you, the country music quietly playing from the radio didn’t surprise you either.
His plaid button up shirt and loose blue jeans had you staring. You could see where the muscles were too big for his shirt when he changed gears it looked like it was going to rip. Your thighs clenched together at the thought of his veiny, muscly hand between them.
You played with the hem of your floral sundress, tracing the little flowers while you scolded yourself for thinking such things about this gorgeous stranger.
Twenty minutes later, just like he said, you guys pulled up to a gorgeous building. The modern looking farmhouse was a black beauty. Techno was at your door just as you took your seatbelt off, he held out his hand and your heart fluttered at his chivalrous behaviour.
You’re ex boyfriend never did this, you let the thought cross your mind and disappear as you gazed up at the house. Techno shut the door and locked the car just as two little boys ran your way.
“Uncle Techno!” They screamed jumping up at him
“Timothy! Jason! What have I told you about attacking your uncle!” A woman who you assumed was their mother came marching out of the house after them.
To your right a little passed the house you spotted an older man and another that looked around the same age as Techno chopping wood. A huge pile of already chopped wood next to them. To the left of them was a stable, you could already hear the horses neighing.
“Sorry Tec.” The woman apologised with her hands on her hips as she watched her boys climb up their uncle.
“You know it’s fine Hannah.” He chuckled, the sound left a throb in your core. You were so busy admiring Techno playing with the kids that you didn’t notice the two men heading your way or the woman’s eyes on you.
“Where’s Ma?” The man Techno’s age said putting his arm around the woman’s waist and placing a kiss on her cheek. She seemed to melt at his touch.
“At the bar.” He said with a smile as he did bicep curls with a kid dangling from each arm.
“Who’s this?“ The older man asked looking at you with a kind smile, his salt and pepper hair was attractive you had to admit. He was tan just like Techno and the other man all of them well built, big.
“This is hon-“ he tutted himself and managed to slip the nickname he was dying to call you back in correcting it with your real name, “she’s gunna stay with us for a bit.”
You looked at Techno with a little disbelief maybe it’s because you weren’t like that with your family, “if that’s okay with you of course.” You said playing with the strap of your backpack.
The older man chuckled, “of course it is. You’re more than welcome here. I’m Jake.” He said extending his hand for you to shake and you did.
“She’s pretty.”
“Is she your girlfriend Uncle Tec?”
You blushed at the chitter chatter from the two youngsters. “No way! She’s too pretty for Uncle Tec!”
“Alright that’s enough you two. Come inside and wash up for dinner.” Hannah ordered, the boys let go of their Uncle and sulked as they walked inside with their mother on their tail who shouted back at you “it’s nice to meet you.”
“You too!“ you replied awkwardly.
“I’m Sam.” The green eyed man smiled warmly, “I’m Techno’s older brother, better looking and bigger brains but unfortunately for all the woman in the world, taken-“
“Sam!” Poor guy looked like he shit his pants at the sound of his wife shouting his name. Her hands on her hips again, her head shaking while she stood on the porch of the house. He sulked just like his sons and walked inside, Jake’s laughter bellowed throughout the woods as he followed them both.
“Are you okay?” Techno turned your way, his eyes boring into yours searching for an answer. He felt like he could stare at them forever and never get bored.
“A little overwhelmed if I’m honest,” you admitted and Techno’s shoulders slumped, “my family and I aren’t exactly close. And well…” you trailed off.
“It’s okay you can speak your mind, I won’t be offended.” He said trying to ease your worry.
“Do you take people in often?” You asked your boots digging into the dirt floor. Nervousness consuming you.
“People who didn’t have anywhere else to go yeah.” He nodded, “in fact a few years ago my brothers wife, Hannah” he pointed at the house, “she came here from England. Got on the wrong flight and didn’t have the money to get back so we took her in. She worked in our bar with Ma until she made enough money but by then she and my brother were madly in love.” He said with a hint of jealousy in his voice.
“You like her?” You asked before mentally face palming realising you’d spoken before you thought.
“No! God no, I mean she’s amazing but I didn’t see her as anything other than a friend and now my sister. I’m a little envious of what they have though. I’ve always wanted a wife and family of my own.” He says with another awkward smile at the end. But what he said had your heart beating fast in your chest, you just hoped he couldn’t hear it. Where has he been? All the men you knew didn’t want those things.
Techno cleared his throat, “I’ll show you to your room.” And he did, it was spacious and down right gorgeous. The room was rustic and you got the feeling of expensive taste as you walked inside. The bed was large, but looking at the size of the men in this house it made sense.
Behind the bed was a huge painting of trees, you couldn’t wait to stare at them before you fell asleep tonight. The window to the left of the bed over looked the entire forest, in front of said window was a comfy reading chair with a side table next to it.
The hardwood floor was graced with a grey rug, it looked almost too comfy. The lightbulbs dangling from the ceiling in an almost waterfall effect were glowing a warm golden colour.
“Um, is that all you brought?“Techno asked gesturing to your back pack, you nodded fiddling with the strap on it. He thought for a second, “follow me.” And you did, into a dark and beautiful room, “This is my room.” He said while making his way over to a wardrobe. “You can borrow some of my stuff.” He said grabbing a few shirts and basket ball shorts placing them in your hands before you could refuse Hannah shouted that dinner was ready.
Techno finished chopping the carrots before he glanced up at you through the window. He knew how uncertain you were back then, to accept his help or his affection.
Looking at you now, giggling with his mother, a glass of whiskey in your hand, his shirt wrapped around your body, he can’t help but smile at the sight. Techno can never forget when he offered to drive you to that motel, he was all in before he even made it outside.
“That’s enough bunny.” Techno scowls when you go to shoot another insult his way. You’re grumpy, tired and frustrated. Techno understands. Rather than you just telling him of course his precious little bunny lashes out. And he’s more than okay to take the hits, he knows you don’t mean them.
His thundering footsteps end after four stamps, his large hands coming to stroke up and down your arms. You try your hardest not to melt but when he cups your head, stroking down your hair softly you give in. His fingers lacing in your hair with a gentle tug you let your head fall back.
His warm breath hitting your neck, it has your eyes fluttering shut. “I know what you need sweet girl.” He murmurs against your skin, dragging his lips against it loving when you mewl quietly.
You’re slightly distracted by the sound of Timothy and Jason giggling and play fighting outside against the crispy autumn leaves fallen on the ground, dry mud dirtying their clothes. Hannah trying to tell her boys off while Sam has his big arms around her to ‘protect’ them.
You catch a glimpse of Missy and Jake sitting on the porch swing, hand in hand as Techno drags you to your shared bedroom. The window over looking the forest, you stare out thinking back to when you spent your first night in your bed too busy thinking about the sexy lumberjack next door to you to sleep.
“Come here bunny, I’ll make you feel better.” He knows that maybe he should be sterner with you, shouldn’t just give in when you two argue but you’re just so damn gorgeous. He can’t resist.
Got me wrapped around your little finger bunny.
A please stains your lips as he traces around your clit careful to not touch it, a groan bubbling deep within his chest when you clench around him.
“That’s it isn’t it Bunny? This is all you needed, to be stuffed full of my cock until you can’t think straight hmm? You just needed this didn’t you?” He asks giving you a quick thrust that has you sobbing, he doesn’t want a reply, he already knows the answer.
“Techno!” God he’s so big, so deep you feel him in your throat. “Please, don’t stop please!” But he does, keeps you sat on his cock gently teasing around your clit until you’re crying so desperate to feel the release of pleasure.
He’s irresistible but so very resistible right now, you want him so bad, want him to be thrusting up inside you. You move your hips and he groans vulgar into the air, his hand gripping your hair and pulling your head back, a little to the side before he attacks your neck sloppy and messy. Smearing his lips across your throat, you don’t even recognise the sound that leaves your mouth.
“Always so tight.” The growl filled with shear obsession makes you squeeze his cock, he laughs out his groan, “my responsive little bunny.” His hips move and you’re done for.
Pleasure burns through you, it’s hot and almost hurts as he thrusts deeper each time. His large arms enclosed around your waist, one hand toying with your nipple, fucking you through your high until you’re completely spent. You’re catching your breath when your gorgeously large lumberjack says,
“That’s one bunny.” In your ear, the sentence makes you shiver and he chuckles deep and heavy, the sounds spreads across your sweet glazed skin. There was more to come, he was going to pull as many orgasms as he could out of your helpless body and when you can’t take anymore, he’ll tell you that you can. Because he knows you can.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, slow dancing with a simping Techno, a fireplace may be near by.
“Dance with me bunny.”
Tennessee whiskey plays softly on the radio while your man’s arms wrap around you so carefully yet tight and protecting too. His amused crooked smile had you frowning slightly, and a ‘what’ crossing your lips.
“You’re everything.” He said. Simple, meaningful and heartfelt. You push your face into his chest, keeping yourself buried there while your eyes betray you and fill with tears.
“You’re my everything.” You sniffle, holding onto him like he was your will to live, like he was the air you breath. And somewhere deep in your soul, you know he is.
“Mine.” He growls, a possessive undercurrent to the word, a deep feeling clawing it’s way through your body making you buzz.
Techno had addictive tendencies since he was a kid, he got addicted to chopping wood, to sweets, to being somewhat of an Alpha over others and now you.
As soon as he saw you he was falling in love. He was in the middle before he knew he’d even begun but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Tell me you love me.” You sigh, your happy tears drying leaving a gorgeous glow on your face. You’re growing sleepy with each sway and Techno knows it. The beefy lumberjack crouches, slowly gripping you in the right places to pull you into his hold, your legs wrapping around his thick muscular waist, just barely.
“I love you.” He grins at the sweet lazy smile that reaches your lips when he says it. You know he means it, can hear it in his voice, see it in his eyes.
The evening sun is slowly dying but you don’t want this to end, you wish for the ability to pull the sun back into the sky. Techno’s large hands are hot against your body, his sturdy fingers spread evenly across your ass. You feel every ridged bump of his hard body against yours. It has you feeling safe in a way you can’t describe. Knowing your beast of a man is protecting you like this.
“I know you do.” You place a small kiss against the tan skin of his thick neck, it’s a little gesture and yet it makes his broad figure hum with pure satisfaction at the feeling.
“I’ll tell you everyday, hmm?” He whispers still rocking you side to side while you cling to his heavy body like a koala. His little koala. “Would you like that bunny?” He doesn’t mean for it to come across teasing, he doesn’t mean for it to sound so venereal, but it does. And he feels the shift in your hips, that little swirl you think no one notices. He does.
“Please.” The breathy plea blows against his skin and he knows he’s just as gone as you are. He knows he needs to feel you pulse and clench around him, the innocence of this sweet, intimate moment be damned.
You find yourself on the thick fluffy rug, your dress torn off you and discarded next to the dying fire. “I liked that one.” You pouted watching the shreds of it lay there.
“I’ll buy you a hundred more.” He pants out the promise pulling off the last of his clothing, letting himself hover over you before slotting his lips over yours.
Your body was always so responsive to his touch, he knew and used it to his advantage, dragging his fingertips across your soft skin. You always felt so soft against his calloused scarred hands.
A gentle touch here, a soothing rub there and you’re keening under his touch. Just as your sexy lumberjack pulls out the plug he slipped inside you this morning after he made such sweet love to you, you’re so happy everyone decided to go out tonight.
