A/N: Trope: Secret Relationship & Quote: “It looks better on you anyway.” For @elixirfromthestars Arcade Bingo.
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Everyone knows how close you and Bucky are at the Avengers tower. They know that you are best friends and do everything together, but what they don’t know is that you’re in a secret relationship.
The thing is, you don’t know when you really fell in love with Bucky. It could have been when you were acting like you were just hanging out together, but in secret, you were having date nights and sleepovers thanks to living off base – it was easier to sneak around that way. It could also have been because Bucky’s a true gentleman and listens to what you had to say.
At work you’re both so professional, that not even Steve, Bucky’s best friend, knows about the relationship. Even Nat is fooled about the secret you hold, or at least you hope she is. She knows you’re seeing someone though, and want to keep it quiet for the sake of your job. You long for privacy and happily that is what the Avengers give you.
Friday night and you and Bucky leave work to head home, both making your individual excuses to why you’d be busy and not back until Monday morning.
You head home to shower and get changed and Bucky goes to do the same at his place before sneaking over. By the time you’re dried off and dressed in your leggings and one of Bucky’s shirts your secret boyfriend has shown up. He’s wearing one of his signature henley’s and casual pants and kicks his boots off at the door. His backpack, containing all he needs for the weekend, lands beside them. More than likely, he won’t wear much the whole time he’s here, since you’re likely to become sex crazed and it’s become easier to be naked for most of the weekend.
“Hi, Bucky.” You wiggle your fingers in a little wave at him.
“Hey, sweetheart. Is that my shirt you’re wearing?” He grins at you while you sheepishly look away.
“Maybe…” You bite your bottom lip as your gaze returns to his.
“Don’t worry, doll. It looks better on you anyway.”
He opens his arms wide open as you come closer to hug him and as you both embrace one another and hold each other tightly. Bucky kisses your forehead and you sigh in contentment.
“God, I’ve missed holding you like this. It’s been a long week,” Bucky says softly in your ear.
“I’ve missed you, too, Bucky. I miss kissing you, cuddling you, and I miss the way you tell me you love me.” You nuzzle into his neck and breathe in his cologne. He always smells so good.
“I’ve missed that, too, sweetheart. More than you know.” He pulls back a little and kisses you on the lips.
The kiss was slow but needy. You both groan as you part your lips just enough to allow him to deepen the kiss. You walk backward until your butt touches the counters and his hands grab just under your ass and lift you easily onto it. He slots himself between your spread legs and you both continue to make out, enjoying the slow build-up.
Your fingers card through his hair as he grinds into your core, but as your tongues dance against one another, your right hand moves to fist his shirt. You pull back from him, trying to catch your breath as you look into his dilated blue eyes.
“Take me to bed, Bucky.” You murmur against his lips.
Bucky needs no further invitation. He picks you up and carries you bridal style to your bedroom just down the hallway. He gently puts you down and you both hurriedly pull your clothes off. In no time at all you’re naked and you crawl to the middle of the bed with Bucky right behind you. You lie on your back with your legs spread for him and he lies on his stomach between them, his arms resting over your knees. He places kisses on your inner thighs and lets the scruff of his beard rub against your sensitive skin.
His mouth kisses you everywhere except where you need it the most and you roll your hips impatiently, whining until he finally licks a long stripe from pussy to clit. Moans fall softly from your mouth as he starts to eat you like a man starved.
Every flick of his tongue has your hands pulling him closer by his hair. Every suckle to your clit has you moaning his name. Bucky was a master at the art of eating pussy and you would let him feast for hours if your body could handle it.
His vibranium hand caresses the side of your hip as he continues to devour you in ways that have you keening in pleasure, before his flesh fingers push inside your wet pussy while he sucks on your clit. His fingers curl against the spot that makes you see stars and in moments you come hard, moaning his name to the heavens.
Bucky kisses your pussy one last time before he crawls up your body and kisses you on the lips. You taste yourself on him and hum in pleasure. He smiles as he pulls away and puts his vibranium hand down to hold himself up while his other hand grabs his hard cock. He rubs it through your wet pussy a few times before pushing slowly into you, inch by glorious inch. His blue eyes are locked onto yours as he finally bottoms out. You both moan from the feeling of it, the connection more than merely physical. Then Bucky starts to thrust into you. Your legs wrap around his trim waist with a gasp and you roll your hips to meet him thrust for thrust. He picks up his pace, pushing into you firmer and faster, and your fingernails scrape down his back. The room is filled with the sounds of your combined moans and the slapping of flesh on flesh.
When his right hand moves down to your clit and rubs firmly in time with his hips, your second orgasm hits.
“Fuck, doll, you’re so tight for me,” he grunts out as your walls tighten around his cock.
As soon as your legs stop trembling, Bucky pulls out of you, turns you over, and pulls your hips into the air. He enters you firmly and starts to fuck you hard.
“Oh, Bucky, yes! Right there, baby. Don’t stop!” You squeal as he hits that spot inside of you over and over. Your toes curl and fingers twist into the sheets.
Bucky grunts with every hard thrust and he can already feel that you are close again by the way you’re squeezing him. His fingers are digging hard into your hips as he uses your body for his pleasure now. He knows there may be bruises tomorrow, but he’ll make sure to kiss them all.
You cry out your third orgasm of the night and that’s when Bucky allows himself to follow, spilling rope after rope of his cum deep inside you as he shouts your name. He lazily thrusts inside you, making sure to give you every last drop, before he leans over and kisses your shoulder as you hum in pleasure.
He’s slow and gentle when he pulls out of you to head to the bathroom to clean up. Once done, he comes out with a towel to tend to you, then throws the soiled fabric in a laundry hamper. With the worst of the mess dealt with, he crawls into bed and pulls you to his chest holding you tight. “I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you too, Bucky.” You mumble in return against his chest.
He kisses your forehead before you both end up falling asleep peacefully in each other’s arms.
The next morning, you wake up on your side with Bucky’s arm around your waist. His fingers are lightly rubbing your waist and you can tell he’s in thought.
“What’s on your mind, Bucky?” You softly ask.
“Sorry to wake you. I was just thinking. What if we finally come out and tell everyone that we’re together? It would beat sneaking around every weekend.”
You can’t help but smile. “Bucky, are you saying you want to make this official? Make me your girl and all?” You turn over to face him and Bucky is smiling back at you.
“First, you’re already my girl. Have been since the day we met and always will be, but yeah, what if I want to make this official? What do you say?”
You could see his eyes were full of hope, waiting for your answer to confirm what he feels inside.
“Bucky, I would love to finally tell everyone. There is no one else I want to be with and no one else I love more.”
“God, I love you, sweetheart,” Bucky says before he kisses you breathless.
The weekend goes by as usual. You cook together, watch movies, talk about life and make love over and over. You have your plan for how you’re going to reveal your relationship to your friends.
Come Monday morning, you show up hand in hand. Together you tell everyone in the living room that you’ve been secretly dating for almost a year.
Tony, Nat, and Clint rave about who got the bet right as they’d known there were secrets between you and Bucky, but none of them had expected this. Steve comes over to shake Bucky’s hand and congratulate you both, while Thor insists that everyone should celebrate this special occasion.
You and Bucky are both happy to tell your friends about your secret relationship because now you’d finally get to date without sneaking around. The pair of you would be able to be yourselves and get to explore your growing relationship freely, and you couldn’t wait to see where the pair of you would go next.
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In the ruins of Paestum laid a lioness. Amid the sandy-gold travertine columns, sleeping on the weathered stone, under the immense, deep blue night sky, without stars but impossibly bright in its darkness. It was Bianca herself who came to approach her, who dared to wake her up, who buried her fingers in the dense fur between her ears. And then it was Bianca who laid with her back to the stone, warm against her naked skin as if the Campania's sun had just set and its heat still lingered.
Above her, the lioness pinned her down. Gabrielle's hair tingled her face, falling like a veil that covered them both. Her body was warm —from laying on the heated rock, Bianca assumed— as she pressed it to hers, skin to skin.
"Mercy" came her voice, but not from her lips.
"I know none"
Her claws teared red streaks on her rosy breasts, arousing a shiver of pain and pleasure and a breathed cry from her lips. The ferocious mouth descended on her, festering on the oozing blood, lapping hungrily at the wounds. Her body reacted, tossing, trembling; the claws held her firmly by the waist, her hands grabbed the bony shoulders, the strong arms, her hands traced her ribs and circled her torso, following the line of her spine when her mouth came to capture her own.
The air carried the fragrance of dry grass, of thirsty earth. Around them, the wilderness of the African savannah opened as the other mouth devoured her, inciting a fierce hunger in her that reminded her she, too, was a mighty beast.
Her hands gripped the golden hair, weavy and rich, much like her own. Tugging back, she exposed Gabrielle's long, pale neck and tore the tender flesh, letting the blood pour onto her tongue before her mouth closed over the wound. Gabrielle moaned, and her hand slid between them and between Bianca's legs, fingers stroking the wetness there, making her hips rock to the touch, making her back arch.
"Gabrielle" she sighed the name, as her head fell back.
She looked into her eyes, and it was as if she had never seen Gabrielle's eyes before. And perhaps she hadn't, not really. Gabrielle brought the hand that had been caressing her to her lips, sucking her fingers with gluttonous delight as Bianca watched her. She kissed her then, making her taste herself in her mouth before creeping down her body, her mouth picking up the labour of her hand.
Bianca's moans filled the night, rivalling the deafening chirping of the crickets. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand, vaguely aware of another beast nearby. A distant laugh. Lured by the spilt blood, or were it their loud, licentious voices?
Sevraine's laugh woke her up.
"This is your fault, somehow, I know it" she groaned, hiding her face in the pillow. The ancient denied it.
Summary: Tasked with finding the General and the Captain, Dogma stumbles right into the midst of a private affair. To make things even worse, he rather enjoys the view… that is, until he's caught.
Word count: 4k
Tags: Established relationship, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Confrontation, Handjobs, Smut, Praise, Military ranks, Cuckolding, Virginity, First time, Dom/sub.
Pairing: Dogma x f!Reader x Rex
Curiosity killed the lothcat, but satisfaction brought it back - or so, that’s how the phrase goes. And as satisfying as this sight may be, he knows that curiosity will be the death of him.
He shouldn’t be watching. He should not be watching, let alone enjoying the view, palming his hard cock over his under armour, his codpiece abandoned long ago. It’s not like he can help it, seeing as the poor man is a virgin through and through. It’s been drilled into his mind by the Kaminoan’s that sexual activity is strictly forbidden, but if his General and Captain can go at it, then it doesn’t hurt to watch, right?
The he in question is Dogma - a straight edge, punctual, and obedient Trooper.
Poor little Dogma was given the order to find the General and Captain, and inform them about the next stage in their current mission. They weren’t in any of the tents, nor in the surrounding area. The gunships were clear, leaving the Captain’s ship as the only remaining option.
The door was open, a clear sign that somebody was aboard, only Dogma wasn’t expecting to find them tucked away in the cockpit, kriffing like their lives depended on it. Better yet, Dogma wasn’t expecting the cockpit’s door to be wide open, welcoming just about anybody to catch them in the act!
Maybe this was some weird fetish that Dogma had been unintentionally roped into, or maybe they were too horny to shut the damn door!
Still, Dogma was the poor soul who had found you and your Captain going at it. He should have turned, ran, and never spoke a word; instead, Dogma caught himself mindlessly gorming at the action, like a Cadet discovering holoporn for the first time.
Not that Dogma has ever watched holoporn…
Dogma refuses to dabble in anything sexual. He will, on an extremely rare occasion, have a drink or two, but always manages to resist the urge to get drunk! He doesn’t smoke, nor do drugs, and only swears during life or death circumstances. All in all, he’s a total virgin, which would explain why his eyes are prying to a whole new level.
And when he thought things couldn’t get any worse, he felt himself hardening, causing his codpiece to bulge uncomfortably. It took him a lot of convincing to remove the armour, seeing as it was causing him discomfort, just like it took even more convincing to let him finally touch himself.
“Just do it to help the pain… or until it goes down… or until they stop… or-” Dogma told himself, biting down hard on his lower lip to prevent himself from letting out a moan. How wonderful it felt, jerking off to the sight of his General being kriffed, all by Captain Rex, of course.
Everybody had a hunch that something was going on between those two, but nobody had ever caught them! How funny it is that Dogma is the one to discover the truth, and kriff, the truth is that they have some really intimate sex.
Rex has you pushed face-down over the cockpit’s dashboard, taking you from behind. Your legs are spread, arms behind your back, with Rex’s hand firmly holding them in place. The ‘slap slap slap!’ sound of skin against skin is echoing around the ship - a warning for those with prying eyes, although that hasn’t stopped Dogma.
Throughout moans and groans, you’re mumbling away. “G-gotta hurry up, Rex. Someone’s going to come looking for us soon,” you pant, and you’re met with a shrug.
Dogma feels himself tense up at your comment - are you aware that he’s there, watching you two? Does the force work like that? Or is Dogma awful at being stealthy?
Still, if you two are aware of Dogma’s presence, it hasn’t changed anything. You’re still kriffing away, eager to let out some frustrations, and relieve yourselves before regaining your focus on the mission at hand. The last thing that the squad needs is a sexually frustrated General and Captain!
By now, your ass and the back of your thighs have turned red from Rex’s armour pounding against you. The sight only causes Dogma to stir even more, biting his knuckles as he feels himself getting closer. Sure, he’s touched himself here and there, but refuses to make a habit out of it. Plus, it’s difficult to get the time and privacy when you’re a soldier, but the others seem to make do.
Better yet, you and Rex seem to manage it. How did this all start? How long has this been going on for? Dogma would never dream of approaching his General with sexual intentions, unless you came onto Rex?
And if you came onto somebody else, how would that go? Dogma finds himself picturing what things would be like if you propositioned him instead - uneducated, timid, and total virgin. He wouldn’t even know where to start, let alone how to touch you. Although, Dogma knows you’re the type who would be eager to teach him. Could he ever kriff you like that? Pounding you deep and hard, making you cum untouched like Rex is right now?
With that, Rex lets out a long and deep groan, slamming his cock deep and spilling inside of you. Dogma firmly grasps the base of his cock to prevent himself from climaxing when Rex pulls out of you, revealing your used cunt, dripping with his load. How he longs to be in that position, filling his General up like it’s nobody’s business!
Now, the issues really begin to arise. You and Rex have finished your business, and now that you’re distracted cleaning each other up, Dogma has the perfect opportunity to sneak away. He needs to get his ass out of there now!
Pulling his under armour up and into place, Dogma begins searching for his codpiece. He could have sworn that he left it between his feet, yet it’s nowhere to be seen! It doesn’t help that the ship is dark, and somewhat cluttered with your personal belongings, but it was right there, wasn’t it?
Rummaging around, Dogma walks straight into his worst nightmare. He bends down to retrieve what he thought was his codpiece, but after realising that nope, that’s not it, he bangs his head on an overhead pipe.
DONG!
The sound is loud enough to be heard throughout the campsite, so undoubtedly, you and Rex overheard it! “Who’s there?” you question as you whip around, no longer sharing a few final kisses with Rex before exiting the ship to face your Troops. Instead, you’re darting across the cockpit to push a few buttons, lighting the ship’s hull within an instant.
And you’re met with an unbelievable sight…
One hand rubbing his bruising forehead, Dogma makes eye contact with you. The fear is apparent, given that all the colour has drained from his face, and he looks just about ready to collapse.
Rex speaks up before you can, simply questioning, “Dogma?”
No reply. He’s getting sweatier by the minute, so sweaty that his face tattoo might just melt away!
“Dogma?” you repeat his name. Before you can even finish your next sentence, Dogma begins begging for forgiveness. “What were you doin-”
“-I’m sorry!” He practically yells. “I didn’t mean to! I was sent to look for you two, and I just… it happened, alright?!”
Tears are threatening to spill from Dogma’s waterline. To him, this is the end of it all. No doubt, he’ll be blackmailed into keeping his mouth shut (not that it would open anyway,) then sent off for decommissioning.
“-Dogma, it’s alright!” you cut his apology short. “We’re not mad, okay?”
“I don’t believe you,” Dogma replies, firmly shaking his head.
“She means it,” Rex chimes in. “We’re not mad. Nothing is going to happen to you, understood, Trooper?”
Still as white as a ghost, Dogma sheepishly nods his head, begrudgingly accepting both of your reassurance. You might not decommission him, but you will certainly punish him, seeing as he was getting off to your little shenanigans.
Bridging the gap, you approach him. Dogma refuses to make eye contact, keeping his head down and arms at his side. He’s more than embarrassed - he feels like his soul has left his body, and you’re certainly not going to help him retrieve it. Or so, he thinks.
You look back at Rex, who remains in the cockpit, before turning back to Dogma. A hand comes up to gently cup his chin, forcing him to look forward, although his eyes remain down, refusing to look at you.
“Look at me, Dogma,” you order. It takes him a few seconds, followed by a large gulp of air, before Dogma can finally meet your gaze. His stomach is churning away, threatening to throw up his ration bars, all whilst his body begins shaking from pure fear.
“What were you doing?” you ask.
Dogma yanks his chin from your grasp, returning his gaze to the floor, yet he doesn’t run away. His body is failing him, glueing his feet to the floor, unable to escape this madness.
“Dogma,” you say his name, but with sternness. The Trooper in question ignores you, his fingertips fidgeting with each other as his nerves control his every movement.
After letting out a deep sigh, you fall back onto a method that you hate doing. Dogma is a soldier, and seeing as you’re his General, he has to follow your every order.
“Stand at attention,” you order. Automatically, Dogma snaps upright, his arms falling to his sides as his eyes look forwards, straight past you. It’s not eye contact, but it’s better than the whimpering state he was in before.
“To repeat myself, Trooper, you are not in trouble. No harm is going to come your way, but that doesn’t mean that you won’t be questioned. Understood?”
“Understood, General,” Dogma agrees with a firm nod. There’s still fear deep within his eyes, although you notice that his breathing is beginning to relax. It’s not much, but it’s progress.
“And Captain,” Rex chimes in. He’s moved from the cockpit, taking his place beside you and Dogma. Rex is essentially in the background, but his presence is known.
“And Captain,” Dogma corrects himself.
Rex lets out a soft, “good,” before letting you continue.
After sending Rex a scolding look, you silently browse Dogma’s form before speaking up again. “I want to know what you were doing, Trooper. Don’t skip out on any details.”
Dogma gulps. He lets out an uneasy breath, and with much difficulty, begins his confession. “Like I said before, the other Troopers ordered me to go and find you both so that we could go over the next stages of the mission. When I boarded your ship, I was completely unaware of what I’d find. The cockpit door was wide open, and I… stumbled upon you two…”
“That would be my fault,” Rex chuckles. “I got a little carried away, forgot to secure the area before diving right in.”
“You have such a way with words,” you sigh, earning another chuckle from Rex. “Do continue, Trooper.”
Dogma pauses once more, only this time, he makes eye contact. There’s a silent plea deep within his gaze, but you don’t let up. After a few seconds of silence, and accepting his fate, Dogma continues.
“I… you two… It was so… out there in the open, and I couldn’t help but watch. I know I shouldn’t have! But… I don’t know what came over me, I was so engulfed in it…”
This time, you’re the silent one. You raise a brow, questioning Dogma’s words. You’re well aware how straight edge he is, sometimes being called uptight by the other Troopers. But to become that engulfed in seeing people have sex? Has this man ever seen it before?
Well, what if he hasn’t? There must be a reason why the other Troopers tease him, calling him a virgin, and every other innocent name under the sun. Maker, has Dogma even seen boobs before?!
“Are you…” your words fall flat, and you put thought into how to word this. “Dogma, I know you don’t… do that stuff, but you have seen people having sex before, right? Holoporn, or something like that?”
Dogma’s colour begins to fade again, and suddenly, you understand why Dogma became so engrossed. “I don’t… uh, Kamino doesn’t have access to such things. We’re discouraged when it comes to… intimacy. I know the other Troopers tend to watch it, but I…”
“Interesting,” you sigh. Crossing your arms across your chest, you playfully bounce on your heels before straightening your figure. All this prying is rather fascinating, and dare you admit it, but it’s giving you… ideas.
“Tell me,” you speak up again. “What were you doing whilst you were watching your superiors having sex?”
“Superiors,” Rex repeats the word under his breath. “You don’t need to be that mean to him.”
“A little reminder doesn’t hurt,” you shrug, enjoying the sight of Dogma squirming from embarrassment.
Dogma’s lips remain sealed, but after giving him a look, they finally open. “Please don’t make me talk about it,” he begs, clasping his hands together in front of his chest.
“We need those details, Trooper,” you smirk. Rex remains silent, but he’s well aware how much you’re enjoying this.
A pained groan slips from Dogma’s lips, followed by a frustrated huff. “If you must know…” his words trail into a sigh, and Dogma scrunches his eyes shut before continuing. “I was touching myself! I know I shouldn’t have, but everything was so… much, and I couldn’t watch and do nothing about it!”
To your surprise, Rex speaks up before you can. “You could have turned around, and walked away. Not only did you stay and watch, but you also pleasured yourself to it.”
“I know I should have walked away! But like I said, I’ve never seen that before… and… and-”
“That’s enough,” you end his sputtering with a gentle wave of your hand. Dogma watches as you turn to Rex, and silently make your intentions clear. His eyes flicker between you two, somehow talking without using words. The conversation ends with Rex shrugging before giving you a small nod, agreeing to something.
You return your focus to Dogma, who doesn’t hide his panicked expression. His demeanour worsens as you take a step forward, bridging the already small gap between your bodies. You’re mere inches from him, close enough to feel his short and uneasy breaths on your cheeks, them only worsening as more time passes.
For once, Dogma doesn’t look away from your gaze. He allows your eyes to meet his, seeing through every layer of fear that possesses his body. When you finally speak, Dogma is just about ready to pass out, but adrenalin keeps him going.
“Did you enjoy watching your superiors have sex?”
Dogma remains silent, but you don’t need verbal confirmation to know the answer. “I mean, you were getting off to us,” you coo.
To everybody’s surprise, your hand moves forward, and a palm is introduced to Dogma’s crotch. He gasps, his head falling down to look at the sight - you’re palming his soft cock through his under armour, all whilst you’re teasing him in a rather alluring tone.
“I know you enjoyed it, Dogma. That much is clear,” you continue, causing Dogma to look at you once more. “But I can tell that you didn’t get to finish, you poor thing,” you say with a soft click of your tongue.
“General?” Dogma pants, questioning what the kriff is going on. A minute ago, his knees were ready to collapse, falling to his pit of doom. And now, you’re causing his cock to harden, twitching away under the thin layer of clothing.
“Don’t interrupt her, Trooper,” Rex chimes in. Kriff! Dogma had totally forgotten Rex was there. His hands are clasped behind his back, chest puffed out, with a stern expression on his face. Is Dogma really going to stand here and allow his General to toy with him whilst his Captain watches? Is this what they silently agreed to moments ago?
“Eyes on me,” you order, your free hand coming up to draw his face back to yours. “Rex is there to ensure you stay in line. You are one of his men, after all.”
For some reason, Dogma catches himself nodding in agreement. He’s enjoying this, far more than he’s willing to admit, but his fully erect cock is telling you all that you need to know.
“How about you show me what you were playing with, hm?” you suggest, giving Dogma the opportunity to back out, if he wants to.
Instead, Dogma slowly frees his cock, letting it spring from its confinement. He lets out an embarrassing whimper when you wrap your hand around it, one hand lunging forward to grasp your arm, almost as if he’s scared about what’s in store for him.
“At ease, Trooper,” you order. Dogma can’t help but follow it, parting his legs whilst his hands clasp together behind his back. His back straightens for all of three seconds, slumping over as soon as you begin slowly jerking him.
“You’re so good at following orders,” you praise. Such a compliment never fails to drive Dogma crazy, and your words flow straight down to his cock. “But I still want to know what you were thinking about whilst you were watching your Captain kriff me…”
Licking his lips, Dogma mustered up the courage to speak. “I was thinking about… being in his position…”
“Don’t forget Rex’s ranking, Trooper,” you correct him.
“Sorry. About being in the Captain’s position, General,” Dogma corrects his mistake, earning a pleasing movement from your hand. Once more, he whines; there’s no point in holding back, not now that he’s in this position.
“Finding yourself in that position would be… almost unattainable, but not completely impossible. Rex is the one who you need to ask, not me.”
Dogma sends a pathetic pleading expression Rex’s way, but he’s met with a stern look. “I’ll think about it,” Rex responds. “As for now, your primary objective is making the General happy.”
“Yes, Captain,” Dogma agrees with an eager nod. His breaths are becoming heavier the more you play with him, and you question how long he was going at it before you caught him. The poor man could have been edging himself the entire time, and whilst you and Rex were only having a quickie, that’s far too long for an inexperienced man.
“If Rex doesn’t agree, I’m sure I can convince him to let you watch,” you tease the idea, dangling it in front of his face like a forbidden fruit. “I know you’d enjoy that, seeing as you’ve already done it.”
“I wouldn’t mind having him watch,” Rex says with a shrug. “But I won’t be gentle with you,” he directs his words to you, filling your mind with the idea. How wonderful it would be to have your Captain pounding the life out of you, all whilst innocent Dogma watches, cock in hand, so desperate to get his fill. He’ll take whatever he can get, and right now, that consists of you jerking him off in the hull of your ship.
“I know you’re already excited about that idea,” you tease.
“I am,” Dogma eagerly nods, and swiftly adds, “General,” before he can be called out on his lack of respect.
You smile, and whilst maintaining eye contact, you send a trail of spit down onto Dogma’s cock. It hits the tip spot-on, slicking up the rest of his shaft as you continue pumping him. Dogma’s knees threaten to buckle yet again, but he somehow manages to maintain his composure, hands still clasped behind his back.
With a hungry gaze, Dogma watches you jerk him off, his wet cock shining in the hull’s lighting. He’s never seen himself like this before - desperate, pathetic, willing to do anything for release. Dare he admit it, but he loves it. Maybe this is what he’s needed all along - a gentle hand to guide him. If only the other Troopers could see him now… Dogma may be a virgin, but who’s the one being jerked off by the General?
“G-general?” Dogma sputters, failing to meet your gaze. It’s disrespectful, but given the state that he’s in, you decide to go easy on it.
“Speak,” you grant him.
“Please… if it isn’t any hassle… please may I…”
“You may,” you agree with a nod. Dogma just about explodes the second that he’s given permission, spilling all over your hand, a few rogue drops meeting the floor below.
Falling out of line, Dogma finds himself resting against you. His forehead meets your shoulder, although he manages to keep his hand behind his back. He’s trying to be a good soldier - your good soldier, but any Trooper would fail to stay at ease when being milked by their General, even Rex!
Rather than scolding him, you help him through it. “It’s alright. You did so good for me, Dogma. What a good soldier,” you coo, allowing him one final round of satisfaction.
When all the wind has been knocked from Dogma’s lungs, he straightens his back - or attempts to, seeing as he’s struggling to keep it together during his post orgasm haze. Your hand moves away from him, and using the force, you summon a towel to clean yourselves up with. “That was fun, wasn’t it?” you ask whilst drying Dogma’s length.
“Very fun, General,” Dogma agrees with a nod. Even Rex chimes in. “You did a good job at maintaining your composure, for a first timer,” he jabs.
“Appreciate it, Captain,” Dogma responds.
Once dry, he tucks himself away. “We’re serious about that offer, just so you know,” you inform him whilst retrieving his long-lost codpiece.
“Y-you are?” Dogma stutters, and struggles to fix the missing armour into place, soon requiring your assistance.
“Yes,” you confirm. Once more, Dogma looks as if he’s about to pass out. Not only did he manage to worm his way out of decommissioning, but he was rewarded for his curiosity too! Dogma can’t help but question if you knew about his prying eyes all along, giving you the opportunity to bring him into the mix.
“But I haven’t decided on anything else, yet,” Rex butts in, putting Dogma back down into his place. Dogma keeps his gaze on you, dreading the expression that Rex possibly holds.
“Still, you can watch the action. And remember, Rex is a Captain; his performance is far higher than any regular Trooper. Don’t let it get to you.”
After a wink, you leave Dogma to it. Rex follows suit, retrieving his helmet from a nearby crate, and holds it snug under his arm. To anybody outside, you’re two superiors casually exiting a ship, ready to rally the men and discuss your next series of attacks.
Before your feet meet the earth, you turn back to poor Dogma. “Come and join us once you’re ready,” you order, leaving him to stand there and process what’s just happened.
No longer in his superior’s line of sight, Dogma takes a seat on a nearby crate, narrowly avoiding that same pipe from earlier that he banged his head on. A series of heavy sighs flow from his lips, and his mind spins in a whirlwind of confusion.
No need to look for me farm boy, I'm at a party tonight. No you can't come, this private celebration with Darmas. Let Risha know I'll be here late, so she's in charge tonight. You have the day off, so enjoy it.
People really act like all these young women are not opportunistic 😂
Yes, they are young but let's not pretend they don't have a motive when hooking up with a famous and rich musicians and if you think Till and Richard are not aware of that, then I don't know what to tell you.
And yes, Margaux was young but she was not 17 when they started hooking up. Clearly, you were not around for when that drama started, but it was not in 1999.
Should they date someone closer to their age? Sure. But everyone is more than legal age and both sides are very well aware of each others intentions. Let's not police people when it's not necessary.
Private Affairs - (Smut) - Squares - Secret Relationship & Quote: “It looks better on you anyway.”
Summary: Bucky and Reader have a secret relationship that they don’t want to share with anyone.
All That Remains Is Us - (Fluff) Squares - Sworn off Relationships & Quote: “I’m not losing you again.”
Summary: When John breaks up with you suddenly, you swear off all future relationships to your best friend, Steve. But what if the man you’re meant to be with was your best friend all along?
Thank you for allowing me to join and write these fics for you. I had a blast.
