🦕 Commander Mills x female reader
🔞 NSFW
⚠️ CW // skinny dipping, praise, waterfall sex
✏️ 2.8k words
Between securing shelter, exploring your surroundings, and running from creatures you still can’t believe exist in this world, it has been an endlessly stressful, restless three days since the crash.
"This way," Commander Mills says. He marks another tree as you both turn right down a semi-clear path lined on either side in trees, palms, shrubs. You follow and walk together for another half-mile or so.
You hear it before he does.
"Oh my god," you gasp, reaching for his wrist.
Mills steps in front of you, gun ready. "What?"
His instinct to protect you makes your body vibrate. A warmth spreads throughout you that you haven't felt in years prior to crashing in this god-forsaken place. You know it's wildly inappropriate fantasizing about a man who spends every second of every day and night protecting you and trying to get you home...
"Through here," he says, using his corded forearm to push a palm frond out of the way for you.
...but then his eyes do that thing when they look at you, and then that sexy strand of hair falls into his eye, and his hands are just so /so/ big.
"Mills," you gasp, but he's already a step ahead, slipping out of his gun strap, and dropping it to the ground.
Before you... is paradise.
It's a blue lagoon shaded by a canopy of palm leaves and lush, greenery. It's crystal-clear water and ample protection provided by the mountain behind. It's several thin streams of rushing water cascading from the cliffs above and into the pool below. It's...
Mills's chiseled back as he strips his shirt while approaching the water.
He falls to his knees at the shore and cups water into both of his massive hands, then lifts them to his mouth.
"It's fresh," he announces, looking over his shoulder. "I think it’s a cold spring."
He turns back to the oasis and you take the opportunity to drop your own pack, your gun, your knife.
He must hear you unzip your pants because he turns to look, but stops himself.
"S-sorry," he mutters, his attention returning to what he can gather in his paws and slurp down. (It's a lot).
"Don't mention it," you say, shucking your shirt and padding toward the water in just your bra and panties... the same ones you'd been wearing since the crash.
And you know a bra is impractical in a post-apocalyptic, dinosaur infested, Jumanji-land, but... surely he'd notice that despite the heat, humidity, and relative discomfort of this location, your nipples are consistently as hard as diamonds.
"How is it?" he asks as you wade deeper into the lagoon.
You turn, just as your breasts disappear beneath the cool water, and clench when you realize his eyes are mid-snap from your chest to your face. Despite the naturally cool spring, you're warm all over again.
"It's perfect," you moan, dunking your head under.
"I'll keep watch," he says when you resurface. "Enjoy."
He clearly wants to. A bud of hope blooms inside of you that the cool water isn't the only reason he's considering joining. "I can go after you're done."
You frown and without warning, slap your hand across the water to splash him.
Mills feigns offense as you do it again and he wastes no time in unzipping his own pants.
You squeeze your legs together like you do when you talk yourself out of letting your hand wander at night. When it's his turn to sleep and you're taking watch. When his soft snores consume your thoughts and make you wish you were lying next to him, against him, with his arm caging you in, keeping you safe.
His black boxer-briefs and happy trail disappear beneath the water as he wades closer. You float onto your back, close your eyes, and attempt to picture anything over than the definition and contour between each abdominal muscle.
"Please tell me you remember how to get here," you say, dropping your feet to find the sandy bottom. It's a bit shallower than you remember, and standing upright, the water only reaches your ribs.
Mills's eyes drop and his jaw clenches when he takes in your soaked bra, water droplets racing over the swells of the tops of your breasts, and getting trapped in the lace at the top.
All things considered, if you were doomed to one bra for an apocalyptic eternity, at least you're wearing a cute, lacy black one.
He clears his throat and looks at your face. "Yes, I remember."
His voice is low, eyes dark. You don't hide beneath the water.
The closest waterfall is just off to the right and as much as you'd love to stand there and have the sexiest man you've ever seen ogle your t!ts, a natural waterfall might be just what you need to truly cool you down.
"Where are you going?" he asks as you swim away.
"To check this out!" you reply, reaching the cascading water and giggling as it beats down on your head. The sandy bottom supports your feet as you tip your head back and let it pull your hair away from your face.
He smiles and makes his way over before placing his hand beneath the cascading water to catch it in his palm. Then, he ducks his head under, groaning as it beats down on his head, neck, and back.
You practically watch his tension melt away as his shoulders drop away from his ears.
You swim a little closer.
You crouch down until the water reaches your neck and take some into your mouth, maintaining eye contact as you spit it out. He watches you intently but must not notice your arm bent behind your back because as soon as the cups of your bra float to the surface, his eyes widen.
"Is this okay?" you ask, removing the straps from both arms. "I'm just sick of it."
"Yeah," he says immediately. "I get it. I mean... I don't but... fine. 's fine."
His voice breaks when he says 'fine,' for the second time and you begin to wonder what he thinks of you.
Admittedly, when you fling your bra onto a nearby rock, you hope he thinks you have nice tits.
Mills clears his throat. "Any chance you're sick of your panties?" He jokes.
"Now that you mention it," you say, already working the elastic around your hips.
He notices your arms shifting. He says your name. His gorgeous mouth over-pronounces every syllable. "I was kidding, I... it was a joke. I never want to make you uncomfortable."
"You didn't," you assure him, kicking your legs free.
You lift your panties out of the water with one finger before tossing them to the side. The tiny garment clops loudly against the rock and he clears his throat.
"Yeah, well," you start. "The lagoon is only partially to blame."
Suddenly, you find yourself wrapped around him as he grabs your hips with both hands and pulls you close. His body is so hard, so solid.
"Commander!" you say with a smirk.
Mills growls, pressing his face to your sternum, his nose preventing his lips from reaching your skin.
"Tell me. What else has you so wet?" he asks as you lock your ankles around his lower back.
"I think you know," you whisper.
"Say it." It's a command.
You swallow and look into his eyes. "You."
Mills groans and lifts his head to kiss your lips.
You can't help it. A moan immediately escapes from deep in your throat as your body processes what's happening:
Mills's big body holding yours secure, his plush lips working yours open so his tongue can find yours, his hands digging into your hips and pressing you down so your bare pxssy rubs against the bulge you'd spotted earlier.
"Please, Mills," you beg into his mouth, shaking from how desperately you need him, as you pull away.
You dip down to capture his mouth in another kiss and his hands immediately roam to your ass, making you whimper as he squeezes you, holds you steady with one hand, and lets the opposite wander up your torso to cup your breast.
His mouth catches your moans as he massages your flesh and gently pinches your nipple. You're helpless as you grind your center against him, desperate for some semblance of friction to ease the incessant ache that shouldn't even be there considering you've been fighting for your life the past three days...
But there's something about him.
"Mills," you gasp as he releases the hold on your breast and shifts down to rub between your legs.
"You're fucking soaked," he says, fingers slip-sliding through your folds.
"Uh huh," you agree, grinding down onto him.
"Who did this to you?" he demands.
"Did I?" He smirks. “I only kissed you, Baby.”
"Thinking of you," you amend.
"Thinking of what?" A finger grazes your entrance and you gasp as you attempt to line yourself up. He manages to pull away, his teasing finger shifting to trace the crease where your thigh meets your hip.
"They're so big and strong," you admit. "And your fingers are so thick. Makes me wonder what they're capable of. And how they'd feel..."
He hums thoughtfully as a finger finds your entrance once more, barely applying pressure.
"These fingers?" Mills confirms. "Here?"
"Fuck," he groans into the crook of your neck as he slides a fingertip inside. "So tight, Baby. Not sure how we're gonna get my cock in this tight little pxssy. But we'll make it fit."
It's embarrassing how close you are, considering he's barely touched you and only has half of a finger inside of you. But between the stress, the chaos, and the inappropriate pining, your body is so /so/ ready to feel good.
"Please, more," you moan.
A second finger joins the first beneath the water and you gasp, moan, and cry out all at once when he pulls them back and thrusts them inside.
He keeps his rhythm consistent as he kisses your neck, your collar bone, your breasts. You've more or less surrendered your entire body to whatever he wants to do to it, so you're grateful he's holding you tight.
"Come for me, Baby," he coos when you start grinding against his hand. "I can feel you're close... squeezing my fingers with this perfect, hot, tight pxssy. Fuck, Baby. My c0ck is so jealous right now."
"Ohh!" you cry out as his fingers curl forward toward your front wall and the heel of his hand rubs your c|it just right. Desperate to keep the angle, you lean into him, grinding down on him, moaning, panting, heart racing, as your orgasm tears through you, sending pleasure into every last bit of you.
Mills slows his hand but keeps moving, bringing you down from your high as your head falls back and he takes the opportunity to wrap his hot mouth around a nipple, sucking at it and injecting more pleasure into your already convulsing, overwhelmed body.
"Atta girl," Mills coos against your breast, lifting his eyes to look up at you. "Think you're even wetter after that. Wish I could taste ya, Baby."
"Later," you say hurriedly as you reach between you for his underwear. He shucks them down one-handed as best he can and as soon as your hand wraps around his thick, hard, ready c0ck, you gasp.
"I told you we're gonna have to make it fit," he says with a smirk.
And something about this talented, protective, humble man admitting he knows he's got a huge d!ck just… does something to you.
"Please fuck me," you purr in his ear, letting him shift your pelvis back so he can line up his length. “Commander.”
He growls when you nip at his earlobe and the tip slides inside of you.
"Fuck, Baby. I'm gonna split you in two," he says, taking a bracing step backwards.
Suddenly, you find yourselves beneath the cascading waterfall, clinging to his shoulders, and giggling as he kisses you, pressing in a bit more.
He stops to look around briefly and ultimately decides to carry you up onto the shore at the backside of the waterfall. You groan as he slips out of you and he chuckles. "Gimme one second, Baby. I gotcha."
Carefully, he lays you down in the sand and crawls between your legs, planting a hand on each knee to spread you wide. Instinctively, you want to close them. He's staring so intently, you almost feel self-conscious, but then he presses his thumb to your slick flesh and swallows as his eyes scan your body.
"You're beautiful," Mills tells you. "Fucking gorgeous, I'm... I can't believe you're letting me touch you like this."
Your back arches and the sand collecting in your hair will be well-worth it.
"You can touch me anywhere," you tell him. "Everywhere."
He slides his middle finger inside of you and it feels thicker, longer than it had in the water. When he pulls it out, it's covered in your slick, and he makes eye contact with you while popping it into his mouth.
He savors it while you remain laid out in front of him, your own gaze locked on his huge, hard c0ck bobbing, teasing.
"So sweet, Baby," he says.
Then, he's wrapping his arms around your spread thighs and yanking you closer. His massive hands support your ass as he lifts you to line your entrance up with his c0ck.
"Ohh, god. Yes," you pant as your walls struggle to contain him.
The stretch as he bottoms out is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.
It’s a tight fit, especially when he plants a hand on your lower abdomen and allows you to truly feel the pressure of every movement.
"Don't stop," you tell him as he picks up the pace, both of you keeping an eye on the bulge in your lower abdomen. "Do this to me forever."
He chuckles as he readjusts, planting one hand on the sand next to you and keeping the opposite on your ass so he can pull your body in every time he thrusts.
He's hitting you so deep, you're not convinced he isn't hitting your lungs. At least, it feels that way, with the way he's forcing air out of you.
"So good, you... you feel so good, Commander," you purr and he seemingly loses his mind at that.
Mills's eyes darken as seemingly every muscle in his body bulges simultaneously. His fingers dig into your ass cheek as he thrusts harder into you. Spray from the nearby waterfall mists you both as his body pleasures yours, leaving a shiny sheen across your skin.
"You feel fucking incredible," he grunts as the sand beneath you caresses your body.
You can tell his rhythm is faltering a bit as he picks up the pace.
"Can you come again?" he asks, panting.
"Do it," he commands. "Touch yourself, Baby. Come on my c0ck."
Mills gaze is focused, intently zoned in on his c0ck as it slides in and out of you, and your fingers drawing circles into your swollen, throbbing c|it.
"That's it, Baby. Doing so good. You feel perfect.... I'm close, Baby. I'm close. Come for me..."
With his encouragement and deeper-than-ever thrusts while he chases his own release, you soon find yourself barreling over the cliff of pleasure as your orgasm crescendos. Your intimate walls squeeze his c0ck tight as he fights to stay inside of you, uses every ounce of strength within him as his face turns red, his jaw falls open, and the veins in his neck bulge over you.
"Yes!" he roars, accentuating each word with a deep thrust. "Fuck... Baby... god... so... fucking... good... UNGHHHHH."
You moan as his hips fuse to yours and hardly pull back before pushing deeper, deeper, deeper. The pressure is insurmountable but your waiting c*nt takes all of his warm cum as deeply as possible until he collapses over you in a hot, glistening, panting heap.
"Mmmm, Commander," you purr. "That was-"
"Yeah," he agrees, still out of breath, but suddenly more desperate than ever to kiss you.
"Aren't you glad you joined me instead of taking watch?" you tease, dragging your nails up and down his back.
He chuckles against your sweaty neck and presses a kiss there, too.
“So glad, Baby,” he coos, nudging his nose against yours. “I’ll be joining you every time.”
