Hiii hope ur great. Would you write something for Mansk and human reader? Personally I see him as someone quiet, not the timid type buuuut i get the feeling that he'd get all shy and awkward with the person he likes 😌 my hc for him is that he keeps the shades even in the bedroom... I think having your first time together would be a really hot experience but also very tender
Hellooo dear Anonymoussss! I've never written Mansk so this is a lovely little challenge. Here’s the little tidbit that your request inspired me to write.
Please don't hesitate to send me another request and to let me know your thoughts! Mansk is a hottie and offers many character possibilities (to me that feels just as daunting as a very well established character!). It also felt nice to write a different character and to write something short & sweet. Hopefully you enjoy what I have to offer.
> The setting for this Smutty Request is one of Bridgehead’s research labs, late at night. 😉
Enjoy babes xoxo
Nervous
>>> shy Mansk, the shades stay ON 😎, sweet, first time
Pairing : Recom Mansk x (female) Human Reader
Word count : 1.7k
“You don’t mind? If I…“ he trailed off, gesturing towards his sunglasses.
“Keep the shades on?” you finished for him.
Mansk visibly gulped. “Yeah?” he said, his answer somehow sounding like a question.
The poor guy seemed nervous, constantly fidgeting and biting the inside of his lip.
You found it extremely endearing.
A sly smile spread on your lips, fingers reaching out to playfully tug at the bottom of his t-shirt. “I don’t mind… Actually, I find it pretty sexy.” you admitted, voice low, gazing up at him through your lashes.
The RDA had only a few remaining scientists and you were one of them. Mansk and yourself had crossed paths years ago back in Hell’s Gate, when Dr. Augustine was still alive and you worked on her team. The marine had caught your eye and you’d always secretly been happy whenever he was part of the SecOps personnel assigned to your sorties. Your crush had never lead to anything however, the tension steadily building between the two of you, until very recently when he’d found you working late one night in the lab. Nothing had happened again (annoyingly), what with a colleague or two still present, but you’d made sure to tell him to visit you again in hopes that you’d finally get your chance to break the ice. It had certainly been uncanny to see him as a Recombinant, although you’d surprised yourself by still finding him just as attractive as when he was human.
Currently you had no idea where all your confidence was coming from, but your theory was that his nervousness emboldened you. Usually you were a timid person, unlike Mansk who simply kept to himself, but with him you were… more open. There was something about him, apart from his looks, that had always drawn you in. He was a simple man, quiet and uncomplicated, and brighter than he let show.
His brows shot up, peeking out from behind his shades. “Really?” he asked. He seemed both simultaneously surprised and relieved.
“Yeah… Really.” you repeated, letting your hand slide under his shirt. You felt him visibly tense under your touch, freezing as your fingertips and palm pressed on his skin. The material of his shirt was soft, his skin was soft too and he felt warm, very warm. It all made you want to press yourself against him and melt in his arms.
“Mansk.” you murmured, getting closer to him as your hand slid further up under his shirt, with the other wrapping around to rest on his lower back. He was so tall in comparison to you that your face reached slightly above his hips, and now that you were pressing yourself against him you could feel just how excited he was, his erection straining against his fatigues under your neck and chin. “Kiss me.” you whispered as you started pressing your lips right where you knew the head of his cock was.
Talk about the perfect height.
You’d never been so bold before, but you could feel your excitement growing stronger with every minute that he didn’t touch you back, and it was driving you crazy.
“Shit.” he cursed under his breath. His large hand immediately found your hair. Surprisingly enough his hips didn’t jerk back and his touch was gentle.
Looks like he had great self control.
It turned you on even more.
“Mansk.” you whispered again, your hands exploring every dip and ridge of his muscles. You loved how natural it felt to say his name. “I’m not made of glass. You can touch me back you know?” you added, teasing him even more by lightly grazing your nails on his skin.
He held back a moan, letting out a sharp exhale through his nose. “What if I hurt you? I’m so… big.” he hesitated.
Your hands had found their way back in front, playing with the button and zipper of his fatigues. “Is that really a bad thing?” you murmured, shamelessly nuzzling and rubbing him through his pants now.
“F-For me to hurt you?!” he sputtered.
“No.” you said, chuckling. “Is it really so bad for you to be big?” you clarified, still giggling a bit.
He had a dumbfounded look on his face. “Oh. Yeah that makes more sense.” he answered sheepishly. His cheeks had a slight purple tint.
Adorable.
You grinned wildly up at him and the two of you simultaneously burst out into laughter.
“You’re too sweet,—” you murmured, your smile fading as your laughter died down “— but right now I need you.” You let your gaze trail down the length of his body. “I want you, Mansk. You won’t make me beg, right?” you asked, your eyes snapping back up at him with a serious look on your face.
“Of course not!” he immediately exclaimed. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want.” He was gently petting your head now, his large hand bringing you a strange sense of comfort. As strong and large as he was compared to you, he had a way of making you feel protected rather than in danger.
“And what about the things I want to do? Or that I want you to do?” you purred, your hand reaching up to his and slowly pulling it down towards your face.
“I don’t… I don’t think…” Mansk trailed off, at a loss of words as he watched you slip one of his fingers into your mouth. The pad of his finger was rough against your tongue, the large digit taking up three times as much space as any human finger would. You swirled your tongue slowly around it, looking straight up at him before sliding another one in. With just two fingers he filled your mouth. You made sure to groan around him, letting him feel the vibrations and imagine what it would feel like if it were his cock in your mouth instead. His breathing was ragged, his lips pressed into a thing line as he stayed still as stone.
You pulled off from his fingers with a slick pop. “What’re you thinking about?” you asked him quietly. He was so tall you had your neck craned back just to be able to look at his face.
He cocked his head. “What do you mean?”
You smirked. “Well… The quiet ones always think the most. So, what’re you thinking about?”
He blushed. “I’m just—“ he passed his free hand through his hair, sighing in frustration “— we should’ve done this before. When we were… y’know, the same size.”
“I know you won’t hurt me.” you told him again.
Mansk stayed quiet, deep in thought.
“You haven’t even kissed me yet.” you pressed on, pulling on his t-shirt in a poor attempt to distract him and make him lean down. “How many times does a gal have to ask?” you added playfully.
Mansk let out a nervous chuckle. “I gotta admit, you’re hard to say no too.” He had a small smile on his face, and although you couldn’t see his eyes you knew he probably had a tender look too.
He let out a long breath. “Fuck.” he cursed, shaking his head and chuckling again as he finally gave in, cupping your face in his hands and bending down to kiss you.
A quiet moan escaped you, the feeling of Mansk’s lips against yours creating a mixture of relief and hunger for more. He kissed you gingerly, like if you could break easily and needed to he handled with the greatest of care. It was touching to see someone who cared so much about your wellbeing, but you could feel just how much he was holding back due to his fear.
It felt limiting to an extent that wasn’t needed.
“How much do you want me?” you murmured against his lips.
“So much.” was his immediate answer, his breath hot on your mouth.
“Then show me.” you demanded, digging your nails into his shirt as you gave his lower lip a sharp bite. “Show me how much you want me.”
You heard him let out the faintest of gasps, taken aback by your sudden roughness. You’d figured that maybe some light roughhousing from your part would help convince him not to worry so much about hurting you.
It worked.
He kissed you back with more fervour, his tongue slipping past your lips and sliding against yours. You moaned into the kiss, arching back as you held onto the front of his shirt, finally getting exactly what you wanted.
You let your mouth wander, breaking the kiss to slowly trail your lips along his jaw, down his neck. A low, stifled moan escaped him.
He was still holding back.
“Take me back to your quarters.” you suddenly demanded, your face still in the crook of his neck. You felt so comfortable in his arms, it made you want to stay there forever.
He gave your waist a small squeeze. “You sure?” he asked, sounding both hopeful and cautious.
“Very.” you mumbled, licking and sucking at the skin of his neck. He tasted and smelled good, like soap and the smell of the forest after rain. It made you wonder what his cock would taste like. “Yeah. We need to go somewhere private—“ you explained between teasing kisses and licks “— so I can hear you moan. And you can hear me too, when you stuff me with those thick fingers of yours.”
You felt him gulp under your lips.
Certainly he could feel how hard you were smilling against his skin.
You stepped back, looking up at him as you took his hand. “Let’s go?” you asked, cocking your head.
He let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah. Just… give me a minute.” he said, looking down at his crotch.
It was obvious how hard he was.
The sight made you bite your lip in anticipation.
Tonight would be a fun night.
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