Rehman Dakait NSFW Alphabets
SMUT
MDNI
Rehman Dakait x Reader
Disclaimer - Work of Fiction.
Warning - Smut, MDNI.
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A (After-care) - Rehman for a man being dwelled in extreme wrath and oftentimes gruesome violence, his take on aftercare publicly seems almost impossible. Yet contradicting his reputation he treats you like a droplet of gentle dew on a fallen leaf. Shower, bath, massage, you name it he does it. The plethora of kisses are no surprise. He worships you for trusting his bloodied will with your precious and almost porcelain (According to him) like body. You are his religion and he is a hopeless devotee.
B (Body Language) – Expression of emotions are almost void when it comes to Rehman. His regular stoic self does not falter often, expect for when you exist even in his slightest proximity. He is a sick man for anything that is you. He buys you flowers for you to put on your curly flow of hair. In bed whenever your intoxicating self nears him, he ends up sitting with a painful erection. You smile, he’s hard, you touch him to wave him off to work, welp! He’s hard. Though not very vocal when bothered yet his slight groans against your warm skin and the blow of equally warm “I know exactly what you are trying to do” is enough to make your knees buckle and fall on the same to please him.
C (Cum) – Rehman is a mad man when it comes to finishing in you. He likes to call you his “Sweet Little Dump”. He would fold you in half pressing your soft thighs against your milky breast pressing them further making spill as his veiny hand round your throat, his girth would split you in an unrecognizable mess as he pumped you full of his seeds. He made sure to keep it stuffed in you with followed languid thrusts. Oftentimes a small bulge would protrude on your lower tummy entirely owing to the amount of time he had pumped deep in you. What amused him was when you’d fall limp under with the bulge threatening to seep out of you, his hand would travel down your navel pressing on it softy making you squirt out his release. “fakr hona chahiye tumhe sher-e-baloch ne apnaya hai tumhe” he would growl out as a sense of marking you from inside out.
D (Desperation) – Rehman stroked his ego more than anything. His pride was very expensive to him and you knew exactly how to use it in your favour. He loved to watch you squirm in desperation for his slightest touch. His eyes would follow the rise and fall of your soft breathing chest as the cleavage of yours (which you OFC did not intentionally put on display) glistened with a layer of your sweat owing to your desperate attempts of making him touch you. Your soft mumble against his ear as he worked on trading lives “Jaan, I need you” crumbled his composure like none. In a blink he would be leaning against the doorframe making you question who is truly the desperate one.
E (Eating Out) – Rehamn never considered himself much of munch until he found his skull being cushioned between your soft thighs as his tongue laid flat on your weeping pussy soaking in everything you had to offer. His lips circled around your swollen nub as you would try to find an escape from his animalistic devour by clutching and tugging at his soft curls. After a tiring day your pussy on his face would often be his elixir. He also loves to eat you out sitting you on the kitchen counter saying “Might as well eat the chef”.
F (Fingers) – With no surprise Rehman’s hands has got their own significant appeal. The veins on his hand and forearm flew and intertwined like streams which held nothing but lust and love for you. You would almost cum right there watching his hand drip with blood. And that man knows your weaknesses like the back of his hand. He would trace your face gently gliding them between your legs. No one and no setting can stop him from stuffing his digits in you and expertly curling them in as you clenched tight around him like a vice. As you would fall apar his hooded eyes and the depression of hiss dimple on his cheek would flash as he’d lick his hand and fingers clean maintaining a painful eye contact.
G (Gun Play) – The man traded lives on the palm of his right hand and traded the aid against life with the left. Guns and how he handled them was something he pioneered in and that had always fascinated you. On your birthday he had gifted you a gold-plated revolver with your initials engraved on it with diamond chips. You adored the same and jumped around in glee, till he said “Yaha lao..zara azma ke dekh lu”. Your mind went to him firing a bullet, rather to your surprise he found yourself sprawled on his toned thighs buck naked as the muzzle of the gun thrusted in and out of you. The coldness of the metal in you contradicted the warm clutch of his on your ass as he fucked you with the gun. You shamelessly came around the metal, birthing a brand-new kink on your birthday. Rehman makes it a regular occurrence to thrill you about your life being at his mercy.
H (Hair) – Rehman was never known for his patience but he was known for his intrigue to explore. Everything about you maddened him and what he never imagined was to fall in love with your bush. He would refuse to have it otherwise. According to him “Begum jaan ap ek aurat ko, bacchi nahi, aur apse beinteha mohabbat hai” everytime you complained about it. He also absolutely adored your head full of hair, some might say that fueled his love at first sight. He wraps your locks around his knuckles using it as a grip to yank your head back as he’d rutt in you like a beast in heat.
I (Inked) – Rehman was not a fan of body modification and refrained everyone in his control to do so. But you, his little vixen refused to listen as an itch in you told you that he would love it. You got a slithering snake wrapped around a rose vine inked flowing from the side of your waist up till your mid-thigh. When Rehman returned home that night you greeted him by laying on your side displaying both the art of yourself and the ink. To nobody’s surprise he ate the idea of you inked right up. He almost pounced on you that night and the day your stretched out pussy hurt more than that of the fresh tattoo. He loved to trace it as he fucks and also cum all over it saying “She needed her venom”. Then he would scoop it right up making you lick his finger clean. He is a FREAK.
J (Jacking off) – Rehman was not keen of masturbation as he knew firmly believed that if he wanted a release, you would more than welcome in. Yet on his trips resulted from his dubious business or to balochistan would often leave him parched. He would sneakily carry a pair of panties to sniff on as he would jerk himself off. He would keep you on call the whole time making you whimpering at his groans and chants of his name. He did not need to ask if you were pleasuring yourself, the low heaves and the soft “Rehman…bohot yaad aa rahe ho ap” was enough to answer his question. You made a rule for your husband that if he were to release in your absence, he needed to record it for you. He obliged every time and if you could you would imprint the view on you.
K (Kink) – Breeding kink and ultimate submission is something Rehman basked in. He loved to watch you swell up with his “cubs” as he liked to call it. With each thrust deep in your gummy velvety walls he would growl out “Can’t wait to watch you waddle around marked by me”. He rarely used protection and you submitted to him like an unwritten of co-existing with Rehman in bed. You would let him use you however he’d desire. He loved to watch you mewl as he took control over you. Fucking you dumb and switching off your brain was his favourite hobby.
L (Lactation Kink) – Rehman was responsible for your shamelessly quick and short gapped pregnancies. After you gave birth to your oldest Rehman realized that his love for your breast had increased but the heft of your breast as well. As they swelled up with nectar like milk for your baby to feast on, they happened to become irresistible for Rehman. Your oldest though chonky, did not drank half as much as you anticipated and you’d be left feeling full and heavy. Your husband was more than happy to help. Rehman would wrap his lips around your perked nipples drinking you up like a starved man and rink till his satisfied and you are relieved. His other hand would fondle the free breats wetting his hand and he’d later lick it off. (He also did spurt in his pants just at the taste of your nectar).
M (Moans) – Your voice was like a smooth flow of honey for him. His little touch resulting into shrieks and gasps made him insane. “Yeh awaazein tumhari mera katal karke manega” He’d mumble against your throat with his equally rasped up voice as he would settle deep in you. He encouraged you to scream for him not batting an ear to anyone listening but your mess of a sate and honey of a voice. Your whimpers weakened him more than he would like to admit. When it came to him, he would groan and growl more often than words and even whimper out looking at your mouth stuffed with his girth and your eyes rolled back as drool dripped down your chin. (He has the sight as his homescreen’s wallpaper)
N (Nyctophilia) – To no one’s surprise Rehman loved you the best when you were at your absolute most vulnerable. He watched you sleep almost everynight, especially after a night of heavy action. He followed your breathing pattern and touched your soft exposed skin watching you squirm in your sleep. He would slide his semi hard cock between the folds of your used cunt and hump slow and greedy making sure you don’t wake up. His tip would nudge your clit earning a few sleepy gasps. He would not slip in you rather cum all over your exposed core, making you often wake up to feeling sticky and warm.
O (Orgasm) – He loved to edge your orgasm till you would be in your tears begging him to help you out. Upon disobedience he would tie your legs and tease you till you are practically shaking, every time he’d feel you approach he’d refrain and slap your swollen aching cunt. Then when he would be satisfied he’d make sure that he made orgasm crash over you so many times that you’d beg again, but this time for him to stop. He’d add “Tch..begum jaan apko toh yahi chahiye tha na?”.
P (Pregnancy Sex) – Ever since you had gotten pregnant, Rehman had been feverish about him watching you ride with your swollen bump. He felt a sense of pride more than watching you bounce mindless on his cock as his hand rested on his creation within you as your tits bounced heavy and full. His sly smirk would never his lips. A menace he was and he pledged to keep you pregnant for the same reason.
Q (Quicky) – Rehman despised the idea of a quickie, he needed to have you with an elaborate time spread. He needed to have you through and through, with his tongue and fingers all over you, you were his favourite meal and he needed time to devour with love and greed.
R (Repel) – You would sometimes find yourself provoking Rehman into an angry fuck which resulted you into being absolutely repelling to his touch. You would groan and pull away surprising Rehman as you deviated from yourt usual desperate self. Once he’s ticked off enough, you’d be choked down with your face stuffed in the pillow as him ramming in you at an animalistic pace and barking out “Whore just needed to be fucked dumb, stupid mutt” and you would squirt shamelessly getting exactly what you desired.
S (Smoke) – You loved watching Rehman smoke as he would fuck you in missionary with your legs on his shoulder and your anklet clinking with each thrust. He would let the smoke out on your with a care. You would bite your lips taking it all in. And if he is in mood, he would lean down capturing your lips and exhaling right in your mouth.
T (Toys) – He was not keen on using toys and refrained you from having any. His ego was too thick for him to admit that anything but him would bring your pleasure. At most he would tie you up with your silk robe’s tie restricting your mobility so that he could obliterate you beyond your expectation.
U (Under Influence) – Rehman was never heavy on drugs but he did enjoy weed here and there. Whenever he is smoking a joint he makes sure to keep you next to him making you high on passive smoking. Once high Rehman is more content and calm, whereas you are a feral animal. You would drain him dry, demanding to be fucked all night and for the first time Rehman would tire down and say “Bass meri jaan…” rasping as you’d whine more for his thick cock.
V - none
W (Wax Play) – Rehman had gotten a hold of your erotic literatures sooner than you anticipated. He found out specific kinks and something that caught his attention was wax play and he surprised you with the same over your anniversary candle lit dinner arrangement. He made dripped the warm wax your navel as you winced out in an unimaginable pleasure. “A-Apko kaise pata chala” You asked him with utmost surprise and what he replied left you appalled “Kitaabe khuli nhi rakhte jaan”. Your cunt was swollen the next day with residue of wax and his cum. You had made a mental note to keep the pages of your specific kinks open intentionally so that he could come across it and take you by surprise.
X – None
Y - None
Z (Zzzz) – Sleep was something that often engulfed the two of you in both comfort and exhaustion, after either a long session of love making or simply if he returned from his work exhausted. He loved to slip in your warm wet engulfing pussy as he forced himself to detach from his gruesome world and you welcomed with all your pleasure. He would be stuffed in you with his head deep in your breasts as he’d slip off to warm blanket of slumber. The comfort of it surpassed any kind of lust rather it showed how much the king himself needed his queen to function properly. Love dwelled the best with intimacy for you and your you addicted husband, Sher Rehman Abdul Baloch.
A/N - Hope y'all like this. Lot's of love. Comments are appreciated
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