“beg for it.”
Been a while since I’ve written swtor
pure just for the hell of it smut under the cut
Smut Starters
Torian swallows hard giving a frustrated huff from his nose as he grips the sheets. He goes to plead but finds instead a needy whimper falls from his lips.
Mandalorian stoicism only goes so far.
Especially when your cyare is straddling you and has been grinding back and forth on you over and over again.
He can feel dampness against his stomach and he’s straining against the fabric of his boxers and he knows he’s dangerously close to cumming over himself.
He bucks a little and then a blue hand firmly presses onto his chest.
“No-” Zanearo’s voice is firm.
Torian moans, not bothering to hold back, he wants to grab her, pin her down and take her deep and hard.
But he promised to her rules, this wager, this game.
And Mandalorians are known for keeping their word.
Mostly.
Even when there’s a nearly naked Chiss grinding on them. So close and yet so far. Zanearo is braced on the headboard as she keeps grinding on him.
“Cyare-” He finally manages, voice weak. “Cyare… I need… need you-” She slows a fraction and Torian lets out a shuddering strained breath, and he’s aware of how wet she is and a string of the filthiest Mando’a curses he knows slip from his mouth punctuated with needy moans.
Zanearo grins down at him about to and…
“Shit!”
Torian pants heavily, knuckles white as he grabs the sheets.
“Woah…” Zanearo, “Nearly hit your face-” “I… did?” He manages after a few moments.
“Yeah,” Zanearo’s eyes widen, “Damn-”
She swipes a finger across his chest, “What are-”
He swallows hard as she sucks on the finger,
“Cleaning you up?” She grins, “Not gonna waste this-”