A/N: Watched Twisters last night and I was literally drooling in the theaters for David Corenswet and Glen Powell. But Glen my boy has many fanfics written for him, not so much for David!! I am here to change that!! Was like crazy horny when writing this, I should be ashamed but I am not.
Paring: Scott x AFAB reader
Description: you work as a lab tech for one of the companies suppling the "storm par" with money and having to check that everything was going to plan. You expected the tornados to be the most interesting part while being in Oklahoma, but a certain science engineer catches your attention and you catch his. Kate’s not in this one :(
WC: 7.5k (I GOT CARRIED AWAY)
Warning(s): MDI!!! Scott being a meanie-weenie at first but he warms up quickly. Nervous!F!Reader, Smut ahead!!! 18+ Size kink, Dry humping, Dirty talking, Finger sucking, Oral (f receiving), Reasonable age-gap (Scott is 26, reader is 23), Pet names = baby, big girl, Kinda degrading/Not really??, Protected penetration (PinV), Slight!DomScott! + Slight!Sub!Reader!, Scott actually never shuts up during sex. MY BOY IS VOCAL🗣️
You've known Javi ever since he left the military. He was looking for grants to fund his "science project". You just happen to be working for one of the businesses that agreed to give him and his whole team equipment, his pitch was impressive and your boss sent you out to know exactly how their money was spent for this experiment. At last that's what they told you, now being in the field, it seemed more like a punishment for you. Not that you didn't like tornados - you did… but only from behind a computer screen. You were a scientist that primarily worked inside of an AC’ed lab, not the blistering heat of Oklahoma and especially with chasing tornados in person and close.
Now here. Faced with an awkward car ride with Javi to meet the whole team. It wasn't completely awkward with Javi, it's just that you haven't spent such a long time alone with him before this moment. At least he tried to make small talk.
It wasn't much further to the meet up spot. And it was clear that every other person who wanted to chase down a tornado was also meeting at the same spot as us.
Javi parks the truck next to an exact same model and makes it as the one you're in, the only difference was the tag line that separates them from each other, the other was “Scarecrow” while yours was “Lion”. That's when you looked around and saw them. They wore matching white button downs with the small label that was wrapped on your truck and the matching one next to you. It read "Storm Par". You've heard of the company, but it wasn't the company you work for, it must be another company that was lending them money.
One particular team mate stuck out from one another. He was tall - tall as in towering over everyone else in the group.
Javi was quick to get out of the car and open your door, lending you his hand to help you get out and stepping straight into loose dirt that went everywhere. You were truly out of your lab.
You follow closely behind Javi while passing through the crowd, people shouting over each other and country music blasting in every direction. You saw some people gather into a set-up booth with merch that had a specific saying, but couldn't tell what it said from your distance. All you could see was a man standing on his truck with sunglasses and a cowboy hat that covered a good portion of his face. You can hear him riling up the crowd. As you get closer to Javi’s group, you can tell who's in charge already. That person being the same tall man that caught your eyes first.
The closer to the man you pick upon what he looks like, he wears almost blacked out sunglasses and a faded blue baseball cap. His dark hair slightly peeking out the corners of his hat, his eyebrows quite hidden behind said sunglasses and a straight smile that barely showed any interest. It was such a night and day comparison to Javi and everyone else on the team as they put on their bright smiles for you as a warm welcome.
Both of you reach the "Storm Par" group of men. Javi welcomes you to the group all-whistle introducing everyone's names and where they went to school. Stopping before the tall man. Giggling to himself before introducing the man, "And this is Scott. He went to MIT-" Javi giggles again at how Scott's reaction hasn't changed. "No, no, no - He makes up for it. With his beautiful, amazing, personality!” Javi praises and justifies. The stoic deadpan faced man. Javi’s hand resting on Scott's shoulder. A quick smile flashes you clean bright teeth. He looks sharp. The clean white freshly ironed button down compared with the other "hillbilly's with a camera" more dirty and not freshly pressed shirts. Javi pats quickly on Scott's shoulder and puts his hands back down. His earbuds still in his ears, you couldn't tell if he even heard your name. Dark aviator sunglasses hid his expression. His jaw clutches down on a piece of gum.
There was an aura about Scott. Nonchalant, unfazed, calm facial expression that draws you in. His tall figure, being around 6’4ft. His arms pulled together crossed against his chest. His forearms stretching the fabric on the short sleeved buttoned shirt, his skin glistening in the hot Oklahoma sun, he was just lightly tanned. You saw how those arms were built and your eyes started trailing down his torso….
Quickly you blinked away from that thought and continued to focus on Javi's words rather than standing and practically drooling over this guy's physique that you literally just met. But you could feel Scott's eyes lingering on your face for a second longer.
After Javi finishes his mini speech he pulls you to the side. "Look, if you're too nervous about going out there then you can just wait at the motel while me and the crew go out." He offers with a sympathetic smile. You were about to accept his offer but remembered why you were out here in the first place. “No, I think I'm ready to see what our money supports." You retort back. Once hearing you, he laughs and slightly shakes his head, “You're never ready for your first tornado.".
You looked towards the group again and saw Scott and some others looking at yours and Javi’s direction. You knew what they thought. That you weren't up for a challenge, time to prove them wrong.
“So when do we head out?" You say with a smile.
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You sit in the "Tin-man" truck along with Javi and Scott, they both sit in the front seat while you were directed to specifically sit in the back. You were quick to put your seatbelt on and Javi slammed on the pedal to start on their chase. A few minutes pass. The music is barely audible and occasionally Scott said to turn either right or left. While on a straight dirt road you muster the courage to start asking questions, “So what exactly does Tornado chasing intel?". Javi once again laughs, simultaneously thinking about how to explain it as simply as possible. Scott doesn't seem to mind or acknowledge your question. Javi responses, “Okay. We start with looking at our data, thank you Scott, and see where a tornado could possibly occur." He taps on the steering wheel to focus. “What do you mean "possibly occur''?”. You expect Javi to continue answering your questions, but Scott's voice pierce the air.
“It all depends on if the seal breaks by the anvil. Warm air goes up and cold air goes down, this continues to build and some other factors that's hard to explain quickly. " He looks back at you, his blue eyes stare down at you. This was the first time seeing his face without those sunglasses and you surely weren’t disappointed. It causes your cheeks to flood with warming. Hopefully the two men didn't notice. Scott turns his head back to the laptop seated on his lap.
The laptop starts beeping, the screen showing bright colors swirling. Both men start smiling at the screen and start hyping each other up for this tornado.
This was so different from being in the lab.
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You shook in the truck's backseat, hearing Javi and Scott yelling over the roaring tornado that was getting closer by the seconds they were outside. The faint snaps of the radar planting into the ground and heavy footsteps rushing back to the truck. Scott reaches for the middle console and holds a walkie-talkie to his mouth, Javi is already putting the car in drive to get away from the approaching tornado. “Our’s is set. We're coming back! Over!” He quickly speaks into the radio and refocuses back on his laptop to see the already updating data scans.
Scott fists his hand together and cheers a little for the successful radar. Javi joins in and whoops the same. Scott's chest puffs in and out, trying to calm down the adrenaline rush that just came washing over his whole body. A big toothy smile shines, he quickly glanced behind to see if you’re sharing the same amount of enjoyment in what they accomplished. Anticipating the same range of emotions as them. This was your first tornado chase and it being so successful out the door was a great performance.
He was shocked to see you clenching the doors handle for dear life with your eyes shut. At first he thought you were hurt but then realized that you were scared of the tornado that is several hundred feet behind you, still chasing you, but from a safer distance. He snaps his fingers and quickly thinks, “Hey!” Snap. “Look at me. You are safe, we are getting out of here.” His quick words make you open your eyes and lock into his, his calm exterior puts an odd sense of ease in your nerves though you know you weren’t completely away from a dangerous tornado. Again, those dark blue eyes barrow into yours. “Okay.” You softly respond back and slowly pull your fingers away from the door handle.
Steading your hands with some deep breaths. Javi also comforts you, “That was just an E-F 3, that was easy peasey! Nothing to be scared of! We’ll be with the rest of the gang in a few minutes.” He smiles in the reflection in the rear view mirror, still focusing on the road ahead of him. You just nod along and breathe deep. Scott watches you for a little long to make sure you don’t work yourself into a panic attack, partially because he really doesn’t want to deal with a stranger going crazy but because a small part of him doesn’t want you to have a panic attack.
Thankfully it wasn’t long till you all were back to a shitty Motel which was the meeting spot to review their new information being downloaded and importing it into a 3D model. Which happens to take a couple of hours to do so, but this Motel happens to be next to a little Ma and Pa diner. Many other tornado chasers ended up at the same Motel, there was already a crowd forming and music playing when you stepped out of the truck to get fresh air.
Without another word, your feet start moving to the Diner. Food and some soda should help.
You were a couple of feet away from the entrance when you heard running footsteps, looking back to see if you needed to move out the way for said runner but was pleasantly surprised to see Scott rushing over to you. Once you make eye contact, or suppose eye contact because he was wearing his sunglasses once again, he started to slow down and his long legs didn’t take long until he was close enough to speak.
His face is still straight and unbothered, he pulled his earbuds off to the side, “Was wondering where you were off so quick.” Was there some cheeky tone laced in his question? You look back forwards the Diner and smile back at Scott. “Maybe a greasy burger will put my mind to ease.” You quip back and turn your heels back in the same direction as before, “Want to join?” You ask as you're already walking to the entrance.
After ordering entries and drinks you both sit at a booth that sits next to a picture window that looks out to the mostly plain fields and hanging decorative lights connected to posts around the Diner. This town in Oklahoma was quaint, without the tornados you would consider this to be perfect.
Turning your head to face Scott, he took off his glasses and placed them in his shirt pocket. His eyes drift towards yours once he notices that you were looking at him. “I don’t think you're made for this.” He shamelessly speaks, unsure why his words hurt you more than when Javi accused you of the same. But hearing it after the chase stung more. A small frown on your lips. Scott was quick to speak up again before you could respond. “Not saying this to be mean or rude, but what we do is dangerous and I can’t have someone freaking out all the while. I can’t focus on our job when you’re having a panic attack in the back seats.” He explains with some condescending attitude but mainly because he was still frustrated with caring slightly about you.
He couldn’t deny it. He found you rather attractive, your demeanor being a little shy but he could tell you’d warm up quickly. First introduction catches him so off-guard, your smile so bright and your voice as you say hello to everyone. ‘Such a pretty girl’ he thought as his eyes looked you up and down quickly. And he swears he thought he caught you checking him out as well. But seeing you so scared made him nervous to be in the truck, he wanted to grab you and comfort your worries away.
“Wow. No sugar coating for me huh?” You softly giggle an exhale. You knew he was right, it sucked to hear it though. “Cut right through the bullshit.” You further say and stretch your arms out to find some sort of relief. He laughs at you cursing, it was the first time hearing you curse and to be frank, it wasn’t threatening whatsoever. He found it amusing, you were cute. Especially because from his outburst your cheeks are flushed with pink embarrassment. “I don’t mess around.” He tries to play, a sly smile on his lips but you groan and put your hand on your head without seeing it. “I thought I could handle it.” You mutter into your hands, your voice sounding disappointed. Now Scott felt bad for speaking.
Quick on his feet, “Remember what Javi said; “You’re never ready for your first tornado.” You just needed to experience it.” You drop your hands down to the table and look back at the man across from you. His jaw goes up and down while chewing the same piece of gum. Staring at his lips for a few seconds before your eyes trail back to his eyes but there was a certain glimmer when your eyes connected, a smile curving his lips.
Gosh. You had no clue why every single thing he did made you have a visceral reaction. Simultaneously he knew what he was doing.
Food is placed down on your table and your mouth watered at the sight. Before you could reach out and take a bite of your anticipated meal, Scott’s voice speaks up again. “Be honest, why did you agree to come out here?” He manages to say before grabbing his hamburger and taking a greedy first bite. You shove a couple of fries in your mouth before answering. “Don’t get me wrong, I love Tornados, I find them so interesting and a strange natural occurrence. But from a safe distance, in my lab where I can do research rather than going out in the field.” Your stomach growls at you for not taking a bite of your burger that sits so patiently on the plate. “I totally agree on what you guys are doing, I want to help people too! I just don’t think I was built for wrangling tornados like you. Plus my boss dragged me out here.” You chuckle while biting now at your food. Already feeling better or maybe it was the company of Scott that put you to ease.
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On your way out of the Diner you are met with boots taking a long stride towards you and Scott. Those boots belonged to a flannel clad gentleman with a cowboy hat tilted slightly out of his face. He was clearly built and flashes a dashing smile in your direction. You could practically hear Scott rolling his eyes before the guy even got a word out. “Clipboard! I didn’t know they made scientists so pretty nowadays.” The man lowly whistles at your appearance, you quickly caught on to the ‘Clipboard’ nickname he gave Scott. “Get back to your YouTube channel Tyler.” He puffs out while sliding back his sunglasses. The cowboy named Tyler stops in front of you, quickly glancing between the two of you. “What’s your name little lady?” His voice is oddly sweet and not patronizing. You tell him your name and he softly repeats it back with a smile.
“Well then, come find me when you’re done working with a bunch of pencil pushers.” He lowers his sunglasses and sends a wink your way before walking back toward the Diner.
It was so quick you hardly noticed how Scott stopped chewing his gum and clutched down hard on his jaw, teeth slightly grinding. Turning to face Scott again, “Who the hell was that?” Your laugh pulls Scott out of his train of thought. Hearing your soft giggles at the interaction makes him almost forget why he was even frustrated in the first place. “Just one of those Hillbillies with a YouTube channel. He especially likes to throw fireworks for theatrics.” His sigh was heavy as he continued forward back to the Motel and not answering any other questions you had about Tyler.
It wasn’t long before getting back to your room. Scott dropped you off and went back to the rest of the team to discuss the 3D model, he hoped it was long enough to fully process and get a look at the models.
Following the next few hours held up in your Motel room, it wasn’t anything fancy. A small TV that frames the adjacent wall from the bed and a dingy chair and desk, the bathroom was next to them and was brightly lit by yellowed lights. Definitely not dreamy, but this was a company's purchase for the crew so you couldn’t complain.
You slightly jump out of bed when you hear a loud bang from your door. It started storming a little while ago and just thought it was a branch slamming on your door but then you heard another knock. You weren’t going to sleep but put on your pajamas and laid down to doom scroll on your phone. You're fast on your steps as you reach the door and open it slightly to see who was knocking. You were so surprised to see Scott behind the knocking.
“Well welcome back.” You greet as you open the door for him, gesturing for him, “Come in, come in.” You smile at him. You turn to go back to lounging on your bed. While doing so, Scott gets the chance to take on your appearance. A matching set of pajamas that fit your body perfectly, he swallows heavily at the sight. It was possible that he was so pent up from being out in the field for multiple weeks and hadn't been with a woman during that time either, now here you were. So sweet it’s sickening and so pretty sitting down on the corner of the bed, looking up at him with almost doe like eyes. It’s driving him up the wall.
His hands rest on his side while stepping in your room, closing the door behind him. He was slightly damped by the rain and wind outside, he breathed in the air around him. “So what brings you by? Is there another Tornado that needs to be chased?” You ask, slightly anxious to hear his response. He sees your hands fidgeting in your lap. “Oh, no. I just wanted to let you know that the model is up and running. Plus, my room’s power went out.” He explains, in the meanwhile he looks around your room, he also seemed nervous.
You nodded and were about to respond but he cut you off, “And I wanted to check up on you.” He stretches out the “and” like he was contemplating on finishing his sentence. You were pleasantly taken aback. It was nice that he was seeing if you were okay. You were flustered nonetheless and blushed. “Oh mister big and stoic is concerned for me?” You playfully jab at his demeanor, he’s quick to your mocking behavior. Again he slides off his sunglasses and places them in his shirt pocket, he hangs his head down and laughs. “Alright I’m going to go now then.” He teases back, there’s a small panic behind your eyes, you didn’t want him to leave.
“No- I mean you can hangout for a while if you want. I’m not doing much. You can wait here till your room gets power again.” It sounded just as pathetic in your head as it came out of your mouth, desperate to get more time for him. He caught on to it, “Yeah?” A small smirk crept on his lips. His figure coming closer to you, his large frame tower over you. It did something to you, “Yeah.” Your breathing hitched in the back of your throat, causing you to swallow down hard.
He was taking so much space, almost suffocating. “Tell me, were you checking me out when we first met?” He was testing the waters, what kind of response were you going to give him. Either it would be welcoming or dismissive, but the way blush started creeping up your neck to your cheeks he could tell. “What? No, I mean- no. Why are you asking?” You clearly flustered at his question and lied right through your teeth and it was so obvious. “Okay.” He bites down on his gum and smiles down at you. He quickly sits next to you and faces the TV. Ignoring what just happened between the two of you, riling you up in the process.
Ignoring the building tension, “What are we watching?” He nonchalantly asks, his gum smacking in his mouth. A smug look plastered on his face watching you try to regain your composure. Skipping over his previous statements. “Um… T- The news about the weather tomorrow.” You blink. He then reaches up and takes off his baseball cap, his hair ruffles out in some crazy hat hair before he shakes it out with his other hand. His brown hair flows softly down. It’s then you take in his scent, slight sweat lingers but you can smell his cologne, it smelt like an ocean side with a hint of sandal wood. It fit him perfectly and drank up the scent to fill your senses. This man was something. His cocky attitude, his demanding presence, oddly quiet demeanor. Everything about him was causing your brain to lag. His clothes cling slightly to his body due to them dampening from the outside weather.
You tried your hardest to pay attention to the television ahead of you, you really did. But with Scott next to you, the storm outside, y’all’s conversation. It was too much for you to handle. His white button down was a bit dirty from the chase earlier from today and now cling wrapped around his arms, chest, thighs. Your mouth watering again while you ogle the man before you, it was wrong, so wrong. Hell you were technically his superior as he worked for your company, but right now it felt like he held all the power.
Then boom. A loud bang crashed against the ceiling, the storm getting heavier. It spooked you enough to jump beside you, trying to find some sort of comfort and gladly Scott gave you that. His rather large hands are quick to rest on your shoulder, sliding up and down to ease your concerns, “You’re alright, it’s just the wind. Nothings gonna’ hurt you.” He shushes in a low tone which calms you down. Though his clothes are wet and cold, his body is hot. Feeling how warm he was as you pressed deeper to his touch.
Your eyes shift from being closed to looking up at his, then glancing down to his lips. He mirrors you, both of you leaning in closer. "We shouldn't." You aimlessly try to guide yourself back into reality but your body caves. His lips ghost over yours, “Can I kiss you?” He softly asks for permission, his whole body aching waiting for your response, but didn’t have to wait any longer as you pressed your lip to his. His other hand reaches for your face, cupping the back of your neck while his other latches to your waist. Practically pulling you on top of him. You gripped his collar to stabilize yourself and followed his direction.
He pulled you on his lap, finding it comfortable. Your hands continue to grasp on to get some leverage but find it futile in the long run. The kiss begins to become heated by the seconds, occasionally breaking it to pant out quick breaths. He was taking over all your senses. Making it hard to focus on anything but him.
Scotts lips leave yours and make their way down to your neck. His attention to make you feel more than comfortable was overpowering. Your hands have a mind of their own, snaking up to his head and gently pulling his hair. Your eyes screwed shut, he watches your reactions - to see what causes the most pleasure. His hand moves around your body, around your hips and butt, around your chest groping your boobs. That seems to get some whimpering out of your lips. "You're so pretty like this." He tells in your ear, causing a shiver to go down your spine. Your legs squirm around his, trying your hardest to find some pressure to grind down on. Your head rushes with blood, finding it hard to wrap your head around pleasure. "I mean you're pretty regardless, but fuck." He groans through his teeth.
You moan into his mouth as he captures your lips for another kiss.
“Be honest with me again.” You nod, slightly still ditzy after that heated kiss. “Were you staring at my arms earlier?” There’s a slight teasing tone- actually, more like a cocky tone. He was still on about this. You nod your head a little sheepishly, having to admit it made it feel shameless. “I knew it! You were checking me out! Thought I caught you, but I wasn't sure I was making things up in my head.” He barks out a quick laugh and continues to kiss up your neck, drawing more airy moans and some giggles.
“What, no smart-ass response huh?” He teases. And he was right, you couldn't think of any kind of response, your mind is fogged up. Mewing out was the only response as he found the spot on your neck. He continues to work you up, all while dry humping him, your pajama shorts riding up in the process. His clad trousers gave the perfect mount. His growing erection being more prominent and pressed tight in his boxers and pants, now with you moaning in his ear and grinding on him shamelessly.
You did try your best to quiet down, even with the storm outside these walls were thin and god forbid if any of you teammates heard what noises were coming from in your room, there would be no question what was happening between the two of you. But his hands and mouth on you made you uncontrollable. He thought quickly to fix this predicament. "Shush, baby, no more whining. Here - here" He coos, moving one of his hands and sticks his index and middle finger in your mouth. Shutting you and your withering moans up. Your mouth drooling over his digits. Your eyes are half glazed over, if you had the consciousness to see what you looked like you’d be ashamed how easily you were subdued. Falling under some sort of submissive headspace. It was so quick you hardly noticed it happened, but maybe you wanted this for a while now. Especially after the rough and exhausting day you had, you just wanted someone to take the reins in for you.
And now the pet name, you wanted to hear him call out for you with that every time from now on. "Look at you, such a desperate thing you are, huh? Isn’t that right baby.” You nod aimlessly, his fingers pressing down on your tongue. You were putty in his large hands, not that you were complaining. Your hands fumble with his shirt's buttons, at a sad attempt to take it off yourself. He thought of mocking you once again for this poor attempt but chose to lend a helping hand. Assisting with the majority of buttons you and him manage to take off his uniform top, catching a look of his chest you moaned again. He was cut with a light amount of chest hair, your sounds muffled with his fingers. It was hard to calm yourself, you were like a dog in heat, nothing was quite satisfying your needs yet. You needed more - more of him. "Fuck'n hell. You are just so needy." His hair crazed by your frantic hands, lips were bright pink, and eyes half lidded. Talk about needy, he wanted you with the same amount of passion.
He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, a groan of frustration comes out of your mouth. “Please, please, please.” You aimlessly beg. For what? You and him knew, for him to finally fuck you rather than all his teasing. But Scott needed you to verbally admit it to him. “Huh? What do you need? Spit it out.” Again the condescending tone loud and clear, he does this to rile you up. For knowing him for such a little amount of time, he knew how to press all the right buttons. "Please, I need you." you mutter in his ear while closing your eyes and pressing your head between his shoulder that meets his neck. It was more like a whimper than begging but the overloading sensations were driving you in a haze. Still humping his leg, it was quite a sight that even left Scott to groan. But he can’t let you off that easily, that would be too nice. He kicks off his shoes and socks, preparing for the inevitable.
"By “I need you”, that really means that you want me to fuck you.” Taunting you even further, you squirm under his grasp at the boldness his words were. You nod your head, knowing your voice would betray you.
He acknowledges your approval and lays you backwards towards the bed. Your head close to the edge and him by the pillows, he rests on his knees. His body still covered most of your space, he was just so big. "First we're going to take off this little matching set." His voice sounds airy, your legs spread open to invite him to get even closer to your body which he gladly scoots in. His hands reach for the hem of your top and pull it flush off your body. Your nipples harden from the cold air hitting your hot body. Closing your eyes at the sensation, you were quick to discover that Scott leaned down to give each of them a kiss. His hot tongue swiftly swirled around your left one, but he didn't stay long as he gave the same treatment to your right. You watch him, his eyes never leaving your sight.
His lips travel down your sternum to reach your belly, he peppers kisses along the way, all while giving you short praises. All of his words make you pant.
Reaching your matching shorts, he slips both hands up your thighs and grabs the hem to pull the shorts off of you. Once off, you were left only in your panties. A small spot clearly dampened in the center, it would be embarrassing to you normally but you were so aroused. He practically moans at seeing it. Knowing he worked for you enough. He continues to scoot back so he could comfortably lay his head on your thighs. He takes in your scent, fingers loop and starts pulling your panties off. You throw your head back from the anticipation, then a sharp swat on your inner thigh makes you pop your eyes down back at him. "Eyes on me, you better watch me eat you out." The tone being similar to the voice he had in the truck when he calmed you down, it was assertive and demanding.
You clench down on nothing and start to squirm, he rubs the spot he smacked and gives you a soft kiss, it felt like an apology. He breaks his gaze and looks at your cunt. It makes you a little nervous at first, closing your legs at first, but he tells you off. "What? You're shy now?" He tisks, looking back up at you. Almost like a warning. "You were just begging for me to fuck you." His words made you gush, you could feel how hot your cheeks were burning. Your voice squeaks, "I'm sorry." This apology makes him stop, "It been a while since she's gotten some attention huh baby?" He questions but already knows the answer, yes it has been a while. Referring to your pussy as "she". You nod as an answer.
"Don't worry baby, I'll take care of her and you." That cocky attitude shines bright while he begins his work. His lips kissing the skin around your desperate cunt. Some dragged out moans are flying past your lips, it really had been a long time since being with another person, especially someone who knew how to get you this excited.
Unwarranted your hips buck at his face, your body was fed up by all this teasing. His hands pin down your thighs, stopping you from future bucking.
Those pink soft lips finally make contact with your most sensitive part of your body, causing you to yelp. He found this adorable, already moaning. It was blissful, he knew what he was doing. Circling his tongue. Now and then flickering down to your cunt, your hips try to wiggle but his strong grip holds you down at his mercy.
Your hands go from covering your mouth so you didn't tell from the pleasure, to the comforter, to his hair to pull him closer. You continue to stare down at Scott as he does his work, trying your best to not thrash your head back and groan. But by keeping your eyes open you can see him grind down on the bed, he was getting off from eating your pussy. And rightfully so in his opinion, you tasted amazing, if he could he would keep you here for an eternity without any complaint.
While tongue fucking your hole, his nose brushes against your clit. Sending shock waves throughout your body, making you a moaning mess. Chanting his name with pleas and curse words. A tightness builds in the pit of your stomach, your thighs close his head between them. Keeping him in this position. Your back to begging, babbling out slurred sentences barely coherent with moans breaking mid way through and you losing your train of thought.
It was almost amusing to see you this unwired, usually you were a very punctual person. Now here you were cumming all over a man's face that you met less than 24 hours ago. A man you only know his first name, but Scott was something over worldly. Your voice pinches in a high note as your climax racks through your entire nerve system. Screwing your eyes tightly, blinding white light flooding your vision.
Hell, he almost came in his boxers watching you cum. Watching tornadoes for a living was thrilling but seeing you come undone with just his tongue was 10 times more exciting for him. Now he needs to see you cum again but this time in his dick.
Fluttering your eyes open to your own personal show, Scott lifted back and sat up right. He's focused on unzipping his pants unaware that you lifted yourself on your elbows to watch. Once he spots you, he pulls out his wallet from his pants and takes out a condom that was tucked in a sleeve. 'How cliché' you think. One hand pulls down his pants and boxer while the other rips open the condom wrapper. A simple act being so seductive when he did it.
Your eyes could contain themselves from peaking down at his dick. The tip was hot pink, pebbling pre-cum down his shaft. He was a big boy. You were practically salivating at the sight, he almost laughs at your drooling. He rolls the condom on swiftly. "How do you want to do this?" His voice piercing your ears, looking back at his blue eyes. You were puzzled at the question, he simplifies for you. "What position?" He states it obvious, but not rude.
Without a second thought, "Can I ride you?" He groans loudly at your words. But regains his composers, "Of course you can baby." He smiles, his gum still smacking against his teeth. You had completely forgotten he was even still chewing gum. He lay down on the pillows beneath him. His teasing manner doesn't affect you as much, you were determined to give him a good show. Meanwhile you crawl your way between his legs and settle to ride this tornado wrangler.
His chest heaves, he was so much larger than you. Your legs just about wrap beside his hips as you position yourself. Bending over his tall torso you plant a kiss on his jaw, leading to his lips. He kisses you with a passion similar to a fire, your hands drop to his chest to steady yourself. Pulling away and reaching below you.
A sharp hiss slips past his closed teeth, your hand wrapping itself around him. Your hands were soft, unlike his, the feeling being unfamiliar to him. You found pleasure from watching his face scrunch up. Lining yourself and making your way down. His large hands grip on your waist at the contact.
A choked moaning rips through your throat. Fuck it had been a while since you had a dick up in there and the stretch was unwelcoming with a full sense of pleasure. "That's it." He groans while his head is pressed down on the pillow.”Holy shit baby! You are squeezing the shit out of me.” A mixture of a chuckle and moaning follows behind his words. "Relax baby, let me in." He breathes heavily, lifting his head up. Scott's hands grip harder on the small fat on your hips. Stilling your moving till you start relaxing your muscles.
“I know, I know. Just a little more baby, c’mon you’re a big girl." His voice is hoarse. You could have come from that voice alone. You slow your movements, focusing on your breathing and closing the gap between the two of you.
Once your body's are flushed, your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You couldn't make a noise. Now was his opportunity to be a moaning mess. The way your cunt swallowed his cock was velvet, you were causing so much pleasure, he was almost lost of words. Almost.
"You better ride baby." It almost sounds like a threat. His unwavering pissy personality showed true and you couldn't say no, you did as you were told.
Lifting yourself up and letting gravity do the rest of the work. You started slow at first. You were still adjusting to his size, he was heavy in your cunt.
That slow pace was short-lived as Scott's hands dragged you back and forth. His grip was bruising, his jaw clenching down while watching how his cock is meeting together with your pussy. You looked quite spectacular from his laid position, your palms flat to his stomach, your tits bouncing up and down with you. The faces you make, filled with nothing but unadulterated bliss.
He's held on for the best he can, letting you get a couple of minutes for you to be doing mostly all of the hard work. But his knees bend behind you and he lifts you slightly above his hip. Then he begins his own rhythm to fuck into you, thrusting his hips and greedily taking you. Not that you were complaining. The air is knocked out of your lungs, ending up at a silent groan, helping with your noise control.
The incessant, slapping noise of him rutting in your cunt was loud. Though you tried to contain yourself, it was impossible that the rooms parallel to each side of you didn't know what was happening. The small room is filled with flesh meeting, heavy breathing, groans and moans. "Feels fuckin fantastic, you love this big dick in your little pussy." He can't help but voice his thoughts, unwavering. You wordlessly nod as he continues, "Huh baby? Fuck'n shit. This pussy is going to be the death of me!" He rolls his head back, stalling his thrust momentarily. Soaking in the way your cunt squeezes him.
Gaining more air to your lungs you can finally moan out his name, sounds like the angels from above calling out to him. if he could hear his name come out of your mouth continuously then it might just be heaven.
Again that tightness is winding up quickly. Even more intense than your last orgasm. Trying to shut you up now was going to be an impossible hop to leap through, yet at this point both you and Scott were so focused on each other and blocking the outside world, you could care less when your combined moans.
As your own orgasm was approaching, you could tell Scott's wasn't that far behind as you. His movements become irregular and his knees start to buckle from losing momentum.
It was all a blur when your second orgasm ripped through your whole body. You collapse on the 6'4ft man, your whole body shakes above him. Your head spins, it feels as if you were drunk. Definitely drunk on his cock.
When you come to, he is lifting you back to the side for him to pull out. His condom partially filled with his semen, he knots it before discarding it in the small waste bin by your night stand. The storm outside still roars loudly, you're glad you're stuck in your motel room with him.
He lays back down on your bed, "I think I just died a few seconds ago, I've come back to life." Scott exclaims, his pupils expanded to almost cover the blue hue, rather they were almost black. He really was coming down from such a high.
Shallow breathing through your nose before turning to face Scott. His face looks so fucked out, no doubt you look the same. His hair is wild and there are faint lipstick marks on his face and neck caused by you. "I haven't came that hard in months." You were still breathless from what he had done to you. "I can say the same." Dry and quick laughs come from both of you. “You made me swallow my gum.” You still try to compose yourself.
Both of you lay down under the covers of the Motels comforter. Lazily turning your head in his direction, you could easily fall asleep in his arms right now. He holds you close, his body warm surrounding you in a comfortable state.
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"Stay the night?" You ask, similar to a plea. And how could Scott say no to that face? That was short lived, "I need a big strong man to protect me from the storm." He watches you giggle, amused by your own joke. It was laced with faux concern. "Only because your room has power." He pokes fun back. You were giggling at his joke.
Your laughter comes to a halt when the lights above you and TV shut of. f all of a sudden, causing you to jump back into Scott's arms. He's once again amused, "You know you're really jumpy for a tornado lab scientist." He quips back. You try to act hurt by his comments in hopes of retracting his statement for an appraisal instead, but he saw right through your act and gave you a small kiss on the forehead.
Description: Being the sister of Princess Peach was all fun and dandy, but of course you were barely in the spotlight. Until a certain someone, "The Kooba King" took notice and since then, he couldn't stop thinking about you. And what happens when an obsessed Bowser meets you at The Mushroom Kingdom Ball.
Pairing: Bowser x Fem!Virgin!Reader
Warning(s): MDI!! SMUT!!!, (I don't know if I should be sorry or but I'm horny) Breathplay/Choking kink, Size Kink/Size Difference, Innocent Kink/Corruption Kink, Virgin reader, Penetration (P in V), Oral (Fem.), Degrading, Somnophilia, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Dumbification, Dacryphilia, Overstimulation, Nicknames (Brat once, Sweetheart, Baby, Bunny), Dry humping/Grinding, Sitting on Bowser's lap once, No used of Y/N, Lmk if I missed anything ;)
Words: 7.8k (I got swept up in this)
A/N: I think I've hit my breaking point, but I was taken back by Jack Black's voice in the trailer and holy shit - Browser is fine…
It was non-stop. Painful, even.
All he wanted was some damn peaceful time to himself and stop thinking about you. Stupid you. Dumb and naive you.
It was only you that took so much time and energy out of himself. Every waking moment since he rises from bed, to showering, brushing his teeth, eating breakfast, and every other moment in his day. On repeat was the stupid smile plastered on that stupid face of yours. How he wanted to swipe that smirk off of those lips of yours… those soft, plump, sweet lips.
He hated himself. Truly hated himself for thinking of these ways about you. Someone as so small and innocent, yet grown and sophisticated as yourself. He though of himself as vile. How could someone as tough and mean as him ever fall for such a toothachingly sweet thing as you.
Yet, here he finds himself watching you as you sleep ever so soundly in bed. All while little moans squeak pass your lips. Your hips thrusting into air at nothing. How your face contorts in seemingless pleasure. Just seeing you rut in your sleep made Bowser's mind go blank, just imagining of what kind of dream you were exactly having. Though it wasn't that farfetched. But he was curious as to who was providing that pleasure in your sweet dreams. And God himself knew that Bowser hoped it was he in your dreams.
He was so big, yet so gentle when it came to you. How his smile curved a little more while with you and the way his cheeks flared with hints of pink when you smiled back at him.
His big hands stretched across your body, a palm simply taking up half of your torso. How big he was towering over you, you should be scared. Calling for help or pleading that he wouldn't hurt you, but you weren't. Your mind was telling you that this was dangerous, flashing red warning signs. The hunger behind his eyes. And how he looked like he could swallow you in one bite. You should be cowering in fear. But how could you resist the way his hands felt so warm on your body. How you wanted this for what seems like ages now. And now you finally had him.
Though you've never been any sort of relationship or anything in this type of manner, you knew this was more then a simple crush. You've remember the times your sister, Princess Peach and her friend Princess Daisy talked about the multiple experiences with boys their age and these type of feeling and wants. So you knew you've wanted him since the beginning, but how could he ever think of you like this. He was older then you and definitely rougher then you could ever be.
Oh how you've wanted him, his deep and sultry voice looms over your frame, over your mind. How you could hear his voice whisper sweet nothing in your ear as your finger went towards your panties. How you wished it was his and not yours.
But maybe that was the exact reason why you were in this state in the first place: having an erotic dream about that very man.
His hands tighten around your throat to cut off a slight bit of oxygen, making your eyes roll in the back of your head. Causing you to moan lowly. All whilst his other hand snakes down your soft body towards your panties. His finger tips could already feel the small patch of dampness in the center and could tell by the way your hips bucked and begged for him, for friction. He laughed at your antics, humored by your eagerness. And that laugh caused you to squirm even further in his touch. How simple it was to rile you up, he was going to love exploring what exactly what makes you tick-
Letting out a groan from what exactly woke you up. You arose from your sleep, still groggy and half-dead. Hearing another pair of knock on your wooden door before shouting, "Come in!". The culprit of the knocking was of course your sister.
KNOCK KNOCK
A big smile printed on her face, it was almost enough to make you forget why you were exactly grumpy but then your mind started to defog and your dreams was realign back to you.
"I have some big news!" Your sister screeched with excitement.
Bowser watched the somewhat grumpy expression on your face as Princess Peach barged in your room. Like a upset bunny or puppy, it was almost adorable. He found it amusing how upset you were from being awoke from your little wet dream. But if he was in the position that you were in, he would also have that expression. And by the looks of things, you were close to being finished.
Your cheeks are flashed with pinks and red by your dream, the first sex dream you've ever had. And of course it had to be so vivid and by the feel of things you were really enjoying that dream as well.
Clearly or simply ignoring your state, your sister continues. "Guess who got invited to The Mushroom Kingdom Ball!" She slightly jumped while entering your room with the paper that stated her invite. Her heals clicking on the floor, "Hmm, I wonder who?" You rolled your eyes and teased. Of course she was invited, she's always invited. She huffed at your antics before plopping on your bed. "Alright Ms. Smarty-pants, well guess who has another invite." Her smile growing even larger (though you thought was impossible at this point). Quickly you realize, "Are you serious?" You pushed your covers and reached for another paper your sister slipped past the original she held in her hand.
A small giggle leaving her lips as she watches your excitement over the invite.
And from where Bowser stood he could even hear the excitement in your yelp. It must of been great news on that flimsy piece of paper. Yet how meaningless what was on that paper to him, the way you jumped up from your bed and hugged your sister was enough for even Bowser to be happy for you.
This would be the first official Mushroom Kingdom Ball you would be attending. You'd never been expected to go as you weren't old enough or mature enough. These balls were primarily for the eligibility for marriage for all the other kingdoms to mingle with each other and hopefully meet someone to their liking. And now you were finally getting invited. Finally you might be the center of attention at this ball rather than your sister, as everyone knew she and Mario definitely had something going on behind the shadows.
A small bit of blush creeped up your neck at the thought of Bowser possibly showing. But there was talk that he hasn't been to the Balls in many many years. But he was a part of the Koopa Kingdom, maybe this was your chance at a shot. Even though you already pictured the disgusted face of your sister if she ever knew about your fancy over him. Yet, you still hope that maybe this was your chance to prove to everyone that you weren't just innocent Princess Peach's little sister.
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You were over the moon excited as Toadette fitted the dress over your body. It hugged the exact places it needed and flowed down toward the bottom, ending with a flare of favorite color. It was shockingly fast how the toads could whip up a dress for this very occasion. But nonetheless you weren't going to question their antics, you've appreciated everything that they've done for you.
And with you matching heals and makeup you head downstairs, where you are greeted with your sister and Mario in an embrace. You glance away quickly as their lips connects for a kiss.
You let out a muffed cough which grabs both their attention to where the noise came from. And seeing you all dolled up made you sister abandon Mario and hastily rush over to you. She reaches out her hands to meet with yours. You could see in her eyes that she was overjoyed, seemingly proud of how grown up you've become. "Oh my, well look at you!" A toothy smile rises from her lips, which makes you infollow do the same. "Doesn't she look beautiful Mario?" She quips behind her to look at the former plumber.
His hand reaches behind his neck, still somewhat embarrassed at being caught with your sister. "You look absolutely gorgeous, you are going to be the talk of the ball." He compliments. Your sister faces you again, still with a bright smile. "Let's go and show you off." You giggle at her statement. This was going to be a hell of a night.
You finally reach the venue, Mario, Peach, and yourself in the back of a limo. We all agreed that Mario would step out first to talk to the press whilst you and Peach wait for a couple of moments. Which you were glad for because at this moment you were experiencing some nerves from it all.
Your sister turns to you, "Everything will be okay, I was this anxious my first time. But trust me everything is going to be just fine." She rubs her hand on your exposed shoulder to ease you. "And I'll introduce you to some people and if you still feel uncomfortable you can stay by me and Mario." She explains further but doesn't quite help with your nerves. "I don't want to third wheel you and your boyfriend Peach." You look up at her.
This was your first ball, you don't want to be seen hovering with your sister like a lost puppy. How pathetic would that look in the press.
"Boyfriend?" She says in disbelief, "Mario is not my boyfriend, we are just close." She scroffs, a small hint of blush on top of her cheeks. You practically huff at the arrogance. "Does he know that?" You furrow your eyebrows at her. She turns her head from you, as you know the look upon her face would be slightly disappointing. She knew she dragged Mario around and it was not fair to him. "Let's go and have some fun." She returns to her happy-go-lucky mood and takes your hand.
Once you stepped out of the limo the flashing lights from the photographers blinded you. Your eyes squint from the bursting lights, you turn your head to your sister to see if she was having the same reaction. But as your eyes landed on her, she poses for the photos and with no discomfort. Some of the toad photographers shout out words towards her and even you. "Let's get going." She whispers to you as she sees how uncomfortable you were from all the attention. And you were so glad that she understood.
You and Princess Peach, hand in hand, walking in the venue. Multiple eyes glance towards her but stop on you. Slight shocked expressions at your appearance at this ball. You felt embarrassed to say the least with all the eyes on you, you knew you want the center attention but now you think otherwise.
You sister, once again, sees how uncomfortable you became and walked towards where Mario stood. Him and his brother stood by the food table, both already had a plate in their hands with various foods aligned. As you approach them, they seem to notice and smile appeared on their faces. "You two look beautiful." Luigi speaks, his eyes scanning your body. You quickly thank him along with your sister.
With you greeting with the Plumber brothers, your sister drags you along with introducing you to almost everyone in the ballroom. It was quite intensive, with having to learn everyone's names and occupation, as Princess Peach told you that it was very important to learn about everyone. She says maybe one day you'll rule the kingdom and learning soon then later would lighten up the load later. A simple conversation starts and last for a couple of minutes before a loud bang and a couple of gasp causes you to glance where the noises were coming from.
There he stood, the Koopa King.
He wore a bowtie, which seems to small for this larger figure. And a black classic tuxedo. Beside him was one of his dry bone henchmen. All that was heard was the whisper of the guests, surprised at his appearance, apparently he barely showed to these occasions if at all. And now seeing him all dressed up brought even more questions.
But he either didn't hear or seem to care at the whispers, his eyes glance around the room for someone specific. And thankfully the rumors of little pretty you being invited to the Mushroom Kingdom Ball happened to be true. And that must of been what you were jumping with excitement with your sister earlier in the day.
There you stood with a beautiful gown, your eyes level with his and once making eye contact you look away with bright pink cheeks. And in that moment Bowser knew he needed you and was planning exactly how to get you in his bed tonight. First he needed you to step away from that sister of yours and especially from the plumber brothers.
And thankfully, almost on cue, you stepped away and headed to the punch table.
He waltz directly where you went, his eyes never leaving your form. In the thought of taking his eyes off of you you'd disappear in thin air. His stunt caused people to turn back to their conversation, probably to talk about him showing his face at this ball. His dry bone henchmen follows in suit, the clunching of his bones raddling as he rushed beside his boss.
You barely even noticed that Bowser was headed your way until he was only a few feet away from you. You thought of just sprinting away from him, how could you face him after just a couple of hours ago you were having a sex dream of him. But with his long strides it was too late to do anything but greet him.
"It's a pleasure to meet with you once again." Your hand reaches up half way to meet with his. "A pleasure? Really?" His voice is as sultry as ever. And his hand almost comically larger than yours. Automatically heat rushes to your cheeks and you could feel the prying eyes of the other guests. But Bowser could careless of what the snops of the Mushroom Kingdom thought of him, only your opinion matter to him.
"Well, let it be my pleasure Princess." He lifts your hand to reach his mouth, placing a tender kiss on the back of your palm. If people weren't staring before at this interaction, they definitely were now.
And how could you blame them, at this sight of the innocent princess with the violent King of Koopa's. Yet seeing the both of you flustered with each other made the guest question even further at your interaction.
"You look absolutely stunning Princess." What he really wanted to say was; you look absolutely delicious. How he wanted to devour you on the spot, you just looked so cute and good.
If your cheeks weren't hot red before, now they were. You muffle a cough to distract yourself from his compliment. "W-Would you like something to drink? I was planning on getting some punch." You move on from the conversation and you needed a cold drink to somewhat calm down how hot you've became around him. You were about to reach for a cup before he ticked at you. "A princess shouldn't need to lift a finger for anything she needs." He says in a smooth tone, you quirk up an eyebrow at him. "Dry Bones, get the girl some punch!" He shouts at the poor henchmen, who flinches a little before rushing in his order.
His loud booming voice should of scared you off but you couldn't step away from him. His dominance was clear as the blue big sky and maybe that was another reason for your attraction towards him. How big and manly he is, takes no crap from anyone.
"How are you enjoying your time here?" He simply ask, at this time his dry bones comes up to the both of you with each of your drinks. He takes it swiftly all while you thank his henchmen with that sweet buttery voice of yours. "I've only been here for less than an hour." You softly chuckle at his question. The ball just started so he must of known that there wasn't much to speak upon. "You didn't answer my question." He repeats himself, this time his eyebrows is furrowed waiting for a response. "It's kind of boring, I thought it would be more exciting." You tell him, still leaving out about your anxiety for this whole thing.
He lets out a small laugh, "More exciting?" You also giggle at his repeat. "Well yeah, this is supposively the most important Ball of the year. I thought there would be more going on." You explain further in the issue, which he understands. "No I get it, the last one I went to, which was many years ago, was quite boring. That's why I normally don't go to these type of things." You listen intently, how your big innocent eyes look up at him. He held himself from groaning at the sight below him.
You hum as a response, you were about to reply but was cut off by the sound of a microphone going off. You face where the sound comes from and you could barely hear how Bowser grunts in frustration at being cut off at a conversation with you.
Toads voice echoed through the ballroom. "Welcome all to the annual Mushroom Kingdom Ball!" He croaked out, all clapped and some shouted out yelps of excitement. "I am the host of this year's Ball. It's been a pleasure so far to create such a fundamental event with all the combining Kingdoms." A few other people cheered as he spoke on, your attention fully on Toad. While Bowser could careless, all he wanted was to mingle with you. These were the only moments without being questioned on in intentions with you. "Now that all introduced are put aside, let the party begin with our live band performance." Toad points toward the other toads all assembled with instruments.
While he introduces the Band, the light starts to dim. Almost as a signal that the annual dance was about to commence. What you didn't know was how important this dance was. It was some sort of ritual. Whomever you picked as a dance partner was your official/unofficial partner for the event and the rest of the evening. Almost as an unspoken rule. And you being the newest arrival, everyone attention was on you to whom you picked to dance with.
And before you could return to your sister to ask who you should dance with or simply sit down and watch the other dance with their partners. Bowser took this opportunity. "Would you like to dance Princess?" He asks in a nonchalant tone, unsuspecting. He was going to take full advantage of your naive nature and your unknowns to the Ball.
"I would love to dance with you." That damn smile shined up to him. That stupid smile that made his heart gush. He hated how you made him feel soft and doopy. But the look on your face with excitement to actually have some fun tonight made him smile back to you. But that smile turned slowly to a smirk at your approval.
He took your hand and began to walk you to the dance floor. Still unbeknownst to you was the importance to this interaction, the total impact with being seen dancing with Bowser. You sister caught your eyes and you smiled to her innocently, but by the way hers and Mario's eyes showed disbelief and surprisement made you question. You glance around at your surroundings and shockingly you saw that everyone was glaring towards you.
No- Rather glaring at Bowser specifically. They must of caught on at your unknowingly nature to the dance and automatically blamed the Koopa King. Taking advantage of your innocent personality. But even if you'd know about what this dance meant, you'd probably still be in this position with Bowser leading you to the dance floor.
But once on the actual dance floor and how Bowser's hand felt upon yours and how he rested his other on your back made the rest of all the guest prying eyes dissipate into nothing.
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After a couple of hours worth of drinking, more dances with Bowser, and more mingling with all the other socialites was making you tired. And Bowser took notice almost immediately. So, he took you to your sister, who was dancing with Daisy and Rosalina. You blink away your tiredness while speaking with your sister, insisting that you were fine and that you wanted to stay longer, but with one quick scan of your state she knew that you were done for the night.
All whilst Peach is occupied with you, Daisy and Rosalina gives Bowser a questionable look. Basically shouting, "What's your intentions with the Princess." He swallows harshly at her glare, but than smirked down at them. Basically saying exactly what he wants to do to you. Daisy and Rosalina give him a disguised look before turning her attention back to you. And before they could warn Peach about Bowser taking you home she already speaks, "Could you ever be so polite and take my sister home Bowser please." She asks in a somewhat discomfort tone. But she still asks because how she saw how happy you were with him, how'd you cling to his body while dancing.
He hum, "Of course Peach, I'll take extra care of the Princess." He smiles at your sister before looking down at you. At this point your sleepiness was disappearing at the thought of Bowser taking you home. Yet you still groan out frustrated because you still wanted to party. "And don't even think about kidnapping her." She teased and poked his arm in a playful tone. She looks back at you and places a loving kiss on your forehead, soon said your goodbyes to some of the following guests and went on your way with Bowser.
The limo is waiting by the doors and thankfully the photographers have left for the night, Bowser thanked that no one could see him in this state. With you hung to his side as your sleepiness was taking over your body. "Come on sleepyhead, let's get ya' home and in some pajamas." He opens the door for you to enter first and you give him a certain look as he refers you as "sleepyhead".
He steps in the car to see you with your arms crossed in defense. He was about to question what the hell was the sour face for, but you answered. "I'm not even that tired." You lie through your teeth. And Bowser wasn't going to argue with you in this state. But without a response you took even more offence. "I told you I wasn't even tired." You huff and puff.
Bowser watched you try to defend your argument but it was so easy to see you as anything but argumentative. How cute you looked defeated, once again looked like a grumpy bunny.
"Stop being a brat Princess, we're going home." He tells you, rising his voice slightly more and with that you felt as to quip back at him. "You're being mean." You face away from him and drop your shoulders, all you wanted was go back to the party and enjoy your first time at the ball and now everyone was telling you to go home. Even if you were tired, you could careless, all you wanted was to dance with Bowser till the night turned to morning. You didn't want the night to come to an end so early. "Oh I'm being mean sure." He rolls his eyes at your response, he knew you weren't normally like this and it must have been your tiredness for this attitude.
You whip your head back towards him and scoot closer to him. "You are just a mean old man." This must've struck some sort of cord with Bowser. His eyebrows furrow low and his voice dropping down an octave or two. Which makes you feel hot hearing his voice like this. "Shut up Princess." He bites down his jaw while looking in your eyes. There was a slight flame that began to grow, replacing your sleepiness with lust. He must be delusional himself, there was no way it was that easy to make you get turned on. "Make me." You faux mock him, inching your face closer with him and you didn't expect what he would say next and follow up with. "Oh I will." He smirks.
His hand reaches to your face and pulls you so close that your lips are practically touching, yet he doesn't initiate a kiss. It was you that pulled him to a kiss by grabbing on his coat. Your small hand prying on his collar. His smirk still remains while developing the kiss, it was tender at first. Careful and questioning if this was right but you never pulled away or denied, rather you were the one to push further in the kiss. Bowser's other hand reached for your back. Pressing your body on top of his.
Thankfully there was a divider from the driver and the passengers.
And both were extra thankful because the kiss began to get more intense then original thought. Your body squirmed in his hold as you kiss him, he peeks his eyes open to witness this. Your eyes a shut close tight. Your hands wonder around him, like you didn't know were they had to be, there was no doubt in his mind this was the first time you made out with someone. And he was glad it was him to show you the ropes of it all. Your cheeks are still flushed with blush, and then there it was. That squeak of a moan. As if you tried your damn hardest to try not to make a sound.
With your little moan Bowser grabbed you tighter and lifted you from your seat to place you on his lap. A more comfortable seat in your opinion, along with Bowser's. You break off the kiss for a couple of seconds to giggle at his actions but he pulled you back to the kiss. Once again you moan in his mouth, you felt so embarrassed. Like he thought this was going to be a turn off, though it was quite the opposite. Your small sounds going straight to his growing boner underneath his pants, which he hoped you haven't felt yet.
The next time you moan Bowser groans and takes a deep breath, taking in your scent and slightly moving his hips to fix his position. By his movement he slightly grinded you and having friction while being light headed for making out made you whine out loud. At this Bowser pulls back to take a look at you, your lips puffed out a slight swollen from the kiss. Your eyes are half-lidded. "Look at this little noisy bunny you are." His finger hooks your chin to force you to stare at him. Again you squirm at his actions which he found humoris.
He was about to speak again but the car gently stopped presumably at the castle.
Bowser's face drops in defeat and you couldn't leave him high and dry. "Come in please, I don't want to be alone." You softly beg for him, even hearing your words leave your lips you knew it sounded despite but there was no denying the fact that you had aroused from all the making out. "Only because you said please." He teases and opens the door for you.
There was no time for pleasantries as the front door closed, Bowser took you in his arms and made his way to your bedroom. You almost question at how he knows where to go but his lips on yours shut you up before you could even think to ask.
As he opens the door you're still latched onto his broad shoulders. He adored how you clung in him like plastic wrap.
Though he loved the feeling on you wrapped around him, he did not want to crush you into the bed, well not quite yet. He breaks off the kiss her again, this time your frustration is event with the sound that leaves your throat. "Shh Princess, I'm just laying you down." He almost groans at your annoyance but with that slight fucked out face with barely even touch you was making him feral. He couldn't even get slightly angry with you. Your body sprawled out beneath him on your plush covered bed. Your dress already getting tossed halfway off your body, the way your legs twist together creating friction.
His sharp nails reach down to fiddle with the fabric of your dress, you almost thought he would just rip it off of your body, which you wouldn't truly mind. Your body was getting hotter by the seconds. But Bowser took his sweet time deliberately with cherishing this very point in time.
Your body decided in itself that it was done with feathered touches. And with little to no control, your hips bucked to meet with his hips. You didn't know exactly why your body was making you do this but the need and ache for friction was demanding. The slightly touch of his pelvic meeting yours made you whine out for more.
You were on the edge of begging for him to touch you, but then he swiftly took your dress off of your body. Throwing it to the side to be forgotten and abandoned. Along with yours he followed with taking his shirt and jacket combo along with that stupid bowtie.
He was about to climb over you, but your eyes shifted towards his lower half, his pants were still on. You send him a look, knowing that it was unfair that you were just in your underwear and he wasn't. He quickly took off his belt which clashed to the floor and his pants shortly after.
This time he actually climbed into your bed, the mattress sinking below his added weight. He instantly thought of breaking your bed, a physical reminder. That classic smirk spraying on his lips as he went for another kiss. And yet again your hands reach out for him, grabbing at whatever your fingers could clench into. Your nails slight digging into his skin, but doing absolutely no damage.
It became hot very quickly and your body, almost in auto drive was thrusting up at his to get some friction on your aching body. And once it makes contact with him your eyes roll back. It was so simple yet so pleasurable for you. You wanted to do this for ages and you knew you'd never be bored of it, especially when it was with Bowser. He barely even grinded back and you were moaning in his mouth all over again. He wonders if you'd even ever masturbated before from your reactions.
"Have you ever touched yourself?" He questioned, you hum out a response yet you were still out of focus and Bowser saw that. After all that making out and bump and grind clearly got through to you. He found it adorable how easily you were made stupid by his touch. "Have you ever touched yourself sweetheart?" This time around he was more assertive and the nickname took you to his presence. "Um, could you be more specific?" You glance away from his stare as you were embarrassed by his question and even your response. "More specific?" He quietly repeats in disbelief, what did you even mean by that? "Have you fingered yourself?" He asks in a somewhat obvious tone, you shake your head in a nervous way.
This made Bowser's heart skip a beat, what do you mean you've never touched yourself? It was wrong to think this way, he thought, but being your first everything made him even harder than before. "I've only done stuff over my panties." You mustered enough courage to tell him, an audible groan escape passed his throat at the images of your small hands circling your clit over your panties. It made him even hotter that you were that innocent that you couldn't even do physical contact with your own body for pleasure.
He chastity kisses you again, "How'd I'd get lucky." He whispers more to himself rather than you but it still makes you flustered.
"Now it was time to actually rip off your clothes, starting with that annoying bra of yours which keep those pretty tits behind em'." Bowser explains and without fail you hear a rip of the fabric. He waved the bra in his hand before tossing it. And on cue his eyes shift down to your boobs, they were perked and nipples hard. You slightly hiss when they hit the cold air of your room, even though you felt on fire. "Even better than I'd imagine." He almost growls and you audibly moan loud at his comment. Something happened to you when you mentally pictured him think about you in this way, you clamp your thighs together.
He ignored your moan and went straight to laying soft and tender kisses on your breast. He knew this was your first time so you would be overwhelmed with all this pleasure so he took mercy on you and your body, even if the thought of overstimulating you was present in his mind. Just imagine your squirm and begging him to slow down while fucking you, watching as tears stream down your cheeks.
Though it was hard to push those thoughts he was gentle. And his prediction was right, you were over sensitive with simple kisses and suckling on your breast. Your hands flying to his head to either push him deeper into your skin or push his away. But it wasn't long enough until Bowser's lips racked down your soft body and torso. Down to the place he knew you needed the most attention. His finger tips could already feel the small patch of dampness in the center and could tell by the way your hips bucked and begged for him.
You shut your eyes in anticipation. Despite your eyes being closed Bowser watches each and miniscule reaction. Watching as your eyebrows curl and your lips separate, or biting your cheek to muffle your needy noises.
His nails pull on your panties and down your legs, his eyes fixated on your expression. But he knew he couldn't stare at you forever with your exposed pussy in full display for him, almost like a present wrapped with a bow and he was ready to tear it open. And if he didn't want to devour you before, now he definitely was without a doubt.
Once his eyes landed on your center he truly saw how turned on you actually were. Virgin's, they're so easily wet. You slightly glisten in the light, he could tell you were aching, poor thing. But thankfully he was here to help you out.
A long stripped lick made you shot open your eyes down at Bowser. You choked on a moan as he went for another stripe. Your breath already starting to become laboured. "Baby, relax." He simply states, but they vibrations from his voice made you slam your head back down on your pillow. With that he chuckled and went back to licking your cunt. His tongue flickering at your clit at every stripe and you knew you wouldn't last long.
Your hands grip at his hair to bury his head further in your cunt. Your mouth is constantly open with spilling of moans and other obscenities, in any other occasion you'd be embarrassed but you were distracted with pleasure. You even moan out his name, slurring it with profanity. And he loved how whiney and high pitched you were getting and how that laced with his name.
Now you were thrusting your hips towards his mouth, your thighs starting to shut around his head. Your babbling starting to become incomprehensible. A warm tingling thriving through the pit of your stomach, reach up through your body. You didn't know exactly what this meant but it felt so good and you knew you didn't want Bowser to stop anytime soon. And he apparently understood that too.
He could feel your cunt start to squeeze nothing other than the couple of time his tongue ran through it, making you moan a little louder each time.
You rub your thighs against his face, "Bowser - Bowser - Bowser…" You whine while you body continues thrusting, it was all becoming so difficult to sense anything but pleasure. "Shh, Shh. I know bunny, you're alright." He's barely audible in your ears and the vibration of his voice bring that heat to an all time high. And a final lick of your clit made you unravel.
He helped you along your way down your high. Your legs shaked and your hands griped rough in his hair all while you groan, drawing out your moans while screwing your eyes closed. It was the most pleasure you've ever felt in your entire life. In your head your mind was repeatedly thanking Bowser for this impressive pleasure he caused you, but your mouth felt like cotton. Horse and dumb even. No words escaped passed your lips as you try.
Bowser found this even more comical then they way you were chanting his name over and over again.
But as your consciousness returns to you, you knew he wasn't done with you and strangely you weren't ready to give out just yet.
He smirks while you finally make eye contact with him, "Thank you." Soft spoken words of gratitude towards the Koopa King. This took Bowser slightly by surprise as no one has ever said thanks for giving them an organism, by your innocentance it made perfect sense. It was adorable even.
You were about to say that you wanted more but he must have read your mind because he lifted himself up again and pulled down his boxer. Setting free his cock, the top swollen and red. Pre-cum pebbling out and leaking down his shaft. Saying he was big was an understatement, you couldn't possibly think he'd in actuality fit inside of you. And once again he must of read your mind, "Oh I'm going to make it fit Princess." He laughs at your expression.
He pumped himself at the sight of you, in your dazed state and the slight plead behind your eyes for him. How you made his heart melt into pudding, he wouldn't say it out loud, but he'd do literally anything for you without a second thought. And he secretly hates that about you.
He's already groaning at the thought of your tight cunt wrapped deliciously around him and he couldn't wait any longer.
He lines himself at your entrenching and waiting hole. You stare up at him, Bowser's face so concentrated. Wth what exactly, you didn't know nor care, all you cared for was him actually fucking you. You wanted this man to take you to places you've never experienced and you knew he could make you feel things you'll never feel again. You were about to whine out for him to make a move, but he provided exactly what you needed.
You choked on the moan that threatened to slip past your lips. The intense pain of just his tip made tears prick on your eyes. You shut your eyes once again, trying to ground yourself and muster up some strength.
Meanwhile, he's slowly pushing himself further in your tight cunt. It was better than anything he's felt in his entire life. And if it felt like this everytime you'd have sex, he wasn't going to allow you to be with anyone but him. He watches as your small hands grip on the bedding and crunch roughly. He knew this had to be painful for you and he knew he had to take his time with you. But you were making it so much more difficult with the mewls you're making and the huffing and puffing.
It was painful, yes, but there was this dull sense of that same pleasure when he was eating you. That unfamiliar warmth that felt like a fire beginning to build. Bowser felt that as you squeezed his cock.
All of this made you think of the dream you had this morning, everything coming back to you like a boomerang. And the mental image of his hand around your throat to choke you came back and thinking of it made you gush. At this point in time your dignity was thrown out the window, there was no point to try to achieve it back. "Please-please put your hand around my throat." This statement itself completely went to Bowser's dick, slowly pushing deeper in your cunt. "Awe look how cute that is, asking so politely with your pleases." He faux mocks. Causing you to whine in anticipation. "And here I thought you were all so innocent." He laughed this time, embarrassment for your request was evident with the shades of reds on your cheeks and how you faced away from him. But he wasn't done with these teasing.
His head dipping close to your ear, all while his hand was ghosting your neck. "Was this what you dreamt about this morning? Me choking you while I fucked you?" Your eyes widen and air cut short. He saw you this morning having that sex dream?
How mortified you felt was an understatement, yet he actually laughed out loud at the look of shock you gave him. His deep and sultry voice looms over your frame, over your mind. His voice whispers sweet nothing in your ear. This was exactly what you've dreamt of, there was no possible way this wasn't another dream.
Your hands let go of your sheets and reach upwards to Bowser's large arm, the same arm that had his hand around your throat. His hand tightens around your throat to cut off a slight bit of oxygen, making your eyes roll in the back of your head. And that heat was about to burst at any moment by this action. Bowser saw that you were about to come again and chuckled at how easy you were. It was almost too easy to have his way with you.
Your legs begin to shake and your moans are messy with his name. Your fingers gripping so harshly on his arm that it almost hurt. Your breathing is heavy once again and it is all becoming so much more intense as before. Tears slowly start shedding down your puffy redden cheeks, you could barely comprehend that you were crying from the pleasure. But Bowser found this laughable, "That's it bunny, cry for me." He snickers while lowering his body closer to yours. His face inches above yours and at his present you crack open your eyes. Only to meet with his tongue lapping up your salty tears.
You sob at the high that seemed to hit you like a superstar. Chanting out his name with sin. Tears spilling down all while your body thrusts in his grip, your vision becoming blurred. Maybe it was the combination of lack of oxygen and a mind blowing orgasm, you felt on the brink of passing out. Bowser quickly understood and let go on his grip on your throat. You quickly gasp for air. "Come back to me Princess, can't have you pass out just yet. I'm almost done, you can hold on for a couple of more minutes bunny." He speaks but you hardly understand his words.
In this condition of being fucked out and the overstimulation beginning to shock you was making Bowser reach his high. The way your cunt locked in a squeeze around his cock was enough for him to curse. You were going to be the death of him and he knew that all too well. You couldn't think of anything but Bowser, you mind erased and dumb. Your words are being barely comprehensible, mixed with your whining moans and tears. And Bowser found that absolutely captivating.
It was only a couple more thrust before he gained his high and swiftly pulled out of your aching cunt.
His cum spewing out on your soft stomach, painting a white coat that filled your torso. He grunts and groans, your name laced in as well. Having this sight before you is better than any dream your brain could have made up with your imagination. Yet you still were so tired and on the verge of falling asleep.
You barely felt the shift of his weight as he collapsed beside you. You hum in contempt and scoot closer to his body. A smile forming on his lips, of course you'd be the type of person to cuddle after sex. Your small frame getting taken overpowered by sleep. And before you could fall asleep, Bowser lifted your comforter and wrapped both of you. Your body completely relaxes by his tenderness and you drift off to sleep.
It was only a couple minutes after you falling asleep when he heard the opening of the front door to the castle. The muffled voice of Peach ringing out, "We're back! You better be in your pajamas when I come up there." She yells out unsuspecting and Bowser thought for a moment to run out but glancing down to see your head pressed up to his chest in comfortable sleep, he couldn't dare leave you. Especially because he just took your virginity, you didn't deserve to wake up alone. Along with the image of Peach's face would be undoubtedly hilarious with seeing her little sister with him.
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