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May I request an older male yautja x afab mixed reader smut? The Yautja is the readers mentor and has takien the human reader under his wing. He has a very tough love approach, leaving the reader feeling unloved & not enough for him. After a squabble she runs off and gets in a dangerous situation with (alien of your choice etc) and manages to come out alive and kill it. When he finds the reader he is proud of the kill but is angry that they did something so wreckless. Later he admits he felt crippling fear that she could've died and that he couldn't protect her. Leads to him cleaning up her injuries and then some fluffy protective smut. Maybe with a hint of praise, size, and breeding kink? Thank you! If this is too long just use what you want for inspo! Or if you don't want to write it at all that's okay too! Btw your stories are sooo gooood💖💖😭🙏🏽

Tough Love

Pairings: Woftik (Male Yautja) x AFAB reader (girl is used)

Warnings: knotting, sex, smut, P in V, praise kink, size kink, breeding kink, tough love between the two, lots of cursing.

Word Count: 6565 (Uh, don't know how that happen)

Summary: Out in the universe, it's not a kind place. No mercy. Nothing is given but taken. You are under the firm wing of Woftik, an elder and old Yautja among his kind. He takes you with him as he lives out the rest of his life. But after a squabble, you leave to find peace for the time being. You find yourself with a dead animal. Suck on that Woftik!

Author Note: Holy fucking shit. I didn't mean for this to be sooooo long but damn, I went at it. Hope you enjoy. Sorry since this came a few days later than intended. Been chipping away at it slowly! Also, I'm working on the other asks, I promise!

Masterlist

Ao3

This planet is peaceful. To the sounds of wildlife, to the atmosphere safe enough for you to be maskless. Yet, the only other being near you was geared up, for the most part, and sparring close by. A well known weapon in hand as he sliced through the air.

As any other Yautja would if he cared about his ooman, he taught you how to fight. But his approach… was difficult. You were only human compared to the mighty beast he was trained to be. There was limits to what you could do. How far you could jump or fall to land on your feet. What you could eat out in the alien world. To your own strength. No matter what you did, it didn’t seem to impress him. It was hopeless at this point. You couldn’t even kill the calm creatures that roamed this planet.

Woftik made that clear to you. One arm easily kept you at arm’s length away as you tried to touch him. Nothing worked to at least shock the big brute.

That had happened ten minutes ago. It was completely embarrassing to you. You had dignity and pride but every time you sparred with him, he gave no room for failure. One missed step. You were knocked down. You swing too late. Down. Too close. Down. Too far. Down.

From afar, you glared daggers at him. Why you agreed to come along with him, you’ll never know. The grey Yautja continued on like nothing was wrong and moved with a grace you could only dream. You know what. Fuck him and his uptight ass.

“If you continue to glare at me, you might burn holes into my flesh,” he causally spoke with a downstroke of his Combistick. The Yautja name was on the tip of your tongue. Another thing he would shake his head, disappointed.

Your eyes rolled before you could stop it. Disappointing head shake. “I could care less if you were struck like lightning right now,” you bit at him. It’s been building up. Boiling over the course of a year with him. Every mistake he’s told you’ve made. Every shake of his head. Every time he’s put you down into the ground. Nothing you’ve done has made him happy or let alone, impressed him. What were you supposed to do to win over his appraisal? Dance around naked while singing a hip hop song?

The light noises of his armor and tresses stopped. Welp, you’ve done it now.

One thing he’s taught and stuck was sensing his growing presences without hearing Woftik. Your spine tensed as he stepped closer and closer then he stopped right behind you. Now, you heard his deep breathing and felt the heat rolling off of him.

“Fire. Use that when you train and fight. It’ll help you defeat your opponent,” he said from above you, voice a bit airy from his breathing. Your hands were shaking at your sides. Again with this bullshit. Never once has he praised you for doing something right!

You rapidly stood up and whipped around to face him. A digit harshly poking into the exposed flesh on his torso. When standing, you couldn’t even meet his shoulders, barely standing at his biceps. Damn him and his size. Maybe that’s the last remaining reason you haven’t tried to kill him yet or do something stupid. “Shut up about that shit.” One hand grasped a tress and pulled him down to your level. “I do my damn best and it’ll never match what you want from me! You always put me down. You can never say something nice. It��s not in your fucking programing, bitch,” you screamed at him. Those words came from somewhere deep, something that’s been festering for a long time.

Both of your pupils were flames of anger and rage he’s never seen before. One that made him almost see you as an enraged female Yautja. Woftik wrapped his fingers easily around your wrist forced you to let go of his sensitive tress. Your face formed into dread as you realized what you had done. Yet, the high of anger still blazing in your veins prevented you from apologizing. Instead, you ripped your hand back and glared daggers up at Woftik.

The Yautja wasn’t moved at your display. Your touch on his tress made his groin swirl with life. He knew you knew what that meant after touching them before. It was a learning session constantly between the two of you. He slightly cocked his head, an upper mandible twitching at your display.

“You have much to learn. Young and stupid, little girl. We aren’t done training today,” he stated and kept a cool, calm expression on his face as he stared down at you. You growled at his words, fists shaking at your sides. That’s it.

With a roll of your shoulders and ripping your wrist bac, you turned your back to him and stomped away. “Since you can’t fucking admit you can’t say a single nice thing, I’ll leave you to think.” Underneath your breath, you whispered more curse words at him as you went away. Before leaving camp though – one thing that’s stuck, you swiped a machete that was hanging a tree. Never go out without a weapon. You’re not that stupid, not as much as he thinks. Bitch.

The planet’s suns bared down on you, heavy and hot. You stayed close to the tree’s cover, the UV making your skin start to burn. Creatures, similar to birds, called out to the forest around. That was a signal of safety. If the forest was quiet, find shelter. That means something dangerous is trekking through the forest. Which meant, you weren’t a treat to them.

Dirt dusted a small area before you, your shoes now covered in it. This was stupid. Woftik was stupid. What does he know? Fucking alien. Why does he think he’s better? Why… why doesn’t he at least point out the tiny good things you do right? Just something. Anything. You were far from earth, with no one besides that big, bulky, asshole. He did have a great ass. You stopped in your tracks at the thought. I’m sorry? Brain, what the fuck?

Quiet. Every noise was cut off. You immediately fell to your haunches and grasped at your only weapon. It would have to do.

At the edge of your hearing, you heard the sound of footfalls. Four. It wasn’t Woftik. Plus, you wouldn’t hear him unless he wanted to be spotted. No. This was a creature. You wanted to turn tail and run or find somewhere to hide so it didn’t get you, trained or not, peaceful planet or not. Yet, your body was frozen. An idea came to mind.

Kill something. That’ll earn his praise. Killing is important to the Yautja. You smirked to yourself. If that somehow doesn’t get anything of the sort from Woftik. That’s it. You’ll find some way back home and forget that beautiful ass of his. With everything he’s taught and that you remember, you wanted to hunt something. He dug up a primal instinct as a hunter from long, long ago.

The steps grew louder. You stalked behind a thick bush and watched the leaves. Your knuckles turning white as it got closer. It made you wonder what it could be. Woftik said this was a safe planet. Nothing big enough could harm you badly. Everything in the universe could do damage, just depends how much of said damage. You forced yourself to slow your breath and wildly beating heart. The unknown creature could possibly hear it and either attack or escape. Neither you wanted. You needed to have the upper hand as the smaller being out in the universe.

Breaths. Sniffing of little nostrils caught your attention. It’s not too terribly big. That’s relieving, you won’t have to worry about how bad the trek back to camp will be. Don’t kill prey that’s too big for your stomach. Another thing that Woftik taught you. You don’t need to bring down a buffalo sized animal for dinner.

Mixes of brown and greens, yet hints of bright yellows and vibrant purples covered the hide of a reptile looking creature. It has an iguana body and tail. Yet, its head was more corn snake shape. To be honest, it was striking in its posture and size. The creature is bigger than an iguana. From your spot, it looked to be four feet long with its tail. Perfect, an easy kill. You pulled on the leather strap for the armor on your forearm. Snug and tight.

You waited like a predator as it stepped closer and closer towards your bush. It’s nose flaring at each sniff. May be Woftik will teach you how to skin it and keep its hide. It was beautiful in its own way.

One more step. You launched out from the bush, one hand grasping the back of its neck, the other swinging the machete down. The alien screamed out, a horrible noise that sent nearby birds flying off. It bucked its head up, missing the blade by only a hair.

Its tail whipped around and snapped against your side. Pain flared to life moments after. You gritted your teeth with a snarl and tried to straddle the alien. Instead, it barreled rolled within your grasp.

Sharp claws raked across the skin on your thigh. You hissed and backed away from the squirming thing a safe distance away; weapon still held out in front of you. It got onto its feet and spat a horrid noise at you, spittle flying through the air. You returned fire and lunged once more at it. The thing scrambled out of the way.

This kept happening. After the third try, you knew it was impossible from that way. All you had gained was scratches, bruises, and whip marks. You had to think up a different way. You couldn’t throw the weapon at it, your aim wasn’t always true – something Woftik told you all the time. What else could you do? It’s usually best to attack first than let your opponent attack first. The latter gives them the advantage.

With a flurry of leaf litter and claws, the thing started to barrel towards you, mouth wide open for a bite. Shit! You readied your weapon and lowered your body closer to the ground. At the last possible second, you twisted out of the way. An opportunity had opened. You twirled back around and landed on its back. Your weight out did the creature’s.

Not a moment wasted as you pressed the blade up to the soft neck of it and sliced. Purple blood coated the shiny, silver metal of the machete. The hunt was over and won. You jumped to your feet and shouted a victory cry into the forest’s sky. Your heart thumbed in its bony cage as you stood over your kill.

Then, your shoulder’s slumped, it’s not a big kill. Enough to feed you and Woftik for the night. It’s not going to be enough to impress him though.

Your hand grasped the tail of the unknown creature and started to drag to a near by fallen log. With a heavy huff, you sat down and pulled a small cutting knife out. The blade hidden behind the metal armor on your forearm. From there, you begin to dress the animal, riding of the unnecessary parts, leaving those for scavengers or for the forest to consume.

Snap! You whirled around, cutting knife in one hand while the other held the machete. Both sets of knuckle turn white as your eyes searched the foliage for the origin.

Out stepped Woftik. The first wave of shock was swiftly consumed by a glare of daggers head straight at him. His stride as he marches over to you, shoulders tense with an unknown emotion. There’s something in his eyes you’ve never seen before, it makes you take a step back. He has to be mad, that’s what it was. Why? Why would he be mad? It’s not that he cared about you. “Why haven’t you return?!” he growled at you and stepped far into your personal space. The heat rolling off of him could’ve made you sweat.

Heavy, warm breaths washed over you. He was running. Was he searching for you? He was mad. Your mind was quickly gathering information to put the puzzle pieces together. “You’re not my babysitter,” you snarked up at him with a roll of your eyes.

A large, sweaty paw pinched the sides of your chin. He held you there, unmoving as his eyes scanned over you. Red blood and bruises easily spotted from where the creature had gotten its fair share of hits on you. His mind already fretting about your injuries. How could you run off like that?! Paya, you could’ve gotten yourself killed! “You are reckless, ooman! Running off wasn’t smart. You are easy target. Can die. And injured. You are injured.”

When his free hand tried to come and touch along your cheek, you smacked his hand away and pulled back. “I may be an easy target to you but guess fucking what, I killed something. I’m just like you know, like or not. I can hunt for myself,” you snapped back at him. Asshole

The anger on his strange alien face had you cracking. Not because you feared him. You lost that a long time ago. You gelt your heart stutter in its spot.

Woftik turned his head and saw the C’odap on the ground. The purple blood long turned brown now. He took a step away from it just at the sight. You killed it? A creature whose bit that could down a Yautja in under a minute. He felt his groin stir more. “You killed an C’odap?” he questioned quietly. The anger/concern leaving his system completely.

You stared up at him now confused. His entire posture changed with a snap of fingers. Suspicion surfaced within you. You cocked your head and a brow at Woftik. “Yeah. What about it?” It’s not going to be enough. Never is.

A heavy paw landed on your shoulder and he shook it. Your entire body tensed at this. This is different. He’s doing something different. “Good job, little girl,” he praised. He actually fucking praised you! You couldn’t stop the wide smile growing on your face. With that same hand, he placed it on top of your head and ruffled your hair.

In the moment, it didn’t bother you. He said you had done good. The words making your thighs clench together. “See, I can kill something.”

Woftik hummed and nodded his head. He was agreeing with you! “Yes, you can. I underestimated you, little girl. You did good.” A blush started to grow on your face as he continued. You couldn’t believe what he was saying, but you weren’t going to deny it either. No way in hell.

When the two of you returned back to camp – you carrying the C’odap, you dropped the creature by the fire. It had already been fully dressed with the help of Woftik. Currently, he’s cleaning up the wounds from your latest battle with said creature. The injures weren’t life threatening but they did sting, making you flinch at his touch every time.

The Yautja paused what he was doing, hands stopped over the injury on your upper, inner thigh. Your head tilted to the left. Woftik’s striking emerald, green eyes locked onto yours. Yet, Woftik just sat there, hands turned into fists which twitched like he wanted to do something. “Need something?” you questioned, voice clipped and reached for the nearby water pouch.

Warm, thick digits wrapped around your wrist and stopped you in your place. Your head snapped back up at him, caution swirling inside. He brought your hand up as he moved around the rock you sat on to be in front of you. Your hand touched his chest, feeling the strong thump of his heart. Your eyes widened at this move, yet unable to move away from him.

“You… I,” he trailed off, unable to find the right words he needed. Within his eyes, you saw the commotion and wondered why. What was wrong? You decided to stand up on top of the rock to stand near eye-to-eye with him.

Even with the rage swirling deep in the pit of your stomach, you felt concern on why he was feeling this way. Your free hand reached out, fingers brushing against the thinner scales on his cheek For an alien, he was quite stunning in his own way. “Tell me. You’re never held back before,” you muttered, words with a hint of anger towards him. You’re still boiling at his actions. Yet, the time you have been around him softened your heart.

Woftik clicked his tusks in thought, hand squeezing yours. It took a great amount of will power not to purr when your hands touched him. “Care… I worry. You could’ve died. You ran and found a C’odap. I wouldn’t been able to protect you. I’ve rarely left this, fear in my chest. It cripples me,” he confessed and wanted so badly to wrap his arms around you.

You barked a laugh that scared off a few nearby birds. “You were worried if I were to die? You sure don’t show that when we train. ‘I need to do better. Get up. That’s not what I taught you. Do better. Who taught you?’” you fired off the words he’s told you that stuck. You weren’t good enough.

When the words are thrown back to him, he doesn’t feel like he’s done something wrong. Instead, it’s the pain within your eyes that breaks Woftik. “I want you to do better. Be the best you can. Show off and be a dangerous hunter. My kind won’t treat you the way I do. The universe won’t treat you the way I do. It won’t give mercy. I train you this way because… because I care. I want you to be able to protect yourself,” he said and tugged you towards him. The movement throwing you off balance and almost making you tumble off the rock.

He catches you though, pressed up against him. Your heart stuttered, breath catching. You felt a feeling you’ve buried spring to the surface. That former rage simmering down. “A little praise would’ve helped. At least tell me that I’m doing good,” you snapped at him, half-heartily now.

Something in his eyes changed. The grip he had on you tightened. “Praise? Is that what I need to do to win over your heart?” Your eyes budged at his words. Huh?!?! Your thighs rubbed against one another. Fuck it. You’re throwing caution in the wind now.

“It can win over a lot of different things with me.” He growled. Heat pooling in the pit of your stomach right afterwards. Sparks of fire coming to life within his beautiful eyes. “All you have to do is ask.”

Claws bit into your softer flesh, sending spikes of pleasure through your body. Yet, your gaze never left his, in a challenge. You cannot deny the beauty that made up Woftik as something you saw. Maybe it was Stockholm syndrome… or something else.

“Do you want me?” he questioned instead. Your lips pressed together to hide away the smirk wanting to break your features. You only live once. And you’re currently stuck out on an alien planet with him.

What could stop you? Nothing. The answer is nothing. “Yes,” you whisper, scared it would break the trance the two of you had on one another. Woftik purred at this, hands squeezing their respected holds, causing you to gasp.

“Good girl.” Flipped, like a switch. Shit. Fuck you, I guess. That felt so good. How could words make you feel like putty in his hands? Was it him? Or his voice? Or just the words? You don’t want to find out, scared of the answer. You just want him to say that again to you. “Tell me, tell me how to pleasure you, little girl.” He knew you were different than one of his kinds female.

It’s him. That answered that quickly. It made you think. When did you start to feel for him? A year isn’t too terribly long. There wasn’t time to maul over that question.

A whine built up in the back of your throat. “Take, take my shirt off,” you muttered. The hand on his jaw drifted down to gently grasp his shoulder. Similar to him, you wanted to know as much you could. You craved now. All this time of the fighting and arguing, you wanted to learn more about Woftik. As much as he would allow.

The hand pressing yours to his muscular chest released the hold. Instead, it moved to the hem of your shirt and grasped the edge. With slow movements, Woftik tugged the article of clothing over your head. You shivered, not at the breeze, due to the fact you were more exposed to him. Yet, before he could continue further, “Wait, I want to know as well. I want this to be mutual.” Woftik paused and peered deeper into your eyes.

If he had found what he was looking for, you couldn’t tell. His free hand gently brushed against the skin underneath your breasts. You took a sharp breath in through your nose, eyes widening. The touch sent sparks shotting over your skin. The older male clicked his tusks together, a playful glint within those green eyes of his. “You want to know?” he reiterated. You didn’t trust your voice and nodded instead. He hummed and stroked his thumb right underneath your breast. It was starting to become harder to think.

Woftik shook his head. The strange, almost black, dark at the tips and light at the base, dreads with jewels or trinkets attached to them fell over his shoulders. “Touch, softly, gently.” You may be ooman, but one strong tug could detach a tress. Painful.

One of your hands listened to his commands and grasped the rubbery tube. Woftik’s body stuttered against yours, his eyes almost glazing over. Your thumb carefully rubbed against the dread. The Yautja’s entire form tensed, head bowing. A growl growing deep in his chest. “Mmm, sei-i, yes. Do that. Good girl,” he mumbled the best he could in English. He wanted to let you know.

This increased your confidence almost tenfold, yet you were still cautious on what you did. “Does that feel good?” You don’t know what possessed you to ask that. But you were glad you did.

A needy, husky whine sounded from the old Yautja. “Else… what else. Tell me. Need to feel you,” he struggled but got the point across. You couldn’t help the smirk on your face.

You grasped his free hand and placed it on one of your boobs. Holy fuck. Just his palm easily covered the flesh there. “Same. Gently. Rub over this-“ you pointed out your nipple. His gaze was eagerly watching you the best he could as you touched him. He followed your orders, thumb dragging over the sensitive skin.

When the side of his claw grazed over the growing peak, you keened, your own petting faltering. This gaze him a moment of relapse to think. More. “What else? Want more.” That state wasn’t only for him but for you. Both of you were hungry for each other. Growing more desperate as the seconds dragged on.

“Let’s undress,” you stated, already using your free hand to shimmy your shorts down. Though, with only one limb, it was difficult. Woftik was swift to help before working on his own. He only had a piece of metal armor strapped to him and a loincloth. Both were easy to remove.

As the last piece of clothing fell from his body, you found yourself pausing to stare at the empty space between his legs. Only a slit could be spotted. Though, he was in amazing shape, his frame delicious to look at, you couldn’t look away at the lack of nothing. “Where’s…” you trailed off, unable to question. You should’ve thought about asking if it was possible. Should’ve known with an alien.

Your almost spoken question was answered as the tip of a bright green penis started to poke out. Your first reaction was to reach down and rub your thumb against it like a clit. Your other hand started back at playing with the tress within its grasp. Woftik’s cock further pushing out into your limb. You licked your lips then gazed back up at the Yautja.

Woftik’s eyes were hooded, drool starting to drip down from his lower mandibles. You couldn’t stop yourself, “Good boy.” You don’t know what possessed you to say that but you did. His hips rocked forward, cock fully sliding out.

It wasn’t like anything you seen before. It definitely had its alien look to it. The tip was pointed, ridges lined the sides. What made your eyes widen was the budge at the base. A knot. A fucking knot. You felt yourself clench and dampen your underwear. Sweet gods, this was heaven.

The hand on your breast drifted down to your thigh and pulled up. Instinctively, you jump up, legs wrapped around his thick waist.

Without wasting a second, the Yautja knelt down besides the rock and placed you down on the ground. His cock was moist as slide against your feverish skin. God, you wanted him inside of you, feel him, maybe taste him if he would allow that.

“Want.” His English was leaving the longer this went on. His mind becoming foggy, only focused on you. Woftik humped against your mound with the same hungry as you. “Yes?” He’s trying, really he is. But when you’re smelling like the greatest hunting ground, he can’t think straight. Your spread out for him, underneath him, ready for the taking. All you need to do was consent.

“I want to feel you, Woftik. Fill me,” you demanded but then wanted to change your position. Before he could do anything, you twisted onto your side, resting on an elbow. Your upper leg was lifted, fully exposing your vagina to the hungry Yautja before you. His pupils narrowed. He rushed to grasp at the leg you offered and pulled you flush to him.

His penis rubbed against your mound, spurts of precum already landing on your skin. You were soft, so soft but strong and willing. He wants you badly and you gave him permission. Once he knots and fills you with his seed, you’ll be his. Only his.

You were becoming impatient with him and reached down to grasp his cock. When your small digits touched him, he keened, hips thrusting. “Stop, let me. Go slow though, very slow. It’s been awhile.” When you’re stuck with only one other being on a spaceship, you aren’t able to do those things.

He listened to you, pausing and impatiently waiting for you. You guided him and pushed just half the tip in. “Move, just, just a little,” you were a little nervous now. His size wasn’t something to laugh at. Big guys have big dicks.

With just a drop of his strength, he pushed forward as you commanded then stopped. Your walls flutter around him, making every fiber of being wanting to push all the way in. But you didn’t say he could and he didn’t want to hurt you, being smaller than he is. Instead, he hissed underneath his breath and bowed his head.

On the other hand, you were starting to lightly pant. It was only his tip in but it was effecting you. You mewled, hand coming to grasp at his hip. “Move, little again.” This continued to happen until he was fully sheathed within you. When his hips met yours, the two of you cried out in sync. Harmony.

Woftik leaned down, tresses falling to create a curtain. “You feel so good. Your body is heavenly.” You keened at those words, jaw fallen with pants afterwards.

The pain was manageable. All you wanted was him, you had that. Now, you were desperate for more. Your hand on his hip push at him, he allowed you to move his hips back then forward. Woftik got the idea quickly and pulled out then back in. A steady pace starting.

“Feels so good, little ooman. Gonna knot you,” he chittered, head thrown back and dreads slapping against his bare back. Woftik was already imagining how it would feel to push his knot into you. The way your walls flutter around him told him he wasn’t alone. He snarled at the feel of you. “You want that? Pretty girl? You want my knot? Want me to breed you?”

Your eyes set wide, gawking at him at that. Yet, you couldn’t stop the way your body trembled with in his grasp at what he had said. He saw and felt all of this and purred contently at himself. At this point, his knot was already catching on your entrance. Similar to him, its been a little bit since he’s knotted a female.

This was amazing. It was better than anything you could imagine during all those lonely showers/baths. Your hands weren’t going to be enough anymore. He’ll have to be the one to satisfy you from now on. With the way he grasped your leg, claws digging into flesh, you could have to say the same for him.

Once he started a sturdy pace, you reached out with a free hand, sliding up from his hip to his chest. That was as far you could go, his height and size out doing yours. Yet, the strange, rubbery dread was withing reach. You grasped it with the same delicacy as before and rubbed at it again.

Woftik’s hips slammed flush with yours as a husky snarl vibrated from his chest. “You’re so pauking soft, little one. Squeezing me. Gonna milk me? That what you want?” Your voice was not to be trusted. Instead, you rapidly nodded your head, trying to push yourself back onto him so he would move. He needed to move so you could come.

“My good little ooman. Squeezing me tightly. You’re doing so good for me,” his voice had become permanently grumbly, his words barely understandable but you heard them, loud and clear. You had no clue how he had the brain power to talk

“Woftik, please!” you desperately begged for him to move. Give you anything so you can come. Tears prickled the corner of your eyes, teeth gritting against one another. “Don’t stop. Keep going.” Short sentences is all you can get out. You could barely think when he felt like he was in your guts.

This time, he did not listen to you. Instead, he rubbed his hips against yours, creating friction on your clit. You gasped with a curse, hands fisting air, and bowed your head.

The Yautja’s attention was immediately snatched. This was new. He was found something.

He did the same motion again, gaining the same reaction. With one hand, it moved down your leg to the spot where his cock was sheathed inside of you. Wetness coated his limb, he shifted it around until he brushed over something and you made the same noise. Found it.

With the same precision as a hunter, he used his pointer and middle finger to further spread your folds. The area around was wet with your slick, the smell drifting up onto his tongue. Next time, he’ll taste you.

You watched as he searched for your clit. Maybe he’ll have bett-oh! Woftik’s thumb laid over the knob and carefully pressed on it. Your head thrown back as you fell onto the ground, on your back. There was wolfish grin on his alluring, alien face. One he was happy to show as he gently circled the sensitive skin. At least he’s remembering to be soft.

It drew moans, heavenly moans from you. Your grip on his dick tightened almost painfully. Striking, so, so striking to him. He watched as your spine arched up to him, enticing his other hand to place with another sensitive part of your strong body. “Good girl. So good. Does this feel good to you?” he questioned and did the same motion as before.

An arm was thrown over your eyes, unable to look him in those green eyes. That wasn’t going to do. He wanted to see you fall apart underneath him. Watch you come around him as pleasure drowns your eyes. “Look at me,” his husky voice tightened as an order rolled off of his tongue.

Immediately, you listened to him and peered up at him. His size truly hitting you. His hand was easily wrapped around your calf. Your heel almost reaches his shoulder, but not quite. He easily engulf you with his frame alone. “Now, tell me. Does this feel good?”

“Yes, Woftik. Now, move. I can’t take it anymore. Let me come!” you cried to him, too far gone to truly know what you were saying in the moment. You have gone far too long without a proper, good fucking. The lonely rubbing in the showers no longer did it for you. This is what you needed all along.

A purr soared through his chest. “Atta girl,” he huskily whispered, his retracting from yours only to shove hie length back into you. The same pace as before almost knocking you away from him if it wasn’t for his hold. “So good for taking me, letting me breed you, going to let me knot you. Pretty little thing full of me and soon to be my seed.”

As he thrusted, he circled your clit with a thumb. You were done. The words, him filling you, the feel of his cock, him touching your clit. It was far too much and there was no stopping it. You felt the coil in the pit of your stomach tighten. “Woftik, I’m gonna… gonna,” you sobbed.

Mentioned Yautja let your leg rest at his side, thumb still on your clit. Instead, he rested an elbow right by your head to be eye-to-eye with you. He had to arch his back just to be eye level with you. His shadow completely covered you. His body engulfed you.

The fire and power within them was breath taking. The hunger he felt for you was right there. He wanted you. Wanted this. Badly. Just the same as you. The tension between the two of you breaking beyond repair. One, even if it was fixable, you would never try.

While on one elbow, he slid that hand behind your head forced you to look down; pinky and thumb easily touching your cheek bones. The position was hard to hold and Woftik helped you, continuously thrusting into you. “Look how I fill you with my cock alone. Look how you coat me. I want to feel you, little one. Come around me. Be my good girl,” you muttered, eyes becoming hooded once more.

Explosions of pleasure shot through every nerve of your body. You tried to make noise but it was caught in your throat. Every muscles tensing, causing you curl in on yourself. But Woftik wouldn’t allow that and used the hand on the back of your head to keep you watching. Your eyes rolled up into your head, toes curling and closing around his wide waist.

Once you crested the peak, a shriek pierced the air. What sounded like his name within the call. He snarled above you, mandibles drawing close to his face. You felt heavenly around him. The pulses and squeezes being the nail in the coffin.

Woftik slammed his hips against yours once last time and roared his release. It was so deafening you were shocked out of your ecstasy and felt an immense pressure within you. The hand toying with your clit went to your hip instead, claws digging into the flesh there.

You weren’t even done with your first orgasm when you felt yourself thrown into another. Less powerful but still shocking. He felt this, rutting up into and wanting to press his knot further into you.

As you fell back down to this planet’s surface, you groaned at a stinging pain between your legs. You gasped and tried to crawl backwards as your first reaction. Woftik grasped your throat with the hand that was on the back your head. Another gasp sounded from you at the action. “Stay,” he grumbled, eyes closed and chest heaving.

A whine escaped, “Hurts.” This wasn’t something you’ve ever felt before. It didn’t hurt before. Why was it now? Your nails dug into the dirt before, compacting underneath them.

Hot, moist air blew heavily over your own feverish skin. Woftik keened into the crook of your shoulder. Paya, you milked him dry. He should’ve thought about the end before carrying it out. There was nothing he could do though without hurt you more. Pulling his knot would cause damage, the last thing he wanted to do. “Knot. My, my knot. Couldn’t help. Mine,” he growled, vibrating against you. You moaned at his words, arms coming to wrap around his neck. He allowed you to pull him flush with you, as much as possible with his size.

Knot. You should’ve known. You noticed when he first showed himself to you. He’s big normally. Compared to him, you’re small. Of course it would hurt.

“Relax, little one,” he attempted to purr and placed a hand on your stomach. It easily took up the entire space. “It’ll ease soon.”

The Yautja couldn’t stay like this though. His old back was starting to ache in this position. With one arm, he slid it underneath your back and kept you flush to him. A hunter’s diligence, he oh-so-carefully flipped your position so you could lay on top of him. It barely caused his knot to pull at your entrance, only making you yelp quietly.

Now, your head rested halfway on his pecs. You were forced to let go of his neck. Instead, you grasped a dread and barely placed any pressure on it. The old Yautja purred, an arm clung over your chest to keep you secure to him. “You did so good for me. Taking my knot and seed,” he says to fill the silence. He wants you to feel good. He didn’t know his words weren’t encouraging you the way he thought they were when training.

Yet, he saw what the praise did to you. It was a one-eighty change. He’ll keep that pinned within his mind next time.

“Hm, I didn’t know you knew how to be nice.” Woftik snorted with a roll of his eyes. “Always thought you didn’t have a good bone in your body.”

“I’m still knotted inside of you.”

“I can do another round.” A part of him believed that. “Just give me five minutes.”

He clicked his laughter. “I don’t think you could handle another load from me.”

A challenge. One you were happy to accept. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” All that earned was a head tilt. You sighed with a drop of your shoulders. “Nevermind.”

His hand stroked down the length of your back. “Relax. Survive this first.” You fell for him a long time ago.

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