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sinisterexaggerator · 2 years ago

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Thot: sweet and fluffy morning sex with sweet Shriv and some breakfast in bed🥺🥺🥺.

Ooh, I love this. I was instantly inspired. Don't ask me what happened. This went to a weiiiiird place, but... I really like it. xD Some sweet, sweet angst along with a soft and sexy Duros with some *cough* breakfast in bed.

Shriv Suurgav x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1.6k+

Warnings: NSFW : 18 + // Smut, angst, bad dreams, comfort, PiV sex, cunnilingus, fingering, kissing, cuddling, and fear of death.

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Breakfast in Bed

Explosions - the rapid firing of blasters - the earth rocked beneath you as you swayed from side to side trying to keep your balance. You were blinded by a thermal, the sweltering fluorescence expanding before your eyes as it consumed everything beyond your sight’s horizon.

You ran for cover; you saw white armor. Men shouted, and women too, their lamentations ringing out among the din of battle charges and orders barked. Your heart raced. You did not know if you would make it.

You saw Suurgav. He waved for you to walk forward towards him, urging you to take shelter under the canopy of a downed tree trunk. You paused; he hadn’t noticed the grenade. You screeched his name, “Shriv!!!” before the device erupted.

You awoke; you meant to scream, but the sheets were stirring. Your anxiety contorted into pleasure as your labored breaths transformed into immodest moans; you reached out above your head to grip the bedframe, steadying yourself for there was a Duros between your legs.

“What- what are you doing?” you breathed out heavily, suddenly enraptured. It was a stupid question; it was obvious. Shriv paused only momentarily, his husky voice reverberating betwixt your thighs.

“Haaving breakfasst in bed,” he stated perversely, a mischievous lilt coloring his tone. He continued with his mission, and by the Core he was so good at it. You had trained him well when just months ago the man was timid. His fear had all but left him as he had mapped out and memorized the best way to make you writhe.

Now he wouldn’t stop; he did this often. You had lost count of your many orgasms.

It was a reward in and of itself to see you squirm beneath him; to taste your distinct branding and your unique flavor. He was addicted, and Gods – you were wholly blessed for it.

Your hips bucked upward to meet his hungry mouth – you weren’t afraid of his fangs by now - he was industrious with the way he feasted on you, and being careful was always his prerogative.

He took the hint - you wanted more of it. He gently pressed against either side of your inner thighs. He splayed your legs apart, exposing you in your most vulnerable state. He had never bothered to lift the blankets.

He delved into your mound with unmatched enthusiasm out of anyone you had ever known with this much familiarity; you coaxed the sheet back to expose the lurid act. You couldn’t help yourself; you loved to watch.

“Mmmnnn,” he moaned into your cunt as he dined on you like you were a well-earned meal - a kill freshly captured - his appetite insatiable. Your voice left you in a ragged breaths; you were cracking and Suurgav would be the one to split you open.

Shriv kept his lengthy digits anchored across your legs even as you contrived a struggle. He knew you loved it when he wouldn’t let you go. You had taught him to be forceful. He was lying flat down on his belly, his legs extended by the knees to adjoin together in the air as his feet kicked leisurely.

His motile tongue took turns swirling and furling around your clit before licking a stripe down your labia minora and slinking his way into your dripping slit.

That skillful muscle probed you; he fed off you; he clamped down harder on your thighs as he drew you forward and lapped at your secretions like an animal quenching its inappeasable thirst for water. He pushed his tongue further into your quivering sex before he darted right back out again, trailing a path back to your throbbing bud.

You gasped as he shifted and filled you with one finger. It was slow, delicate, and it penetrated you with ease. You were already so drenched.

“That’ss a good girl…” he teased, his words praising your heightened arousal for him, exuded in a dry flirtatious baritone as he mildly laughed, though it wasn’t meant to be a mockery.

He matched his own speed as he caressed your inner walls, the Duros rumbling at the simple way your body threshed against his calm and patient strokes.

You came within minutes, seconds, Suurgav smooshing his rostrum directly against your tuft of wiry curls - your fleshy prominence - as he buried his tongue again, sampling of the nectar he had drawn from you.

Your release caused something surprising, something you had not experienced before. The vocalized expressions of your ecstasy morphed into tears of fear and overwhelming anxiety.

The Duros removed himself; he looked aghast. He reached out for you, though he was overcome with a sudden shyness and a sense of guilt.

He stammered; he was terrified that he had injured you. “F-F-Fullua?! What’s wrong?!”

He looked near to tears himself. He was shaking like a leaf as he searched you over. You raised your arms for him and begged him silently.

He crawled forward and you kissed him with more passion than you had meant to. Shriv gasped but accepted this dumbfounding gesture. Your hands explored his face; his head; his shoulders, even as he was about to have a heart attack.

“Shriv, I dreamt you died. It was so real!” You rolled with him. He was beneath you even as you sealed his lips with yours again. He slept naked, you both did. There was nothing to bar you from his full erection.

Without warning you placed him within yourself; you softly wept as you began to ride him. He stared up at you, chest heaving. He raised one hand; his fingers crept; they shakily brushed against your cheek.

“Is- is that all?” he whispered, unsure of himself; unsure of your current state.

“I-I didn’t hurt you?” he asked with great concern.

You only shook your head, slowly gliding your exorbitantly wet sex across his rigid member, his ribs and crests pushing you towards the throes of another pleasurable release.

Shriv threw his head back and bared his fangs in his own show of corporeal euphoria, his fingers lightly dredging into the plump, meaty thickness of your rump. It did not take long for him to reach a peak, though he held off, grinding his teeth into his bottom lip.

You impressed your cunt against him as far as it would go; you shoved his monstrous cock to the back of your canal. You ground your hips into him as much as you could stand it, your slick cavity full to the brim with his foreign anatomy.

Shriv’s eyelids fluttered as you came a second time, your declamation perhaps loud enough to hear beyond the door. Shriv instinctually lifted up his arm; he clamped your mouth shut, but so very, very gently.

“Quietly, darling, q-quiet...” he hummed through lips now pursed. He was afraid of the general hearing you, or anyone who might be around. He was still somewhat self-conscious; he liked to keep things private. He didn’t like unwanted questions or people meddling in his affairs – at least when it came to this.

Your teeth sank into his blue flesh in a tender nibble; he gasped before he was pushed to his own climax. His back had arced before he limply fell, hassling out haggard puffs of air in his exhaustion.

You crumpled atop him; you clung to his neck and shoulders. You buried your nose in the crook of his cool neck. You whimpered, whispering.

“Stay here. Just today. Don’t go. Don’t leave.”

You wouldn’t see it, but Shriv’s browridge knitted. He shifted to pet your head, his reedy fingers sweeping back a few wisps of your silken hair.

His words came out gravelly, his voice lacquered with an air of earnest, “Fullua, you know I have t-”

“No!” you belted out, clinging harder to him. He wrapped his arms around your upper body and cradled you against his chest. He thought it over before responding. Maybe there was some way he could make it work, though he would have to reorganize his schedule and explain himself.

“All right. Just today,” he confirmed, though sternly, yet he was still worried for you, his intonations giving away his deep unease.

Your head rose; you kissed him zealously. He managed to smirk against your soft lips, though when you pulled away his voice held a modicum of sass.

“Just caan’t get enough of me, caan you?” he feigned exasperated.

You could have retorted just as audaciously if you had wanted to, fallen into his mode of joking. Instead, you cupped his clear-cut mandible, grazing your fingers across his bristly chin.

“No, I can’t.”

Shriv nearly choked on his own spit. He hadn’t expected such an honest, forthright reply. He thought you might poke or prod at him at his expense like you always did, though his heart welled with a buzzing slew of happy chords and sentiments.

“Wait right here,” he commanded lightly.

He left you there for several minutes; you heard noises from your little kitchenette. He had brewed a cup of caf, toasted some bread to coat with jam, and offered you sliced pear and starfruit.

You took it from him; he snuggled back up into you. He shared a piece of fruit from off your plate and activated the holoprojector that sat across from you. He grinned like a giddy child.

“I used to love watching cartoonss in the morning – always made me feel better when I waas down.”

He stopped to study you, the simple act of you nibbling your piece of fruit. His grin softened until it became a smile. He faintly kissed your forehead and you instantly felt relaxed.

“But I’ll never love anything as much as I love you,” he finished, leaving you melting and your heart ready to burst.

The Duros knew just how to placate you, and for that you were quite thankful. Even if it turned out to be nothing, even if it was all a dream... for him to humor you, or to take you seriously, whatever this might be - it meant his words rang true, and you loved him, too.

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