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lets-talk-appella · 4 years

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Mornings with You

Summary: Morning smut. That’s it!

Word Count: 2.5k

Rating: E

Ao3 and FFN

Inspiration struck and I was able to write for the first time in... a long time. It’s nice to be posting again :)

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Beca wakes slowly, lying on her side. No alarm pierces the morning quiet; no sense of urgency over work or errands rushes into her consciousness. She blinks open bleary eyes to register the dim mid-morning light that the curtains fail to block from the otherwise dark bedroom. The gentle whoosh of heat pouring through the apartment’s vents permeates the room. Beca inhales deeply and stretches, arching her spine, before scooting backward into the embrace of the woman behind her.

Chloe hums softly into the quiet, and the arm around Beca’s waist tightens as soft lips press to the back of her shoulder blade. Smiling slightly, her movements still slow with residual sleepiness, Beca reaches for the arm curled around her. Her hand finds Chloe’s under the sheet, their fingers lacing together before Beca traces up Chloe’s arm. She stops when she finds Chloe’s elbow and, reaching a little awkwardly behind herself, switches her touch to Chloe’s side, trailing over the soft skin of her hip to grab her ass. Chloe’s lips, still pressed into Beca’s shoulder, part with a quiet gasp.

The sound brings memories of the night before: needy kisses, soft whimpers and loud cries, lips pressed to bare skin, limbs tangled together…memories that warm Beca’s body and make her heart pound in her chest.

She grasps the full curve of Chloe’s ass again, harder. The kisses pressed into Beca’s shoulder turn into nips and bites, and the arm slung around her waist draws Beca even closer.

“Mmmm,” Beca sighs, rolling to her back so she can look into warm, sleepy eyes. “Morning.”

“Morning,” Chloe smiles in return, leaning in to kiss Beca once, twice, before pulling away. “What d’you want to do today?”

Beca inhales through her nose, the clean scent of Chloe’s hair filling her nostrils as she pretends to think. “I have one idea,” she muses, gazing at the ceiling without seeing it.

“Oh?” Chloe asks, her tone sultry.

Beca rolls to face Chloe, and they meet halfway in a slow kiss that quickly intensifies. Chloe’s nails run lightly over Beca’s skin, leaving a searing trail in their wake. Down her ribs, over her waist, across her hip, and up her back to repeat the endless circle that quickens Beca’s breath and builds pressure between her legs with every passing moment.

Their kisses turning more heated, Beca pulls Chloe’s lower lip between both of her own to gently snare it with her teeth, and Chloe makes a low sound in the back of her throat that sends Beca’s fingers winding into her hair.

Then the hand at Beca’s hip bone grips and shoves, pressing Beca down into the mattress and onto her back while Chloe remains on her side. Beca’s stomach jumps with excitement and she automatically opens her legs, kicking the sheets and blankets off them both and to the foot of the bed.

“Eager…” Chloe teases, lightly running her fingertips down Beca’s thigh.

Beca’s response is cut off by her own gasp as Chloe’s hand contracts, squeezing her inner thigh and sending a rush of need straight between her legs. Chloe does it again to the other thigh, then trails her fingers lightly up over Beca’s hip and along her side to scrape short nails over her ribcage. Chloe’s touch rises to Beca’s breasts, teasing, caressing, brushing her nipples with her thumb. Chloe’s mouth replaces her hand on Beca’s chest, causing the air to catch in Beca’s throat. With barely a flick and circle of Chloe’s tongue over straining skin, Beca’s back arches up from the mattress in search of more.

“Oh my g--” Beca tries to gasp, only to be cut off again, this time by Chloe’s hand at her throat.

Chloe lifts her mouth from Beca’s chest, the question in her eyes; Beca answers wordlessly, moving her own hand to the back of Chloe’s to apply pressure that Chloe mimics. Her airway partially cut off, Beca’s lips part reflexively to welcome Chloe’s. Chloe’s tongue dips into her mouth for a long and slow kiss, then retreats along with the pressure on her throat.

Lips again take the place of the hand as Chloe kisses and licks down Beca’s neck. Beca tilts her head, trying to offer as much skin as possible, breathing hard, wondering if Chloe can feel her rapid pulse under her lips. Chloe’s touch traces over her collarbone, drops again to her breasts, before drawing an agonizingly slow path down Beca’s stomach, where her fingers pause to swirl invisible patterns over soft skin.

Impatient, Beca gropes for Chloe’s ass, trying to get Chloe to hurry up, but it only makes Chloe’s motions slow. Her fingers tease lower, brushing back and forth over the invisible line the waistband on underwear would normally cover.

Beca sinks deeper into the mattress with a sigh, hooking one leg sideways over both of Chloe’s to open herself more. Finally, Chloe gives in; she lifts her hand away from Beca only long enough to pull two fingers between her own lips, wetting them, before replacing her hand low on Beca’s stomach and sliding down.

Beca lets out a soft groan as Chloe inhales, her fingers sliding over hot, sensitive, soaked skin. She glances to her right, but Chloe is looking down the length of Beca’s body, her eyes wide.

“Bec, you’re so--”

“I know,” Beca huffs, closing her eyes. If she hears how wet she is, she’ll combust.

“Sexy dreams?” Chloe muses, still watching her hand between Beca’s legs.

“N--Nope,” Beca replies, voice catching as two fingers brush delicately over her clit. “Just you.”

Chloe hums as her fingers circle and stroke more steadily between folds, not quite finding the rhythm Beca needs--in a way that Beca is positive is intentional. Beca’s eyes slide closed of their own volition; Chloe’s roving touch--her fingers circling Beca’s clit, her hand sliding down to cup, then back up to gently rub with two fingers, one on either side of the sensitive bud--sends pings of electricity sparking up Beca’s spine. Her hips twitch involuntarily and she shuffles sideways into Chloe, a hand clutching at Chloe’s hip.

“Feels good?” Chloe asks, pressing a kiss to the corner of Beca’s lips.

Beca swallows, her throat dry. “Yes,” she manages, turning her head to Chloe.

Chloe’s hand doesn’t stop moving even as Chloe, propping herself up on her side, kisses Beca hard, gently snaring Beca’s lower lip between her teeth. Beca raises a hand to Chloe’s long locks of hair, tangling her fingers and fisting her hand. The noise Chloe makes into her mouth has Beca pulling her hair again, holding her in place as they kiss.

Chloe’s touch between Beca’s legs glides, wanders, drifts, until a finger lightly circles around Beca’s entrance. Beca lifts her hips reflexively, trying to take Chloe, but Chloe just follows the movement, smiling against Beca’s lips. Beca’s hips rise in search again, but still Chloe circles with her fingers, barely dipping inside.

“Say it,” Chloe breathes hotly. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I need you,” Beca manages, lightheaded with want.

“Where?”

“In--inside,” Beca whispers, and then moans into Chloe’s mouth when Chloe sinks into her at last.

Chloe echoes Beca, groaning quietly in satisfaction as two fingers sink into wet softness. Beca’s hand clutches at Chloe’s hip, acting as an anchor for Beca to pull herself farther into Chloe. Even though Chloe is inside her, she’s still not close enough. Chloe presses a kiss to her temple as her fingers move, pulling out to run over hot skin before pressing in again.

Beca loses herself in the sensation of being filled by Chloe, of the feeling of Chloe’s lips and teeth against her neck, of the involuntary jerking of her hips. The sounds coming from between her legs are wet and lewd, and all she wants is more of Chloe. Her breathing turns jagged, soft gasps and moans falling from her lips.

Chloe echoes her moans and shuffles impossibly closer, pressing the palm of her hand into Beca with every thrust in.

“Fuck, babe, you going to come for me?” she pants into Beca’s ear.

“I--harder,” Beca groans, lifting her hips to match Chloe’s rhythm. “And deeper.”

Immediately Chloe shifts her weight in order to get the leverage she needs to do as Beca asks; lying half on top of Beca, her fingers press deep and hard, making Beca’s back arch off the mattress. Beca’s hands scrabble for purchase, one hand fisting into the sheets and the other clamping around Chloe’s firm forearm. Within what feels like only seconds, she’s close and on the edge, her muscles tensing. She gasps a warning into the air between them.

“Yeah,” Chloe breathes, “Come for me.” She presses deep and circles with her whole hand, her palm grinding into Beca’s clit.

Beca cries out and stiffens, her head pressing back into the pillow. She dimly registers Chloe’s lips on her throat, is only vaguely aware of the soft, encouraging sounds Chloe makes between kisses. Her legs tense and her stomach coils, and she comes with a sharp jerk of her hips. Chloe stays inside, Beca clenching around her fingers, until it ends and she relaxes into the bed, breathless.

Still pressing kisses to Beca’s lips, neck, and chest, Chloe pulls out carefully to cup between Beca’s legs. Beca’s body shudders at the contact and she squirms away from the touch.

Chloe eases away. “Too sensitive?”

Beca can only nod, brain foggy and trying to catch up with her still-racing heart. It doesn’t help at all when Chloe winks and raises a still-glistening hand to her mouth. Beca stares, transfixed, as Chloe pulls her fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean.

As soon as the fingers are out of Chloe’s mouth, Beca kisses her, hard. She tastes herself on Chloe’s tongue and her body throbs with new arousal, but she shoves it down. Her hand again finds Chloe’s ass and squeezes full flesh, causing Chloe to break their kiss with a gasp. Beca’s hand moves lower, finding Chloe’s thigh. She squeezes there, too, watching Chloe’s eyebrows draw together and then relax as she sighs into the almost-pain. Beca’s touch wanders, grasping Chloe’s thighs, ass, and hips. She cups and holds full breasts, her fingers lightly circling Chloe’s nipples.

Chloe’s eyes flutter closed, her lips parting with every new touch. Beca watches the way her expression shifts and twitches as she runs fingertips down Chloe’s ribs, over her stomach, and teasingly below her bellybutton.

Beca doesn’t tease for long--she doesn’t need to at this point--so she pulls two fingers into her mouth to wet them before sending them down between Chloe’s legs.

A quiet sound of relief leaves Chloe’s throat as Beca massages her clit with two fingers. Silky wetness coats the pads of Beca’s fingers, allowing them to glide over the hard and swollen bundle of nerves that has Chloe’s mouth falling open with a gasp. Beca touches all of her, first rubbing up and down Chloe’s clit, then moving lower to explore and dip just inside, drawing more wetness back up.

Focusing her touch on Chloe’s most sensitive spot, and finding a pressure that makes Chloe’s stomach jump and legs twitch, Beca leans to kiss down Chloe’s neck, scrape teeth along her collarbone, and then trail her tongue up the side of Chloe’s throat to pull her earlobe gently between her lips. Her breath ghosts into Chloe’s ear. Her touch between Chloe’s legs quickens; the air in Chloe’s throat catches.

“Babe--” Chloe gasps, and Beca glances at her; Chloe’s hand is wound into her own hair, her expression desperate and almost pained. “Can I sit on your face?”

Beca’s stomach flips with excitement. “Definitely,” she grins, and rolls onto her back in the middle of the bed, her head resting on their pillows.

Beside her, Chloe rises a little unsteadily to her knees. She waits for Beca to get into place before swinging a leg over her chest, placing the knee on the other side of Beca’s shoulders. She shuffles up, Beca scoots down, and she’s hovering over Beca’s chin and mouth and hanging onto the bed’s headboard.

Beca doesn’t wait--she can see how badly Chloe wants this--and she gives Chloe’s inner thighs only a few kisses and bites before lifting her chin and running her tongue over sensitive skin. Chloe gasps and she sinks down, her knees moving farther apart on either side of Beca. Without conscious thought, Beca holds onto Chloe’s hips to keep her in place.

As Beca’s tongue swipes and swirls, Chloe thrusts with short, slow rolls of her hips against her mouth, still gripping the headboard for balance. Beca watches Chloe’s eyes slam shut, watches her toss her hair back impatiently whenever her tongue purposefully skirts around where Chloe wants her most. She doesn’t give Chloe the rhythm, but builds up and then slows down, once even pulling away completely to graze her teeth over inner thigh and eliciting a huff from Chloe. It’s not until Chloe switches her balance and releases the headboard to ensnare Beca’s hair between her fingers almost painfully that Beca returns her tongue to Chloe’s clit and lets it stay there.

“Oh--Bec--shit--” Chloe chokes out, her gasps and cries coming louder and more frequent.

Beca hums into her, her hands now roving up the planes of Chloe’s back and down again to firmly grip her ass, then traveling around her hips and down her thighs to squeeze before rising up Chloe’s stomach to her breasts. Chloe’s nipples press into her palms, and a loud cry throws itself from Chloe’s throat as her hips tilt sharply against Beca’s tongue.

Knowing she’s getting close, Beca wraps her lips around Chloe’s clit to press and lick with the flat of her tongue. Chloe’s hips jerk again; Beca holds them tightly, her fingers digging into the soft skin to keep Chloe in place against her mouth.

“Don’t stop, I’m--” Chloe breaks off with a loud gasp.

Beca keeps going, gripping Chloe still more firmly to her. Her tongue is sore and it’s getting hard to breathe, but she doesn’t care, she wouldn’t stop for anything, and now Chloe is rocking harder against her and clinging to the headboard and she’s starting to flood Beca’s mouth as her thighs tense and she hunches into herself, her mouth falling open in the loudest cry yet as she comes against Beca’s tongue.

After a moment, Beca releases Chloe’s hips and pulls back, just enough to return her mouth to inner thigh, knowing how sensitive Chloe will be. Even the barest brush against overheated skin makes Chloe inhale sharply and jerk, and all too soon she’s lifting herself off Beca and moving to lie beside her. As she does, Beca hurriedly wipes her chin with the back of her hand.

Chloe curls into Beca’s side, her head on Beca’s chest and a leg slung over Beca’s hips. Beca wraps her arms around her, slowly breathing in the scent of Chloe’s still-heated skin. After a moment, Chloe reaches down to pull up a sheet to cover them both.

For a moment, all is silent.

Beca glances at her from the corner of her eye. “So...want to do it again?”

Chloe lifts her head in surprise. “Now?”

“I mean…”

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mostlydysfunction · 4 years

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Sacred (NSFW)

Summary: Chloe wakes up on an alien spaceship heading away from Earth in the company of a lone Yautja.

Pairing: Yautja/Predator x human OC

Warnings: Smut, violence, swearing, shitty attempts at Yautja culture, blood.

A/N: Here it is! Finally! This is more anticipated than I thought it would be. I’m definitely excited for this one though. I do love some big mean alien lizard boys. I definitely tried to get as much right about Yautja culture as I could but don’t expect it all to be right. I definitely took some liberties with it as it is fiction. And I kinda modeled him after the Fugitive Predator from The Predator.

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Chloe’s head is throbbing when she wakes. She’s warm, sweat coating her skin. She’s sore, her muscles protesting every movement. She kicks the pelt off her body, rolling over on the hard surface. It takes a moment for her brain to catch up, quickly registering that she wasn’t in her room. Wasn’t in her bed. It was far too firm to be her old mattress, and she didn’t have any animal pelts either. Second, it was the middle of winter, so there was no way it could be that hot and humid in her room.

Her body protests as she sits up, rubbing her eyes. The lights in the room are dim, giving her just enough light to see. The entire room seems to be made of metal, floor to ceiling. She’s laying in a sunken part of the floor, oval shaped with a ton of pelts layered under her. She crawls to the step, pulling herself up and onto the metal floor. It’s cool against her body, causing goosebumps to form on her bare legs. She’s been stripped down to her boyshort underwear and the tank top she wore under her clothes. She rubs her legs, feeling a bumpy scar on the back of her calf, running her fingers along the raised, jagged line. Her head is pounding as she looks around the somewhat empty room, seeming all too sterile and plain.

Her vision spins as she forces herself up onto her feet, her limbs feeling heavy. She can’t remember much, especially how she got to this place. She remembers being in her house, doing her morning routine, but everything after that is blank. She stumbles as she tries to take a step, reaching out to catch herself against a wall. A panel slides up, making her step back in surprise. It was some sort of cover over a window. What Chloe sees out the window takes her breath away.

Black, inky darkness dotted with billions of pinpricks of light. She presses her hand against the glass, staring out at space in disbelief. Everything comes rushing back to her in that moment, the eventful day slamming back into her brain like a sledgehammer.

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Chloe’s breath steams out in front of her as she treks through the trees, hunting for firewood. She hadn’t expected her central heating to crap out in the dead of winter, forcing her to fire up the old wood stove. To do that, she needed wood to feed the fire. It was the weekend and the repairman couldn’t even come out to her place until Monday at the earliest, so she was stuck either freezing or foraging for logs to tide her over until then.

The forest was quiet, even for winter. It unnerved her a bit, sending tickles of fear quavering down her spine. Something was off, even her dull human survival instincts able to pick up on it. But she didn’t have a choice. All she had was a small hatchet, and the trees were far too big in her yard for her to cut branches down by herself.

The creature is practically on top of her before she even knows it’s there. It moves silently, creeping up on her, only its gigantic shadow dwarfing her own giving her any warning that there’s something behind her. Her stomach practically leaves her body as a hand closes around the back of her jacket, yanking her off her feet. A startled yelp leaves her lips as she’s pulled away from the branch she had been inspecting and lifted a good three feet off the ground.

A growl meets her ears, her brain circulating through all the predators that didn’t go into hibernation that lived in the area, but it’s nothing she recognizes. She’s turned around, coming face to face with a metal mask. The creature holding her is huge and like nothing she’s ever seen before. For one, it’s far underdressed for the weather. The revealed skin is reptilian like, but the fact it was standing on two legs was just the first sign that it was not reptilian, nor probably from the planet at all. It was entirely alien to her.

It lets out a loud growl in her face, Chloe’s heart nearly stopping at the sound. The growl vibrates through her entire body, her hand gripping the handle of the hatchet tighter. The hatchet. She hadn’t let it go in her surprise when she was yanked off her feet. She grips it even tighter, lifting it before bringing it down hard on the arm that’s holding her up, near the inside of the creature’s elbow. It bellows out, neon green blood leaking from the wound as it lets her go in surprise.

She drops to the ground, her legs nearly giving out at the force, but she steadies herself, not wasting any time in taking off running back towards her home. Green blood has stained her hatchet, but she doesn’t pay it any mind as she keeps her death grip on it. Trees explode around her as the creature shoots at her, making her duck and weave to try and avoid getting shot.

She’s nearly to her home when something bites into the back of her leg, cutting clean through the layers on her lower half and into her muscle. It sends her stumbling, landing hard on her knees on the ground. She spins around, finding the creature stalking up towards her. Her leg is on fire, the muscle throbbing in time with her heart.

Red beams light up on the side of the creature’s mask, forming a triangle-shaped target right at the center of her chest. This was it. This was how she would die. Not peacefully in bed like she’d once hoped, but in the woods in the middle of winter at the hands of an alien creature.

Chloe closes her eyes, preparing for death, but the shot never comes. There’s a second roar, a different sounding one, before the tree inches from her head explodes. Chloe opens her eyes, finding a second of the reptilian alien creatures having tackled the first, and now they were fighting each other. The new alien is smaller than the other, but still it would dwarf her if she got close enough to it.

She didn’t plan on testing that theory though, instead reaching to the back of her leg and pulling out the metal device from her leg. It looked almost like an arrowhead, but much larger than any she’d ever seen. She doesn’t spend much time inspecting it, instead forcing herself to her feet. The creatures were engaged in an intense battle and she didn’t want to wind up in the middle of it, more than she already had. So, she pushes through the pain, starting to make her way back towards her home.

She’s almost out of earshot of the battle, which was quite the distance since they were making quite the ruckus when she stops. A thought runs through her mind, guilty and tugging at her heartstrings.

The second creature had saved her. Whether that was its intention, it had inadvertently saved her. Could she really walk away and leave it to possibly end up in the same situation as her? Who would be there to help it? Who’s to say the larger of the two wouldn’t hunt her down as soon as it finished off the smaller one? She had injured it, outright attacking it. She hadn’t known if it was going to hurt her or not, and she had enraged it by trying to get away from it, acting out of fear. So, by extension, the smaller creature’s death could be her fault.

Chloe curses her soft heart before turning around, pushing herself back the way she’d come, following the sounds of the fight. It sounded closer now, brutal and loud. She was glad she lived in the middle of nowhere, no doubt having tons of people around would make this even more dangerous. Not that she was one to talk. She was walking back into a fight she was far from prepared to join.

The creatures have formed a small clearing when she finds them again. The trees in the area have been either uprooted or knocked down. The larger one seems to have the upper hand, beating on the smaller one like nobody’s business. So her gut feeling had been right. It looked like she was about to repay the favor she owed to the alien creature.

It’s not hard to sneak up on them, the ruckus they’re making loud enough to cover her limping footsteps through the snow. She grips her trusty hatchet, coming up behind the larger alien as it sends fist after fist into the smaller alien’s mask. She hesitates for a second, waiting for the creature’s arm to be lowered before she brings the hatchet down, throwing all of her weight into the strike. It digs deep into the creature’s uncovered shoulder, neon green blood spraying and painting the snow at her hit.

She sees it coming, but her brain reacts too slowly, the creature’s hand sweeping out and hitting her hard. She goes flying back, landing several yards away in the snow. The impact has her choking on air, something cracking audibly at the force of the hit and the impact with the ground. She struggles to bring air back into her lungs, dazed as the snow-covered trees dance and swirl above her head. She vaguely recognizes the sound of something coming towards her, but she can’t do anything. Can’t bring herself to move.

Chloe’s eyes try to focus on the alien above her, the large creature standing over her. Had it been worth it, signing her death warrant to save an alien that probably didn’t give two shits about her? At least she wouldn’t die with a guilty conscience.

But the strike never comes. The large alien disappears from her line of sight, Chloe forced to watch the sky darkening. Or was that just her vision fading out? She can barely register the fight happening just a few feet away until she can’t hear it anymore. Was it over or was this her losing her own fight to stay awake?

The alien appears in her line of sight again, kneeling down next to her. No, this was the smaller one. She could recognize the differences in their helmets, the differences in their sizes. Was he going to finish her off? Kill her for trying to help him? Thank her before leaving her there to freeze and die? The last thing Chloe sees before her vision goes dark is her hatchet in its hand, coming down towards her.

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Chloe sinks to her knees, staring out at the darkness of space. The alien had abducted her. She had been sure it would kill her too. She had gone in to repay her debt, to help it without even knowing if it was friendly or not. One of its kind had tried to kill her. What had made her think the other one would be any different?

The sound of an airlock releasing has her spinning around, crouched on the floor next to the window. The alien is there, stepping into the room. He’s a hulking mass of muscle and strength, threatening despite the small amount of armor and lack of visible weaponry he carried. But she had seen what they were capable of with their bare hands, felt what they were capable of with just their strength alone.

She feels vulnerable, exposed where she is. She’s completely at its mercy and she has no idea what its intentions are. Would it probe her? Run tests on her? Experiment on her? Did it have other intentions? Had she been brought along just for its simple pleasure? She has no idea, and the mask covering its face offers her no hints to its mood, its thoughts, its plans regarding her.

Chloe takes a deep breath, the air stuttering in her throat as she stares at the hulking alien in the room with her. “You...you brought me here?”

It nods its head once in a quick motion. At least it understands her.

“I want to go home. I want to go back to Earth.”

It shakes its head once, again a quick motion.

Chloe feels her throat wanting to close to hold in sobs, tears threatening to spill. “Why? Why won’t you take me back?”

It looks down at its wrist gauntlet, pressing a few buttons before looking back to her, speaking with a mechanical voice. “Can’t. Bad Bloods know you now. Too dangerous.”

The words make little sense to Chloe’s already throbbing head, her brain refusing to put any meaning to them. She drops to her knees again, her body folding in on itself as pain and fear take over. She presses her forehead against the floor, the metal cool against her skin. Despite the heat in the room, she’s shivering, tears starting to pool on the metal below her face.

Once again she’s taken by surprise at the large creature’s silence, her body springing into action as a warm hand touches her back. She sits up, spinning and throwing a wild fist in his direction. He’s faster than she is though, catching her hand in one of his own huge ones. He’s quick to catch her other hand, holding both of her wrists in one of his hands. His sharp nails prick her skin as she struggles against him, drawing small beads of blood to the surface. His hand smears it on her skin as he forcefully moves her, her back ending up against his chest, both of them sitting on the floor.

A clicking sound starts deep in its chest, reverberating against her back. It vibrates through her, continuous and slow. It was a purr used by his kind to calm distressed pups and occasionally a distressed or wounded female. He knew humans weren’t capable of this, and didn’t use this to calm their young, but he figures he would try it. Her reaction had not been what he expected, and he had hoped the sedative would keep her asleep for longer than it had.

Eventually his plan does work. Chloe goes limp against his chest, tears still trailing down her face.

“I just want to go home.” Her voice is weak, hardly more than a whimper.

He’s warm against her back, his body heat unnatural to her. It had been a long time since a human had held her, but still she knows humans weren’t as warm as him. Her head feels heavy, the throbbing worse from her crying fit. She’s tired and worn out, her head lolling against the creature’s shoulder. Its purring had calmed her down, her brain pulling up something she’d read on the internet about cats purrs calming humans. She’s exhausted and her brain has had too much to deal with, too much information to try to process through, and she finds herself drifting off to sleep.

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The little ooman female is finally asleep.

Tarei’hsan watches her, her body temperature finally lowered, her breathing even. Things had not gone like he’d planned. He knew revealing she was no longer on Earth would be a messy situation, but he had planned on easing her into the idea. He’d forgotten about the viewports on the ship, and she had stumbled across one, making the discovery on her own.

He wished he could make her understand.

He’d been sent out to hunt the Bad Bloods, followed them planet to planet, always a step behind them until they’d dallied too long on Earth. He’d finally caught up with them, just in time to find one ready to kill the little ooman currently in his arms. He hadn’t intended on her being there, nor on saving her life. He had a duty he was tasked with, to wipe out the Bad Bloods before they could do any more harm.

But the little ooman was surprising.

She had come back and saved his life. He had been losing the fight, ready to end both their lives when she’d appeared. She’d nearly died to give him an upper hand. He couldn’t stay there to let other Bad Bloods from that clan take their revenge. Not when she had risked her life for his.

He was breaking laws having her on his ship.

But she had proven her bravery. Taken on a Bad Blood to help him. She’d been close to death by the time he’d gotten her to his ship, giving him no other choice but to give her his blood to make sure she healed properly.

He had broken so many laws in a short amount of time, and he can’t even explain why.

He could have left her there. Returned to his ship and forgot her existence. But he hadn’t. He had brought her on board his ship, taken her away from her home planet.

Pauk, he was an idiot.

Maybe it was the soft curves of her body, the smooth skin pressed close against his own. Maybe it was the musky scent that burned his throat emanating from her. Maybe it was the fire that burned inside her, what he’d seen when she’d attacked the Bad Blood, tried to attack him despite her obvious distress.

He can’t explain it.

He doesn’t dwell on it much longer, carefully shifting the female ooman in his arms before lifting her off the floor. He steps back down into his nest, laying her down carefully in the pelts. He covers her body again, watching her for a moment longer before taking his leave, heading back towards the controls.

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Chloe wakes up in the strange bed again. She’s alone once again, something she’s partially glad about. She had lost control of herself, lost any sense of sanity when she’d seen what lay outside the walls surrounding her. She was flying through space. She was some unknown distance from Earth, from her home, from everything she knew. She was on an alien’s spaceship, flying through space to god knows where.

The entire thing seemed absurd.

But then again, she had fought off a giant alien reptile creature that had wanted to kill her what seemed like hours ago to her. She’d saved the life of one of them, nearly risking her own to do so. The alien had said she wasn’t safe on Earth. That the “Bad Bloods” knew her.

That sentence didn’t make any sense to her, but she tries not to dwell on it for the moment. She had more pressing matters. First things first, she really had to pee.

She climbs out of the bed again, feeling along the wall. There had to be another door somewhere. As soon as she gets close part of the wall opens up, revealing what looks like, to her best estimation, the bathroom. It’s very much nothing like the bathrooms she’s used to, but she does her best.

Second, she’s starving.

She’s not sure how long it had been since she’d eaten last, remembering breakfast that morning, but she’s not sure how long ago that day had been. It could have been that morning for all she knew, or it could have been weeks ago. Her sense of time was almost nothing, the never ceasing inky darkness outside the window doing nothing to help.

Chloe makes her way towards the exit of the room, the door sliding open automatically again. She hesitantly steps out, staying on her toes in case there were more of them on the ship. Or for anything unexpected, really. She wasn’t even sure how big the ship was.

Not very big, she finds out, walking the entire thing before finding her way to what had to be the control room. The helm. Whatever they called it in spaceships. The door slides open as she comes near, the alien creature spinning around in his chair at the noise. A trilling purr sounds from his throat, but Chloe doesn’t pay any attention to it, her eyes drawn out the front window. She can’t help herself, stepping up closer to get a better view.

The planet they’re flying by was unlike anything she’d ever seen before. Judging by their angle of flight, it wasn’t the one they were going to, but it shocked her nonetheless. She stares at it as they pass, only realizing her mouth is hanging open and she’s nearly standing right next to the pilot’s chair then.

She steps away, blushing slightly. “Sorry.” She suddenly realizes how bare she is, still only in a tank top and her underwear, crossing her arms over her chest, her fingernails picking at her skin out of habit. “I’m hungry.”

She feels strange saying that phrase to an alien. She feels like a kid, asking some strange grownup she’s known for five minutes for something to eat. She doesn’t even know if the alien will feed her, or let her starve until they arrive at their destination. Did they eat? Was there food on the ship?

The alien stands from his seat, and her guess was right. He towers over her by a good two feet, her head not even close to reaching its shoulder. She really felt like a child then, having to bend her neck to stare up at its mask covered face.

It motions at her with its head to follow and she does, having to speed up to keep up with its fast-paced steps. Another set of doors opens up as it approaches, making its way through them. She follows, unsure of what to do. There’s a table and chairs set up and what she assumes is a food storage area. Again, it’s entirely alien to her, but then again, the entire situation was alien to her.

She’s directed into one of the large seats, finding it surprisingly cushiony. She feels like a child again, sitting in a chair that’s too big. She watches the creature’s back as it prepares food, Chloe finally questioning what, and if, she can even eat on the ship. His kind obviously ate, but what did they eat?

It places a metal plate in front of her after a few moments with what looks like chunky mashed potatoes on it, but it smells sort of like a roasted vegetable. She’s reminded of the time she had tried to get into the cauliflower craze, attempting cauliflower mashed potatoes. They hadn’t turned out so great, and even this alien food looked more appetizing than that had.

Chloe’s stomach cramps uncomfortably and she doesn’t hesitate to dig in, shoveling the strange food into her mouth. It tastes bitter to her, but she doesn’t care. She wasn’t in a position to be picky. It wasn’t like there was a grocery store or a McDonald’s they could pull over and order from.

The creature sits across from her, watching her through its mask. She was still left with a lot of questions, starting to get curious about her alien...what would she call him? Captor? Abductor? Savior? Companion? She certainly didn’t feel they were on the terms of the latter. Captor seemed a bit too extreme. She obviously had free rein of the ship, and it hadn’t seemed mad that she escaped the room. It was feeding her so obviously it wanted her to live. Savior seemed a bit too gracious. It had taken her from Earth, after all. Abductor it was then.

Before she knows it, her plate is empty. She feels full, her stomach protesting a bit at being fed so much at once. It had been a big helping, no doubt made for someone his size. He’s still sitting there, having not moved other than a slight twitch here or there.

It isn’t until she’s finished and puts her utensil down that he finally moves, standing from the table. He motions at her again and she follows, slightly unnerved by the silence. He leads her back to the room, following her inside. She pauses at the edge of the bed, turning back to face him. He’s standing in the doorway, watching her again. She chews on her lip, crossing her arms over her chest again.

“I...can I ask you a question?” She finally breaks the silence.

It tilts its head to the side, and she takes that as permission.

“I want to know...why you took me from Earth. I mean...you said that it was because the Bad Bloods knew who I was, but...I don’t know what that means.”

He’s still for a moment, and she takes that as a sign that he’s pondering her question.

It’s a few quiet moments before he moves, gripping her arm and steering her towards the bed. He sits down on the pelts, looking up at her. She follows his lead, sitting a few feet from him so she’s facing him.

He begins to tell her everything, trying his best in broken English using his translator. It was using English from the little his clan had come in contact with and put in the database, and from the little it had picked up from her speaking. He tells her about his kind, their culture, society, the clans. He tells her about the Bad Bloods and his task to hunt down the ones she had the unfortunate pleasure to come in contact with.

Chloe soaks it all in, trying to make sense of the strange alien culture. He hadn’t directly answered her question, but had at least made her a bit more relaxed. She knew now why the Bad Bloods were so dangerous, dangerous enough he had abducted her to keep her safe. That thought alone makes her stomach churn. She had openly fought one of them. It could have...would have killed her.

“But...I still don’t understand...why you abducted me? I mean, yeah, I helped you, but...why me?”

It regards her silently for a moment, a quiet trilling purr leaving its chest again. It leans forward slightly, getting closer to her. She freezes, staying still as it reaches out, clawed fingers stretching towards her face. She wants to flinch, wants to move, but she forces herself to stay still, watching clawed fingers capture a lock of her hair, running the strands lightly through its fingers. She closes her eyes as the backs of its claws brush against her cheek, her heart rate starting to pick up.

She’d seen the damage he could do, the full force of his strength, yet his touch was nothing but gentle against her. He lets the strand slide through his fingers, moving his hand away before standing up. Chloe lets her eyes open, following him as he makes his way out of the room silently, her heart still racing.

*******

Chloe wonders if he ever sleeps as she lays in his bed. She had fallen asleep not long after he’d left her, tired from a lengthy conversation with a copious amount of information. She’s warm again, too warm. The pelts are tucked up around her chin, heavy over her body. They weren’t an animal she recognized, not that she knew much about animal fur outside of domesticated animals. But it would make sense for them to be something entirely alien.

Chloe goes to roll onto her back, but she doesn’t make it far, colliding with something solid behind her. She freezes, her body going rigid immediately. A low purr rumbles against her, the solid mass behind her shifting slightly. So that was her answer. He did sleep.

She lays still, waiting for him to move, waiting for him to push her away, do something, but he doesn’t. He’s just as still as she is. She takes a few shallow breaths to calm herself, not wanting to disturb him. She wonders if he’s awake, doing the same thing, waiting for her to move.

After a few tense moments of stillness, she decides she’ll be the first to move. She slowly wiggles forward, pulling herself away from him using the pelts. She doesn’t get very far before a hand grips the back of her tank top, claws scratching lightly against the skin of her back before she’s pulled the few inches back against the alien. He lets her go immediately, settling back down. Chloe lets out the breath she’s holding, letting her body relax again.

Chloe slowly turns again, shifting until she’s facing him. He’s on his back, face pointed up at the ceiling. He’s still wearing his mask, giving her no sign of if he’s awake or asleep again. She takes this moment to study him up close, not having gotten a chance to do so before. She had been right about him being reptilian like, his scaled mottled skin colored in tones of dark green and almost black, lighter on his chest before getting darker along his arms and shoulders. She can see the clear lines of his muscle, stomach contracting with each breath. She draws her gaze higher up, sliding up his chest and over the strange armor covering one shoulder. She continues her journey, eyeing the strange dreadlocks coming from his head. She reaches a hesitant hand up, her fingers closing around the end of one.

His hand shoots up, grabbing her own. She tenses, but his grip is light, pinning her hand against his shoulder. His skin is rough against her own, not unlike the alligator bag her mother owned. His face turns towards her, a deep purr sounding from his chest. It’s continuous rumbling against her hand. The dreadlock between her fingers is oddly rough and ridged, like it had been worn down by time. It reminds her a bit of rubber tubing, but slicker.

The low purring continues as he moves her hand, her fingers releasing the dreadlock. He holds her hand up, studying it. It was small compared to his own, her entire hand, fingers and all, able to fit in his palm. She leans up on her elbow on the other arm, watching him.

“Do you always wear the mask?” She asks, curiously breaking the silence.

He shakes his head, releasing her hand. She brings her fingers to his mask, tracing the smooth metal with her fingers.

“Why won’t you take it off around me?” He doesn’t give her an answer, his hands falling back to his sides. She sits up, crossing her legs beside him. “Come on, you can’t be that bad looking.”

He stares at her through the mask for a few more moments before reaching up and undoing his mask. Chloe tries to keep her breathing steady, trying not to react as he reveals his face to her for the first time.

Yeah, okay, maybe it could be that bad.

It wasn’t that he was ugly; he was just...different.

Alien.

His eyes are bright yellow, staring at her with a permanent glare. He lacks a nose, his mouth holding sharp teeth not unlike fangs. His mouth is covered by mandibles, four of them that click together as he moves them. There are spikes lining his face where the dreadlocks sprout from his head. They’re not unlike hair, but they look sharper and coarser. She takes him in, unable to stop the uneasy feelings coursing through her. The fear. His was a face made to be feared. To invoke the need to run from him like a predator chasing prey. That was the feeling she felt around him. Like she was his prey, despite the fact he hadn’t made one remotely violent move towards her.

The purring starts again, his mandibles twitching as he lifts his hand to her face, moving slowly as not to scare her. She stays still, letting him come closer. His hand could easily cover her face entirely, but she pushes that thought away as he runs a clawed fingertip over her lips. He moves his hand, his thumb and forefinger gripping her chin lightly. His free hand is in her hair again, claws parting the strands, pulling out tangles as he goes.

She relaxes into his touch, a content sigh leaving her lips. It’s matched by a trilling purr, the alien letting his hands fall back to the pelts. Chloe opens her eyes, letting them fall on his face again.

“I...I just realized...I don’t know your name.”

“Tarei’hsan.” He answers her, her brain trying to formulate the name.

“Tarei...hsan?” She tries to form her mouth around it, a frown marring her face. “I feel like you need a nickname.” She tilts her head, her hand coming to rest on his mesh covered stomach absentmindedly. She studies him for a moment. “How about...Tusk.”

He lets out a trill, his mandibles clicking together.

She takes that as a yes, smiling. “My name’s Chloe.”

“Kh-loee.” He tries to pronounce it, making her giggle.

“Maybe I need a nickname too.”

He reaches up, tracing a claw down her arm. “Yeyinde.”

Chloe smiles. “I hope that means something good.”

His mandibles click again. “Brave.”

Chloe’s cheeks heat up, bowing her head bashfully. “I’m not so sure about that.”

His fingers are on her chin again, lifting her face so she’s looking up at him. He’s sitting up now, his gaze firm as he stares at her. “Brave.”

************

It’s two days later by Tarei’hsan’s clock that the nightmares start. It’s the noises that draw him from his sleep. He had grown used to the sounds she’d make, the sighs, the occasional soft sounds from her throat. But this one was different. He thought someone had snuck on board, gotten into their room without him sensing it, and was attacking her. But his eyes find no one in his quick scan of the room. Her eyes are screwed shut, a frown pinching her face. Her hands are gripping the pelt thrown over her, a cry leaving her lips as she twitches in her sleep.

He’s purring before he even realizes he’s doing it, reaching out towards her tense body. He touches her shoulder, shaking her gently. It takes a couple of tries before she starts awake, yanking herself from his grip. Her eyes are wide in the human expression of fear and he purrs louder at her to calm her. She takes two deep breaths before she calms, running her fingers through her hair.

“Sorry. I...bad dream.”

She pulls her knees to her chest, keeping her gaze lowered from him. He trills at her, reaching out a hand. She stares at it for a moment before slowly reaching forward, putting her hand in his. He pulls her forward and into his arms, holding her like females of his kind hold their pups. His kind weren’t known for being affectionate, weren’t known for being fond of prolonged touch. But he knew humans were. He knows by the way she relaxes in his hold, practically melting against his chest. He sits back, holding her against his chest, a quiet purr rumbling through them both.

He knows she doesn’t go back to sleep. He knows he can’t either. He wasn’t a stranger to night terrors. He knew they were natural to humans, their own brains frightening them in their sleep. His kind didn’t dream, didn’t sleep like humans did. Humans were strange creatures, weak but cunning enough to beat some of the best Yautja warriors. Some clans thought them disgusting, pitiful creatures. Some considered them worthy opponents. But he had not heard of one going so far as he had. To save one, bring her aboard his ship and intend to take her back to his clan ship. She had proven herself worthy in his eyes, but his eyes did not matter.

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Tarei’hsan had slowed the ship significantly. He could have been back to his clan ship in a matter of a couple days if he’d wanted to. But he didn’t. He knew what was waiting for him once he returned. Taking her aboard would be a risk. They could kill her whether they believed what he claimed. He didn’t want that to happen. He considered leaving his clan behind, flying to some distant planet on the far side of the galaxy and hiding there with her. But they would find him, eventually. That would consign both of them to certain death.

He stares out at the space in front of him, his mandibles clicking as he thinks of what to do. He didn’t want to lose the strange little ooman that had caught his attention. But he also didn’t want to risk running either. He’s so lost in thought he almost doesn’t hear her approaching. It isn’t until she’s close enough to touch him that he whirls around in his seat, startling her.

She takes half a step back, dropping the hand that had been outstretched at his movement. He lets out a quiet purr, letting his body relax. She lets out a breath, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Yeyinde.”

“You didn’t come back for a bit. I just...wanted to check on you.”

He trills in response, reaching out for her again. He doesn’t move, letting him pull her onto his lap before he turns his chair again, letting her see out the front viewport. She leans back against him, legs spread over his own. He watches her for a moment before pulling his mask off, leaning down to let his mandibles tangle in her hair. She smelled good, clean. He had shown her the bathing room, letting her clean herself up. She smelled like soap, but he can also detect her natural scent beneath it. He feels his own body react to it, stomach clenching in response.

Chloe’s nose tickles for a moment. She had been lost in thought, staring out at the hundreds of stars in front of them. Tusk had his mandibles in her hair again, something he’d taken to doing recently. She was okay with that, considering her hair was clean now. His body was moving slightly under hers, his muscles flexing as he presses closer to her hair. Something musky tickles her nose, reminding her a bit of a men’s locker room at a gym. Tusk’s arms wrap around her body, pulling her tighter against him. Any tighter and she’s worried he might crack something.

“Tusk...” She says, her hands lifting to his arms where they’re holding onto her. “Any tighter and I won’t be able to breathe.”

He doesn’t loosen his hold, his back bending slightly over her as his mandibles move down her hair, touching the skin of her face. She stays still, barely breathing as the sharp mandibles move along her skin, tracing along her jaw and neck. She holds back a shiver, goosebumps forming on her skin from the feeling. How easily he could kill her. One hard squeeze and he would pop a few internal organs, puncture something with a broken rib. One hard bite from his sharp teeth and she’d bleed out in a matter of minutes.

The thought thrills her.

She feels as if she’s lost her mind, biting back a moan as his mandibles trace over the sensitive skin of her neck. She can feel an uncomfortable wetness between starting between her legs. It had been a long time since anyone had touched her so intimately, since anyone had been so close to her. Since anyone had that effect on her. Tusk’s purrs deepen, her entire body seeming to vibrate with the sound. She tilts her head back, exposing herself to him, making herself vulnerable. He jerks against her, his sharp fang-like teeth scraping against the skin of her neck as his mandibles wrap nearly clear around her throat. His forked tongue is rough, almost like a cat’s, as it slides against her sweat slicked skin. She’s on fire, every nerve ending awake and firing as he touches her.

She doesn’t know what had changed, what had brought on this frenzy in both of them. Maybe he had alluded to it in the very beginning. The increasing touches, the way he shamelessly slept next to her, the way he’d walked around after coming out of the bathing room in buck naked, forcing her to bury herself in the pelts in his bed out of embarrassment. Maybe it had been his plan all along in taking her, using her for his pleasure. But if that was the case, wouldn’t he have just done it?

Her hand is on his before she can put much more thought into it, her brain buzzing as his tongue burns a trail down her neck and shoulder. He lets her direct him, moving his hand to the warmth between her legs. She’s horribly damp, soaking through the underwear and onto her thighs as she presses his much larger hand against her. His claws bite at her skin, but it just adds to the sensation, her hips bucking against his thick fingers as he explores her through her underwear. She doesn’t know what females of his kind are like anatomically speaking. She’s not even entirely sure what he’s like anatomically. She had ducked so fast under the pelts when he’d come out naked she hadn’t bothered to sneak a peak at him.

He growls low, wrapping his hand around the waistband of her panties before yanking them off. She wants to protest, but he returns the rough pads of his fingers to her slit and all complaints are forgotten before they can leave her mouth. His thighs hold hers open, her hips lifting to press into his hand. She’s disadvantaged, unable to really see him, forced instead to look out at the inky darkness of space and the passing gas giant. The view really settles the reality of the current situation. She was getting off at the hands of an alien in a spaceship probably hundreds of light-years away from Earth.

But the way his claws brush against her clit have the thoughts drifting from her mind.

Sounds are leaving her mouth now, moans and whimpers that are like sweet music to his ears. He’s never heard anything like it, his kind unable to make such noises. He’s slick and hard, straining against his coverings as she writhes against him. He knows he has to be careful. Her kind weren’t entirely different from his, just distinguishingly smaller. He knew little about the human mating process but he had a plethora of experience mating his own kind. He’d sired enough pups to know he was well liked and even sought after by a few females. But none of them had affected him the way the tiny human in his arms was in this moment.

She was tight.

Careful of his claws, he attempts to work a finger into her slick passage, her walls gripping him tight like a vice. She’s panting where she’s limp against his chest, gripping his arm that’s still around her tightly. He lets out a trilling purr, working his finger into her. She opens up around it slowly, letting him slip more and more into her. If she was this tight around his finger, pauk what she would feel like around him.

But he holds back.

He was big. Not just in general compared to her. He was big in all areas. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, and so he could control himself. If she saw him and was afraid, he wouldn’t force himself on her. A good male could control himself enough around a female, prove to her he was worthy of taking her. Despite his length pressing uncomfortably against his coverings, he wouldn’t lose himself like a Young Blood around this ooman.

He releases his hold around her middle, his hand trailing down the smooth skin of a trembling thigh. She arches away from him, her back bowing as he slips his finger in and out of her.

“Tusk.” His nickname leaves her lips in a moan, her head falling back against his shoulder revealing more of her neck to him. If only she knew what it meant in his culture to leave herself so vulnerable to him in this moment.

She reaches back, her hand tangling in his dreadlocks. He practically lets out a roar, his claws digging into her skin until she hisses, five red dots appearing on her skin. He freezes, pulling his claws out of her skin. He looks down, finding her staring up at him before a wicked smirk twists the corner of her lips upward. He doesn’t have time to consider the meaning before she wraps a hand around one of his dreadlocks, yanking hard enough to jerk his head to the side.

He lets out a roar this time, all pretenses gone as he stands, holding her under his arm as he practically runs back to the room. He drops to his knees on the pelts, her body flopping from his grip onto her back on the furs. She’s spread open before him, the scent of her leaching into him, driving him wild. His body is still aflame from her touch in his locks, leaving all doubt in his mind behind. He undoes the straps, yanking off his coverings, leaving him bare and presenting in front of her for her approval. Chloe stares at him wide eyed, taking him in truly for the first time.

Jesus, he’s huge.

She tries to form words, taking in his familiar shape but entirely alien form. It was certainly phallic in nature, but the top of it flared out, ridges and bumps lining the sides. It was thicker at the base than at the top, making her wonder how in the hell it was all going to fit inside her. It had to be the length of her forearm easily.

She stumbles over her words, trying to think of something, anything to say as he stays completely still, his length moving as he breathes. “O-Oh...” She sits up, cautiously reaching a hand out.

He’s slick, almost like a natural lubrication. She’s grateful for that, not even sure that her excessive wetness would help him fit inside her. He lets out a breath as she touches him, the warmth of it fanning over her head. He’s warm in her hand, her fingers barely able to close all the way around it. She doesn’t have much experience in the realm of male anatomy. Not that it would help her in this situation.

She looks up at his face, his yellow eyes burning into her. She moves her hand along his shaft experimentally, watching him. His mandibles move, clawed hands curling into fists as she touches him. She wonders what he tastes like, but she’s not sure she’s quite ready for that yet, still trying to mentally prepare herself for fitting him inside her. His finger had been big, but this was something else entirely.

“Tusk...” She bites her lip, fingers teasing his head.

His hips jerk as his hand cups her chin, lifting her face back up to him. “Yeyinde can...say...no.”

Chloe feels tears well in her eyes despite the current situation. She was half naked in an alien spaceship with an equally half naked alien standing over her while she had her hand wrapped around its dick and he was telling her she could say no to him. Even as far gone as both of them obviously were, he was saying she could change her mind. That he would respect her.

“I...Thank you. But...I...I want to.” She feels as if she seals her fate with those words. Not that she was complaining.

He carefully slides out of her hand, moving so he’s laying down on his back. She doesn’t understand the importance of what he had just done, what he was doing for her in that moment. In normal Yautja mating, the female would fight to get the male to that position, a battle between the two of them with one of them coming out on top. By laying down for her, he was submitting to her, letting her know that she was in control. He could have easily dominated her, taken her from behind as most males did to females. But she wasn’t Yautja. She was ooman. It would not have been a fair fight.

She seems to know what to do, straddling his thick waist with her thighs. She pulls her tank top off, tossing it somewhere on the floor. He reaches his hands up, claws brushing over her nipples. She shivers, biting her lip as she moves over him. She’s still wet, sliding the tip of him along her slit a couple times. He watches her, watches the tip of him disappear into her.

He felt thicker than he looked, Chloe burning at the stretch of him. She presses her hands into his stomach, holding herself up as she goes centimeter by centimeter along his length. Despite both their natural lubricants, it’s still a tough stretch. She’s panting and shaking, his own breathing even and deep as he traces her nipple with his claws. Her own hand goes to her clit, circling it to help her ease up around him.

He doesn’t move, letting her take as much of him as he can. He’s impressed by her, nearly his entire length disappearing into her before she stops, fluttering around him. He lets out a growl but doesn’t move, proving his self control by letting her call the shots. She slowly moves, the ridges along his dick rubbing against her in a way that has her legs shaking already. She knows she will not last long. It had been a long time since she’d had sex, or even orgasmed and she knows by the way he hit that spot inside of her this would be over before she knew it.

Tarei’hsan watches the little ooman as she writhes on top of him. She’s tighter than he had imagined, squeezing him almost painfully. Every so often she’d flutter around him, making him growl in response. He felt like a Young Blood again, ready to lose control of himself already but he holds himself in check. But the way her back arches, pressing her breasts into his hands, the way she grinds against him is making controlling himself hard. He had been holding himself back, wanting to focus purely on the task he had been assigned and had forgone mating during their last mating season. And now he was breaking another law, mating with his tiny ooman.

Something in his brain snaps as she cries out, body shaking as she tries to keep up her pace. He knows she’s getting tired, so he moves his hands down to her hips, moving her with his own strength. She lets him, gripping his wrists as he bounces her on his cock. His brain pictures her dripping with his seed, pumping her full of it. Seeing the tiny ooman swollen with his pup, breeding an entire army of them with her.

He can’t help himself, thrusting up hard into her, a startled yelp leaving her as he sinks even deeper into her, his hips snapping up into hers. He’s lost all control of himself, her walls fluttering, gripping him tighter and tighter until she lets out a scream, nearly suffocating him with how tight she grips him. He matches her scream with a roar, nails digging into her waist, drawing blood as he spills into her, yanking her down before sinking his teeth into her shoulder. She jerks against him, yelping in pain, but he’s too lost to pay any mind to it in that moment. The tanginess of her blood hits his tongue, her body shaking against his as she squeezes around him once more. He’s pulsing hot inside her, twitching as he empties himself into her.

He holds her there for a few moments, her body twitching against his chest still as he pulls himself away from her shoulder, laving over the wound with his tongue. Her eyes are closed as he moves her, rolling her onto her back, separating them. He gets up, going to the bathing room to grab a cloth to clean the blood and seed off of her.

Her hand is between her legs when he returns, gathering some of his seed before bringing it close to her face.

“Your cum is green too?” She asks, looking up at him.

He huffs out a laugh, watching his seed drip out of her. It was less neon than his blood, but it was still shockingly green. He cleans the blood off her shoulder, grabbing his Medicomp and using gel to close the wounds on her shoulder and his claw marks on her hips before cleaning his seed from between her legs. She whimpers slightly as he touches her, no doubt she’ll be sore when she tries to move again.

She watches him retreat back to the bathing room, taking him in fully. He certainly was a beautiful sight. An odd, but beautiful sight.

He returns, stripping off the rest of his armor before laying down next to her. She curls up against him, resting her head against his shoulder. He wraps an arm around her, tracing her smooth skin. He was a goner now, having broken practically every sacred law in his clan against oomans. But he finds no regret. The soft body against his, the warm puffs of her breath against his skin as she drifts off to sleep. He would betray his clan for her. Fight every last Elder until they were all dead in order to keep her. Nothing would take her from him.

The lights of the ship go on, disturbing their peaceful moment, an alarm blaring obnoxiously in warning.

Part 2

#yautja x human #yautja x oc #predator #yautja #alien #exophilia

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blueeyedgeorgie · 4 years

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Birthday Girl-ImAllexx

“Can u do an Alex imagine where it’s reader’s birthday so Alex throws a party in the flat and in the midst of it all her and Alex sneak off to his room where he gives her his present and it’s all cute until things escalate and he eats her out as a birthday treat”

Pairing: ImAllexx x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k+

A/N: Reposted for a friend, not continuing smut :)

WARNING: SMUT

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“Alex, I swear if you threw a party too-” “Oh, c'mon Y/n. You know I would never.” Alex and Y/n had been walking back to their flat, they had already made it to their floor level. Y/n’s boyfriend had taken her out for dinner, it wasn’t anything fancy, but it was her favorite restaurant. Luckily the restaurant wasn’t too fancy, Alex had worn his usual outfit of a hoodie, a snapback, and a few rings to dinner. “Alex, you’ve already done so much for me today, a surprise party would be too much.” This morning Alex had shown up at Y/n’s door with a boutique of roses, they had gone out shopping for Y/n. Anything she picked out, he had bought for her without hesitation. A few fans had bumped into them as well, of course they took a moment to take photos together. As soon as they had gotten to their front door, Y/n opened the door, only to have the lights flick on automatically along with people yelling ‘surprise!’ Out of nowhere, Alex and Y/n’s square-headed friend had run up to them, unleashing a confetti popper at them. Y/n couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “But seriously though, happy birthday, Y/n,” Will grinned, taking a step back from his friends. “Thanks, Will,” Y/n to a moment to give Will a brief hug before pulling away. Finally, she looked around and noticed the familiar faces that had agreed with Alex to throw a party. It honestly seemed like everyone was there. George, James, Gee, Mia, Angelika, Aria, Fraser, Lewis, Ciaran, Becky, Callum, Ethan, Stephen, Chris,. “I few people are late,” Alex whispered, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend from behind her. “I’m sorry.” “Are you joking?” Y/n glanced at her boyfriend, “This is amazing Alex.” “You like it?” “Absolutely,” turning to face her boyfriend, she continued to speak. “Bubba, this is amazing. I love it, thank you.” “Anything for you, Y/n.” The party was going great, music had been turned on and people were chatting. Alcohol had been set up in the kitchen, Alex had left Y/n be to go make her a drink. The h/c girl hadn’t got a chance to find out her friends had brought presents for her, the gifts had been placed in Alex’s bedroom. A while later, Y/n was in the middle of a conversation with Chris, Chloe, George, and Angelika. Alex had brought Y/n her drink and was getting his own. The group had been talking about when they were in high school and their different experiences. Just Y/n had gone to speak again, a hand wrapped around hers. Glancing over, Y/n found herself looking over at her boyfriend. “Do you mind if I steal my girlfriend away from you guys?” “Go ahead,” George grinned as he wrapped an arm around Angelika. With that, Alex began to pull Y/n away from the crowd, heading down the hallway. Reaching Alex’s bedroom, the brunette had closed the door behind them, locking it to make sure no one could interrupt their moment. Walking over to the edge of the bed, Y/n took a seat. “Are those for me?” her gaze had been stolen by a pile of gifts sitting in the corner of the room. “Yeah, we were gonna wait for later tonight to show you your gifts, but I forgot they were in here,” her boyfriend replied as he walked over the nightstand that stood to the right of the bed. Pulling the bottom drawer open, he began to rummage around for something important. “What are you looking for?” Finally, his eyes had set on it. A small black box that had been placed at the bottom of his drawer. He had gotten it a while ago and didn’t want there to be any chance of Y/n stumbling across it one day. “This,” Alex smiled, pulling out the box as he moved to shit by Y/n. “I know I bought all that stuff for you today, but this came in a few weeks ago.” He opened the box, revealing a beautiful aquamarine stone that sat on top of a silver band ring. Six accent stones sat on the ring, complimenting the aquamarine stone. Y/n let out a gasp at the sight of it. “Alex… I can’t accept this, you’ve already given me so much.” “Y/n, please take it. There’s no reason I’m gonna wear this.” It took a moment before Y/n gave a nod, continuing to stare at the ring. Taking the silver band out of the box, Alex slipping it onto his girlfriend’s ring finger, watching her reaction to it. The ring had fit like a glove, it was absolutely perfect. “Oh my god, I love it,” Y/n cooed, keeping her eyes on the ring, afraid that if she just glanced away from it for a second, it’d magically disappear. “And I love you.” “I love you, Alex.” Gently, Alex placed two of his fingers under Y/n’s chin, lifting her face to make eye contact with him. As soon as their eyes had met, Alex’s lips collided with hers. The kiss had created a passionate moment between them, which only lead to Alex hovering over Y/n, his snapback being tossed off by his girlfriend. Y/n’s fingers dragged through Alex’s hair, making it become a bit messy. Once the kiss had ended, Alex had moved down to her neck, beginning to kiss, nip, or bite anywhere that could get a reaction on of Y/n. Finally, Y/n let a breathy moan out as Alex bit gently on the right of her neck. “You gotta be quiet, Y/n,” Alex hushed her. “We don’t want anyone finding out what we’re doing.” Y/n only gave a small hum as a response. She was used to being quite vocal in the bedroom, so if this was going to go any farther, she’d have a challenge to face. While Alex had worked on making his mark on her neck, his free hand had moved down her waist slowly. As soon as Alex’s hand had touched the edge of Y/n’s pants, his hand had somehow found its way underneath the fabric. Biting her lip, Y/n had fought back a moan as her grip on Alex’s hair had tightened. The brunette let a chuckle out from her tensed state. His hand had traveled even deeper, his fingers pressing against her entrance. “Please, Alex… don’t tease.” Hearing those words leave Y/n’s lips had ignited something inside of Alex. He wanted to get her to whine and fight back moans. Alex slid two fingers in, beginning to move his hand back and forth. Of course his fingering had been at its best with Y/n’s pants in the way. At this point Y/n was gripping onto the sheets, fearing if she made one noise their friends would hear them. Pulling his hand out of Y/n, Alex had begun to work on unbuttoning his girlfriend’s pants, only for her to take over as Alex moved to take her shoes off. Once Y/n was able to wiggle off her pants she laid back down, excited for what was to come next. Two of Alex’s fingers had slid back into Y/n, beginning to move fast. A small low moan had escaped the h/c girl’s lips as she leaned her head back. “Fuck, Y/n… you’re so wet.” Just hearing those words leave Alex’s lips, had only made Y/n feel butterflies appear in her stomach. Alex had added a third finger, beginning to curl his fingers when he’d thrust his fingers in. “Oh my god,” Y/n panted, at this point she could barely talk. It seemed like every time her and Alex would have an intimate moment in bed, she’d forget how well he was with his hands. Slowly, she could feel herself coming closer and closer to her edge. Just as Y/n had felt herself clench around her boyfriend’s fingers, Alex had pulled his fingers away from Y/n’s entrance. Immediately from the lost of contact, Y/n let out a whine. “Don’t worry, Y/n,” her boyfriend let out a chuckle as he positioned himself between her legs. “You’ll get to come.” Alex had buried his head in between her legs. His tongue moving from side to side, in and out. Y/n let out small moans as her hands could be found gripping onto Alex’s hair once again. “You taste amazing,” Alex muttered against her pussy, causing vibrations of his voice against her clit. If Y/n wasn’t in heaven already, she certainly was now. Giving a tug at Alex’s hair, Y/n bit her lip as she fought back a moan. Just from feeling Y/n tug at his hair, Alex let out a soft groan. Once again, the familiar feeling of herself getting closer and closer had been created. Right as she had come to the edge, Alex had switched what he was doing. He had begun to suck on her clit only to have the h/c girl cover her mouth, muffling a loud moan. And just like that, she had come. Sitting up, Alex looked down at the mess his girlfriend had become. Y/n had been panting to catch her breath after that amazing orgasm, a tint of blush had appeared on her cheeks. Just from the sight of the state Y/n was in had caused Alex to place a proud smirk on his face because he was the one to make his girlfriend end up this way. Licking his lips, Alex gave a wink before standing up, trying to relocate where his snapback had gone. After a moment of catching her breath, Y/n had gotten up from the bed, putting her underwear and pants on after she had found them tossed in the corner of the room. There was a moment of silence between the couple as they recollected themselves. They took turns standing by the mirror to fix their hair and tidy up their clothes. As soon as they had finished, Alex unlocked the bedroom door. “You ready to get back to your party?” “Yeah,” Y/n grinned taking her boyfriend’s hand in hers. Once they stepped out of the room, Alex leaned in, whispering something to his girlfriend. “Did you enjoy your present, birthday girl?”

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Gavin Reed x Reader

Summary: You ended up at a police party and expected not to run into Gavin Reed?

Key:

You, your name (y/n)

Feminine pronouns

Smut?

Notes: you have an identical twin who was Captain Allen’s spouse.

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The snow had set in weeks ago at this point but you still chose to stand outside in your little black dress. The party long, hot and immensely bothersome. The lights, headache inducing. The music, boring. Why had Allen invited you? Right, how could you forget, to show off a pretty lady and gander interest from some other woman. You let out a slow sigh of exhaustion mixed with a touch of frustration, it wasn’t the first time and you knew it wouldn’t be the last.

Silence surrounded you as you stood outside the building that the police department had rented. You felt hot but that was probably the liquor finally working it’s magic. Maybe you’d walk home since you knew Allen wouldn’t be taking you home. After all, you were just for show.

Lost in thought, you didn’t hear the door open behind you but you did feel the rough jacket land on your shoulders.

“Who the fu-“ you begin as you turn around to see who had thrown the jacket on you. “Oh, it’s you.” you turn just as quickly to stare angrily at the empty parking lot. Everyone had taken a taxi.

“You disappeared,” it was Gavin, you had caught a glimpse of that damn smug look on his face. “Figured you’d want to freeze your ass off.” He bumped you as he came to stand beside you.

Arms crossed, you glanced down at him. Gavin was far from anything special. He stood a good two inches shorter than you but then again, so did Allen. What the fuck she saw in Allen in the first was beyond you. Gavin wasn’t any better. He was known to every officer in the precinct as the loudest and rudest detective around.

“So what the fuck are you doing out here anyways?” there was his charm, his stupid honesty. “Why do you always tag along with Allen if you ditch him every time?”

“Cause,” you thought a moment. Why the fuck did you always agree to accompany Allen to every social event the precinct held? “Cause I’m just a remind and something to show off?”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Gavin asked as he dug around in his pants pockets. “How does an elementary teacher,” he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, where the fuck did he manage to get those? “get involved with a cop anyways?” With a tap of the box, he managed to pull out one and quickly shoved in his mouth and lit it.

“When your brother-in-law is a cop,” you paused as you watched him lit it up. “You tend to be very involved.”

Gavin tossed you a look of confuse as he took a drag “I thought he wasn’t married?”

“Not officially.” You motion for him to share the cigarette.

“Where is she?” He passed the cigarette. You hadn’t tried smoking since you were a teenage, almost two decades ago. You let a smile escape as you exhale the smoke before coughing.

“Depends on who you ask?” you pass the smoke back. “She’s gone and I’m stuck here watching over the mess, trying to put it back together.”

“So do you guys fuck than?”

“What the fuck? No.”

Never had you ever tired to sleep with Allen. He wasn’t your type even if you were her twin. Identical in almost every way expect in taste. You both grew up with Allen, hell you were surprised when they got together. Since she died, you took care of Allen. You cleaned his place when he worked long hours, you brought him breakfast, lunch or dinner, whenever his hours complicated his life. You worried about him but you were the furtherest thing in love with him.

The silence, snow and smell of cigarettes brought you back from your thoughts. Gavin’s cigarette long since used up. He was dressed casually like how he normally worked. Black shirt and dark blue jeans. Gavin never dressed fancy but he always smelled nice for some reason.

Changing subjects “So who is Chloe based off of?” You ask as Gavin leans in closer. The cold finally bitting into him.

“So you know he’s my brother, right?” Gavin asked as he put an arm around your waist.

“It’s pretty public,” you wiggle out of his grip. “The genius of the century and his trash copper brother.”

“Hey,” there was that smug look again. “At least I can tell the difference in reality.”

It was very public knowledge about Elijah Kamski cutting ties with half his family once he started making millions. Their father committing suicide and the shock of Kamski having a half brother who happened to be a cop. The tensions at the funeral were said to be a time bomb.

“She’s based off of Chloe.” Gavin stated as though you’d understand.

“But who is Chloe?” You press unsure of the implications. “An ex-girlfriend, tragic lover?”

“Our kid sister.” He gives you a fake smile, the kind that hides all the hurt and anger. “Our kid sister,” quickly all the falseness falls away and is replaced but that hidden anger. “our fuckin kid sister who died.”

“I’m sorry,” you didn’t think it’s be so serious. “I didn’t mean to-“

“No one thinks about it” Gavin starts kicking at the piles of snow that got shoveled. “but all androids are base off of someone, somewhere.” The angry is raw, even if he’s a few feet away, you could swear you felt the heat dripping off of him. You could definitely see the steam. “That’s the detail everyone over looks, Do you know what he does with that thing?” You stay silent. “Fuck!”

You let him calm down before attempting to talk to him. “I’m gonna go find Allen.”

“Yeah, you do that.” He lets out a huff as he starts out into the parking lot. Silently you disappear back into the building.

You find Allen more intoxicated than you wanted with a woman in a red dress hanging off his arm. Beside them stands that android, Connor was it’s name? You don’t care, you tap Allen on the shoulder.

“I think it’s time we go.” You say as Allen turns to look at you.

“T/N, you look lovely tonight.” He’s beyond drunk, you knew you shouldn’t have left him.

“It’s Y/N, T/N is dead.” You say as you get him to hold onto you. “We are going home now.”

“Don’t tell me these things.” He slurs as he leans on you. “I don’t want to be reminded.”

Out of the corner of you eye, you see a flash of blue accompanied by the gentlest voice.

“Connor and I can help Allen home” you turn to see who is talking. “I’m Mika, I don’t think we’ve meet before.” You feel Allen’s weight shift as he leans against that android, Connor.

Before you can reply, the androids says “Hello Captain Allen, it’s me. Connor.” it states as Allen glances up at it. “Mika and I will take you home.”

“I’m Y/N and we don’t need the help” you try to get Allen to lean against you again but the android has a strong hold on him.

“Clearly you do,” the android says as it starts to walk Allen to the doorway. “Mika suggested I call a cab and help you two out.”

You glance back at the lady in red. This was the Mika Allen would hammer on about. You always thought he had a thing for taller women but she was at least six or more inches shorter than you. Where the fuck did they ever meet? She was way too pretensions.

Once outside, the four of you found Gavin still outside with another cigarette in his hand.

“Where the fuck is this plastic dick taken him?” He gestured at Connor and Allen. “Fuck party-“ he stops as he notices you. “What the fuck is going on?”

“We’re going home,” you shrug as you follow the android holding your brother in law hostage. “Or at least to Allen’s.”

“Well fuck me in.” Gavin stomps out his cigarette and follows.

The taxi was already waiting by the road when you finally made it outside the parking lot. Automated cars rarely could navigate closed parking lots. All of them piled in, Gavin sitting beside you on one side while Allen sat between the android and his handler, Mika.

The car ride reeked of alcohol and awkwardness. Allen made some lame jokes while Mika politely laughed. Gavin made several comments about how dumb the android Connor was who in turned pointed out how Gavin had somehow managed to dump a shit ton of donuts earlier that day. If you hadn’t been there, Gavin probably would have strangled the android.

Allen’s place was in an old brick apartment. Home, a second home at least. Even back when she was here, the three of you were family. You stayed here more often than you’d care to admit. So often in fact, Allen and her decided to arrange the place like a bachelor. The kitchen up against one wall, the living split into a living space and a the other half a bedroom. The actually bedroom they had made into a guest room but reality it was your’s. You were the only guest more often than not.

Connor hauled Allen up the stairs and into the apartment. The android’s stamina was god sent but you still didn’t like him. You asked Connor to help Allen to bed before even considering what to do with everyone else. Mika followed Connor and Allen to the bed. You were going to help him undress but Mika was on top of that. Guess you got to deal with Gavin instead.

“So where do I sleep?” Gavin gestured towards the couch, probably not realizing how big the apartment really was.

“I don’t remember inviting you to stay.” You give him a smirk. Did you really plan on letting him stay?

“Well I can get a taxi and we can both go back to our places since I know we live near each other.” He was a cop, of course he knew where you lived.

“You can take the guest room down the hall,” you gesture past the living. “I’ll check on Allen.”

You heard him grumble as he made his way down the hall. Satisfied you made your way to Allen who was now sitting in his underwear on his bed. Mika had brought him water and sat beside him holding it. She whispered sweet things to him as he slowly climbed all the way into bed. You backed away as she set the glass on the nightstand. You felt a strange ping of jealousy as you turned around. Why? You weren’t in love with Allen but the sight of someone else taking care of him filled you with an unexplainable... anger?

You made your way to the guest room and quickly closed the door behind you as you strip down in anger.

“Well, I didn’t think you were actually ever interested in me.” Gavin’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and quickly you picked up your discarded dress to cover yourself.

“Fuck, I forgot you were in here.” You glare at him as he slowly let his shirt drop to the floor.

Gavin had started working for the Detroit police department about three years ago, he hadn’t meet her when he started but she was already dead by then. He did however meet you one day when you started to bring Allen his various meals to make sure he was eating. Ever since then it was always him trying to impress you at every event Allen attended. The ‘if I win, we go on a date’ type deal. Thankfully, Gavin sucked. Always an excuse to blow him off or straight up telling him you weren’t interested but here you were, almost naked standing in front of him in a place you considered home.

“We’re gonna share the bed and you’re gonna stay on your side and not touch me.” You declared as you threw your dress on the ground and climbed into bed.

“Fuckin fine with me.” He grinned as he undid his belt and let his pants drop.

What the fuck did you expect? Him to be a gentleman and volunteer to sleep on the floor probably. You couldn’t really help admire the body his clothes hid. For a jackass who barely did his job, he somehow managed to keep himself in shape. His tight boxers managed to also show what his clothes hid and maybe you should just sleep on the floor instead. He grumbled about having to share a bed with a pretty lady as he climbed in, that grumbling cause you to furiously lay down a flip so you were facing away from him.

“As fucked up tonight had been,” he said once both of you had settled. “It’s been nice.”

You thought about tonight. Allen having fun on his own was nice to witness. Gavin being open with you was strange, different but pleasant. That android helping was ok and Mika taking care of Allen, that was envisions but admirable. Tonight had been nice. Maybe sharing this bed wasn’t such a horrible fate after all.

You roll over to see Gavin playing on his phone. He glanced at you before resuming.

“What’s up?” He asks after a minute of you staring.

“What’s the deal with Kamski anyways?” You ask as you notice the pillow laying between Gavin and you. “Also what the fuck is with the pillow?”

“You said,” he shrugs as he puts his phone down and rolls to face you. “You don’t want me touching you. This was the best way to restrain myself.”

The room was ill lit but the light that shone through gave Gavin softer features. You tired not to admit it but he was handsome. You pull the pillow towards yourself to cuddle. As much as you hated to admit it, you found intimacy strange with actual people. Androids knew much more and for the most part, easy to detach from. That’s the only thing you found them good for.

“Kamski, is my half brother.” Gavin started his hand inching closer to your’s. “We’re born about four months apart. Different moms but the same jackass dad. Chloe was born much later, when we were 3.” He paused a moment before continuing. “We grew up together kinda. Both our moms let us hangout with Chloe but not each other not that any of them tried to stop us as we got older. Chloe was close with both of us when we were growing up, the middle man if you say.” He let out a sign. You could see all the emotions you didn’t even realize Gavin was capable of. “I don’t know if I’m just being paranoid or crazy but I think Elijah loves her and not in the brotherly way. But one day, Chloe was gone to a camp and suddenly my mom gets a call from her mom. Next thing I’m at the hospital and Chloe had leukemia, acute form or some shit. Elijah was there everyday until the end.” You heard his voice shake but he pushed past it. “I haven’t heard or talk to him after that until the big fuckin news about androids blew up over the world.” Anger and bitterness laced his voice. “You can only imagine how pissed I was when I saw that thing beside him.”

“I’m sorry.” You whisper as you touch his hand.

He gave you the most gorgeous smile before saying “Thanks.”

You throw the pillow behind you and hear a satisfying thud as you pull yourself closer to Gavin.

“I thought we weren’t touching.” He asked as you nestled yourself in his arms.

“I can change my mind.” You gaze up at him. With a your free hand, you lightly trace his lips. “I can put the pillow back if you like.”

His answer was pulling you up to kiss. It was hot and wet, his hands pulling you up onto him. With barely any struggles, you find yourself naked and Gavin’s boxers gone. Why the fuck were you so wet for him? Was it because his cock was at the right hardness you loved or the fact you were unnecessary turned on by his display of emotions. At that moment you didn’t care.

With hardly any assistance, he slid right in. Both of you find you rhythm quickly, one hand on your ass and another on your breast. Soon enough his lips press against your chest, a nipple in his mouth as you try your best to repress some moans. You push him back down as you take him for a ride. The kisses are sloppy, the lip bites are hard enough to bruise. He takes control with you on top and thrusts his hips into your’s. His increasing swearing told you how close he was and just before he can satisfy himself, you hop off of him just as he climaxes. You do your best to hold off the sinister laugh you want so much to let burst out.

“Fuck me.” He gives you the most annoyed look you’ve ever seen. “What the fuck?” He gingerly gets out of bed to clean himself.

As much fun as it was to ruin his satisfactory night, you cuddle with him afterwards. Gavin’s an asshole but you can’t help but see him differently now. Maybe he was worth seeing again. A kiss, a giggle and a sigh said it all.

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