#oc: dezha draldeega

[tailorvizsla]

Title: Spanking Alor Pairing: Dezha (M!OC) x You, Dezha x f!Reader Word Count: ~950 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, spanking, masturbation Author's Notes: A smol blurb for my beloved Heater ❤️ also forgive me for the horrible title i could not think of anything else to name this 💀💀💀💀💀 📚My Master List📚

In all the years you have known Dezha, you have never seen him with a frown on his face. Sometimes his smile is a bit dimmer than usual, and maybe he waits until he puts his helmet on to frown, but he's never shown you a negative emotion before. He's easy going, but he's not a pushover. He's charming and sweet and was once so very single…at least until he met you.

Today is basically the same as every other day - he's been up since the break of dawn. First comes training with Paz, then he comes back to the karyai to work out duty rotations, and then he spends the rest of the morning putting out any fires that pop up. Metaphorical and literal. The afternoon is spent working with Armorer, Paz, and the other tradespeople to make sure the Tribe's supplies are well-stocked. Once your work is over for the day, you decide to go see what your beloved is up to. He's standing in the hangar, staring at the once-orderly chaos in front of him. 

You smack him on the rear and he jumps a little. He blushes as he looks at you.

"Hey," he says. "What brings you here, cyare?"

You shrug and look back at the mess.

"Nothing," you respond. "What's…uh…going on?"

"We are missing an entire box of grenades," Dezha says. You lift a brow. 

"How?" you ask slowly.

"They've been missing for a week, apparently," Dezha sighs. "Looks like whoever was on duty in the armory forgot to log it. Paz is on a rampage because he thinks the kids have them."

The big blue verd in question is bellowing at someone. That someone is practically cowering in front of him. Paz is extremely displeased with the situation.

" - gonna go search this entire fucking Covert from top to fucking bottom and if you do not find them by the end of the day, may Kad'Harangir have mercy on your fucking soul!"

"Wow, I do not want to be that idiot," you say. "Wanna do dinner?"

Dezha nods.

"Sounds good," he says, his cheeks still flaming pink.

You grin at him and slip your hand into his. Then you lead him to your shared quarters, where he frowns and looks quite confused. 

"...did you cook?" he asks slowly.

You roll your eyes as you pull him into the room. His eyes widen in understanding when you start unbuttoning your top.

"That kind of dinner," he says with a charming grin, his hands falling to his belt. 

When he comes to steal a kiss, you let your hands fall to his ass and you squeeze firmly. Then you smack him gently, making him inhale. Your brow goes up when you realize he is rock hard and grinding into your lower belly.

"Looks like someone likes being spanked," you tease. 

To your surprise, he only turns red. Oh, fuck yes, you think to yourself, as you release him. Dezha has always concerned himself more with your pleasure than his own, often neglecting himself to make sure you cum. Now that you know what gets him flustered…you already have plenty of ideas of what to do with your beloved.

But for now, you're going to show him a good time before dinner.

"Hands on the table, Dezha," you say.

"What?"

"Hands. On. The. Table."

He obeys, giving you a confused look over his shoulder.

"Move them and I stop," you say.

"Stop wha - oh!" 

Your hand delivers a firm smack to his round butt cheek. You pause for a few moments to let the sting die away. Then you smack again, smirking when he fails to smother the next moan. His fingers flex as he digs his fingernails into the wood, but he doesn't move from his spot. Again, and again, you continue smacking his bottom, overlapping each one slightly to tease and torture his tender skin.

"Never thought you'd enjoy being spanked," you whisper to him. 

Standing behind him, you wrap your arm around his midsection, your fingers falling to his thick cock. Your brow goes up at just how hard he is. With each pump of your hand, his skin grows stickier and wetter. When his hips start rolling forward, you grin and use your other hand to smack him across the bottom.

This time, he moans.

You grin and squeeze his cock on the next pull, earning yourself a muffled curse. As you spank harder, his moans grow louder, and after just a few minutes, Dezha starts gasping your name out.

"Fuck, I'm - I'm gonna - "

"Cum for me, Dezha," you whisper against his shoulder. "Let go, cyare."

You smack one last time and he finishes, his cock bobbing in your hand with each spurt of cum. Your hand stills when his body relaxes in your arms. Then he starts to move.

"Did I tell you to move?" you ask, and he immediately puts his hands back down. A laugh escapes you as you let go of him. "I'm just playing, cyare. You can move, if you'd like."

He turns around. He's a rumpled, disheveled mess. You never thought he looked more beautiful before. You pull him down for another kiss as he tucks himself away. As he's working to deepen the kiss, your stomach lets out a very loud growl, making you giggle into his mouth.

"Food?" you ask, earning yourself a pout from your Alor. "It'll give you plenty of time to reload."

He considers your words for a moment before he nods.

"That sounds like a plan," he says with another one of his charming grins. He leans in to press a searing kiss to your lips. When he draws back, he whispers against your lips. "I plan to take my time with you tonight."

You grin - Dezha never breaks a promise.

[tailorvizsla]

Dezha x reader maybe he gets jealous over someone looking at reader and he has to show her who she belongs to. Breeding kink maybe? Up to you.

The bar, as it turns out, is nothing like its namesake. The Desert Oasis is a complete lie. First of all, it’s situated in the middle of a dense forest, and second, it’s got the crappiest drinks you’ve ever had in your life. Despite the warm, watered down booze, you take a few minutes to enjoy the fact that you are finally taking a break from the mountains of work that await you back home. Lifting your helmet up, you tilt the drink back, grimacing at the taste. Cheap alcohol and mostly flat soda. Yuck.

“That bad, huh?” comes a voice from beside you.

You put the cup down as you look at the speaker. Some random local you’ve never seen before. They are pretty cute, though. You offer a shrug in response.

“You get what you pay for,” you quip, pushing the grimy advertisement into the light.

They sit down and pick it up.

“Ladies night,” they say, “One credit drinks.”

“Yeah? You got a problem with that?” the bartender asks.

“Nah,” your new companion says. “Can I have an ale? Full strength?”

The bartender harrumphs.

“Thirty-three credits,” he says gruffly, and your new friend slides a handful of credits across the bar. “Keep the rest.”

The bartender looks far more interested now that he knows there’s a tip waiting for him. You glance around the bar – where is Dezha?

“Are you here with a friend?” they ask.

You offer another shrug.

“If he’d hurry his ass up,” you remark. “But he’s probably waiting to make a grand, dramatic entrance or something. That’s how he works.”

“Is he just a friend, or is he something more?”

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