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“Hunter?” You jerk awake, confused and exhausted in your cramped bunk on the Havoc Marauder. It feels like someone woke you up and your mind immediately goes thinking there’s a problem. Why are you awake? What’s wrong? Did Hunter call for you? Why do you feel like there’s something urgent you need to take care of? It’s difficult to process what’s happening because almost as soon as you ask yourself these questions you realize you’re wrong. There’s nothing wrong. It’s the exact opposite actually. Your pussy is sensitive and your clit is aching and you’re so karking close to coming.
“Could Hunter fill you up like I do?” Wrecker breathes the question into your ear and you pitch a moan, thrusting your head back and canting your hips onto his hand as he slips another thick digit inside your dripping cunt. The back of your head hits his soft hairy chest and Wrecker leans down and brushes a soft kiss to your sweaty hairline.
Kriff. Fucking stars! Your brain feels like it’s switched to hyperdrive as your gut drops low. Another moan slips loud and low as Wrecker increases the pressure of each thrust of his hand that’s fucking into you, keeping a steady pace. You know he must have been at this for a while from the loud wet noises your pussy makes every time he thrusts his two fat fingers inside of you. Your arousal is dripping out of you and onto the sheets below leaving you a sticky mess.
“That’s it, mesh’la,” Wrecker praises you as you rock your hips in time with his thrusting hand. “Thought you weren’t gonna wake up before I made you come.” You make more room for him between your legs by lifting your top leg up and back, resting your calf on his large hairy thighs, spreading yourself open further. A hiccup runs through your body and you slap your hand against the cool durasteel wall of your bunk to use as leverage. Desperate and needy, you search for any way to help you fuck yourself back on Wrecker’s hand. “You’re so kriffing pretty. You know you’ve already made me come. Wigglin’ around in your sleep and pressing that round ass of yours onto me.” Oh, fuck! He grunts and you can feel his huge fat cock pressing between the globes of your ass. It’s smooth and hard and wet but you can feel more precum being smeared on your lower back every time you cant your hips. “Gonna come again if you keep- moving like that.” His words seem to catch in his throat.
“Wrecker! Please-” You all but cry as he pulls his fingers out of you.
“It’s okay. I’ve got yah. I’ve got yah,” he soothes as bring his arm over your front and quickly slips back inside with a wet squelch. From this angle the heel of his hand rubs your aching clit every time he works his fingers inside of you.
It hits you almost immediately. Your orgasm pushing through you hard, trying to force Wrecker’s fingers out of your cunt, but he keeps his hand firm. Crooking his fingers inside and pressing up against the spongy spot that makes you see stars inside your tiny bunk. Wrecker keeps his fingers still, giving plenty for your cunt to come around, to squeeze down on as he still slowly grinds the heel of hand against you. Lengthening your orgasm and forcing you to come as hard as you physically can.
He’s groaning and rutting behind you. “Fuck! S’ good,” Wrecker buries his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder. His breath is hot on your skin and suddenly your back feels wet and warm as his cum is smeared between you. There’s no way the others can’t hear you. Both you and Wrecker do absolutely nothing to stop your shouts and moans. The doors aren’t exactly soundproof and the Marauder isn’t exactly large. It just feels too good to try and be quiet and your mind is too fuzzy to even think about being polite. You’re bound to hear complaints from the others, but it hardly matters. It’s only Wrecker you care about right now.
Wrecker pants in your ear as you continue to clamp down on his fingers. “Came again just fucking now,” And stars, if that isn’t so karking hot. “From your sweet cunt gushing on my fingers. Can you feel it baby?” he asks as he rubs his softening cock against your ass. Yes, you nod letting him know that you can feel him. You know what you do to him just like how he can feel what he does to you. His hand is soaked and the sheets are soaked and there’s no way he can’t know how good he makes you feel. Eventually you both slow and Wrecker eases the pressure of his hand off your mound, not wanting to overstimulate you, but he keeps his fingers buried inside. The two of you lay together, entwined, and breathing in harmony as you come down from your mutual highs.
“Wreck, mmh, love you,” you tell him as you turn your head to press kisses along his jaw. Wrecker moves his head and meets your lips with his. Lazy, warm kisses are traded between the two of you. Lips and tongues pressing against each other, making your heart flutter and your mind drift. At some point, with Wrecker’s tongue in your mouth, you must clench again because he slowly withdraws his soaked fingers from your cunt before pressing them slowly back into you. “Oh!” You gasp into his mouth as he lethargically fucks you with his hand.
“There you go,” His chest rumbles as you manage to wrap your arm around the one he’s using to fuck you, pressing it tight against your body. You whisper his name as the fire inside of you begins to kindle anew. “Use me however you want, mesh’la. Keep grinding on my hand and make yourself come. Or I can keep them inside of yah to keep you full while you fall asleep.”
You still your rocking for just a second. “Can I have both?” Voice small, you’re shy to ask, feeling greedy even though you know there’s no logical reason to feel either way.
Wrecker finds your lips again and encourages you to start again by rubbing your mound with the heel of his hand. “‘Course you can,” he says against your lips. You love this. This feeling of being full and not just in the literal sense. You’re full to burst with love for Wrecker, with his love for you. And the easy way he fucks you. Just slow and steady. He’s in no rush to make you come, for you to be finished. He just wants to make you feel good. However he can make that happen.
Steadily grinding on Wrecker’s hand, you lose track of time being held in his arms. Sometimes you begin to drift off, sleep beginning to fog the edges of your mind. But then his fingers shift and find that spot and you turn into a wanton mess. “Wreck, I can’t-” it’s beginning to frustrate you. Slowly chasing an orgasm you’re not sure you can reach but you definitely want.
“Do you want to try another finger?” You can hear the smile in his words. He’s basking in the feeling of you wanting him. Of wanting more of him.
“Yes! Please, I just want one more. Just wanna come one more-” You cut off. Completely distracted by the feeling of a third large finger edging your slick hole. Wrecker hums deeply, vibrating into your back as he gently eases a third finger into your stretched cunt. “Yes-” you gasp, so fucking thankful for the extra finger. The added stretch feels so good. He makes sure your clit has enough friction on his hand but he lets you set the pace as you grind against him, leaking all over.
“Mesh’la,” He breathes. Excited and sated and awed all at once. “You gonna make yourself come?”
“Yes!” You cling to his arm. It’s enormous. He’s soft and hairy and he feels like home as his burly muscles flex under your fingers with each thrust of his hand. The pace is slow. Too tired to move any faster but Wrecker knows exactly what you need. He strokes the inside of your cunt as best he can with his three fingers. It’s not much with how full you are, but it feels karking amazing. Your needy mewls letting Wrecker know that you’re close.
“Go ahead, mesh’la. Come on my fingers. Use my hand the way yah need.” His kind, enraptured words push you over the edge one more time. The feeling washes through you, up your spine and down your limbs. It settles in your fingers and toes, tingling in pleasured relief. Your head is light and your body sags, head hitting the mattress below, grip loosening on Wreckers arm. He slows his thrusting to a stop and nuzzles into your neck once more to place soft kisses. “Did yah feel good?”
Huffing a laugh you turn and pepper kisses along any part of him you can reach. “You always make me feel good.” You punctuate your answer with a long kiss to his lips.
“I think you should try and go back to sleep,” Wrecker quietly laughs as you stifle a yawn. His nose brushes along the side of your face and you can feel the smile on his lips pressed against your cheek.
“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” Closing your eyes you feel relaxed, boneless, happy in your cramped and messy bunk. Just the two of you, shut off from the rest of the crew, the rest of the universe. Only allowing yourself to exist in this moment in time with your beloved. “Can you-” you can’t help the heat that rises in your face once more. “Will you stay? Inside?” Your tired pussy flutters around Wrecker’s fingers.
“Said I would, didn’t I?” Wrecker’s large hand cups your entire mound, just resting there, keeping you full and sated. He makes you feel so safe, completely taken care of. “Sleep,” He requests softly. And even as he’s holding on to you, your limbs entwined, spent and dirty, he knows how to make the moment sweet. His soft deep hums easily fill the remaining spaces of your bunk. The song sounds like a lullaby. You don’t know the words, or if there are lyrics at all. He’s never sung it for you. But the melody is bone achingly familiar to you by now with how often Wrecker hums it for you. Trying to hum along for a few loping measures, your higher pitch harmonizes with Wrecker’s deep bass. You manage to follow along for just a bit before sleep tugs you down. Wrapped up in the hazy edges of your mind, comforted by Wrecker’s warmth. His love and his presence blankets you, his gentle song a pillow for your head.
“Love you,” you manage to tell him before you completely slip away into blissful unconsciousness. Carried off by the gentle ebb and flow of the hummed melody.
Wrecker waits patiently for you. Always. Listening to your breathing to make sure you’re fast asleep before letting his song trail away. “Love yah too,” he whispers as softly as possible. Trying to make sure he doesn’t wake you up again. He rests easy with you in his arms. The last thing he wants to do is let go. So he holds on tight. Both to you and to a forever he wants with you.