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EVENING ACTIVITIES 18+ [GEPARD LANDAU]

pt. 1 AFTERNOON SNACK

notesˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ive seen a few ppl wanting more so i have delivered ૮ ◜ᵕ◝ ㅅ ა && almost 60 followers and over 1k notes for the first part!!! that makes me so happy !!! i'm so glad that people enjoy my stuff even tho it's my first time posting my works ૮(ㅅ´ ˘ `)ა⋆｡°✩♡ kith kith to every-one <33

contents ❥・afab!reader, subtle msub to mdom, kinda dom!reader in da first half... , needy gepard, riding, creampie, praising, biting/marking, reader calls gepard 'geppy'. wc ❥・1190

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gepard's body burns against yours, skin flushed and tingly. he kisses you again, groaning into your mouth.

'please… need you.' he croaks out, hips bucking onto your thigh for any type of friction. this is where you would make him beg for it, but his neediness mingled with the tiredness in his voice makes you soften up on him. you push him off of you so that he's on his back, plush thighs hurriedly straddling his. you pull down the rest of his pants as he removes his shirt, taking his aching cock into your small hand.

he gasps, girth throbbing in your grasp as you smear his pre-cum all over his shaft, giving it a few pumps. you can feel him jolting from beneath you, a small smile on your lips as you pick up the pace, squeezing him for more stimulation. whimpers fall from his lips, a strangled moan pulled out of him every once in a while. your clit helplessly throbs at his needy noises, shifting yourself so that you're planted on a brawny thigh, slowly grinding down on him.

gepard's hands grip onto your hips, fingers digging into the pulpy flesh making you yip. 'geppy…?'

'y/n…' he whines, your grip on his cock never letting up. 'please… please ride me.'

your chest goes fluttery at his request, a surge of heat sent straight to your cunt. you're quick to reposition yourself, body over him in a flash, too fast for him to comprehend when you're already rubbing his sensitive tip at your entrance. he mummers a whiny curse, chuckling at your eagerness.

'w–ait, let me.' he huffs out, shifting up so that his back is supported by the pillowy headboard. he holds you close, fingers still bedded into your hips. holding his face in your hands, you pause to take in his appearance, an obvious blush on his pretty, scrunched up face, hair sticking up in any other direction while he gazes at you, eyes droopy but dark with a lustful admiration for you. 

raising your hips, you line yourself up with him again, sinking down on him with no hesitation this time. you both simultaneously moan as you slide down further and further. your legs tremble, pussy trying to accommodate his size. you have yet gotten accustomed to him because of his busy schedule, but he secretly enjoys it, watching attentively when your face contorts as he stretches you out, tensing up when he feels your soft hands hold onto his hard body for support. ''s big… you're so big geppy.' you whine, and gepard throbs at the vice grip you have on him, letting out a shaky moan before he encourages you with the sweetest coos. 

'c'mon baby, just a bit more.' he captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, it's loud and wet, spit dripping down both of your faces. a hand slips between the two of you, his thumb presses against your puffy clit in soft, tight circles in an effort to loosen up your muscles. and it works, feeling yourself sink down until your ass is flushed against his thighs, the both of you gasping for air as you adjust to his size.

it's almost too much for him already. your sopping insides fluttering and squeezing around his cock has him whimpering into your mouth, breaking the kiss briefly. 'baby, stop squeezin' me like that.' you can feel his legs flex under you, but you couldn't help but grind on his lap.

you squeal when your clit rubs against his pelvis, arms wrapping around the nape of his neck as you bury your head in the crook where his shoulders meet his head. he twitches inside of you, heavy cock dragging along your gummy insides, kissing your cervix oh so sweetly. 

losing control, you start to bounce in his lap, milking him for all his worth. his cock feels better than ever, fact that you've been long deprived of him for an excruciating amount of time. his hands move up the arch of your back, guiding you softly as you ride him. your mind goes blank as you slow down, picking yourself up and dropping down on him all the way, head falling back in bliss, lips whining strings of delicate moans.

his lips latch onto your neck instantly, groaning at the salty but sweet sheen of sweat on your body. your hips smack down with sinful pap pap paps and gepard couldn't help but flush, knowing that's one of his favourite noises; skin slapping on skin. he smiles against your dewy flesh, tongue dancing on your neck. a familiar coil bubbles in your lower abdomen, moans growing higher pitched and needy, his arising deeper and desperate. ''m gonna cum geppy, feels too–good!'

he gasps, hands moving back down to the curve of your plush ass. he handles you with care as he helps you, lifting you up and down effortlessly. his own climax also close to unfolding, mind raptured from the way your warmth spasmed around him. so needy and sensitive it makes him curse.

'g-gosh, me too baby,' he breathes, teeth sinking into the skin on your neck, marking what's his. 'you're doing so w-well pretty, just a bit more.' the throbbing veins decorating his cock pulses against your walls, stimulating you until you're over the edge, tongue lolling out as your eyes roll to the ceiling. he catches onto the way your pussy starts to clamp down on him, grunting into your ears before he's planting his feet onto the bed, shifting around before he rapidly fucks into you from below, teeth sinking into your shoulder as startled moans and squeals filter through one ear and straight out the other. 

you're drooling onto his shoulder dumbly as he fucks you silly, and it only takes a few thrusts before you're gushing around his cock with his name on the tip of your soft tongue.

'yes baby–fuck–just like that, you're milking me so well,' he praises, the way you're squeezing down on him makes his last few thrusts jerky, hips stilling before he's shooting rope after rope into you with a loud moan, face knitted together as he pushes you down till he's flushed against your cervix. he hiccups, small whimpers bubbling from his throat as he comes down from his exhilarated high.

kissing your jaw, the both of you pant against each other as his seed spills from your walls and down to the base of his cock, dripping onto the sheets accompanied with a whine of protest. 

your worn out body feels so hazy against his, mewling as you suckle on the skin of his neck. 'missed you,' your words are meek before you bring your face to his, peppering his cheeks with your cherry lips. he smiles, not fighting back the chuckle that leaves his chest, hands rubbing the small of your back.

'missed you too, sweetheart.' his lips find yours, slotted together in a warm kiss. flourishing in your warmth, he hugs you, littering your supple shoulders with light kisses and hickeys, softening cock plugging the remains of his rich cum inside of you.

doing hand comparison with Gepard….he’s going NUTS Coco he sees your dainty hand against his, absentmindedly curling his fingers over your fingertips and blushes. he’s not one to have a dirty mind but he can’t help but let his imagination wander at the implications >.<

໒꒰ྀི∗ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷∗꒱ྀིა .*･｡ﾟ⌒ gepard landau x gn!reader. nsfw — mdni. size kink / he’s much bigger than u n’ it gets him all hot n’ flustered :3

gepard is big, in every sense of the word; with his presence when he enters a room, his hands splayed over the small of your back, his shoulders shadowing your frame as he's hunched down to meet your height while you kiss him breathless behind the book stacks in qlipoth fort.

and he thinks his most sinister vice is just this— for getting as turned on as he does when you can only manage to wrap your fingers around two of his, when his arms engulf your whole body in a hug, when you're bouncing on your tippy toes to try and reach his lips for a kiss.

gepard is just so much bigger than you.

he's coughing to hide the arousal in his voice when you straddle his sinewy thigh and lace your fingers through his, poking and teasing him with little giggles of, "geppie, you're so much larger than me!"

it makes his cheeks burn rouge and his cock ache, pre oozing to stain the grey cotton of his boxers, and all of a sudden he's leaning his head onto your shoulder to regain his bearings, because the way he feels is so dirty that it's near dizzying.

it's easy for him to imagine how cute you would sound whining and panting and hiccuping over your words as he holds you in his lap, his hands wrapping around your wrists gently while he tries to help you sink down onto his cock and kiss away your protests of "'s too big, not gonna fit!" and when he thinks of how you would take him in your mouth— plush lips sucking and licking at the bulbous head of his cock, kissing and nosing along his length because that's all you can really do with how big he is— he thinks he may just cum in his pants.

he thinks it's lewd and wrong and so incredibly debauch of him to have these thoughts, but when all you do is entertain them by wrapping your fingers around his pinky and telling him how big and how broad and how handsome he is, well, what's a man to do.

OMG I JUST HAVE TO SAY THIS CUZ IM GOING INSANE

bro imagine like Gepard x fem reader whose like super into j-fashion (totes not because its my special interest) and he barely knows anything about it at all the most he cares about fashion is like looking formal for his family and then he gets a gf (somehow) and she’s obsessed with it like bro would spoil her so much and buy her popular brands like angelic pretty, spank, etc and he would let her practice Gyaru, kawaii, or even visual kei makeup on him and he’s just the sweetest about it!!!

You don’t have to respond or anything i just want rant abt this for fun

Idk really know alot about j fashion besides the pastel and bright colors they usually incorporate in their attires. The most I know is the puffy skirts, colorful jackets and of course, the high platform shoes.

But yes yes yes, Gepard is the type of bf to spoil his gf!! Hes so understanding and sweet about it too!! He wont understand a lot of it but he will research about it to help!!

Im just imagining him in his Silvermane uniform while his gf is clinging to his arm, her outfit being the physical personification of colorful and kawaii 😘

𝑜 𝒸𝒶𝓅𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃, 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓅𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃 ⑅ ۫ .

ᕱ⑅ᕱ ۪ ۫ 〜 ꒰ gepard landau x f!reader. nsfw — mdni . . . established relationship / public sex ( in an empty corridor ) / reader is clingy n' needy n' also a bit of a tease :3 / u call him ‘captain’ / he calls u ‘angel’ + ‘sweetheart’ / finger suckin’ ♡ / quickies / unprotected sex / creampies / read to da end for a silly littl surprise ^_< ꒰ྀི 1.8k wc

𝒸𝑜𝒸𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈 . . . geppie ໒꒰ྀི∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩꒱ྀིა dis is honestly jus’ vv self-indulgent oopsie . . it is also ! my first honkai piece eeee @ . @ i hope u enjoy :3 as always , feedback + rebloops are supa appreciate C: okiz baiii-!

gepard tastes strawberries and cream on your tongue as you pull him into an empty corridor at qlipoth fort, smells sunshine on your neck as you giggle in between cheeky kisses laid over his lips, his forehead, his jaw.

“hey, hey… someone’s going to catch us.” he chides you gently but to no avail, because when you whisper over his cheeks that you don’t care if someone sees, and that you just missed him so much, and that you might die if you went another hour without him, he can’t fight the shy laugh that bubbles in his throat, nor the pretty shade of pink that dusts his ears.

and that pink spreads to his cheeks, down his neck; it turns a deeper shade of rouge when you lean your weight on him and fist at the fur of his collar, breathe soft little noises into his mouth for him to steal and make a home of in his heart. “gepard…”

you sigh his name like that— with that delicate lilt to your voice— it sounds a bit like a dream to him, and he knows it all too well; knows it from all the late nights your toes curl and tap over his broad shoulders, from all the early mornings his fingers and lips have spent pulling honey from in between your legs.

it’s a noise so sweet, so pretty; he thinks himself to be a sinner with how something so innocent and angelic makes his blood run hot and cock throb with need. 

“yes?” exasperation laces his words and the stifled groans that follow when you kiss along the heavy vein of his neck, press your clothed pussy into his sinewy thigh and find his cock already half-hard, twitching and leaking pre from the love you slather over him. he’s inhaling through his teeth when you can only bring yourself to whine in response to his question, tug weakly at the zipper of his slacks; and before you do anything else to weaken his heart, he mumbles into your hair, breath thick with a burning desire that he tries to shove back down his throat, “not now, angel— c-christ, i’m still on duty…” 

a set of metal-plated fingers wrap around your hips, squeeze gently in a silent beg when you stumble back into the wall and curl your fingers into his coat almost woefully, tugging him towards you as best you can to feel more of his warmth. “n-no! no— promise it’ll be quick, please, need you so bad…” 

and against his will, gepard finds himself twisting like a sunflower at the sound of your voice— pitchy and petulant little pleas travelling straight to his cock, to the twitch of his fingers as they dig just a tad more forcefully into your flesh. “sweetheart…” your lover inhales sharply, squeezes his eyes shut to keep from looking into your own; for if he does, he’s afraid he just might give in to your salacious whims. “my guards will notice i’m missing.”

“even if they do, no one can question you about it, right, captain?” you whisper over his lips, squeeze your legs a little tighter around his thigh in an attempt to gain more friction where you need it the most.

“you… you never play fair, do you…” a chill flits down his spine at the name you call him and his head falls forwards to bump against your own, brain clouded with lust and a certain dizziness that makes him feel as though he might faint. 

“pretty please… ‘m already so wet for you, just look,” he follows your gaze to where his thigh has been pressed up against the hot apex of your legs, and the sight of your slick staining the crotch of your panties and white of his pants has him releasing a shaky exhale.

he’s losing his war against the sun.

because the captain of the silvermane guards is famously uncompromising, stubborn, loyal to his job and perhaps to a fault, yet, when you look like this— dusk falling overhead through the stained glass to cast a halo over your head and make visible the hearts in your eyes, when you look as stunning as you do with the sun glowing from your chest, gepard feels like his bones are being seared, his muscles burnt into dust by the heat you envelop him in.

“god, you’re gonna kill me…”

even so, he doesn’t think he minds dying at your hands when it’s like this. he’s admitting defeat before he even realizes it; with your fingers tugging at the blonde that curls around his ears as he hikes up the skirt of your dress with one arm and hooks the back of your knee over the inside of his elbow with the other. and then you’re sighing— all dreamy and blissed out when he hastily pulls his cock out from his slacks and taps his throbbing head over your clit before gliding his length along your soaking folds.

it’s too slow— how he inches into you, pushing his hips back and forth once, twice, three times until your pussy swallows as much of his cock as it can, until the sharpness of his hipbones rubs against your own. and it’s so wrong, so lewd— the position he has you in, his entire body weight caging you against the wall, broad shoulders hiding you from view should any passersby turn the corner and be met with a sight so incredibly… debauch.

you paw desperately at the breastplate of his armour as he fills you up, your tight ring of muscle stretched to accommodate his girth, and no matter how long he takes to prep you, no matter how wet you are, there’s always that initial dull ache that rips through your groin when he pushes into you. it has you lurching into his chest, little sobs of ’s so big, ’s too much pressing hot on his ear.

and, oh, gepard is just so sweet, cradling the back of your head to keep it from hitting the wall as he shushes you softly, “shh, it’s okay, you’re okay— y-you gotta be quiet.” his gentle nature only makes you keen further, makes your legs tremble in his hold and your voice crack from how pitchy your whines get; he’s left with one last option to prevent the two of you from getting caught.

before he can let another sound rip from your throat, he’s tearing off his glove with his teeth, grinding his molars against the worn leather as he pushes two of his fingers past your open mouth, pressing down on your tongue to silence you as best he can.

his assertiveness makes your mind fog up with submission— it has your toes curling at the low baritone of his voice as it drills breathy groans into your ear, your heart feeling the reverberations of the growl bubbling deep in his chest— because, fuck, when you lick and suck at his fingers like that, it shreds away all the remaining patience he has, wears it thin until there’s just one thread left.

“b-baby, you’re all the way in here…” pulling off his digits with a little pop, you whisper through slurred words and bring a palm to your navel, his own hand following suit. he presses down lightly, enough to have you gasping from a blossom of pleasure, enough to have your gummy walls oozing slick around him and clamp down tightly to suck his length in even deeper. he’s so deep— you swear he’s in your womb, and just imagining his cock nestled there, throbbing and leaking hot cum to mark you with a proclamation of his love makes the blood boil blue in your chest, course through your limbs and to the aching twitch of your fingers. “feel you in my tummy, gepard.”

“o-oh, god…”

and that’s when the last thread snaps.

gepard doesn’t think there’s anything else in this universe that makes him lose sight of his cool like you do, because as soon as you’re saying those words in that sinfully sweet voice of yours, he’s given up on letting your little cunt adjust to his size. instead, he’s panting and groaning and fucking up into you without warning— hips ruthless enough in their thrusts to lift your tippy toes off the ground, leaky head of his cock grinding into the spongy patch of tissue that has you wailing out and hiccuping over your cries. "g-gepard!"

it’s almost feral, the way he silences you with his kisses, dipping his tongue into your mouth to explore the sweet concavities, a growl ripping from his throat with each draw of his hips as he grinds into the most sensitive pleasure points lining your wall and rolls his crotch into your neglected clit— his ministrations coax pretty noise after pretty noise from you that he swallows with his own, drawing them down deep into his heart. 

when you begin to hiccup on shallow breaths and your bambi eyes glaze over with honey, gepard realizes he’s worked you up to that soft, dreamy headspace; the words tumble out of your pouty lips before you have a chance to think them through— all slurred and lilted like a sweet dance— because you’re drunk on his cock, and terribly in love with him, and all that. “you’re gonna make me cum.”

you drawl out shakily as he continues to rut up into you, make a mess of your pussy as lewd slapslapslap’s ring through the empty corridor. and when you moan over his mouth and chase after his lips, gently tugging on them and whining a little k-kiss me, gepard, wanna kiss you when i cum, it’s too much.

it’s so much, because it’s only been a short while but the dreamy look in your half-lidded gaze and your pitchy voice send a glow of mind-numbing pleasure through his entire body, down from his chest all the way to his cock— and just like that, he’s cumming alongside you— thrusts sloppy and jerky before he plunges into your completely. spurt after spurt of creamy white ribbon fills your womb, flushing your limbs full of a tingling warmth only he can give you.

your cunt spills his thick seed; it oozes down all sides of his cock, down his balls and to the floor, and in your hazy comedown, your light panting breaks off into a lovely little peal of giggles. “you came s’much… ’s all for me, mhm?”

“mhm… all for my pretty girl,” the sweet sounds you make endear your lover all the more to you; it’s evident by how he smiles tiredly into your hair, sucks in his cheeks in a failed attempt to keep from blushing so much, straightens the bows in your now mussed ponytails, rubs his nose sappily over yours— one way and then the other.

your post-coital bliss ends far quicker than either you want it to, for the clang of metal hitting cobblestone and a disgusted gasp from the eldest landau has your eyes going wide, gepard’s face flushing a deep berry as he stutters over his words and tries to reason.

“ugh, gepard, get a room!”

captain's mercy w/ gepard .

desc. : I needed a day to cleanse myself after writing this. Gepard takes a step out of his comfort zone, but he kind of enjoys exerting some authority over you... (wc : 2k)

tags / cw : nsfw, afab!reader, fingering, overstimulation, crying :((, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it!), power play (?) kind of, gepard has you entirely at his mercy (willingly), one (1) spank, choking (not really, but worth the tag), not proofread!

Spontaneity was never Gepard's strong point, and he was almost painfully aware of it. When he knew something was meant to happen, he needed to have utmost control over the situation. He needed to plan it out in his head ahead of time, laying out every single possibility and its outcome so that he could decide how he would handle the situation. But when Gepard was stripped of this control, he couldn't tell left from right or up from down, and everything in his mind became one jumbled, pretty kettle of fish. So, of course, he becomes a flustered, stammering mess when you confront him in the bedroom, saying that you didn't want things to proceed as they usually do. 

You were seated above him, holding both of his hands down by the wrists. There was a mischievous glint to your eyes that Gepard didn’t like one bit. He trusted you, but sometimes your antics could be… Concerning, to say the least. He felt a lump rise in his throat involuntarily, before he willed himself to gulp it down. Just the way you were staring at him alone was making his face light up in bright red. 

“I think that,” you finally began, breaking the tense silence that clung to the air like a vice. “You…” tantalizingly slow, you trail one of your nails up his chest, eyes following the motion before coming to rest on his lips, “Should treat me a little rougher tonight.”

Gepard’s eyes widened momentarily, flickering nervously around the room. “What do you mean by that?” he asks, attempting to mask the way his voice shakes with a quick cough. Though it’s hard to deny how he feels when he’s more than sure you can feel the way his veins pulse under his skin.

A gentle smile graced your lips, momentarily breaking your facade. “I don’t want you to be gentle tonight, Geppie,” you speak softly, but Gepard heard your voice loud and clear. Almost too loud, in fact, wincing the moment those words left your lips. You can’t help but let a small giggle slip at his jumpiness. He could be so cute sometimes, especially in vulnerable moments like these.

“What do you want me to do, then?” He asks, apprehension laced in his voice. For the first time, he was able to make proper eye contact with you, and you were certain you saw a glint of endearment in those sapphire eyes of his. 

You laid your head down his chest, drawing small circles into his side with your fingertips. Your touch was enough to ignite thousands of tiny fires underneath his skin. “I need you to have your way with me,” you reply, laughing softly at the way his heartbeat sped up at your little request. “Treat me like one of your soldiers, Gepard.” 

Oh, okay then. There goes the last bit of control he thought he had over the situation.

Insubordination… Well that was one way to put it. Slowly, Gepard shifted his weight, moving himself over you. Your head was caged between his arms as he looked down at you, studying your face for a hint of emotion, anything. But the moment he decided it was safe to move his head down to kiss you, you simply turned around. Ah, so that’s how it’s going to be. 

“How do you want me to do that?”

“You know exactly how.” Your reply was sudden, without missing a beat. You sat upright once more before slipping off of him, taking your place to his side. His gaze followed your every move tentatively, watching you like a hawk. But all you did in return was smile up at him innocently, waiting for him to make the next move. “Well?” you ask, a teasing lilt to your tone, “You’re not just going to take my insubordination, are you?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asks, lips pressed hotly to the shell of your ear. Every syllable sends a shiver down your spine, and there’s a certain heaviness to his tone that you can’t quite describe. The way his breath fanned the side of your face is enough to spark that little fire of desire in your core. When you simply refused to answer, instead closing your eyes and feigning sleep, Gepard could feel one of the many threads of his patience snap. Of all the places to feel like he’s doing his job, it had to be the bedroom. 

“I think I asked you a question,” he persisted, tone tinged with exasperation. Though his voice was steady, there was still a slight shake in the way his hand trailed down your lower back. It came to rest on your backside, unmoving but firm. When he pulled back, you braced yourself for the impact that never came and Gepard took notice of the way your shoulders tensed. He was never planning on hitting you in the first place, but when he turned his attention to your now-glistening cunt, he figured he knew why you reacted the way you did. 

The puzzle pieces are slowly beginning to fit together in his mind, and he starts to understand what it really is that you want him to do. He’d be damned if he didn’t try his best to deliver on your wishes, but the territory was a bit foreign to him. With a vice-like grip on your hips, he dragged them upwards and angled them down, leaving you ass up, face down on the mattress. You kept your lips pursed, waiting to see where he was going with this. 

Slowly, he pressed a palm flat against your cunt before gently trailing his fingers up and down your folds. One of them reached forwards, rubbing soft circles around your clit. Instinctively, you bucked your hips back against his hand, wanting to feel more of his touch. But Gepard pulled back instantly at your impatience, leaving you to whine weakly in protest. 

Gepard put his other hand back on your hip, tight grip holding you in place. His other hand returned to your folds, slipping two fingers into your sopping cunt. You hissed at the intrusion, his cold fingers prodding around your walls in search of that one spot. When he pressed against it tentatively, your gentle sigh was telltale enough for him to continue. Gepard’s hand got to work, the rough pads of his fingers massaging your walls with every thrust. 

He quickly worked you up to your pleasure point, and soon the feeling became too much to bear. Your release coated his wrist in a sticky mess as he continues to work you open, fingers scissoring your walls with no sign of stopping. The air is filled with the melodic squelching of your cunt against his palm and your breathy squeals of pleasure, a tune that plays in sweet harmony in his mind. But he doesn’t stop at one orgasm, no, he keeps going. 

Two, three, four, you’ve lost count at this point. Your hand would’ve cramped up long ago, but Gepard’s stamina was seemingly unmatched. “P-Please,” Your voice breaks his concentration, a weak protest falling on his ears, “No more, please…” But your pleading is futile, and Gepard leaned over you to speak in your ear once more. 

“You told me to have my way with you,” He spoke, tone low and daring. “Good soldiers follow orders, isn’t that what you wanted?” It made the breath hitch in your throat as you meekly hid your face in the pillow, a vain attempt at escaping his calculating gaze. You shook your head, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you tried and failed to escape his hold. The weakness of your knees made you sob pathetically, and it felt like your body was betraying your every whim to escape the overwhelming feeling. 

“Too much,” you croaked, fighting back the tears that continued to well up in your eyes. You didn’t think that Gepard could be so relentless, especially after he seemed so tense to indulge your desires. Yet he persisted, ignoring your plea for mercy. In a final show of defiance, you pulled yourself from his grip, laying your tummy flat on the bed. Your cunt continued to throb with overstimulation, but the cramp in your knees was immediately soothed. Gepard, however, wasn’t too impressed with your disobedience. 

Though it wasn’t that hard, the sudden impact on your ass had you jolt, jittery veins of pleasure surging towards your core. “Seeing as you can’t take what’s given to you,” Gepard’s voice was cold, almost uncharacteristic of your normally-gentle lover. “You leave me no choice but to exert authority.” The clinking of his belt made your head perk up with a mix of apprehension and excitement before he pressed his hardness to your hot core. 

He put his hands back on your hips, slowly dragging them back up from where they rest on the bed, before plunging his cock deep into your cunt. At this point, your mind was swimming with pleasure, choosing to embrace the way your cunt greedily sucked in his cock rather than fight against the stimulation. The first thrust made your head spin, but his pace remained slow, and you needed him deeper. "Captain," you called out airily, tilting your head back to look at him, "You can do better than that."

The final thread of his patience snapped, and Gepard was just about done with your antics. He turned your head back to the front, before pushing it down to the pillow. "You're only to speak when spoken to," he bites back, shoving his cock deeper into your core. You could only whine pathetically at the way he stretched you open, adopting a much rougher pace. His hand trailed from your head towards your arm, grabbing your wrist and pinning it against your back.

He used his grip on your arm as leverage to piston his length in and out of your slippery cunt. The force he used made you keen, breathy gasps of pleasure mixing with the wet, vulgar sound of skin on skin. Gepard’s eyes were trained intently on the spot you two were connected, not paying much mind to the way you squirm in pleasure. When you did manage to catch his eye with a small cry of his name, he was quick to silence your pleas with a kiss, using his free hand to tilt your face towards his. 

His hand traveled down your face to rest on your neck, not pressing into the skin but rather reminding you of its presence. The feeling sent a flurry of pleasure straight to your core, causing your walls to flutter around him. He sucked in a breath, teetering close to the edge himself. The hand that wasn’t rested on your neck trailed down to your clit, rubbing fast circles around the swollen bud. The extra stimulation was all you needed to throw your body over the edge, mind tumbling into a sea of bliss. 

The spasming of your core helped Gepard reach his own high, burying himself as deep as he could before releasing his hot load. Your cunt milked him for all that he’s worth, waves of euphoria engulfing your body until all your senses went numb. Gepard helped you ride out your high, his gentle kisses to your back in stark contrast to the way he handled you earlier.

“How was that?” Gepard huffed, collapsing next to you on the soft mattress. One of his hands caressed the side of your face, gently pushing your tousled locks to the side. 

You could barely form any thoughts in your post-orgasmic haze, it was a miracle that Gepard himself still seemed composed. “Amazing…” you sighed breathily, closing your eyes to melt into his touch. “You should do that more often.” 

Gepard’s face flushed a deep red at your confession. He hadn’t gone too overboard, had he? But you seemed far too tired to discuss that right now, so maybe it would be best if he let you rest for now. After all, he was sure he’d properly overworked you this time. As you peacefully drifted off to sleep, he tenderly cleaned you up with a damp cloth before joining you in bed. He may have had his way, but his priority was always your well-being and care…

I WILL PROOFREAD THIS SOON !! attempting to will the horny back into my body after retiring for 2 weeks to write my Rimworld vampire god vessel cinematic universe lore. I had to put my whole milkussy into this...

I just think there's something dangerously sexy about a possessive man. He's secure enough to not harbor jealousy, but he's not afraid to let others know that you belong to him. A broad hand pressed low against your hip, a nuzzle of his nose against your temple while he gives a side-eye to onlookers. He's not one for over-the-top public displays of affection– he won't make out with you in the presence of others, it's too intimate, too private. But he's always near, always touching you somehow. Always looking out for uninvited admirers.