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You first noticed Wrecker the day after he and his family had arrived on Pabu. His sheer size made him impossible to miss, but it was his laugh that caught your attention—deep and warm, like the comforting roll of distant thunder. You were setting up your stall at the market that morning, arranging fresh loaves of bread and pastries on wooden trays, when his booming voice echoed across the square.
At first, it was hard not to admire him from afar. Wrecker had a way of filling a space—not just with his size, but with his energy. Whether he was hauling crates of supplies or chatting with the locals, there was an openness to him, a joy that made him stand out. Everything about him exuded warmth and strength—from the way he carried children on his shoulders to how he lit up the room with smiles and his easy humor. It was hard to believe someone that enormous could be so gentle, but Wrecker was all contradictions, and that only added to his charm.
You’d caught yourself staring more than once, your hands dusted with flour as you pretended to be busy with your goods.
The first time he approached your stall, he was grinning from ear to ear, his broad shoulders nearly blocking out the sunlight.
“Wow, that smells incredible,” he’d said, leaning in to inspect your display.
You’d smiled nervously, brushing off a bit of flour from your apron.
“Thanks. Anything catch your eye?”
“All of it,” he said with a chuckle. “I’ve got a bit of a sweet tooth, y’know. What d’you recommend?”
That first exchange turned into many. Wrecker became a regular at your stall, always stopping by to buy something and chat. Sometimes, he’d stay longer than necessary, munching on a pastry while leaning casually against your counter.
“Y’know,” he said one day, his mouth half-full of a jogan bun, “you’ve got magic hands to make something this good. Ever thought of teaching someone?”
You’d laughed, shaking your head. “Not sure you’d want to learn—kneading dough isn’t as exciting as whatever you get up to with your brothers.”
He grinned.
“Hey, don’t knock it. Bet I’d be pretty good at it. Got the muscles for it, after all.”
You couldn’t deny the way his easy compliments and lingering glances made your heart race. There was something about the way he looked at you, his warm brown eyes soft and inviting, that made you feel special. But no matter how many times he came by, no matter how often he found reasons to linger, he never asked you out.
And you, a bit shy and unsure, didn’t dare make the first move either. So you stayed in this quiet, unspoken dance of stolen glances and friendly conversations, savoring the moments you got to spend with him and wondering if he felt the same pull.
But you often caught yourself daydreaming about him when you saw him around town or relaxing at the beach, how it would be to be held by him, how easily he could just scoop you up and carry you around, how it would feel to cuddle against his broad chest, how safe and loved you would feel in his arms.
***
The late afternoon sun bathed Pabu in golden hues today, and the warm breeze carried the scent of the sea up into the town. Despite the sun slowly setting, it was still hot, and you started packing up your stall. As always, all your cakes and cookies were sold, but packing up took longer than usual because you were distracted.
You’d caught a glimpse of him earlier—Wrecker, unmistakable, towering over the others at the bustling marketplace. His boisterous laugh echoed as he navigated the narrow stalls, his broad shoulders making him stand out no matter where he went.
It was Taungsday market, and he always came to your stall on Taungsday. But today you had almost given up hope. You glanced down at the small box you’d tucked carefully behind the counter. Inside was a meiloorun cookie, Wrecker’s favorite. You’d saved it for him, just in case.
As you started loading the last of your trays into the cart, you heard that familiar laugh. Your heart leapt, and you turned to see him striding toward you, his grin wide as ever.
“Hey!” Wrecker called out, his deep voice carrying easily over the market noise. “Almost thought I’d missed ya!”
You smiled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
“I thought you had, too but I saved something for you.”
His eyes lit up as you reached for the box, handing it to him with a shy smile. “One meiloorun cookie, just for you.”
He took the box, opening it with the excitement of a child.
“Aw, you remembered! Thought I was too late, been busy helpin’ out with the building of the new communal space.You’re the best, y’know that?”
He popped the cookie into his mouth, groaning appreciatively.
“Perfect, as always.”
The compliment made your cheeks warm, and you busied yourself with stacking empty crates to hide your nerves.
“I’m glad you like it.”
Wrecker noticed your cart piled high with boxes and trays.
“Need a hand with all this? Looks like a lot for one person.”
You hesitated for a moment, then decided to take a leap of courage.
“Nothing I can’t handle here, all the boxes are empty, but actually, I was going to ask if you could help me with some heavy lifting later.”
He raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
“Oh yeah? What kinda heavy lifting?”
“Well…” You glanced down, suddenly unsure how to phrase it.
“My house in lower Pabu—it’s finally been rebuilt after the sea surge. I just got the notification that I can move back in a few days ago, I’ve already brought some stuff over but I’ve got some furniture and boxes I can’t manage on my own.”
Wrecker beamed, his broad smile making your nerves melt away.
“Course I’ll help! Wouldn’t leave ya to handle that alone. When d’you need me?”
“Tonight, if you’re free?” you asked, trying not to sound too eager.
“Tonight works,” he said with an enthusiastic nod.
“Tell ya what—I’ll help you load up here, then I’ll get the fish to Hunter real quick and I’ll head over to your place. Deal?”
You couldn’t help but smile at his generosity.
“Deal. Thank you, Wrecker.”
He picked up two of your heaviest boxes like they weighed nothing, his muscles flexing under the strain.
“No big deal,” he said, winking at you. “Anything for my favorite baker.”
***
The small apartment had grown unbearably hot as the afternoon wore on, boxes stacked high against the walls, and the thought of finally spending time alone with Wrecker filled you with a nervous excitement. You smoothed your hands over your tunic, glancing at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time. Any minute now, he’d be here.
You’d been thinking about him all afternoon, replaying your conversation from the market in your head. He’d made you promise to teach him baking once you had your bigger kitchen back, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d been teasing or if he really meant it. The way his grin had softened as he spoke to you, the way his golden eyes held yours just a little too long—it was enough to leave your chest fluttering.
A heavy knock at the door snapped you out of your thoughts, and you scrambled to answer it, heart racing.
When you opened the door, there he was. Wrecker’s broad frame filled the doorway, the last light of the day casting over his shoulders. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt again, and the sight of his muscular arms had you biting the inside of your cheek to keep from staring.
“Hey,” he said, his deep voice warm and cheerful. “You all ready for me to get you movin’?”
You nodded quickly, stepping aside to let him in.
“Yeah, almost everything’s packed. It’s just the big stuff now. Thanks for coming.”
He gave you a lopsided grin, shrugging easily.
“Course. Gotta make sure you’re all set up for bakin’. Besides,” he added, rubbing the back of his neck, “I like being around and helpin’ you out.”
That made your breath catch, and you busied yourself with stacking some smaller boxes to cover your flustered reaction.
“Well, I appreciate it. Especially since the couch is going to be a nightmare to move but it’s the only piece of furniture I could salvage after the surge so I don’t want to give up on it.”
Wrecker chuckled as he surveyed the space. “Couch, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”
As he started lifting boxes onto the heavy-load cart, you found yourself sneaking glances at him. The way his muscles flexed with every movement, the easy way he handled the heaviest loads—it left you a little breathless. When the last box was stacked, all that remained was your old, oversized sofa, with it’s wild mix of colorful cushions, many of which you had made.
“Guess it’s just this beast left,” Wrecker said, turning to you with a playful grin.
“Yeah,” you said, fidgeting with your hands. “I’ve been dreading moving it. It’s so heavy.”
“Ah, not for me,” he said confidently, stepping over to it and giving the armrest an experimental tug. Then he paused, glancing back at you with a sly grin.
“You’ll still teach me bakin’, right? Once you’ve got that big ol’ kitchen?”
His question caught you off guard, and you blinked at him. “You really want me to teach you?”
“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck again, his grin softening. “I think it’d be fun. You’re good at it, and I… y’know, I like watchin’ you do somethin’ you’re good at, spendin’ some time with you.”
Your heart skipped, and you felt your cheeks heat. “I—yeah. I’d like that.”
Wrecker’s grin widened, and he turned back to the couch with renewed enthusiasm.
“Alright, let’s get this thing outta here, then.”
He braced his massive hands under the couch, muscles rippling as he hoisted it up like it weighed nothing. Your jaw dropped slightly, watching the ease with which he maneuvered it toward the door.
“Maker,” you muttered under your breath, eyes trailing over his biceps and broad chest.
Wrecker paused, tilting his head toward you with a crooked grin.
“What’s that? Did you say somethin’?”
You shook your head quickly, heat rising to your cheeks.
“No! Just, uh… impressed, that’s all.”
He turned fully to face you, the couch still balanced effortlessly in his arms, and his grin widened.
“Impressed, huh? ”
Setting the couch down gently, he stepped closer, his golden brown eyes glinting with mischief. He towered over you, his presence filling the room as his grin softened.
“You’re blushin’,” he teased, his voice dropping an octave.
“I am not,” you shot back, though the heat in your cheeks betrayed you.
“You’re cute when you try to deny it,” he murmured, his gaze locking with yours.
Your breath hitched, and for a moment, you forgot all about the move, your world narrowing to the warmth of his smile and the steady confidence in his voice. Wrecker had a way of making you feel seen, you couldn’t tear your gaze away from his soft lips and as he leaned down just slightly, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was thinking the same thing you were.
His gaze didn’t waver as he studied your face, a mix of amusement and something softer in his golden eyes. The room felt impossibly warm, and your heartbeat was echoing loudly in your ears.
“Y’know,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost shy, “I’ve been wantin’ to spend more time with you. Not just like this—helpin’ out and all. But, uh, I didn’t know if you’d want that.”
Your breath caught. “You… really?”
“Yeah,” he admitted, his grin softening into something more tentative.
“I mean, you’re always real nice to me, and Hunter said he thinks you like me but I figured maybe you’d think I’m… too much or somethin’. Big guy like me, not exactly subtle.”
You shook your head quickly, your words tumbling out before you could stop them.
“Wrecker, you’re amazing. You’re sweet and funny, and you’ve been so kind to me. Honestly, I’ve been hoping you’d…” You trailed off, suddenly unsure how to finish.
“Hoping I’d what?” he asked, his voice low and full of curiosity.
You bit your lip, gathering your courage.
“Hoping you’d ask me out.”
Wrecker’s eyes widened slightly before his face broke into a wide, toothy smile that made your knees weak.
“Well, why didn’t ya just say so?”
“I don’t know,” you laughed nervously, “I guess I didn’t want to make things awkward.”
He let out a soft chuckle, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck.
“Awkward? Nah. I like ya, and I’ve been thinkin’ about askin’ ya for a while. Guess I was just nervous too.”
The thought of Wrecker—this towering, confident, wonderful man—being nervous to talk to you was almost too much to believe. You smiled, feeling your chest warm at his words.
“Wrecker…” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah?” His voice was a low rumble now, and the intensity of his gaze made you feel like the only person in the galaxy.
“I guess I’ll have to take the first step, then.” you said softly, meeting his gaze.
Before he could respond, you leaned up on your toes and pressed a quick, tentative kiss to his cheek. His skin was warm, the scar slightly rough under your lips, and you pulled back just enough to gauge his reaction.
Before you could process what was happening, Wrecker leaned down and captured your lips with his. His mouth was warm, firm but gentle, and he tilted his head just enough to deepen the kiss. The world around you disappeared as you melted against him, your hands instinctively reaching up to grasp his broad shoulders.
The kiss quickly turned more heated, his massive hands finding your waist, pulling you flush against his body. You could feel the solid wall of his chest against you, the strength in his arms as he held you close. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip, seeking entry, and you gasped, allowing him to taste you fully.
"Maker," he groaned against your mouth, his voice rough and husky, "feels so good."
Your fingers dug into his shoulders as his hands roamed lower, resting on your hips and pulling you against him in a way that made your knees go weak. His sheer size, the way he enveloped you so completely, had your mind spinning.
"Wrecker," you breathed, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. His golden eyes burned with heat, his lips slightly swollen from the kiss.
You could feel the sheer power in his grip, restrained but ever-present, and it made heat pool low in your belly.
"You alright?" he asked, his voice softer now, concern flickering through the intensity in his gaze.
"Better than alright," you murmured, running your hands over his shoulders, down his chest, marveling at the sheer size and warmth of him. Your fingers trailed lower, brushing over the hard planes of his abdomen, and you felt him shiver under your touch.
"Careful," he said, his tone half-teasing, half-warning.
"You keep doin' that, and I might not be able to stop."
"Maybe I don't want you to," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes darkened, and his grip on your waist tightened slightly.
"You sure about that? Don’t want me to take you out for dinner or somethin’ first?."
You shook your head, your breath catching as his gaze flicked back to your lips.
"I'm sure."
With a growl that sent shivers down your spine, Wrecker kissed you again, harder this time, his hands sliding lower to lift you effortlessly into his arms.
The strength in his grip made your stomach flip as he carried you toward the couch he had just moved and abandoned next to the door, laying you down gently before hovering over you, his hands braced on either side of your head and his massive frame blocking out the rest of the room.
"Tell me if you want me to stop, ya ?" he asked, his voice softer now, his concern evident despite the heat in his gaze.
"Yes," you said without hesitation. The way he said it with so much affection made your pussy throb and you had to press your thighs together for some desperate needed friction.
His grin turned feral, and he leaned down to press another kiss to your lips, this one deeper, hungrier. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve with a reverence that made your heart ache.
"Gonna have to be real careful with you," he murmured against your lips. "Don't wanna break my pretty little thing."
The thought made your core clench, and you arched into him, your hands tangling in his shirt as you pulled him closer. You’d spend too many nights hot and bothered plagued by dreams of him touching you, making you feel good only to wake up feeling needy and empty. Getting yourself off hasn’t helped much, sometimes made things worse, it was him that you wanted. Now that you had him so close to where you wanted him, the last thing you needed was him to be overly careful.
"Don't be too careful," you teased, your voice a mix of need bordering on desperation.
Wrecker chuckled, the sound low and delicious.
"Careful, sweetheart. Keep talkin' like that, and I might forget my own strength."
His kisses trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you gasp. He pulled back briefly, his gaze raking over you with such intensity that you felt like you were being consumed.
"Take this off for me?," he said, tugging at your tunic.
You complied quickly, your fingers trembling as you pulled it over your head. Wrecker's breath hitched as his eyes roved over your bare skin.
"Perfect," he said, his voice reverent.
His hands followed his gaze, calloused fingers brushing over your breasts, your hips, and finally settling on your thighs. He knelt in front of you, his massive frame making you feel even smaller.
"You're gonna let me take my time with you, aren't you?" he asked, his hands sliding up your legs.
"Yes," you breathed. "Please."
"Good girl," he said, and the words sent a shiver down your spine.
Wrecker's hands slipped under the waistband of your shorts, pulling them and your underwear down in one smooth motion. His touch lingered on your thighs, the heat of his palms searing into your skin. He let out a low, appreciative hum as he took in the sight of you.
"You're so pretty, even prettier than I’ve imagined" he said, his voice soft but filled with a hunger that made your cheeks flush.
"Gotta admit, I've been thinkin' about this for a while."
He leaned back, his hands working at the hem of his shirt. When he pulled it over his head, your breath caught in your throat. His broad chest and shoulders were a sight to behold —muscle stacked on muscle, his skin marked with faint scars that only added to his rugged appeal and a dusting of dark hair covered his chest, trailing down in a line that disappeared beneath his waistband.
Your gaze lingered on his powerful arms, his biceps flexing slightly as he tossed the shirt aside. You‘d seen him on the beach but to have him so close was different. You couldn't resist reaching out, your fingers brushing over the hard planes of his chest. His skin was warm, firm beneath your touch, and the contrast between his sheer size and your smaller hand was intoxicating.
"Maker," you murmured, your fingers tracing the line of his pecs and down to his stomach.
"You're incredible."
Wrecker grinned, his golden eyes alight with a mix of pride and amusement.
"You like what you see, huh?"
"Very much," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
You hesitantly let your hand trail through the dusting of soft curly hair and over the big scar that went across his whole chest, that seemed fairly new as it was still raised and had a pinkish glow.
„Had to fight a Dryax to get that, when we rescued ’mega“ he said with a sheepish grin.
His large hand wrapped around yours, guiding it lower, letting you feel the strength in his abdomen and then further to the huge bulge in his pants.
“Look what you’re doin’ to me” he said enjoying the look on your face “but first, I’m goin’ to take real good care of you if you let me”
Your fingers brushed over the thick, firm ridge straining against his pants, and you couldn't stop the shiver that ran through you. He was so wide, the sheer girth of him making your hand feel small as you tried to take in the size of him. The light linen fabric did little to hide the heaviness beneath, and your fingers traced along the outline, marveling at how impossibly thick he felt.
A surge of heat pooled low in your belly, the wetness between your thighs growing as you imagined what it would feel like to have him stretch you open. The weight of his cock, the thickness pressing against your palm, made your pulse race, every nerve in your body thrumming with anticipation. This was even better than your dreams.
Unable to form coherent words you nodded.
Wrecker leaned back over you, his hand cupping your face again while his other slid down your body, giving one of your nipples an experimental pinch and then lower between your thighs. His fingers, thick and calloused, parted your folds with surprising gentleness. He groaned as he found how wet you already were, his thumb brushing over your clit.
"Look at you," he murmured. "So soft, so ready. That's all for me, isn't it?"
"Yes," you gasped, your hips bucking slightly into his hand.
"Thought so," he said, his voice thick with pride.
After a few slow rubs over your clit he slipped one finger inside you, the thickness making you moan. He worked it slowly, his thumb circling your clit in tandem.
"Feel so tight around just one," he murmured, almost to himself. "Gonna have to relax you real good before you’re gonna be able to take all of me, sweetheart."
You whimpered, your hands gripping his shoulders as he added a second finger, stretching you even more. The delicious burn made your toes curl, and you couldn't stop the broken sounds spilling from your lips. You’d have to apologize to your neighbors tomorrow and hopefully not for the last time, but nothing a good cake couldn’t fix.
"Look at you, takin' my fingers so well," Wrecker praised, his thumb pressing down just enough on your clit to send sparks of pleasure through your body. He trailed kisses down your neck until he reached your breasts and let his tongue swirl around your nipples.
"Such a good girl."
"Wrecker," you moaned, your head falling back against the couch.
"That's it," he said, his fingers curling to hit that perfect spot inside you.
"Let me hear you, sweetheart. Don't hold back."
The pressure built quickly, your body arching into his hand as he worked you with a focus that made your head spin. When you finally came, it hit you hard, a wave of pleasure that left you gasping for breath.
Wrecker groaned as your walls pulsed around his fingers, his hand slowing but not stopping as he drew out every bit of your release.
"Beautiful," he said, his voice filled with awe. "You're so beautiful when you come."
He pulled his fingers from you slowly, bringing them to his lips. He sucked them clean, his golden eyes locked on yours as he did. The sight sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, leaving you aching for more.
"And you taste even better than I imagined," he said, his voice a low rumble.
"Wrecker," you said, reaching out for the bulge in his pants, your voice shaky but filled with need. "I want all of you."
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you, his lips claiming yours with a possessiveness that made your heart race.
"Oh, sweetheart," he said against your lips, his voice low and rough. "You'll have all of me. Just hold on tight."
Wrecker leaned back, his massive frame towering over you. He pulled his pants down, his thick, hard length springing free. You couldn't help but gasp at the sheer size of him, your eyes widened in shock as they took him in.
"You okay, sweetheart? We…eh…we don’t have to…you know," Wrecker asked softly, his hand cupping your cheek.
The gentleness in his voice was such a stark contrast to his overwhelming size that it made your heart ache in the best way.
His cock, already fully hard, rested against his stomach, thick and heavy. You couldn't help but stare for a moment longer, your mouth going dry at the sight of him. He was enormous-more than you'd ever taken before-but the challenge sent a fresh pulse of heat through your core.
You slid off the sofa onto your knees right before him.
"What're you doin', sweetheart?" His voice was deep, a little rough, but the warmth in it softened the question.
You didn't answer right away, your hand trailing down to wrap around his shaft. Or at least, as much of it as you could manage-your fingers couldn't even close around him.
Wrecker sucked in a sharp breath at your touch, his head tipping back slightly.
"Maker, you don't have to _"
"I want to," you interrupted, your voice soft but firm.
"I want to make you feel good too, Wrecker."
The golden warmth in his eyes softened even more.
"Alright, sweetheart. But don't push yourself, yeah? Just... take your time."
You nodded and leaned forward, pressing an experimental kiss to his flushed, leaking tip. His cock twitched in your hand, and he groaned low in his throat. Emboldened, you parted your lips, licking gently along the sensitive head before wrapping your mouth around him.
The stretch was intense-almost too much. Your jaw ached immediately, and you could barely take his tip. Even then, it felt like your mouth was impossibly full.
Your tongue swirled tentatively against him as you tried to adjust to his size.
"That's it, just like that," Wrecker murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. He cradled your cheek in his big hand, his thumb brushing softly against your skin.
You bobbed your head slightly, taking him a little deeper. But it was no use. The moment he hit the back of your throat, you gagged, pulling back quickly with a gasping breath. Drool slipped from the corner of your lips, trailing down your chin as you stared up at him apologetically.
"Hey, hey," he said immediately, his thumb wiping away the spit on your face. "You alright?"
You nodded, though your chest still heaved as you caught your breath. But despite your struggles, almost choking on his cock was incredibly hot in a filthy way you hadn‘t know you had in you.
"I'm okay," you rasped, your voice rough. Then, with a small smile, you added,
"You're just so... big, but I like it. A lot."
Wrecker chuckled, the sound low and affectionate.
“You’re not just sayin’ that, right? I don’t wanna hurt you.” he teased gently, though his concern remained clear in his eyes.
“No, really, I like it” you assured him.
"Don't push yourself, sweetheart. Just do what feels good for you."
Determined, you tried again, focusing on his tip and swirling your tongue around the sensitive ridge. Your hand worked his shaft, stroking what you couldn't fit in your mouth, and you tried to relax your throat as you took him deeper.
But it was impossible. He was too thick, too long.
Every time you tried to take more, you felt like you were going to choke. Instead, you focused on his tip, sucking and licking at him while your hand squeezed him firmly at the base.
"That's it," Wrecker groaned, his voice growing rougher. "You're doin' so good, sweetheart. Feels... stars, feels incredible."
His words spurred you on, and you worked him with more determination, drool slipping freely from your lips as you hollowed your cheeks. The taste of him, salty and heady, made your thighs clench together.
"You're somethin' else," he murmured, his big hand smoothing over your hair. "So sweet, so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Maker, you're perfect."
Your cheeks burned at his praise, but the heat only drove you further. You wanted to make him come undone. But as you tried to take him deeper again, you gagged once more, your hands trembling as you pulled back, gasping for air, but the throbbing between your legs betrayed you.
Wrecker's hands were on you in an instant, pulling you up into his arms and cradling you like you weighed nothing.
"That's enough," he said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"Don't push yourself, sweetheart. You're already drivin' me crazy."
"But I didn't-" you started to protest, but Wrecker silenced you with another kiss, this one slow and deep.
"Don't need anything else, sweetheart," he murmured against your lips. "Just you. Always just you."
His hands roamed down to your hips, his strong fingers kneading your skin. You could feel him pressed against your stomach, hot and heavy, and a thrill shot through you at the thought of taking him inside you.
"Let me," you whispered, your fingers trailing down his chest to the line of dark hair that went down over his abs.
"I want you, Wrecker. Please."
His golden eyes darkened, his breath hitching as he studied your face.
"Are you sure?"
You nodded, your lips curving into a small smile.
"I've never been more sure. I want to feel you inside me."
With a low groan, he lifted you effortlessly and carefully placed you on the sofa, lining you up with his cock. The tip nudged against your entrance, and you shivered as the thick head stretched you open. The sensation was overwhelming, but the way he held you, the way he looked at you, made you feel safe.
"Tell me if it's too much," he murmured, his voice soft and steady as he lowered you slowly onto him.
"Don't wanna hurt you, sweetheart."
"I will," you promised, gripping his shoulders for support.
Wrecker eased forward, the thick head of his cock slowly breaching you further. The stretch was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that made you gasp. He froze immediately, his brows furrowing with concern.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.
"Yes," you assured him, your voice breathy. "Just... give me a second."
He nodded, his hands resting on your hips, holding you steady.
"Take your time, sweetheart. No rush."
You took a deep breath, willing yourself to relax around him. After a moment, you nodded, and he pushed in a little more, barely an inch, before stopping again.
"Maker," he groaned, his head falling back as he tried to keep still. "You're so soft and warm. Feels incredible."
You whimpered, the sound making his grip on your hips tighten slightly. "Wrecker, feels so-"
"Tight?" he interrupted with a teasing grin, his voice laced with pride. "Yeah, I know. That's why I'm bein' real careful with ya."
The burning of the stretch was so intense, pleasure mixed with pain but the pleasure was slowly taking over and you couldn't help but whimper softly, your forehead resting against his shoulder.
"You're perfect, it’s okay if you can’t take all of it" he said, kissing you softly.
After a few more moments of slow, shallow movements that didn’t get him further, you looked up at him, determination flickering in your gaze.
"Let me get on top."
His eyes widened slightly.
"You sure? I don't wanna_"
"I'm sure," you said, cutting him off. "I know it’s gonna feel incredible, I can do it. Please."
Wrecker stared at you for a moment before nodding, shifting so he could help you switch positions. You straddled him, your knees pressing into the couch on either side of his massive thighs.
"Alright, sweetheart," he said, his hands settling on your hips.
"Take it slow. You're in control now."
You nodded, your hands braced against his chest as you began to sink down onto him. The angle was better, letting you take him a little more with each inch. His fingers flexed against your hips, his jaw clenching as he held himself back.
"Maker," he groaned, his head falling back against the couch.
"You're takin' me so well. Look at you, sweetheart."
You whimpered, the stretch almost too much, but the heat in his gaze spurred you on.
"So big, but feels so so good," you whined, your nails digging into his chest.
"You're doin' perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with awe. "Just look at how you're takin' me."
You tried to relax around him and let the weight of your body do the work. With a final push, you sank down completely, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he filled you to the hilt. You could feel every inch of him, the sensation overwhelming but so good, unlike anything you had ever felt. You were sure if he hadn‘t made you come already you would have exploded into a thousand pieces then and there.
"Maker," Wrecker groaned, his hands gripping your waist tightly. "You did it. You're takin' all of me, sweetheart. Can't believe it."
You moaned breathlessly, your head falling forward as you tried to catch your breath.
"Told you I could."
He grinned up at you, his golden eyes shining with pride and affection.
"You're amazin'. Absolutely amazin!
You started to move, slow and careful, lifting yourself slightly before sinking back down. Each movement sent shivers of pleasure through both of you, and Wrecker's praise only made it better.
"That's it," he murmured. "You're so good to me, sweetheart. So damn good."
You rolled your hips slowly, letting Wrecker's thick cock stretch and fill you completely with every motion. The intensity of it all-his sheer size, the overwhelming fullness-had you gasping and moaning with each descent. His big hands never left your waist, steadying you as you moved, but he didn't push, letting you set the pace.
"You feel so good, sweetheart," he rasped, his voice low and thick with need. "So tight around me. Maker, it's almost too much."
"It's intense," you admitted, your voice shaky as you braced your hands against his chest for leverage.
"You're so big, Wrecker. It's-" You broke off with a gasp as you sank down again, taking him fully. "Kriff, it's so good."
His golden eyes were fixed on where your bodies joined, his pupils blown wide with lust.
"Look at you, takin' all of me," he murmured, almost in awe. "You're perfect, sweetheart. Absolutely perfect."
You whimpered at his praise, the heat in his gaze sending a rush of pleasure straight to your core. The stretch was so intense, so delicious, that every movement sent sparks of pleasure skittering through your body. But as you started to slow, your thighs burning from the effort, Wrecker chuckled softly, his hands tightening on your hips.
"Let me help you," he said, his voice gentle despite the hunger in his tone.
Before you could protest, he easily lifted you, his strength effortless as he guided your movements. He raised you off of him slightly, then lowered you back down, filling you again and again with his thick cock. The sensation was overwhelming, the way he controlled your movements perfectly timed to hit every sensitive spot inside you.
"Wrecker," you gasped, your fingers digging into his chest as pleasure built inside you.
"That's it, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble.
"Let me take care of you. You're so good for me. Feels so good, havin' you like this."
The rhythm he set was steady but deep, each thrust making you cry out as the intensity grew. His cock stretched you in ways you'd never felt before, every inch of him filling you completely. You couldn't think, couldn't speak, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of him. All you could get out were pathetic whines.
"You're amazin"" he said, his golden eyes locked on yours. "Can't believe you're mine right now."
"Wrecker," you moaned, your voice breaking as the tension inside you reached its peak. "I'm so close-"
"I've got you," he promised, lifting you one more time before slamming you down fully, his cock pressing against your cervix, holding you there as you came undone around him.
Your climax hit hard, for a moment everything was dull before you slammed back into your body clenching around him as waves of pleasure rippled through you.
"Maker," he groaned, his grip on your waist tightening as your release triggered his own. He thrust up into you one last time, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside you.
You collapsed against his chest, your body trembling as you tried to catch your breath. His hands moved to your back, holding you close as his broad chest rose and fell beneath you.
"You okay?" he asked softly, his voice full of concern despite the hoarseness from his release. “Didn’t hurt you?”
You nodded, your cheek pressed to his chest.
"More than okay."
Wrecker shifted slightly, still buried inside you, his warmth filling you completely. He seemed hesitant, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back as he searched for the right words.
"Listen, uh..." He cleared his throat, his deep voice unusually tentative.
"I, uh, I really like ya, don't want this to just be... y'know, a one-time thing."
You lifted your head to look at him, his golden eyes avoiding yours for a moment before he finally met your gaze.
"I've never really had somethin' like this," he admitted, his voice softer now. "Never had the chance durin' the war. But I want it, with you. I don't just wanna fool around. I want... more."
Your heart swelled at his words, the vulnerability in his usually confident demeanor making you fall for him even more. You cupped his face, your thumb brushing over his cheek.
"I want more too," you said softly, your voice filled with sincerity.
Relief washed over his face, and he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you tightly.
"Good," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your lips.
''Cause I'm not lettin' you go now."
He shifted beneath you, his strong arms wrapping around you as he pulled you closer to his chest, his cock slipped out of you and with it a rush of your mixed juices. For a moment, you thought you could stay like this forever. Completely blissed out, safe in his arms, your head resting on his chest and his cum trickling out of you.
Your body already ached in the best way, a dull throb radiating from where he had stretched you like you’ve never had been before. You knew without a doubt that you’d be sore tomorrow—insanely sore—but the thought didn’t bother you in the slightest. If anything, the lingering ache would be a reminder of him, of how perfectly he fit, how full he made you feel. Maker, it was so worth it.
You basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking for a little longer, but then he softly tilted your chin up to make you look at him and chuckled softly.
"As much as I like havin' you on me, sweetheart," he said, his voice still deep and husky from earlier, "we're both a bit of a mess. How about we clean up?"
You hummed in agreement, still half-lost in the warmth of his embrace.
"You mean you don't want to sit here sticky all night?"
He laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest.
"As temptin' as that is, nah. C'mon, I'll help."
Before you could protest, he effortlessly scooped you up, cradling you against his broad chest as he stood. His strength still amazed you, the ease with which he handled you making your cheeks flush.
"You didn't have to carry me," you said, though you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips.
"Maybe I like carryin' you," he replied simply, his golden eyes meeting yours with a fondness that made your stomach flip.
He carried you into the bathroom, setting you down gently before starting the shower. As the water warmed, he turned back to you, his hands sliding up to carefully unclip the claw that held up your hair and set it aside.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his gaze roaming over you with unguarded affection.
You felt your cheeks heat at his words but didn't have time to dwell on it before he stepped under the spray with you, pulling you close again. The warm water cascaded over both of you, washing away the evidence of your earlier passion.
Wrecker's hands were surprisingly gentle as he lathered soap over your skin, taking his time as he worked. He made sure to check in with you, brushing his lips against your temple as he asked,
"This okay, sweetheart?"
"More than okay," you whispered, leaning into his touch.
When you returned the favor, your hands roamed over his muscular chest, tracing the lines of his scars and the soft trail of hair leading down his stomach. You allowed yourself to look at him openly, instead of just stealing glances. His tattoos caught the light, drawing your attention, and you couldn't resist brushing your fingers over one.
"Like what you see?" he teased, his grin widening when you bit your lip and nodded.
"You're gorgeous, Wrecker," you admitted, feeling your heart swell as he leaned down to kiss you, the water cascading over you both.
When you both stepped out of the shower, the cool evening breeze brushed over your damp skin as you padded across the organized rows of neatly labeled boxes that Wrecker had stacked earlier. The faint scent of soap lingered between you, and the soft light in the room made everything feel warm and intimate. You opened a box marked linens and found a towel, wrapping it snugly around yourself before handing another to Wrecker. He grinned, his eyes lingering on you as he rubbed the towel over his broad chest and shoulders, water droplets glistening against his tanned skin.
Digging into another box labeled clothes, you pulled out an oversized shirt and shorts for yourself, slipping them on quickly as Wrecker stood there, still completely at ease in his nudity. His gaze softened as he reached for your hand, pulling you closer.
“You look happy,” he murmured, his thumb brushing along your knuckles.
Your heart fluttered as you tilted your head up, your damp hair sticking to your cheek. Wrecker leaned down, his lips brushing yours in a sweet, lingering kiss. It wasn’t rushed, just full of quiet affection that made your chest ache in the best way. You smiled against his lips, your hands resting lightly on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips.
"So, uh, I’m kinda hungry, I was thinkin'.." he began, his tone a little hesitant, "how'd you feel about dinner? With my family, I mean. We can eat and you can stay with me and then we get you movin’ first thing in the morning?"
Your heart skipped a beat at his words. "Dinner with your family?"
"Yeah," he said, his golden eyes flicking to yours.
"Hunter's probably cookin' the fish me and Cross caught today, and Omega's always wantin' to meet new friends. I think they'd love you. I mean, who wouldn't?"
Your chest filled with warmth, the sincerity in his voice making you smile.
"I'd love to, Wrecker."
His face lit up with the biggest, most genuine smile you'd ever seen, his happiness contagious.
"Really? You mean it?"
You nodded, brushing a hand over his cheek. "Of course."
He let out a laugh, spinning you around once in his excitement before settling you back against his chest.
"You've just made me the happiest man on Pabu," he said, his voice full of joy.