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pairing: smoker x reader; prompt: 11. overstimulation

contains: established relationship, fellatio, handjob, overstimulation, tiny bit of ass play, some foot stuff, ball fondling, sub-ish smoker, he cums in his pants once and also cries a little, some aftercare, fem reader (wears heels and a skirt/dress), smoking mention; word count: 1.8k

author's note: i would do anything for him <3

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it was nighttime on the g-5 battleship, the nightwatch’s voices still rumbling along. darkness shrouded the ship with just a small light from smoker’s office peeking underneath the heavy door. it was quiet, eerily so. silent.

but if someone would press their ear against smoker’s thick wooden office door, you would hear hushed voices and a subdued schlick, schlick, schlick.

from what, you ask?

well, from smoker’s thick cock in your hand, the previous load covering your fingers that were dwarfed by the large man in front of you.

his voice was hoarse, and not just from the copious amounts of cigars he was smoking. “p-please,” he whispered, “i can’t. ‘s too much!”

he was writhing in your hold, the seastone cuffs in full effect and weakening him. if it weren't for those, he would easily overpower you.

“you’re,” he gasped, squirming as your thumb pressed against the underside of his flushed tip, “you’re gon' – ngh – gonna regret this.”

“hey, you asked me to help you relax,” you mused, slightly tightening your grip around his length. the wet sounds had your thighs clenching, your own slick covering the inside of your stocking-covered thighs.

you leaned forward, your heels digging into your bottom, giving his swollen tip a few kitten licks.

to think that it started so tame. he called you after another successful raid on a captured village, the pirates bound and gagged on the bottom of the ship. he sounded stressed, talking through gritted teeth, asking you to see him in his office after dinner. you knew that he needed some stress relief, have you at his mercy. your lover imagined more of a massage to loosen his tense muscles. or maybe have you do all the work and ride him into oblivion.

what he didn't imagine when he walked into his office was you sitting on his large desk scattered with paperwork, revealing yourself underneath your already skimpy skirt. you weren't wearing any underwear, your slick threatening to drip down onto his reports. his mouth watered, spit dampening the filter of his cigars. he was ready to get on his knees to bury his face between your thighs until you were begging for him to fuck you but you tutted. pointing to his chair, you gave him a smirk while watching him trot over, the corners of his mouth pulling into a disdainful frown.

“don't make that face, love. i’ll make you feel good. don't you trust me?” you taunted, jumping from his desk and stepping behind him. the clank of your heels was muffled by the carpet as your hands slid under his jacket, slipping the heavy fabric off. his responsibilities were to be set aside, at least for now.

you kneaded his burly shoulders, relishing in the satisfied groans of your lover, ignoring the sting in your eyes from the smoke. he threw his head back, his eyes closing in relief. your hands worked around smoker’s shoulders, the back of his neck, even his chest a little before sliding down his arms innocently.

only when he heard a faint click and his body turned to jelly, smoker realized what predicament he was in. he tried to fight against the cuffs but even his strong frame was no match to the seastone cuffs around his wrists.

“w-what. . . is this?” he panted, looking at you circling his office chair to sit on his desk again. you crossed your legs, a quiet hum leaving your lips.

“i want you to relax, my dearest. you've worked so hard today and it got me all hot and bothered and i wanna show my appreciation for all your hard work,” you mused. your heel-clad foot started hiking up his thigh, your eyes zeroing in on his groin, where his barely concealed cock started twitching pathetically. you knew he was already leaking, a wet patch forming in his underwear.

even if he wouldn't admit it out loud but he loved when you were more dominant, loved relinquishing his power to you.

the ball of your foot reached his length, slowly applying pressure and he let out a delicious deep groan. his teeth were leaving indents on his cigars, jaw threatening to close and bite them clean through. you leaned forward to pluck them out of his mouth, partly because you didn't want him to swallow the tobacco but also to hear those beautiful wanton noises only you could coerce out of this hunk of a man.

his hips had a mind of their own, grinding weakly against your shoe and shamelessly using the friction to get himself off. his moans turned to whimpers, his hazy eyes on you as you watched him chase his orgasm with a wicked smile. he didn't know that this was only the beginning of your devious plan to help him wind down.

it didn't take all too long before his logical brain turned to mush from the slightly shameful pleasure he was feeling from only your high heeled shoe. the heel was pressing against his full balls so deliciously. it was only a matter of a few more thrusts that he made a complete mess in his underwear. a guttural groan left smoker’s chapped lips, his hips slowing down to ride out his high.

once he was still again, his chest still heaving and a beautiful flush spreading across his skin, you slowly made your way onto your knees. your hands slid up his thighs and he let out a weak smile. “not done yet, huh?” he panted, trying to compose himself.

you grinned, saliva gathering in your mouth at the prospect of what's hidden underneath his pants and underwear. “never,” you murmured, nuzzling your face into his groin and eliciting a quiet moan out of the man above you. “told you i wanna show my appreciation and help you truly relax.”

hooking your fingers underneath the waistbands, you pulled down his garments in one go. gasping at his flushed, half hard cock that slapped his abdomen and left a trail of cum in its wake. your hand immediately latched onto it, giving it a few tentative strokes as you watched smoker bite his lip with a whimper. his hips bucked weakly, his pubes glinting with his spend.

you raised your eyebrows, silently asking to continue and your lover just gave an enthusiastic nod, not wanting to miss out on all the pleasure you were to give him. and so here you were.

his mind started to become fuzzy as your hand picked up its pace, the remnants of his previous orgasm acting as lube. his hips gyrated, not knowing whether to run from the pleasure or towards it. the sounds coming from both his groin and his mouth were filthy, expletives leaving his lips as white hot pleasure coursed through his veins. smoker was cumming faster than he could part his lips to speak, hot ropes of cum covering your fingers.

“oh my, smoker, couldn't even warn me first?” you teased, sticking out your tongue to attempt cleaning up his mess. the burly man above you just let out a weak moan, eyes hazy as he watched you engulf his tip, flushed an angry red. “f-fuuuck,” he whined, fighting against his restraints to no avail.

you circled your tongue around his engorged tip, feeling the drips of his pre-cum coat your tastebuds. your other hand reached up to gently cup his sensitive balls, applying soft pressure as you felt them tighten. his leaking cock twitched in your mouth, his noises picking up in frequency. telltale signs that smoker was about to cum again.

he thrashed in your hold, his muscles weak from the seastone confining him. he couldn't defend himself from the onslaught of pleasure even if he tried. it was borderline painful, tears started pricking in his eyes that he quickly blinked away. you had never pushed him to this point before but he couldn't deny that he loved it.

you hollowed your cheeks around him, the saliva dripping from your mouth acting as lube for your hand. the hand that was fondling his balls slid down between his cheeks unnoticed, his hips bucking up into your face. “fuck, fuck – i can’t,” he exclaimed, head whipping left and right with his eyes screwed shut.

you hummed around him, encouraging him with your tongue pressing into his slit. using your spit and his cum as lubricant, you gently circled your finger around his puckered hole, slowly sliding it in. he was too fucked out to even notice that you were pushing his own boundaries. that was, until he let out a shout that was probably heard by all of his marines. the pad of your finger gently pressed upward against his (until now) untouched prostate.

that was the final straw for him and he orgasmed, although weakly compared to the other ones. tensing up, you stimulated him until he started kicking his legs and begged for you to give him a break.

you slowly pulled out your finger, let his cock go with a lewd ‘pop’ and made sure he watched you with his hazy eyes as you swallowed his seed. his spent cock twitched pathetically while his chest heaved and tears were drying on his cheeks.

“fully relaxed now, admiral?” you grinned as he nodded weakly, leaning over to take some tissues out of the drawer. (he kept them there for late nights when he was working on ‘paperwork’.) you gently cleaned off his now soft dick, his balls and lower abdomen, getting a fresh tissue to wipe your face.

he panted heavily, blinking away the fresh tears that were forming. smoker, the big buff scary admiral, was crying at your hands. you slowly got up, your legs wobbly and feet numb. you fished the key out of your jacket and undid his cuffs.

your lover stretched his wrists, his body still reeling from the mindblowing orgasms paired with the cuffs. his chest was still heaving and you sat on his lap, gently wiping his face with the tissues. “thank you,” he murmured, burying his face in your neck and leaving a trail of sweet kisses. you replied, “anytime,” before letting out a squeal as smoker hooked his arm under your legs and stood up. his legs were still weak and wobbly, you were scared you were gonna topple over.

but smoker, in all his muscular glory, stood strong, grinned proudly and threw you over his shoulder. lighting a new cigar and taking a deep inhale, he shrouded the room in fresh smoke, covering the stench of sex.

“told ya y’r gonna regret it.”

#salem…salem salem salem #HOW DARE YOU WRITE THIS MASTERPIECE?????#GOT ME DROOLING AT THE THOUGHT OF SUBBY SMOKER #i need him i need him i need him #I NEED HIM SO BADLY FUCK #I NEED TO OVERSTIM HIM TO THE POINT OF TEARS #ITLL BE MY LIFE MISSION #FUCK THIS WAS SO HOT

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