It's the Little Things. (Cracker x Mute Reader)

Touch Like Fire

Cracker pushed you against the door as soon as it closed behind you, taking your mouth roughly with his own as he gripped your hips tightly. You gasped at the sudden action and his tongue slipped inside, dominating the kiss immediately. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tugging his hair loose from the sloppy bun he had it in. Once free, the lavender locks fell around his face and draped over his shoulders, making it easy to tangle your hands in.

He broke off from the kiss slowly, nipping and licking your lips as he dragged his hands up under your shirt. He stopped himself at your belly, kneading the skin harshly as he groaned.

"Are you okay with this or should I stop?" He swallowed thickly, hands trembled slightly against your skin.

His touched burned and you wanted more. You pulled him in for another kiss and lead his hands further up to your breasts. He rumbled hungrily against your lips, torturing them with his teeth and tongue. His fingers dug into the fabric of your bra and you drew ragged breaths in response, needing him to touch you more. It had been too long since you were last intimate with him.

You reached for the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, making Cracker growl as you forced him to break off the kiss again. You ignored his protests and arched your back to reach the bra clasp. As soon as it was undone, Cracker pulled it off and pinned your hands above your head.

He nipped at the shell of your ear, puffing hot air against your skin. "I appreciate the help but I'm going to take my time. It's been so long since I touched you."

He kept you pinned with one hand, using the other to delicately run across your torso teasingly while his mouth attacked your neck. His fingers started at the edge of your jeans, ghosting up to your belly, around to one hip and then over to the other. His touch left a trail of fire that burned more the longer he went on. At the same time, he licked along your jaw line and then moving down your neck, using his teeth more and more the further down he went.

You were panting hard, straining your arms under his vice-like grip to no avail. Your body jerked against his, aching for more contact. He simply chuckled approvingly as you struggled, continuing to glide his hand up your body at the same steady pace. A shiver ran down your spine as he traced up the valley of your breasts and then your collarbone before he finally took an erect nipple between his fingers, pinching and rolling it to make you squirm.

"Fuck I missed that face. That turns me on."

You had an idea of what he meant. You felt the heavy blush that decorated your cheeks, eyes hazy with pleasure, jaw slack as small noises bubbled up from your throat. It was obvious how it affected him without having to say it. His erection strained against his jeans and pressed into your thigh. The teasing was doing a number on him too.

His head dipped down to your left breast, taking it between his teeth while he continued to knead and tease your right one with his free hand. He left wet trails and nipped along your skin, grunting each time it made you jerk into his body. His hand left your breast and fought with your pants instead. A few breathy curses left his lips as he focused on trying to unbutton them.

After a few failed attempts, they finally came undone and he pushed them down enough to dip his hand in and squeeze your ass. You threw your head back, fighting the tears that pricked your eyes from the overpowering need for more touch.

Cracker's hand left your jeans and gripped your chin instead, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were filled with lust and he wore a satisfied grin. "Like the way I touch you?" He licked just under your eye, tasting the stray tears. "Cause I like the way you squirm."

He tightened his hold on your wrists and laughed as his hand crept under your panties to your wet womanhood. He played with your entrance, sliding a finger along it slowly, grazing your clit occasionally to see you strain against him. He slipped a digit inside and your breath hitched before coming out ragged. Liking your reaction, he added a second and pumped them in and out steadily, now using the pad of his thumb to massage your sensitive nub.