NSFW SMUT - White x Red - Don't Stop

Red timidly entered the storage room, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. The dim, pulsating lights bathed the room in an eerie yet strangely comforting glow. White was busy performing his usual checks on the various contraptions scattered around.

Noticing her entrance, White's lips curled into a warm, welcoming smile. "White!" she calls his name excitedly, her feet guiding her towards him almost instinctively. White turned fully, his movements smooth and deliberate, "It's unexpected to see you here, love." Her heart racing, managed a shaky smile. She had always found solace in White's serene presence amidst the chaos that surrounded their interstellar reality. "I... I wanted to see you," she admitted, her voice low but laced with unspoken emotions.

White tilted his head slightly, his eyes scanning her delicate features, searching for the myriad of untold words hiding behind her gaze, but there was a softness that lingered in his gaze when it met hers.

White's fingers gently traced the line of Red's jaw, his touch sending shivers down her spine. His eyes, deep pools of cosmic mystery, searched hers for any hesitations. Finding none, he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a tender, explorative kiss.

Red’s heart raced as his lips met hers. Hesitant at first, her lips began to move in a slow dance with his, a mingling of uncertainty and longing.

He had meant to pull back, to keep this greeting brief as it always had been, but found himself unable to. Red, normally shy and reserved, did not retreat this time. Instead, her arms slid around his neck, deepening the kiss and anchoring him to her.

White's mind swirled with confusion and intrigue. This was not the behavior he'd come to expect from his gentle Red. Breaking the kiss, Red looked up at him, her eyes alight with an unspoken plea, "White, I…," she stopped. A playful smirk curving at the corners of White's lips. His fingers gently tilted her chin upwards, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Red," he began, his voice low and teasing, "that was quite the hello, wasn’t it? Do you desire more than just a simple greeting, I wonder?" Red's heart fluttered erratically within her ribcage, his directness catching her off guard. Her usual demeanor would suggest a shy, stammered 'no' was forthcoming. White, confidently anticipating her typical, bashful refusal, found his smirk widening. But in a bold, impulsive surge, Red locked eyes with him and whispered, "Yes." White's smug expression faltered for a mere second, swiftly replaced by an intrigued glint in his eyes. Her unexpected assertiveness, this sudden bravery, added a thrilling new layer to their already complex dynamic. As their words hung in the air Red timidly rose onto her tiptoes, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, reaching for another sweet connection. White, observing her effort, felt a playful notion flutter through his mind.

How adorable she looked, striving to bridge the substantial height difference between them, her cheeks dusted with a rosy hue. A fleeting thought of withholding the kiss just to watch her blush deepen danced through his mind. But, as he gazed down at her, sincerity and vulnerability reflecting in her eyes, he brushed that playful thought aside.

White leaned down, closing the distance, and gently met her lips with his. The kiss, soft and explorative, spoke volumes more than words ever could. Red, lost in the gentle pressure of his lips against hers, wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers lightly tangling in his soft hair.

White, with his arms securely around her waist, effortlessly lifted Red from the ground, her small stature no match for his alien strength. Instinctively, her legs wound around his hips, their kiss deepening. Her tongue timidly met his, tracing a delicate path along his own, the act bold and quietly desperate. In a playful yet daring act, Red lightly nipped at White’s lower lip, a soft but unmistakable bite. White responded with a low, almost predatory growl, a vibration deep within his chest that sent shivers down her spine.

White's eyes, dark and enigmatic, locked onto hers as he leaned forward, his voice a whisper yet laden with implication, “Tread carefully, love. If you continue down this path, I may not be able to stop myself.” His warning, laced with an undertone of restrained desire, should have served as a caution. Yet, Red, her cheeks aflame and heart beating wildly against her ribs, found herself intrigued, even exhilarated. With a soft, giggly whisper, her reply barely grazed his ear, “Maybe I don’t want you to stop.”

Suddenly White pressed her firmly against the wall, his hands firm yet mindful on her waist. The abruptness of the action, the sudden but controlled display of strength, caused a soft gasp to escape her lips. Red, taken aback instinctively, wrapped around him tighter, her fingers digging into the fabric of his clothing as she clung to him, her body instinctively pressing closer. White leaned toward Red, his lips met the skin of her neck, exploring with gentle kisses. She responded instinctively, her fingers curling into his attire, a soft moan gently echoing in the confined space, just loud enough to be a secret shared between them.

White's lips traveled across Red's neck, each touch deliberate and exploratory. Pulling back just enough to let his words flow, his voice deep and resonant, he murmured, "Every time I taste you, you seem even more intoxicating." Red's breath caught in her throat, feeling the weight of his words and the intensity of his gaze. White leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he continued with a hint of playful menace, "Sometimes, I think I could just devour you." His admission sent a chill down Red's spine, and she could feel the tantalizing dance of danger and desire in the space between them. Red, her voice barely above a whisper yet teeming with boldness, breathed, "Then do it." White’s amused laughter, dark yet somehow comforting, echoed softly in the confined space, his eyes glittering with mischief and affection. "Oh, love," he cooed, "if I did that, I’d have none of you left, and that would be a true tragedy, wouldn’t it?." Red, visibly shaken by his words, found herself caught in a whirlwind of emotions, and it reflected in her eyes, wide and glistening. White, lifting her chin gently with a curled finger, continued, "But," he whispered, a playful smirk forming on his lips, "The hunger I feel for you is overwhelming. It's like a primal instinct, one that pushes me to the very edge. The desire to consume, to claim every inch of you, grows stronger each time." Lowering his head toward her chest, he inhaled deeply, savoring the unique scent that was unequivocally hers, something he found undeniably irresistible. His voice, barely audible, spoke words laced with genuine emotion, "I’d rather keep you, cherish every moment with you, than lose you".

White’s fingers danced slowly down the nape of Red's neck, finding the hem of her pullover. With calculated precision, he lowered it just enough to expose her bare shoulder. His eyes, dark and intense, never left hers as he leaned in. The cold air of the room met the warmth of her skin just moments before his lips did. He licked her skin gently, tasting her once more.

Then, ever so slightly, she felt the press of something sharp – his teeth, grazing her. It wasn’t a bite, not really, more of a gentle nudge, a tease of what could be. Instantly, Red felt a chill shoot through her, goosebumps erupting over her flesh. Her eyes, a mixture of fear and excitement, grew wider, her cheeks awash with a deep blush. With trembling fingers, she reached up, brushing through his soft hair. It was a gesture of trust, of intimacy. She knew the kind of restraint he was exercising, the thin line he walked between his alien nature and his feelings for her.

Feeling the weight of the moment and the cascade of emotions, her voice trembled as she whispered his name, "White..." Sensing her trepidation and her call for connection, White pressed a soft, apologetic kiss to the spot he had just teased, a silent promise that he would never cross the line. Lifting his head, White's eyes found Red’s once again. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her lips, a stark contrast to the intense moment shared seconds ago. Their breaths mingled in the scant space between them, Red's voice barely audible as she whispered, "Can we...go back to my room?" White’s grin returned, playful yet brimming , his response came as a sultry whisper, "Shall I continue my feast there, love?" Her giggles, light and airy, played a pleasant melody in the otherwise silent room. With eyes gleaming with mischief and a quick, sly lick of her lips, she retorted, "No, White. This time, I think I will be the one doing the feasting."

White's demeanor shifted instantly, his voice dripping with dominance as he shot back, "We'll see about that."

….

Red's Room:

Amidst the vastness of space, the gentle luminescence of distant stars bathed Red's room. Their soft radiance streamed through the vast panoramic window, casting long, interweaving shadows across the room.

On the plush carpet below, clothes were strewn haphazardly, a silent testimony to the passion that had preceded. Among the textiles, Red’s cozy sweater and jogging pants found themselves nestled against White’s long-sleeved shirt and trousers. Soft sounds echoed in the quiet room, a delicate balance of vulnerability and strength. Red's occasional, hesitant whimper paired with the deep, protective growl emanating from White.

Drawing her closer, White's fingers traced gentle patterns on Red's back. "Relax," he murmured. Positioned delicately above White, Red shivered, a vibrato of emotions coursing through her veins. As she cautiously lowered herself on his cock, a deep, rumbling growl emanated from White, conjuring a soft whimper from her. Her tight, tender pussy quivered around his wide, pulsating tip. As she lowered herself further, she threw her head back and a desperate moan escaped her lips. "Easy, love, take your time," White whispers. Hidden beneath his calm exterior, a wild, overpowering urge surged within him. He was consumed by the desire to pull her down on his large cock with sudden force, to bridge the gap between them with urgency. He wanted to hear her scream an cry out, b as quickly as the thought emerged, he cast it aside, refocusing on the moment they were sharing.

Red continued riding him, her breath hitching in a sudden gasp as she halted, breathless and eyes wide with an amalgam of emotions. The air between them was charged, yet White maintained his composure, whispering gently, "Remember, there's no rush." Red, her eyes shimmering with a playful yet frustrated glint, retorted with a pout, "Why do you have to be so big in the first place?" Unexpectedly, White burst into hearty laughter, the sound enveloping them in a warm, reassuring embrace, the tension within the room dissipating.

White’s hands found her hips, a sly grin playing across his face as he met her exasperated gaze. "Need some help there?" he asked smugly, his eyes gleaming with mischief and affection. With a hesitant nod, Red gave a meek, "Yes," her voice dripping with anticipation. White, sensitive to her every quiver, gently elevated his hips. Her features contorted, a sharp gasp escaping her as unexpected sensations cascaded through her. White slowly rocked his hips upward, hearing her whine weakly in his hold. Heavy breaths and whimpered moans leave her mouth as he started to fuck her faster. After a while, Red caught her breath, her hands finding stability on White's chest, fingers gently pressing into his skin. As White pressed upwards, Red instinctively countered, pressing down with her hips, finding a fast ebb and flow that harmonized their movements. Soft, subtle moans escaped Red’s lips, as she began to find her own pace.

Amidst their fast, rhythmic movements, White lifted his hand from Red’s hip, reaching up to gently cradle her cheek. His thumb tenderly caressed her skin as he whispered words of affirmation, "You're incredible, love..." Her eyes, reflecting the celestial glow from the cosmic tapestry beyond the window, locked with his, and a soft, vulnerable smile formed on her lips.

As Red increased her pace again, her movements became more confident. "White," she moans loudly, tearing up a little, "I...I think I’m close..." White whispered softly , "Cum for me, girl." He adjusted his own movements, raising his hips in a synchronized rhythm with hers. His voice was tender yet commanding. He was groaning and grunting with each thrust, each time closer and closer to his own fast approaching orgasm. "That’s right." White growled as he felt Red's tender legs begin to shake. When Red finally reach her peak, she started crying and moaning. Her back arched as her pussy started to clench around him. She cried out his name as she dig her nails into his skin while riding out her orgasm. „Good fucking girl!“ He growled at her. With that he suddenly tightened his grip on her hips, refusing to let go. He continued fucking into her without stopping, his unforgiving pace preventing her to come down from the high. Red began to whimper and scream, her whole body quivering under the intensity of White's unwavering grip and actions. "Bear with me," White murmured, his voice a low growl filled with restrained passion. Red could feel the power behind his movements. She responded with a shaky nod. Her moaning was louder than before, desperately clinging to him and waiting for the moment to be claimed fully by him.

White hold her hips even tighter as he came in her with a strained groan, his thrusts were still rough but slowly as his cum was milked out of him. Red leaned down as her walls pulsing around him, a soft moan escaped her lips. White finally coming to a stop looked down at her. Red glanced up at him, her eyes wide and innocent yet tired and exhausted. "Are you alright, love?" he asked, his voice soft. Red simply nods. „That was… amazing…“ A weak smile playing on her lips.