Relax (NSFW)

Yondu has to work with a cute bounty hunter and after a nice job, he invites her to his quarters for some one on one. Sexy please!

Soft and fluffy smut

As a general rule, Ravagers didn't tend to work with bounty hunters; too many parties doing the same job and wanting the same things. But it did happen, occasionally.

On this occasion, things went well - exceedingly so. You and Yondu Udonta walked side by side along the extravagant hall towards the man who had set the bounty in the first place. It wasn't the first time you had worked with Yondu, and you knew he liked having you around - he wasn't exactly a subtle man. Even his crew were sick of watching him flirt with you. Not that it bothered you.

It wasn't like you didn't flirt back. And, if you were honest, there had been many nights where something had almost happened. People who didn't know you often presumed you were a couple - and neither of you tended to tell them otherwise.

You looked around the hall, taking it in. You were there to get your money - the asshole that you'd tracked down together was being taken… somewhere - away from you, and that was all you were taking to do with it. Some old feud. Well, it'd be over now.

You gave the rich guy a nod, "Job's done"

"So I saw - and what do I owe you… both"

"10000″ you said.

"5000 each″

Yondu frowned deeply, "No, deal was for 10000 each"

"Not how I remember it"

…

When you got back to Yondu's ship you were grinning. He had an arm around your waist, chuckling away, pleased with himself. So you hadn't got 10000 each, but you hadn't got 5000 either - the bastard tried to rip you both off, so you both walked out of there taking 50000 units with each of you.

All in all, a good day.

You had left a few things in Yondu's ship, guns, ammo and few other bits and pieces. Normally you'd get paid then make your way on, but you had to pick that up first.

Yondu led you through the ship to his quarters, holding the door open for you, "Ya know, ya don't have ta be leavin' in such a hurry" he said, smirking, "Not unless you goin' ta another job ya di'n't bother tellin' me 'bout"

You smiled, "I've not got any other work lined up at the moment, Udonta - are you trying to accuse me of something?"

"Not at all sweetheart, jus' wonderin' why you always runnin' off the second a job's done when ya could take a lil time ta relax"

You rested you hands on you hips, giving him an 'oh really' look, "And what makes you think I'm not going to go and relax by myself"

"Coz ya could do it so much better w' me"

You couldn't keep the smirk from your lips, "Udonta, I don't think what you have in mind would generally be considered as 'relaxing'." You didn't know why you bothered drawing it out, you knew exactly where this was going, and you wanted more than anything for it to get there.

"How d'ya know unless ya try?" he wiggled his eyebrows, smirking as he stepped in closer.

"Oh, I think you're going to have to convince me, Udonta" you smiled slyly, stepping forward to meet him, one hand raised to fall against his chest as you got closer.

"Don't think y'll need much convincing"

"I don't know what you think of me exactly, but that sounded-"

"Didn't mean it like that Sweetheart" he chuckled.

Your hand laid against his chest now, but you hadn't stopped stepping forward, for a second Yondu was confused, then he started to step back, allowing you to guide him backwards. "You better not" you teased, "Now, I really want to relax, I mean it. I'm not up for any rough and tumble Udonta, I just want to lie back and relax, do you understand?"

He tugged his lip between his teeth before answering, "I think I could do that for ya Sweetheart"

The back off his legs collided with the edge of his bed, and you giggled slightly as he lost his balance and fell back onto his butt. With your hands on his shoulders, you leant down and kissed him softly, pulling back as he tried to deepen the kiss.

Ignoring him for a moment, you kicked off your shoes and pulled your jacket off your shoulders, crawling into his bed and sitting back against the headboard. Yondu watched your every move, trying to keep the pleased smile from his lips. He quickly threw off his boots, before crawling up the bed to you. Using one arm to hold himself up, he leant over you. He cupped your cheek and kissed you again, softly, almost sweetly, if the Ravager captain was capable of such things.

But it was just too easy to keep him chasing his prize. You slid down slightly, and wrapped your legs around his torso before flipping him onto his back, sitting on his chest.

The look of surprise on his face made you laugh as you pulled your hair back out of your way. You leant down, hovering over him. With an elbow wither side of his head you kissed again, and softly, Yondu's fingers traced over your sides. You could feel him restraining himself - he wanted to grab at you, to seize you in his grasp and pull you to him. But you had said you wanted to relax, and he was more determined to prove he was capable of that, than he was eager to take you roughly. like he wanted.

The little make out session lasted until his breath was coming in heavy pants, he could barely think straight as you slid your hands under his top and felt the muscular expanse of his chest. He sat up, holding you carefully as he rolled you onto your back. He lay on his side, one leg across your hips, leaning up on his elbow. Quick, expertly placed kisses were planted along your jaw, back to the spot under your ear, then down your neck. You felt like you could melt into bliss between those kisses and the heat that seemed to roll off his body in waves.

Yondu's fingertips found the edge of your top, and he paused for the briefest of moment to ask, "Can I?"

You nodded, your own breath coming heavier now.

He worked the material up and off over your head, not even stopping to stare at your bare chest before continuing to kiss a path from your neck along your shoulder blade.

Your hand had found its way to his side, where it held to the muscles there. A voice in the back of your mind marveled at just how muscular Yondu was. Your other hand was clinging to Yondu's shoulder, pleading him to continue, and not to move away.

Yondu nudged your chin with his nose, hinting at you to put your head back. You did so without any hesitation. A few more kisses were place before he moved, kneeling to straddle your hips, and place himself directly above you. You hummed, delighted at his careful weight on top of you.

You tugged at the hem of his top and it took him all of a half second to sit up and pull it off. You took a second to gaze at the scars across his chest, old and new, big and small. See, that was one of the things you really loved about Yondu, he'd been there, done that - done it all, and seen it all. And he was still up for more. And he could still be soft despite it.

With well practiced skill he unbuttoned your trousers and pulled down the zip, and you raised your hips to let him slide them off, your underwear going alongside them. You sat up, hands immediately on his hips. You wouldn't admit it, but you had spent enough time taking glances at Yondu's… trousers, to figure out how to take them off. There were a few different clasps and buttons and zips, but you managed them, tugging them down and finding that (as you suspected) Yondu wasn't wearing underwear of any kind.

With a little help from him, Yondu's trousers landed on the floor. He lay back over you again, a hand on his waist as he kissed you longingly. You softly moaned against his lips. "Please" you breathed, though you hadn't intended it to slip out.

"Please what?" he sounded as if he was in a dream, his mind so lost in your bodies together.

"I need you, Yondu, now, please"

You caught the tinkle in his eye as you called him by his first name, "Sure thing Sweetheart" a lazy smirk pulled at his lips.

Holding you by your waist, he rolled you together until he was on his back, and you lay on his chest. His big hands grasped your soft thighs, pulling them so that you were kneeling, legs spread far, just above him. With one hand he massaged you thigh, while with the other, his fingers traced your lips.

You bowed your head, your forehead resting under his chin you you breathed in long pants. Your hands held firm to his biceps. You whimpered softly as he pushed just one finger inside you.

"Please, Yondu" you muttered, "please"

"Say it 'gain, baby, say ma name"

"Yondu." You gasped as a second and third finger stretched you open, "Yondu, please"

"Okay, okay, baby, okay" he pulled his fingers out and guided his cock back to your entrance. His fingers hadn't been anywhere near as wide. Once he was sure the tip was inside, his hands moved to your waist, carefully guiding you down to take all of him.

You whimpered, and gasped, and moaned as you were stretched open, repeating his name over and over again like a prayer. Once you were fully seated on his cock you both stilled. You were panting for breath, the feeling inside of you making you want to scream.

"Yondu, please" you whispered again. You moved your head until you could kiss his neck, you teased him there, nipping and sucking darker marks into his blue skin, "please"

He set a slow pace, guiding you all the time. He rolled his hips up into you, and you could feel him holding back. You had said you wanted to be relaxed, he was going to deliver.

He groaned, lowly, loving the feeling of your lips on his neck, and how you squeezed around his cock. He moaned your name. He wasn't going to last much longer. Neither were you.

He gripped you tight as he came, and you couldn't help but dig your nails in as you did too. You both lay there, catching your breath, chest to chest.

A smile grew across you lips, "I didn't think you'd manage it"

He chuckled, "Maybe if you hang 'round more of'en after jobs ya could find out what else I can manage"

You hummed, "I think it's like that, yeah"