General Grievous X Reader Oneshots

Relax (SMUT)

You and your boyfriend were both in bed, he was laying, you sat. You smiled as you gently stroked his closed eyelids. He had been through so much stress lately, he had mission over mission, you barely saw him in the last few weeks. "I'm so happy you're finally here, Grievous.", you whispered in a quiet voice, running your fingers over his mask. The cyborg made a grunting noise, coughing afterwards, not wanting to speak. He just wanted to enjoy that moment, enjoying your touch were he could still feel it.

As you continued to stroke his eyelids, an idea popped into your head. You moved your hand down to his metalic crotch. Moving your face closer to his, you whispered "Open up to me!" He knew exactly what you meant. His crotch split, showing you a ripped, red, 9 and a half inched cock. You carefully ran your hand over it, earning a gasp and a cough from the cyborg beneath you. After a few gentle strokes, it was already, precome leaking from the tip. You removed your hand for a moment, causing Grievous to groan in protest.

You remembered your first time making love to each other. You remembered how surprised you were when you had his cock in front of your face, and you definitely remembered his reaction when you sucked it. In your presence, he let the mask of the cold hearted jedi killer fall and showed how gentle he could be.

You placed a kiss on his still closed eyelids before your hand returned to his cock. You grabbed it and gave it a hard squeeze, making Grievous groan and cough again. With your slow, steady, but still hard strokes, he wasn't going to last very long, but he didn't care, all he wanted was release. As you squeezed him again, he let out a long loud and rough moan, throwing his metalic head back in pleasure. You moved you other hand to play with the head of his throbbing member, running your finger through his drooling slit, soaking your hand in precum. You started to massage the base, and that was what sent him over the edge. With a loud, echoing roar, he released into your hand, soaking it and the bedsheeds underneath him. After his orgasm ended, you cleaned the mess with a towel, and Grievous hid his cock in his metalic crotch again, coughing in the process. The cyborg let out a long sigh of relief, fully releaxed now.

You hummed a low lullaby, letting your man-killing-cyborg-boyfriend fall into a rare, well deserved sleep in your arms.

(My first SMUT, I hope you like it. I'm also taking requests. Feel free to request something.)