Shrek x Reader 💦😩👊👌🥴

A Shrexy kind of love

You're in the kitchen making dinner with Shrek. It's your first time at his house, and for some reason, he's very protective when it comes to the room at the end of the corridor. "You can go in any room except that one," he says. You don't ask why, because you don't want to make him angry.

He's peeling onions for the meal. You're supposed to be helping out, but you're distracted. You watch Shrek as he works diligently, carefully peeling the onions and dropping them into the pan. There's something cute about it, how relaxed and focused he is. It's strangely domestic, and you never thought you would end up with him as your lover. Your mind starts to wander, and suddenly you're overpowered with desire, because you need him. You want to feel his body on yours, you want to be intimate with him. As you stare at him, you start to blush. You try to get back to cooking and forget about those things you were thinking, but the more you try to forget, the worse (or better) those thoughts become.

You're too far gone, you can't take his eyes off him and his beautiful form. You want him desperately. He glances at you and you look down, pretending you weren't fantasizing about him while you were supposed to be cooking.

He smirks, and you think, oh shit, he's noticed!

He leans in and whispers in your ear, "I'm going to peel those layers of clothes off you tonight like I'm peeling this onion."

That sends shivers down your spine. Your cheeks are burning. You can't stop thinking about what he just said. You can't stop thinking about him.

He pulls you from your thoughts when he says, "I'm going to go to the bathroom. Watch over the food and make sure it doesn't burn, okay?"

"Y-yeah..okay!" You stutter.

He walks out of the kitchen, leaving you a mess. Then, you remember. The room at the end of the corridor. You have to see it. You have to find out why he doesn't want you in there. You begin to walk down the hall, and you reach the door. You grip the knob and turn it. Strange, you think. It's not locked, and it opens right up.

You look around. It's a large room. It's spacious but cozy. Nothing too fancy. It gives off a
man-cave sort of vibe, but it feels comfortable. It feels like home. And in the center, there's a king sized bed. You turn to see a door on one side. A closet, of course. But what's in it? You're about to open it when you have second thoughts. Are you betraying Shrek's trust? Are you disrespecting him?

"What are you doing in my swamp?"

You startle and turn around. It's Shrek.

You start to back away, and you hit the wall. He pins you against it. You struggle in his grip, trying to escape. But he's too strong. Maybe you do want this.

"I'm-I..uh, I was..um-" You're at a loss for words, dammit, all because of Shrek and his stupid, sexy body, and his sexy voice and his—

"What did I tell you would happen when you don't listen?" He smirks.

"When I don't behave, you punish me. I'm bad. I deserve it," tears of frustration begin to form in your eyes, but you don't let them fall.

"That's right. You listen to me. You're mine. I think I'll have to remind you who you belong to," he growls, his voice thick with lust.

"Personally, I don't think I would mind th-" you quip, but you're cut off when he presses his mouth to your neck, his teeth sinking in, sucking. He marks your neck up with love bites, and you let out a soft moan.

"Look at you," he chuckles, "look at how needy you are. We're just getting started and look at how excited you're getting."

You sigh contentedly, but it's not enough. Damn Shrek, he knows exactly how to get you all riled up. You need more.

"You know, you're lucky I'm even doing this. Especially when you went into this room, after I told you not to. You're a bad little whore, and I think you deserve to be punished, hmm?" He hums.

"I'm going to make you beg for it," he tells you.

You gulp.

"Oh, you smell that?" He says casually, changing the subject. "I think the food's ready." He loosens his grip on you and you know it's over. He can't just leave you like that!

"Please, come on, I need you." You plead. No luck.

"I love how you turn into a shaking, panting mess. I completely destroy you. I love how I make you. You look so good like this. I like it so much, I think I'm going to let you stay like that for a bit," he tells you.

He walks out of the room, leaving you in desperate need of his body, just like you knew he would.

Fuck.

"Come on, let's eat!" He calls from down the hall. You make your way out of the room and into the kitchen.

"After dinner?" You ask, hopefully.

"Maybe." He suggests. He loves torturing you, the sick bastard.

You blush at that, and he smirks, satisfied with what he's done to you. You're usually well-kept together, but unfortunately for you, Shrek is the one thing that turns you into a mess. And now with the markings on your neck, when you go to work tomorrow, everyone will know. They'll know that Shrek had to stake his claim over you. They'll figure out what you are. Professional business figure?

More like needy slut.

But Shrek is just so good. And then, all the shame goes away. Because you don't mind.

Because in the end, it's definitely worth it.