Just One Date

“Please?”

“No…”

“Please?”

“No, Rumble!”

“Come on, just one!”

Trist clenched her jaw and whirled around, glaring at him like a razorbeak eyeing a wyrm in the dirt. He had been following her like a lost Poro begging her to go out with him before she left Bandle for Demacia for her next mission, protecting some diplomat, which she hated doing by the way. Being the captain was difficult work, and sadly she couldn’t leave everything to Teemo. She glared at him a second longer before letting the breath that she was hold go in a very exasperated huff, turning quite sharply and walking away from him, and sure enough he was likely to follow, his voice grating against her ears like knives against concrete. She pinched the bridge of her nose as she walked, and she could feel his eyes on her, scanning her up and down, which almost made her gag. She didn’t hate Rumble, she dare would say that he was a sweet guy, but he was a bit of a whiny guy, in the hundreds of no’s she had given him, he still would show up on her doorstep with some strange convoluted ideas that he would assume that would get him to go out with her. Everything from showing up with that strange hunk of garbage he named after her, something that she herself always took as his weird form of flattery; to things that even seemed semi sweet in nature like leaving a bouquet of flowers and chocolates at her door, which had been covered in various insects.

	As her continued to beg she smoothed out the wrinkles on her leggings she wore, they were a bit small for her, Poppy had bought them for her birthday a few months ago and she had somehow mixed up her and Lulu’s sizes, thankfully they still fit around the waist, not without squeezing in places that it shouldn’t.	She had worn something long over it, a dress he had gotten when she had to do security details at various dinners and such here in Bandle. It was a white dress that came down to just past her behind, patterned with blue diamonds. Her hair was it’s usual unmanageable mass of white locks, bangs would sometimes invade her vision ut with a quick swipe of her hand they would return to their places. As she walked she could hear him babble on about something, which only made her head ache for the sweet silence and hustle and bustle of the market area of Bandle. She passed by a familiar diner, one she always went to after long days of training with her BT buddies when she first had started and stopped, her fist clenching before turning on him, which made him jump back and put his hands up defense. “Alright, Fine! I’ll go on one, and only ONE date with you Rumble, here, 8 o’ clock tonight. Will that make you happy?” she asked, her tone a mix of frustration and pity, if it were anything to just get him to stop being so pathetic and sad, she would do it. Like she said, she didn’t hate him, he just wasn’t much of his type, she would prefer if that goof Poppy caught hints that she wanted to go out with her, but she wouldn’t force the issue like he would. He just lit up like one of Ziggs’ bombs when she agreed which, she couldn’t lie, made her genuinely smirk at his delight, it was almost cute the way he bounced and babbled out thank you’s promising that she wouldn’t regret giving him a chance. She just rolled her eyes and walked off, brushing off the statements as typical Rumble chatter.

	Later on the night came, and there she stood in the same outfit she had worn earlier that day, looking up and down the busy street, waiting for him to arrive, which only irritated her, all this time he had begged her to go out with him, and the one time she says yes, he’s late. She stared at time piece once again, “Eight Fifteen, come on Rumble, where are you?” she muttered to herself, she couldn’t bring herself to bail all together, at the very least she would get the meal she was hoping to have, then go. Thankfully she spotted a fuzzy Rumble in a nice outfit sprinting with a single rose in hand, once he reached her he tried to apologize, panting and sputtering out broken words, she just placed a finger up at him. “Don’t worry about it, come on.” She commanded, and she even took the rose from him and held it on her own, walking into the Diner as he followed, a bit woozy from running so fast. He heaved and panted all the way to the tale before sitting and finally relaxing. And after the waitress brought out some water for them both which he guzzled down like a yordle lost in Shurima for a week he finally got around to talking.

	“So…yeah, I’m sorry for being so late; there were…complications with something I had been working on.” He said, he wouldn’t in a million years tell her about the…Tristy-bot 2.0 he had been working on, and if the night went well, maybe he could hold off on that production. No use for a sex droid when you could get the real beauty. Tristana just sipped her water and watched him prattle on, something about a project he had been working on, she just wanted to get her food, she had totally forgotten to eat when she had first arrived back in Bandle and once she was here it didn’t take Rumble long to catch wind of her, so she had been dragging him along everywhere she went. Even, regrettably, to where she normally would go to get a little release, something she didn’t really get a chance to get on the road or on the rift. She only smirked at what Rumble would think of her, that every time she came back she paid a visit to the local Brothel to pump some of the women there full of her own natural seed. HE would probably lose his mind, run into the night screaming, leave her alone forever…wait… The idea began cranking around in the deeper parts of her mind, if Rumble’s lifelong sweet heart had a nice thick 6 inch rod between her legs, he would definitely think twice before knocking on her door again. Though, she wouldn’t rub it in his face, he would just find out naturally, if anything, depending on his reaction, she may be the one getting angry. As the waitress came by to take their order, Trist was deep in thought, ordering whatever Rumble had gotten, much to his awestruck delight. What he didn’t realize that she had much more in store than what was a pretty romantic dinner.
She had wished she had a camera when outside of the restaurant she asked if he wanted to come back to her house, his eyes looked like they were going to explode from his skull and his face was a very silly looking perma-smile, as she pretty much had to drag him to her door, by his hand, which only made him worse. As she fished for her keys she could hear him mumble something about being a virgin, which made her laugh suddenly, which she had to quickly silence, she wouldn’t want to hurt his feeling, but honestly that came as no surprise. She opened the door and began to climb the steps to her apartment, once inside she tossed the doggy bag she had gotten onto the table in the kitchenette, and slowly sauntered to where Rumble was sitting on the couch and fell into the softness beside him. He stumbled over his words, his face clearly red from nervousness and embarrassment. Trist found herself to be a bit jittery herself, she actually hadn’t told anyone about this sort of thing yet, she always was the last to change into fatigues in locker rooms and never showered with anyone, so literally no one knew about her…extra bits. She took a deep breath and placed a hand on his thigh, causing him to make a small squeak.

	“Rumble, buddy, before we do this, I need to tell you something really important.” She started, and much to her surprise, he straightened himself out and had a serious look of alertness on his face. He was genuinely ready to hear what she had to say, and even behind his eyes she could see he was ready for rejection, for her to say that she had made a mistake, that she didn’t want this, though she would never do that to him, she may not like him in the same way he liked her, but she wasn’t a bitch, she would have never agreed to any of this if she didn’t know he would be screaming for the exit after he found out about her. “Okay, there is something about me that no one really knows…” she continued, her face starting to color a bit from having to look at him and say this. “Rumble, I’m not like other girls, alright I have…” she trailed off, biting at her lower lip, why was this so hard? All she had to do was say it, she had a dick, a big, blue, monster in her pants. He would never be romantically invested in her again, and she would be free.
“Rumble I have a penis!” She just yelled out, her eyes shut, not wanting to see the horror, disgust, or anger on his face, this whole thing had back fired on her, she thought that she could use something she was ashamed of to push even more people away from her, and for all she knew it worked, that was until she felt a hand…right on her crotch. Her eyes flew open and she reeled back away from the hand a bit, eyes wide and confused when she saw that Rumble seemed to be…turned on at the statement. “D…Dude, are you…okay with that!?” she could only ask in astonishment when his half lidded eyes met hers.

	“Oh that only makes things better.” He said, which made the blush start to spread along her entire face. She sighed a bit, scratching the back of her head, rolling her eyes, well, if she couldn’t get to her favorite brothel, she could do a lot worse than this. “Alright…jeez, just let me get myself together.” She said, her breath a little labored.

	How in the word did she get here, sitting on her couch, leggings down to her ankles while the guy she thought was just some weird nerdy guy who lived near or god know inside the junkyard was stroking her throbbing cock, she had her eyes closed her breath a bit wavering as she could feel his surprisingly soft hands stroke slowly up and down along her member, she cracked open one eye to look down at him, seeing the rather cute look of awe at her size and girth, he looked as if he were under a trance. “You enjoying yourself down there?” she asked mild sarcasm shrouded by her shallow breaths, he looked up, snapping out of his cock driven hypnosis to stammer out that he was, “I…I’ve just never seen one like this…and on you…” he said, leaning in and sticking out his tongue, much to Tristana’s slight worry, once the warm wetness slid up her shaft she let out a groan, her head tossed back, making him look up at her in slight worry, he was surprised at the taste, it wasn’t bad, just different, he could see a clear drop of something beading at the tip which he quickly moved and took the head into his mouth, sucking off what was there making Tristana groan and moan much louder. She was gripping the couch, nails digging into the fabric as he mouth explored her shaft in every way possible, she took another deep breath and started to speak again. “A-Are you just going to …tease it like that?” she asked, making Rumble chuckle a little. “You know me, I’m a Yordle pleaser.” He said before his mouth encased the head and started to slide down the shaft, making the gunner moan in confused delight, she was surely not expecting this outcome, now she was hoping that he didn’t leave. He hands went from the couch to the back of his furry head, pushing him down a bit more, her whines for her entire cock to be swallowed apparent in how she urgently pressed the back of his head. “C-C’mon….go deeper…” she commanded, and with another firm push she let out a gasp of pure bliss when she hit the back of his throat, which made him gasp, his eyes watered a bit, but he would take it for her, as he started to pull up, he could feel her hands pushing him back down, he caught on quickly and stopped any resistance and surely enough she started to take his head back and forth on her own.

	“F-Fuck Rumble…your mouth feels so good!” she cried out, the speed only increasing with each moment she fucked his face, spit and cock slime matted the fur around his lips and nose, he could only barely catch a quick second of air when she pulled him up. He was in heaven, taking the dick of the woman he was madly in love with. Tristana grunted, her eyes scrunching closed as her hips started to pump upwards, the orgasm approaching quicker than she had ever had before, maybe it was the nervousness, the excitement of someone she knew doing this willingly for her, or maybe she actually liked Rumble a bit more that she had first thought. “Oh..man…I’m gonna explode!” she announced, Rumble just hummed out pleasantly, his own cock pitching a dripping tent in his pants, her was practically begging for her load in his throat, gulping so that with each thrust she would be squeezed in farther, massaging the cum out of her. She kept fucking like his face was one of the experienced whores at the brothel, gasping, groaning and whining as she finally gave one last thrust and her cock throbbed once, twice, and began to shoot thick rope after rope of bittersweet spunk into the mechanic’s throat, almost enough to fill a glass, she was so pent up. She held him down against her pelvis, the cum was starting to seep out the sides of his mouth as well as his nose, making him gag and cough, after a few more seconds she released him and his head popped up, gasping for hair and choking on her cum, a sight she hadn’t realized was so hot before, she grabbed him, without giving any warning and smashed her lips to his, her tongue invading his mouth and tasting herself, it was pure ecstasy, which make him melt like butter on a hot day. He moaned like a girl into her mouth, his hands already toying with his now released cock, jerking and squeezing himself. Pulling away she held him by the back of the head, her lips now slick from the mix of saliva and cum, strings of the latter connecting them, she smirked, looking down at his pre dripping cock. “Was that project you were working on that important that you can’t spend the night Rumble?” she asked him, he flushed a bit and shook his head wildly, stammering over his lust drunken words. “N..No way, In fact, I’ll have to make some major modifications to it later on tomorrow…” She just rolled her eyes and stood, her cock starting to stiffen up after the first round as she grabbed his wrist and lead him to her bedroom, shutting the door behind them both.

	Before she could even strip the sweat dampen dress off he was naked and sitting on her bed, she just chuckled and stepped out of the one leg that the tight leggings had occupied, sauntering over to him in her own nude glory. She looked him up and down before placing her hands on her wide hips. “Alright, turn around and bend over the bed…” she commanded, this time with a lustful purr in her tone, which sent delightful shivers up the mechanic’s spine, he quickly did as she asked, turning his self around and bend himself over the bed, his cock pressing against the side of the mattress and dripping onto the comforter. Trist stalked up behind him, after having grabbed a small bottle of lube and flipped the cap open and turned it upside down, the clear gel dripping along the fur surrounded hole, which was tight and pink, almost like a girls would be. “Wow…something tells me you were thinking about this...” she teased, gripping the base of her cock and prodding his entrance with the tip. Rumble just flushed and squirmed a bit from the feeling of her cock pushing against him, making him whine. “D-Don’t say things like that…I had no idea-Ahhh~!” his comment was cut through with a shrill girly moan when her cock finally penetrated him, stretching out his ass to fit her thick cock. She held him in place, her hands gripping at his surprisingly wide hips, as she let him get used to the feeling before moving again, she listened to his grunts and whines, the sounds only fueling her lustful fire, she waited a few more seconds then slowly bend over him her lips at his ear as she whispered. “Are you ready?” she asked, he just let out another lovely moan which made her cock throb in need, she pushed her hips forwards until her entire rod was buried deep into his ass, and only then sis she start to grind her hips in a circular motion, getting the feel for his inner walls that clenched and squeezed on her in what she only assumed was a panicked lust for more, in which she gave him, pulling back slightly she began to thrust, the feeling of his ass clenching around her making her go up on the tips of her toes as she started to pick up the pace. He let out moan after moan each time her pelvis pumped against his ass, biting his lower lip as her cock pressed against his pleasure button over and over, he had already cum just when she had started, not it was just a blissful torture. Trist was panting, a line of drool at the corner of her mouth when she straightened up and started to really pound him.

	“Mmff...Take it, it’s what you’ve always wanted…right?” she teased as she fucked him raw, her cock twitching and throbbing with each delightful thrust inside, she sped up, the rhythmic slapping of bodies becoming spastic now. She was close, her eyes crossed slightly as she could feel the lovely sensation at the head of her cock. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” she cried before arching and shoving the full length into him and shot out another massive load, which wasn’t uncommon among Yordles, they always came around this much as to ensure breeding was a success. She clenched her jaw, eyes rolling up into her head a little as her nails clawed at his ass as she rode her orgasm to the very end, finally relaxing and falling atop him, not daring to pull out any time soon. Rumble was in a babbling, drooling state of bliss, as cum shoot from his flaccid cock onto the sheets and the floor, his eyes rolled back into his head, tongue lolling out as she starting to nip at parts of his neck and shoulder. “I guess…we can go on…dates more often…” Tristana said, giggling a bit to herself.