May 2025 Drabble #2

Ganondorf/Link – impregnation kink; modern AU – this is an AU in which Ganondorf is the CEO of a multimillion company and Link is like a handyman for everything. Cowboy on Zelda's farm, law enforcer around the whole county, and kind of Ganondorf's call boy despite standing in the way of his plans to flatten down the forest and Zelda's farm over and over again.

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Ganondorf’s hand shoots out as Link pulls the condom out. He wraps it around the young Hylian’s wrist in a tight, crushing grip. Link’s face twists slightly with the discomfort but other than that, he does not let on how much the massive man’s hand actually must hurt, grinding all the little bones together beneath his thick fingers.

He glances up at Ganondorf with mild curiosity, the shining foil of the condom packaging glinting between his fingers. His cock is already out, flushed pink and eager. Just like Ganondorf likes it. Why would he stop him, then?

The other is ranging over him, blotting out the light of his no-doubt immensely expensive desk lamp. His thick brows are pulled together. He looks displeased with Link but he doesn’t quite know why. Link hasn’t been in his office long enough to warrant any bad blood.

“Leave it off,” Ganondorf grunts roughly. “You will pull out before you shoot your load.”

Link frowns and Ganondorf’s expression becomes darker and more tumultuous. He would look a lot more intimidating if his dark skin wasn’t flushed with a furious blush and he wasn’t naked from the waist down. Only his expensive shirt and tie together with his fine suit jacket were still on his body.

Beneath, his pussy was naked and vulnerable, the lips already glistening wet with interest. Link can’t see it with the darkness cast between those massive thighs, but he knows because he’s fingered him just moments earlier.

They stare each other down. After a tense moment or two, Link shrugs his shoulders. Ganondorf lets go of his wrist and he tucks the condom back where it came from: his dirty jeans pocket.

Ganondorf looks pleased, albeit still flushed with embarrassment and eagerness. He doesn’t waste more time crawling onto Link’s lap. Link is sitting in Ganondorf’s immensely expensive chair but only because the million dollar CEO has unceremoniously pushed him in.

It’s a tight fit with the two of them despite the furniture all having been designed with Ganondorf’s impressive stature in mind, but he makes it work; squeezes Link’s skinny hips between his knees and hovers his dripping pussy above his cock. Link helpfully curls his fingers around the base and holds himself upright for the big man to sit down on.

Ganondorf exhales roughly, half of a little self-satisfied laugh hidden in there. His chin is against his collar bones, staring down his torso – covered in an exquisite suit – to watch Link’s dick underneath him.

“You will pull out,” he tells him again. It sounds absent-minded. All his brain functions already focusing on carefully dragging the sticky seam of his swollen pussy against the crown of Link’s cock.

Link grabs a hold of Ganondorf’s hip with one hand. Not because he thinks he can somehow make him move the way he wants to – he’s too damn massive for that – but because he needs something to hold on to as he gets teased with the unrelenting heat of Ganondorf’s core.

He wonders idly in the back of his mind how to let him know that it’s not on him whether he’ll pull out or not. He’s just curious to see where this is going… and he would be lying if he said that he hadn’t been dreaming about an opportunity to finally cream inside Ganondorf’s tight cunt.