you can only mewl while your hole clenches in weak periodic beats around remmick’s dick. wincing when he yanks his wet meat out and slaps your puffed up pussy with it, laughing maniacally while your hole squeezes more helpless juices out in his absence. trying to clench a hold onto something.
“dirty little slut leakin’ a damn puddle all over us. who woulda thought this pussy does more when she’s fucked and filled right.”
“r-rem—remmick please, keep giving it to me, need you to keep me full—“
“greedy hole still wants it even after slobberin’ all over me twice already. christ. alright, you want it so bad, imma make you work for it,” he teases, rutting the lips of your rim with his pudgy tip before sitting back, patting his thighs in an invitation. the wet spot you left is still squished and stained on the sheets beneath. his red glowing eyes dilate just feeling the warmth you squirted, smelling the insatiable want all over you. he knew your time of the month was coming from how fast and willing you’ve bent over for him tonight. sticking your ass out and spreading. definitely ovulating. he knows it’s gonna take a couple more rounds than normal to fill your weeping little hole.
“here. get in this lap, ride all the dick you need, cowgirl.”
and so you did, boy you fucking did. locking him up so he stays put beneath your thighs, scrambling to take his dick and point it back home. remmick is more than impressed with your stamina. keeps his eyes trained on your shiny, fucked out hole while you rut and slip and slide against him before hurrying to sit down and claim him all the way in. he winces when he feels your possessive muscles clench, cute happy bounces while you sigh with relief while his cock fulfills all your horny wishes.
remmick groans a low, animalistic oohhh before swiftly picking up his pack of smokes just to the left of the bed on your nightstand, lazily sticking it in his lips. he can’t even light it immediately from the gushing sensation of your pussy taking him, growling on him, rubbing all your spots with him like he’s the best toy you’ve ever had. once he’s sure he won’t bust prematurely for you, he moans more with the cigarette still tucked in the corner of his lips, and finds the strength to nab the lighter and light the tip, blowing out a relieving puff of smoke while his other hand dances across your lower back, occasionally raising his hips up to surprise you with going even deeper.
remmick blows another cloud of smoke out, hardly keeping up with your bounces while catching his breath. the cigarette just added another hazy buzz, his dirty grin practically stitched to his cheeks while he zoned in on your meek little hole, noisily creaming around him.
“yeah, yeah I know that’s s’right, keep hoppin’. hop on that dick. go on, squirt on me again, wanna watch it happen this time,” he huffs. hissing while your pussy clenches down some more, rounding your hips around and finding more breathtaking angles that have you both howling.
“I’ll cum for you, I’ll make another mess just for you, just for you baby—god, can’t help it when this dick’s so good,” you whine, feeling his length accidentally slip out in the middle of a good thrust. his cock automatically slaps up onto his stomach, riddled in your juices. you whip your head back and stare down, trying to get a grasp on him again without even an ounce of patience left in your body.
“shhh, shhh hunny I got it, I gotcha. I’m puttin’ ‘em back in now, don’t stress that little pussy out. it’s comin’, comin’ right back in. thereee we go. feel that?”
his cigarette is stuck back between his lips while he holds one of your hips, gliding his tip right back in your needy, sopping hole. the sigh of relief you felt turns into another loud moan, sinking all the way back down on him and getting your rhythm back on like nothing in the world could ever interrupt you again.
“that’s it little bunny, little bunny needs her dick, hmm?”
“mmmhmmm.”
“oh I know that’s right, look at her, look at her go.”
he marvels at your speed winding up, watching you sink back down and pump back up, filling yourself over and over again with his cock balls deep, little splashes coating his thighs and your inner lips during the ride.
he blows more smoke out, so distracted he almost forgets it’s still lit. “so proud of you angel, little pussy’s gotten so good. you gonna gimme what I want? you gonna squirt a pretty little flood? c’mon, c’mon you can do it. you got it baby, fuck, fuck, keep bouncin’ little vamp, I’m gonna fuckin’ nut—“
“nut inside me, cum in my pussy, cum in my pussy, my pussy needs it—need my fuel, I’m gonna cum with you baby, your cock makes me feel so good,” you howl, clenching hard enough to trap him inside before you feel that all too familiar tense grip of both his palms right on your hips, squeezing like you’ll float away if he lets go. he grinds his teeth with a raspy, throaty moan, cigarette barely staying lit while he humps upwards to fully nest himself in.
“mmmm feel this baby, feel it shootin’ inside you, keep fuckin’ yourself on it hunny, yeah.”
remmick takes one last long hit of his smoke, blowing it out in a hurry while he pumps his hips up one last time. his balls felt blue, tightening up before the tingling feeling in his belly overpowers him. he makes a strangled noise that sounds like he got punched in the gut, first squeezing his eyes shut when the first spurt leaves him, scorching hot cum now unstoppably flooding your pussy, your womb. remmick forces his eyes to stay back open, watching with eagle eyed intensity while your pussy keeps hopping up and down on him, his cream oh so subtly making thick milky drips down, adding to more to this fucking mess. he hums so long while you pump him through it, tightening and whimpering while your own orgasm whips you out of it, leaving a hot, sticky wet mess behind and a shy little spurt of more cum right onto him.
“yeahhhh, knew that cunny had it in her. squirtin’ on this dick good. that’s it, that’s fucking it!—mmm slow that pussy down a sec, slow down,” he gasps, feeling the highest extreme of intensity, sensitivity, while his balls helplessly shrivel up again to let out another weak, sorry ass stroke of cum. beads of white sticking to your labia, a disgusting mess that he already wants to stuff his face in.
“darlin’, oh—mmmm you gave it to me good, got me so good this time. cain’t fuckin’ handle that pussy’s greed,” he gasps, halting your hips with desperation so his only his tip stays stuck in. his dick is three shades redder than he’s ever seen, wiped out from all the rounds your pussy took him on.
“alright, alright. tell you what. we clean up, I finish my damn smoke, then I’ll give this dick to ya nice and good again, sound good baby? sound fair?”
your mouth has stayed open, stuck in an o-shape while you finally allow him out. sticking your hips up to let his tip leave you, feeling a striking emptiness when his cock left your body. trying not to pout on him, knowing you’ve put him through enough rounds that most people wouldn’t get all month, you lazily agree with a smile, a little pinch of your lip, biting down while wiggling yourself back a little to give him a good show of what he’s done to you.
a stringy, thick glob slowly but surely dribbles down, landing right back down on the base of his dick. remmick’s blood boils just looking at it, reaching up to smack your cheek and spread a lip open just to watch even more fall out.
“five fucking minutes,” he grumbles, taking two deep drags of his smoke again, already feeling the heartbeat in his dick start accelerating up again. “gimme five minutes, then I’m all yours again, baby. I’ll fill that pussy up with s’more nut, all the nut you need,” he promises. snakes just a middle finger over your bulging, ruined clit, swirling a little circle there to soothe you.
“getchu plenty of dick, got plenty to fill my cute ass slut. here, sit down. grind it down on me, just rub. yeah, like that, just like that. good girl. get it hard again, we’ll pick right up where we left off. fuckin’ cleanin’ you up later. mmmmhm.”
. . .
another repost from my old blog I have a lot more to go through
+ him giving you a little peak of his thick hard on poking out of his boxers
+ showing how he’d fuck you if he had you in his lap instead of his fleshlight toy
+ remmick being a horny gooner, dragging the fake pussy lips of his fleshlight down his length
+ he never stops touching himself or humping his hand
+ he loves fucking you good in the front seat, pants mid way down his thighs, drinking up your helpless noises
+ riding remmick’s dick on the couch, dripping all over him down to the cushion
+ fucking your pussy from the back, wet and raw with his cute ginger pubes brushing up against you
+ you’ll make him cum inside quick then just keep torturing him with a smooth creamy ride
+ slutty picture he’d send to show off his heavy balls poking out of his boxers
+ he never pulls out in time, cum still dripping out of your folds and risking it anyway just for pleasure
+ remmick’s the horniest he’s ever been since he first fucked you, needing to feel you pulsing around him again and again
was vel-vet61 trying to get that blog back but otherwise I’ll be on here posting more filth for freaks as always hhhhhh these drove my crazy. if anyone wants I’ll write a hot cute little blurb off any one of these :D
divider by: cafekitsune
word count: 4.4k
synopsis: Getting pulled over on a deserted Blüdhaven backroad was supposed to mean a lecture from your boyfriend. Instead, the uniform stays on, the handcuffs come out, and Officer Grayson decides to handle your speeding habit with some hands-on, deeply punishing "community service."
a/n: Alrighty, first request has officially been written! 🤍
I hope you enjoy, nonnie — the second I received this request I immediately got excited and started working on it nonstop these last few days! It was genuinely such a fun one to write.
Also, before anyone says anything: yes, I know pepper spray is legal in parts of the US but it isn’t legal in Canada, so for the sake of the fic I slightly bent the US laws to match the Canadian ones. Creative liberties were taken.
warnings: MDNI, 18+
There was one thing anyone who knew you could agree on: you loved to drive a little too fast. In fact, that heavy right foot of yours was the exact reason you met your boyfriend, Dick. He had pulled you over for speeding a little over a year ago. Hoping to flirt your way out of a hefty ticket, you had flashed him a smile and started teasing him—which somehow resulted in you agreeing to go to dinner with him. One thing led to another, and you’ve been inseparable ever since.
However, despite dating an officer of the law, you still couldn't shake the habit of stepping on the gas pedal just a little too hard. You especially loved the winding, rural backroads, where you figured no cops would ever bother to linger.
Until tonight.
The moment the familiar, blinding flash of red and blue lights illuminated your rearview mirror, a sharp curse escaped your lips. Pulling over to the gravel shoulder, your stomach sank. Dick was never going to let you hear the end of this lecture, especially since you were definitely getting a ticket this time.
Sighing, you fished your license and registration out of your visor, waiting for the officer to approach. But the second the figure stepped into the glow of your driver's side window, your eyes widened.
"You asshole," you breathed, a breathless laugh escaping you as you looked up at your boyfriend. "You scared the shit out of me."
Yet, Dick didn't smile. His expression remained completely blank, masked by a cool, detached professionalism that made your stomach do a weird little flip. "License and registration, please."
You scoffed, leaning back in your seat. "Are you serious?"
"Ma'am, I need to see your license and registration," he repeated.
"Dick, come on," you huffed, crossing your arms.
"Ma'am, I won't ask a third time." His voice was entirely devoid of the warmth you usually woke up to.
He looked devastatingly good in his Blüdhaven Police Department uniform—the dark blue fabric was crisp, and his silver badge caught the dimming twilight. His hands rested casually near his utility belt, but his posture was tense.
Grumbling under your breath, you shoved your license and registration through the open window. He took them, his fingers brushing against yours. Usually, that slight contact would prompt a secret squeeze or a wink, but tonight? Nothing. He merely glanced down at the cards, then back up at you.
"Do you know how fast you were going, Miss Y/N?"
"I was going... a little over," you muttered, leaning back into your seat.
"You were doing eighty in a fifty, on a winding backroad with zero streetlights," Dick corrected. His tone dropped into that authoritative cadence he used when he was genuinely unhappy about something. "If a deer had jumped out, or if your tire had caught the gravel on the shoulder, you’d be wrapped around a tree before you could even hit the brakes."
You softened slightly, realizing the sternness wasn't just him playing a part—he was worried about you. You sighed, the annoyance completely draining out of you. "I know. I'm sorry. I just wanted to get home to see you faster."
A tiny, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his stoic facade. But he caught himself, clearing his throat as he stepped back toward his cruiser. "Wait here."
"Oh, come on!" you called out, but he was already walking away, his hips swaying just enough to remind you exactly why you’d agreed to that first dinner date a year ago.
You sat in the quiet cabin of your car, watching him in your rearview mirror as he leaned against the hood of his cruiser, pretending to run your perfectly clean record. The red and blue lights continued to flash, painting the dark interior of your car in rhythmic pulses of colour.
After a gruelling five minutes, he finally walked back. But instead of just handing the documents through the window, he reached down and pulled open your driver's side door.
You blinked up at him, genuinely surprised. "Am I under arrest, Officer?"
"Step out of the vehicle, please," he said. His voice had finally lost that rigid, robotic edge, replaced by something much lower and smoother.
Curious, you unbuckled and stepped out onto the gravel shoulder. The night air was cool, rustling the thick canopy of trees around you. The moment your feet hit the ground, Dick closed the gap between you, crowding you back against the frame of your car.
He didn't hand you a ticket. Instead, he carelessly tossed your license and registration onto the driver's seat, planted his hands on the roof of the car on either side of your head, and leaned in close.
"I’m gonna have to check to ensure you have no weapons on you," he stated flatly. "Turn around. Hands on the roof."
Your eyebrow quirked as you caught the slight, wicked twinkle in his eyes. "Yes, Officer," you murmured, doing exactly as he said.
You felt his large, warm hands slide along your shoulders, tracing down your chest and your sides. His palms traveled lower, sliding over your ass and giving it a firm, possessive squeeze before moving back to the front of your waist, where your keys were hooked to a belt loop. He unclipped the carabiner, raising the keys up to eye level to inspect the small, pink canister attached to the ring.
"Well, well, well. Pepper spray is considered a weapon," he drawled, a smug smile tugging at his lips. "I’m gonna have to arrest you. Hands behind your back."
"Dick, you gave that to me," you stated, looking back at him.
"It’s Officer Grayson to you, and I won’t repeat myself," he ordered, his eyes darkening with playful authority. "Hands behind your back."
You slowly did as you were told. Your eyes widened a fraction as you felt the cold bite of metal around your wrists. The handcuffs clicked shut, the sharp, metallic snap of the mechanism echoing clearly in the quiet night air. You flexed your fingers, testing the tautness of the chain, a genuine laugh bubbling up from your chest.
"Okay, Grayson, you’ve had your fun," you said, glancing over your shoulder at him. "Uncuff me."
You weren’t sure what your boyfriend was trying to prove, but it had been a long day. You were tired, and the patience you had for his little games was starting to dwindle.
But Dick didn't budge. He stepped in close, his solid chest pressing firmly against your back, his warmth instantly cutting through the crisp night air. He leaned down, his lips brushing the sensitive skin right below your ear and sending a sharp shiver down your spine.
"I told you, it’s Officer Grayson," he murmured, his voice a low, raspy purr that went straight to your core. "And I don’t negotiate with dangerous speeders who carry unregistered chemical agents."
"Unregistered? You literally bought it for me on Amazon because you were worried about me walking to my car after dark!"
"Quiet!"
A sharp gasp tore from your throat as you felt his open palm crack against your ass. The sudden sting made your cheeks flush instantly.
"You have the right to remain silent," Dick recited smoothly, his voice dropping into a dark, commanding cadence as he leaned his weight heavily into your back. "You have the right to an attorney. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."
"This is becoming ridiculous," you breathed, a mix of adrenaline and genuine worry fluttering in your chest as you looked around the dark road, slightly panicked that someone might drive by and assume you were actually being arrested.
He didn't answer. Instead, he led you toward the hood of his cruiser, his grip firm on your arm. He spun you around slowly, keeping one large hand flat against your waist to steady you. With your hands bound behind your back, you were forced to lean slightly into his chest, looking up at him through your eyelashes. The flashing red and blue lights of his cruiser danced across his face, highlighting the wicked, playful grin that had finally broken through his professional mask.
You let out a soft sigh. "Are you done having your fun yet?"
"What? I thought you had a thing for a man in a uniform," he teased, leaning down slightly so his chest brushed against yours. "I’m just giving you the full experience."
You raised a brow, refusing to make this easy for him. "And what exactly does this full experience entail, Officer? Am I going to the station?"
"Normally, yes," Dick murmured. "But considering the local jail is a little crowded tonight, I’m thinking we can come to some sort of agreement."
Your eyes narrowed playfully. "What kind of arrangement?"
His grin widened as he stepped even closer, crowding you against the metal of the hood. His hands fell to your waist, the heat of his palms soaking right through your clothes as he leaned down, his voice dropping into a velvety whisper that vibrated right against your ear.
"Well, you see, the paperwork for a reckless driving charge and weapon possession is exhaustive," he drawled, his lips brushing along your jawline. "It’s a beautiful night, and I really don’t want to spend the rest of my shift stuck behind a desk at the precinct. So, I’m willing to exercise some officer discretion and offer you a plea bargain.”
You let out a soft huff, though the feeling of his solid chest pressed against yours was making it increasingly difficult to stay annoyed. “I’m listening,” you managed to say, tilting your head back just an inch to keep his gaze.
"You plead guilty to being completely irresistible, and in exchange, I commute your sentence," Dick murmured, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. The playful, devastatingly charming glint in his gaze was on full display now.
You knew exactly what that meant, and your eyes narrowed further. "And if I reject the plea deal?" you challenged, tilting your chin up defiantly, a small smirk playing on your lips. “What if I want my day in court, Officer?”
Dick’s grin widened, a wicked little spark flaring in his eyes. Before the sarcasm could fully leave your mouth, his hands shifted. In one fluid, shockingly fast motion, he grabbed your waist, spun you around, and bent you clean over the hood of his cruiser.
The sudden change in perspective made the world spin for a split second. ”If you reject it,” he growled, his voice dropping an octave as his heavy weight came down directly over your back, pinning you flush against the car, “I’m forced to exercise my authority and punish you.”
“You are incredibly corrupt, Officer Grayson,” you breathed, your face pressed sideways against the hood, your heart hammering like a trapped bird against your ribs. The metal of the car was cool against your skin where your clothes shifted, a stark and thrilling contrast to the absolute furnace of his body trapping you from behind.
"I’m not corrupt, sweetheart. I’m just highly dedicated to community service," Dick whispered, his voice dropping into a dark, gravelly register that sent an electric jolt straight down your spine.
He leaned even lower, his solid chest flattening your shoulder blades as his mouth found the sensitive juncture where your neck met your shoulder. He nipped lightly at the skin, his teeth grazing just hard enough to make you gasp and arch into the bite, before he immediately soothed the sting with the slow deliberate drag of his tongue.
“Besides,” he murmured against your wet skin, his breath burning hot in the cool night air as his hands left your waist, sliding down the backs of your thighs to anchor you exactly where he wanted you, “you’re the one who chose to break the law in my jurisdiction. And you know what they say about Blüdhaven cops... we're notoriously tough on repeat offenders.”
His large, warm hands traced a slow, steady path down the backs of your thighs before smoothing their way back up to cup the undersides of your cheeks. He gave a firm, possessive squeeze that made a soft, breathless whimper escape your lips. He chuckled, the vibration of it rumbling directly against your spine, thoroughly enjoying the complete control he had over you.
Slowly, his fingers hooked under the waistband of your pants.
The fabric yielded easily under his practiced touch, and you shivered violently as the crisp midnight breeze hit your freshly exposed skin. Dick didn't rush. He took his time, savouring every second of your vulnerability, his thumbs brushing light circles against your hip bones. The rhythmic friction was torturous as he began to slide the fabric down over your hips, exposing you inch by inch to the biting chill of the night air and the blistering heat of his hungry gaze.
“Dick…” you breathed, a volatile mix of adrenaline and desire hitching in your throat as your lower half was stripped bare on the side of the road. “Someone... someone could drive by.”
“Let them look,” he whispered wickedly, though he knew as well as you did that this stretch of backroad was completely abandoned at this hour.
His lips ghosted a path from your shoulder up the column of your neck, hunting for the ultra-sensitive spot beneath your ear. His teeth grazed the tender skin, nipping just hard enough to make you whimper and arch your back, while his knuckles brushed in a feather-light, tormenting stroke against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. The sheer sensory overload made your knees go dangerously weak, your thighs trembling beneath his hands.
“But if you’re worried about the public indecency charge, you better cooperate fully with the arresting officer,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, thick with intent. “Understand?”
He shifted his weight, his muscular thigh sliding between yours from behind. With an unyielding nudge, he forced your legs a little wider apart, bracing your shins against the lower frame and tire of the police car. Your fingers curled tightly behind your back, the links of the handcuffs rattling sharply against one another as your nails dug into your palms, trying to find any semblance of leverage or stability. But with your wrists securely bound, you were completely at his mercy.
“I need an audible answer, civilian,” Dick growled softly. The playful charm was entirely gone now, completely replaced by a raw, primal look that made your blood run hot. He nudged his thigh higher between yours, a deliberate tilt of his pelvis that forced you to feel the rigid, heavy length of his desire straining against his trousers. “Do you understand the terms of your custody?”
“Yes,” you choked out, your voice trembling as his thigh nudged you even further apart, stretching you out and leaving you completely, hopelessly vulnerable to his touch. “Yes, Officer. I understand.”
“Good girl,” he murmured, the praise thick, and laced with a deep satisfaction that settled deep against your skin.
He didn't make you wait. His hand incredibly hot as it cupped you from behind. When his long, calloused fingers slipped between your thighs, finding you already slick and aching for him, a low, ragged sigh escaped his lips. He began to stroke you with maddeningly slow, teasing pressure, his thumb finding your clit and working it in deliberate, steady circles until your breath came in shallow, desperate stutters.
You threw your head back, your hips instinctively bucking against his hand as you sought more of that agonizingly perfect pressure. Above you, the flashing emergency lights of the cruiser danced in dizzying patterns of crimson and sapphire across the windshield, fracturing the night into a blurred, hypnotic trance. Every touch of his fingers felt magnified a thousand times over by the illicit thrill of the open air, the vulnerability of your wrists bound behind you, and the sheer, unyielding dominance of his body pinning you down.
"Ah-ah," Dick chided softly, his grip on your hip tightening just enough to pin you still against the framework of the cruiser. "I didn't give you permission to move."
“Dick, please,” you whimpered, your hips unconsciously bucking back against his hand, begging for a deeper satisfaction.
“Shh, stay still,” he commanded, his teeth catching the lobe of your ear in a sharp, grounding nip that made you gasp. With his free hand, he reached down to unbutton and lower his own trousers, the sound of the zipper cutting through the quiet rustle of the surrounding woods. "Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
You shivered violently, your forehead resting against the cool hood of the car as you tried to catch your breath. "I want you. Please, Dick... Officer Grayson... please."
A low, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest at the title. "Spoken like a true cooperative citizen."
He reached around to his utility belt with one hand, the distinct, sharp sound of tearing foil slicing through the quiet night air. He repositioned himself, the broad, blunt head of his length pressing directly against your aching core. He paused there for one maddening second, letting you feel the sheer size and heat of him, waiting until you let out a needy, fractured cry.
“Look at me,” he whispered, his grip tightening on your hip, anchoring you firmly.
You strained to look over your shoulder, your vision swimming as you caught his gaze. His eyes were completely blown out, his pupils dilated so wide that the vibrant blue of his irises was reduced to a thin ring. There was a hungry possessiveness burning in his stare that made your chest ache with a volatile mixture of deep affection and untamed desire.
With a slow, smooth thrust, Dick drove himself fully inside you.
The sudden, thick fullness tore a loud, uninhibited sob from your throat, the sound immediately swallowed by the vast, empty backroad. The sheer intensity of the entry made your mind go entirely blank. He didn't let you adjust to the stretching heat; he pulled back almost entirely, teasing the edge of your core before burying himself inside you again, deeper this time, his hips crashing against yours with a bruising, relentless force. The car creaked beneath your combined weight, the shocks absorbing the rhythmic, violent momentum of his strokes as he pinned you to the polished surface.
The pace was unbearably slow and punishingly deep. His hips slammed rhythmically against yours, the solid, unyielding weight of his chest pressing you down into the hood of the cruiser with every single thrust. You could feel the metal buttons of his uniform shirt scraping against your bare spine, a harsh friction that contrasted sharply with the blistering heat of his skin.
"God, you feel so good," he groaned, his professional facade completely shattering into a million pieces as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. "So tight. Every single time."
“Fuck, Dick,” you sobbed, your hands twitching uselessly within the metal restraints, your knuckles scraping against his kevlar vest as you tried to find a purchase that didn't exist.
Suddenly, he straightened up. His free hand reached down, his fingers wrapping firmly around the center chain of your handcuffs, and he yanked it back toward his chest. The sudden, sharp tug on the metal sent an electric shock of pure sensation straight through your nervous system. Your back arched violently, your chest lifting completely off the hood of the cruiser as your spine curved into a tight, desperate crescent. The forced position tilted your pelvis upward and drove your hips back even further against him, burying him inside you to the absolute hilt, the bruising depth made you cry out in a breathless mix of shock and pleasure.
"Dick—!"
“Last warning, that’s Officer Grayson to you,” he growled against your ear, his voice dropping into a dark, gravelly register that made your blood run hot.
With his hand firmly gripping the center chain of the cuffs, he held you aloft, completely controlling your posture and rendering you utterly defenceless. You were entirely suspended between the cold metal of the car biting into your thighs and his solid body locking you in from behind. He began to move again, but the rhythm transitioned instantly from slow and deep to fast, punishingly hard thrusts that rocked the entire frame of the police cruiser. The cruiser groaned in protest beneath the force of his thrusts, as it joined the wet, slapping sounds of his skin crashing against yours.
Your breath hitched, the sheer force of his increased tempo rattling your lungs as every hard, frantic plunge sent brilliant sparks behind your closed eyelids. The flashing red and blue strobes overhead sliced through the heavy darkness, illuminating the ragged mist of your breath in the cool midnight air and casting your silhouetted shadows across the deserted tree-line. You couldn't run, you couldn't pull away; you were entirely chained to his dominance, balanced on the edge of his control.
"Dick—please, Officer—" you sobbed, the official title tearing from your throat as your head rolled back helplessly against his shoulder, your strength entirely spent.
He leaned into your arched back, his chest flattening against your shoulder blades as his pace became completely unhinged. The sensation of the restrictive metal biting into your wrists and the unmerciful feeling of him filling you over and over drove you closer to the brink. Dick’s breath came in ragged, burning gasps against your ear, his grip on the handcuffs never wavering as he held you perfectly in place to take every unrelenting inch of him.
"Keep talking like that," he panted, his breath a scorching brand against your neck. He pulled back on the cuffs just a fraction harder, forcing you to take him even deeper as his hips slammed home. "Let me hear how cooperative you are after being such a bad girl and breaking the law.”
"I'm sorry—I'm sorry," you whimpered, though your hips were unconsciously bucking back against him now, completely addicted to the punishingly perfect friction, begging for the release that was clawing at the base of your spine.
"God, you're so responsive," Dick groaned, a fierce, ragged sound catching in his throat as your inner muscles convulsed around him in a series of tight, involuntary tremors. "Look at what you do to me.”
You strained your eyes open, your vision swimming with tears and adrenaline. In the reflection of the glass, illuminated by the rhythmic flashing of the cruiser's lightbar, you could see the silhouette of your own body arched like a bow beneath him, completely undone as his emergency lights painting your skin in flashes of crimson and violet. His uniform shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, his tie askew, the pristine authority of the Blüdhaven Police Department thoroughly corrupted by the sheer, unhinged desperation of his hunger for you. It was an illicit, intoxicating sight that sent a fresh wave of heat and wetness to your core.
He shifted his grip, letting go of the cuffs for a split second only to wrap his massive arm entirely around your waist, pulling you so flush against his chest that there wasn't a single millimetre of space between you. His free hand reached around to the front, his long fingers finding your swollen, slick clit and drawing tight, quick circles that perfectly matched the brutal pace of his hips.
The dual stimulation nearly shattered you. Your vision blurred into a kaleidoscope of red and blue. Your inner walls clamped down around him in tight, frantic spasms, desperately trying to lock him inside you as the pressure in your lower stomach built to a breaking point.
“Please—I’m gonna—I’m close,” you whimpered, your head thrashing against his shoulder.
“Let go,” he commanded against your skin, his thrusts becoming sloppier, more desperate as he neared his own peak. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel it.”
With a final, shattering plunge, you broke. A loud, uninhibited cry tore from your throat as your orgasm hit you in violent, crashing waves, paralyzing your muscles and causing your body to tremble helplessly against him. The tight, rhythmic squeezing of your internal walls tore away the last shred of Dick’s control. He let out a low, guttural roar, his hips driving into you to the absolute hilt one last time as his entire body went rigid. He buried his face in your damp hair, holding you tightly against the hood of the car as his own release tore through him in thick, ropey pulses as he emptied himself inside the condom.
You remained collapsed against the hood, the cool metal a blissful relief against your overheated skin, while Dick held you tightly from behind. His heartbeat was a frantic, comforting thud against your back. For several long, breathless minutes, neither of you moved. The only sounds on the empty backroad were the ragged sound of your chests heaving in unison.
Slowly, carefully, Dick pulled out of you, a soft groan escaping his lips as he stepped back to fix his uniform. The sudden absence of his heat made you shiver against the cool midnight air. You felt the satisfying click of the handcuffs unlocking, and your arms weakly fell forward onto the hood of the car as the metal restraints were slid free.
Before you could even move to pull your clothes up, you felt Dick’s arms wrap tenderly around your waist from behind. He lifted you up effortlessly, turning you around to face him and sitting you on the hood of the cruiser. He carefully helped you pull your pants back up, his large hands surprisingly gentle now, completely devoid of the dominant edge from moments before.
He looked up at you, his blue eyes soft and shining with an undeniable warmth, a crooked, boyish grin finally spreading across his face. His hair was completely messy, and his uniform shirt was wrinkled and slightly unbuttoned, making him look devastatingly handsome in the pulsing red and blue lights.
"So," he murmured, his thumb gently wiping a stray tear of pleasure from your cheek. "Are you going to keep speeding on my watch, or do we need to schedule regular... rehabilitation sessions?"
You let out a weak, breathless laugh, winding your arms weakly around his neck and pulling him close. "I think I might just continue to be a repeat offender, Officer Grayson."
nsfw 18+ warnings: fingering (fem. receiving), tim is whiny bc i said so !
It was an accident the first time that he did it. His fingers had cramped trying to curl just right, and they spasmed inside of you.
The noise that you had let out went right to his dick.
It was some sort of cross between a yelp, a sob, and a moan. A wail? Maybe that was a better word for it. Tim’s fingers spasmed, and you had wailed.
It made his pupils blow wider than they were before and his dick twitch in his sweats. There was already a dark spot of precum smearing across the fabric, leaking through his boxers and right through his sweatpants. The stain was obscene, and he really couldn’t help the way that his hips ground into the side of the mattress with each little noise that left your mouth.
But it also made your hips jerk so violently that you literally removed yourself from all three of his fingers despite Tim’s very well-known protests. It was an accident, really; neither of you wanted it to stop, but it wasn’t your fault that Tim’s fingers managed to do that.
There was a first time for everything, you supposed.
“Babe, I need you to make that noise again,” Tim whined, his face resting on the plush of your thigh, his cheek smushing in a way that just made him sound more pathetic than he already did tonight. He had gone back to lazily pumping just one finger in and out of you; he did it so casually, almost like he was bored. “Like, you have no idea what you just sounded like—holy fuck—I need to hear that again.”
You were splayed open on the bed, fingers twisted up in the sheets, comforter half on the floor, one pillow in the middle of the bed, and the other across the room by the door. There was a thin layer of sweat on your skin, giving you goosebumps when the chilled air kissed your overheated body. And now, Tim decided that his other arm had to hold your hips still, so that there wouldn’t be a repeat of last time.
“Tim, I just—fu-fuck!” you exclaimed when Tim added a second finger without warning, one of your hands migrating from the sheets to his hair, thinking maybe tangling your fingers in it would ground you somehow. He doesn’t respond, only pouts up at you while trying to curl his fingers just so to recreate whatever it was he did that made you sound like that.
Because, yeah, the sound you just made when his two fingers quirked like that was objectively nice, it also made his cock twitch in his pants, but that wasn’t the sound that he was looking for. So Tim pressed his face into the plush of your thigh and let out an exasperated whine.
“T-Tim, can’t you just—holy shit—‘m close, can’t I just—”
He cut you off, but nipping at the sensitive, soft skin on the inside of your thigh. It made you yelp. Again, a nice noise, but not the one he was looking for.
“Babe, I need to hear you do that one more time before you cum, alright?” He acted like that was somehow supposed to be a reassuring statement when he was looking at you like you were some sort of cross between a science magazine and a porno.
Regardless of how he was looking at you, it hadn’t stopped him from grinding into the mattress. You were sure that if you mentioned it, he would flush and try to hide his face as if he were embarrassed. You were sure that he was probably just barely even aware that he was doing it because of how focused on you he was at the moment.
The noises that filled the room were filthy. The wet squelches that filled the room with each thrust of Tim’s fingers were honestly embarrassing. Your pussy was practically drooling on him, making those wet pops and plaps with each new maneuver. If you weren’t so focused on how fucking hot he looked when he tried so hard to concentrate, maybe you would have been embarrassed about the fact that there was a puddle underneath your ass now. Really, you could blame the fact that you had gotten wet enough for it to drip down all the way to your ass and into the sheets on Tim. He was the one smearing it everywhere, angling his wrist and fingers every which way to try and recreate whatever noise it was that he had heard you make thirty-something minutes ago.
Your thighs had been shaking since forever, and the way that your mind had clouded over would be concerning to anyone studying the brain. Tim was chewing on his bottom lip, curling his middle finger while trying to angle his ring finger to the side, looking at your glistening cunt like it held the secrets to the universe.
When the keening noise you made wasn’t “breathy enough,” or at least that’s what he huffed into the crease of your hip, he planted an oh-so-gentle kiss right above your fluttering cunt. You tried to kick your feet out, not because you wanted it to stop, but because everything was just so intense. Your nerves were on fire and being chilled on ice at the same time.
“C’mon, c’mon, babe,” he muttered against your leg impatiently, crooking his fingers in a different, but not “correct” way. “Y’gotta make that noise for me again, please, pleasepleaseplease, you have to—”
And then Tim bullied a third finger into your drenched cunt, curling all three digits until your hips jerk against his arm. It made his eyes light up, as if something had clicked into place.
“Yes! Okay, okay, okay,” he murmured, mostly to himself, all while he did his best to avoid your legs as they involuntarily kicked out at him, the white-hot pit of pleasure in your belly coiling so aggressively it felt like you were suffocating.
Tim dipped his head back between your legs just to lick a thick stripe up your cunt, from where his fingers were all the way up to your throbbing, swollen clit. Then he swirled his tongue around the pulsing bundle of nerves.
You made the noise when you finished. The white-hot pit of pleasure had overflowed and flooded all of your senses with an overwhelming buzz of pleasure, like an army of jackhammers had taken residence under your skin in the best way possible.
Hearing that noise come out of your mouth again, this time, as you came on his fingers, was practically a present from the heavens for Tim. His hips kept rutting against the mattress, desperately, frantically, as you keened and whined and tried to wiggle away from his tongue. All Tim could do was replay that noise in his head over and over with his face and fingers buried as deep in your pussy as he could get them.
He came in his pants with a whine muffled against your hipbone.
It didn’t take Tim very long to lift his head up from your stick skin, and in a shaky, desperate voice, ask, “Again?”
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uhm... i know i said that i would work on my requests but i fear i cannot stop thinking about my bf and how much i miss him and his fingers omfg sue me !
SUMMARY: You and Leon haven’t felt this good in ages, so it’s only natural that you’d go at it like animals.
CONTENT: 18+ mdni ! SMUT. CITY. this shit is pure porn. re9/dilf!leon (he has reading glasses because I said so) and spouse!reader (no age gap!). marathon sex (oh they be fuckin like crazy). mostly piv; oral and fingering; car sex (leon’s porsche mentioned), bathroom/mirror sex; multiple positions (backshots, cowgirl); size kink, dilf kink(?), overstimulation kink (reader cries), maybe slight pain kink (if you squint), praise kink; multiple orgasms, creampies. some fluff and angst (cause they’re so in love); use of pet names; slight re9 spoilers (: they both had raccoon city syndrome and were then cured, and now they’re super horny for each other).
WC: 1.7k (of pure smut babyy)
NOTES: i have no idea what possessed me to write this.
•
You’d lost count of how many orgasms you had within the past twenty-four hours.
It’s not like you were keeping track to begin with. Leon had made it very clear that doing so wasn’t the point. There was no expectation for either of you to keep score.
There was only the expectation to feel it. To enjoy each other as much as possible. As much as your bodies could allow.
The challenge was a delightful one. A kind of excitement neither of you had been able to experience for months. Almost a year, come spring.
At first, that time a part didn’t seem too bad.
A marriage of nearly two decades meant that you had rhythms and routines; patterns that were so very easy to fall into the second you got each other alone.
Before the syndrome had even reared its head, you were near-insatiable. How could you not be?
Having worked alongside each other since The Incident meant that you got to see each other grow. You evolved into better versions of yourselves, and embraced the parts you had always liked.
Being that close, that involved, also taught you both to welcome whatever opportunities you could. Whether that was getting each other off in the bathroom of a lonely rest stop, or in the comfort of your home.
Of course, once those black marks decided to finally make themselves known, your bodies had naturally begun to slow.
Sure, you were both getting older…
Leon now needed prescriptions, and his shoulders had gotten a lot stiffer—though that wasn’t to your surprise really because he’d always had bad posture. But you too had been feeling the effects of age. Your mornings were now spent massaging your sore joints, and chiropractor visits had become a near-weekly occurrence.
All of these things you could navigate, but the syndrome wasn’t as forgiving.
So like with everything else in your shared life, you adapted. With some trials and a few errors, you learned to appreciate each other in new ways, reaching crevices of your relationship you would never known possible.
Through a certain lens, it was actually a rather beautiful thing.
But that didn’t mean you weren’t inexplicably horny.
So when Grace cured you both, after all was said-and-done and DSO had, more or less, cleared you, it didn’t come as a shock that you both had only one thing in mind.
Leon had enough restraint—or decency, depending on how you looked at it—to wait until you were both in the car before doing anything.
But just as you encroached on the outskirts of Raccoon City’s ruins, a large hand found its home on your thigh.
Leon’s grip was firm and warm—a kind of heat that not even thick denim could resist. It had you shifting in place, leaning farther into the leather seat, and subtly trying to spread your legs more.
Eventually his thumb started to trace lazy, albeit soothing circles into the flesh. Then suddenly the button of your jeans had come undone, and your husband’s thick fingers were slipping past the waistband of your underwear in search of your puffy clit.
You don’t think you’ve ever come faster in your life.
With a few more excruciating miles still between you and home, Leon was silent as he moved the Porsche between the congested lanes of the highway. He ended up taking the closest exit (where it even led to, you still don’t know) and drove until he spotted the gravel lot of a small abandoned gas-station.
You were pulling him into the back before he could even unbuckle himself.
You rode him harshly. Sloppy and uneven—not that it mattered in the slightest. With his hands on your face, holding you close as he flexed his thighs beneath you, it didn’t take long for you to come again. And it took even less time for him to spill into you with a breathy grunt.
When you did finally make it home, after what felt like hours, you were practically wrestling him through the front door.
Pressed between the wall and his hard body, Leon took you in the foyer—right next to the shoe-rack, and the small table where you usually kept your keys.
Trying to recall the night before was like listening to a skipping record. Your memory consisted of flashing images, of sounds you hadn’t heard in so long, of ice-blue eyes and the feeling of stubble against your chest.
You certainly remembered the next morning though.
You were awake first. While Leon slept, you took the time to stretch out your spine and massage your aching wrists. At some point, you missed Leon stirring. You missed his soft hum, and the mattress dip.
He was the first to kiss you—a soft peck to your shoulder while he pulled you back into his lap.
“Just wanna rest today,” was his excuse.
It’s what he kept telling you as he rolled you both over, as he sucked at the hollow of your throat, as he took your nipple into his mouth. “We deserve this.”
His hands were everywhere—hooking your legs over his shoulders, sliding up your stomach to your breasts and back down again. Then, with his face inches from your dripping pussy, he searched for your eyes. “Ain’t that right, pretty girl? You deserve this.”
He then pressed a teasing kiss to your mound, and you whined—all high-pitched and pathetic. Leon simply laughed.
“Yeah. My beautiful wife—“ he mouthed at your folds “—deserves whatever she wants.”
Leon ended up pulling a climax or two out of you. Though you’re certain if you hadn’t been the one to set the boundary, to pull him back up your body with promises of returning the favour, he would’ve gladly stayed between your legs the whole day.
It went on like that for hours. From him lapping at your release, to you teasing his annoyingly pretty cock with your throat.
A constant, mind-numbing, breath-taking push-and-pull.
Getting to be with him again meant everything to you. But you had thought that was the end.
Not of your sex-life, but of the reunion.
In your wildest fantasies—those that belonged to a version of you who knew nothing of Elpis—you had envisioned it: physically coming back together. With the threat of death, you’d hoped—desperately wanted—to feel him like that again, if only once more.
And by some insane stroke of luck, your wish came true.
You got what you wanted, and then some.
And you were grateful. Really, you were.
But as Leon pounded you from behind, you were starting to realize that maybe you hadn’t been prepared at all.
You felt good. Really, really good. Fucking amazing, even.
And it was almost too much.
Everything that happened over the course of the weekend was coming to a head.
It was climbing the peak right alongside another orgasm, and you weren’t sure if you could handle the fallout.
Leon slams his hips into yours again.
You nearly collapse onto the sink, eyes rolling back as your toes curl.
With Leon’s relentless cock bullying your walls, you feel a heavy pressure blooming between your hips. Mewling, you push your hips back to meet his thrusts.
“I know, baby, I know.” Leon grunts behind you.
Leon, who you know has been watching you carefully, readjusts his grip then. Wrapping one arm around your shoulders and the other across your hips, he tugs you back into him.
Your jaw goes slack at the new angle. His cock presses deep—deeper in a way that immediately has you squirming.
“Hey, look at me.” Leon’s eyes are blown wide, almost pitch-black. He’s always had an intense stare, but this time it’s lethal.
It takes everything in you to keep your eyes open.
“I love you, you know that?” Your knees buckle. “Seriously. I”—another thrust —“I know I don’t say it—shit—a lot…” he shoves his head into yours with a growl. “But I do. Fuck, I do.”
With his arm—that goddamn bicep that makes your mouth-water and your cunt flutter—Leon reorients your attention back to the mirror. Through half-lidded eyes, you study the hard set of his jaw.
“Look at yourself,” he groans.
You grab onto his arm and squeeze—the only response you can manage at this point that isn’t a sob.
“You’re fuckin’—agh—so fuckin’ beautiful.”
You nod, helpless, feeling your lashes grow heavy with tears.
Your pelvis is screaming from the friction, and your spine feels as if it’s going to snap at any moment.
Everything in you is begging for release.
But you’re selfish, and perhaps, a bit masochistic.
Because Leon—your husband, the love of your life—is purring praise after praise into your ear.
And you’re preening, practically gushing all over your old man.
All you want is to give him every ounce of your attention, of your self, and your arousal. But every thrust makes it harder not to let yourself go.
“Feel you squeezin’ me, baby,” he pants. “So-shit, so tight.”
Tears slip down your cheeks then. You have half a mind to care, but the other half is shameless. Even with how you crane your neck up to him, to meet his eyes, to put yourself on full display for him.
Leon tightens against you—in you. He swallows hard. “D-Does it feel that good? Does—agh—does my cock make my pretty wife wanna cry?”
Your mouth falls open with a babble, and suddenly all the sounds you had been suppressing come out tenfold.
“Ah, fuck.” Leon grits his teeth.
He’s flush against you now. The sheer size of him is overwhelming.
“Want you to make a mess on my cock, baby. C’mon. I—oh, fuck me.” His arms strain, caging you into him even tighter. “Need you to come, pretty girl. Need—shit. Need you to let go f’me. …I got you. I got you.”
When you finally come, Leon falls back into the wall, keeping you still as he works through his own orgasm. He groans and pants in your ear, while you tremble and claw at his arm.
You’re both left a complete mess. Sensitive, unable to speak or move much.
Yet Leon somehow manages to kiss your face again. And you—with the little energy you have left—let out a contented hum, making a point to run a shaky finger along the smooth silver of his wedding band.
your face is buried in the pillows, moans muffled, while enjin is buried deep inside you. he's relentless, unapologetic, as he thrusts inside of you hard and fast, stretches out your weeping pussy till your sobbing.
"feel that good, huh baby?" he teases, pulls his dick right out to the tip before forcing it all the way back in again in one swift movement. and he's chuckling when you just moan and moan into your pillow, can't even form words as his huge cock abuses your hole.
he leans down further, grabs your face, never stops thrusting once, and takes your mouth into his in the sloppiest, wettest kiss. the noises as your tongues roll against each other's and his balls smack against your pussy mix with the sounds of the squelching wetness between your thighs as enjin plows his dick into you, and it's absolutely obscene.
"fucking love this pussy, baby." he moans into your lips, relishing in the feeling of your wet slick coating his dick and his thighs. dripping down unto the sheets.
you're fucked out dumb, can't even respond to him as he pushes you closer to your high, spit running down your chin as you kiss him hard and messy, licking his tongue. he can feel you getting tighter and tighter around him, squelching, and he can see your fucked out face as your eyes roll back into your head.
"that's it, baby." he moans into your ear, nibbles on your earlobe. "that's it, my fucking girl. you gonna squirt for me, baby? get me all wet?"
and you do just that, blinding orgasm ripping through you as you soak enjin's dick and the sheets, tremble and shake as you cum, squeezing all over his cock.
➤ Dick Grayson talking you through sex !! 17+, unprotected p in v (wrap it up or suffer children, chat)
"That's my girl." Dick breathes, pushing into you inch by delicious inch and your thighs shake from the stimulation, Dick had already dragged 2 orgasms from you, you're semi convinced that he prefers fucking you when you're on the brink of tears. Which, he admittedly does.
Your walls stretch around his cock, accommodating to his length and you whine at the dizzying stretch. "Dick, it's too much."
"I know pretty, I know. Just a little more, yeah?" Dick hums, pulling out an inch only to push back in further. His lips brush your fluttering pulse, eyes squeezed shut at the way your cunt clenches around him.
You pant lightly, chest flushed and lip bruised from Dick's kisses. To him, you've never looked prettier. He thinks it everytime, but to him you truly are the prettiest girl he's ever seen. "So good to me, my girl." He murmurs, lips brushing up your throat to your jaw before pressing his lips firmly against yours, and he bottoms out, swallowing your moan.
He waits a solid 5 seconds, letting you adjust to him. The entire time his eyes stay locked on yours, hands on either side of your head as his hips twitch to move and you lock your thighs around his waist, nodding once and gasping when he pulls out almost all the way, before pressing back into you.
Sex with Dick is always intimate, slow and heavy with words you both don't have to say. With him a hero on the streets of Blüdhaven, there was no guarantee of him coming home to you after a patrol or a mission so you both hold sex very dear to you, when you can't say how much you missed one another after weeks away on a mission or even when you feel like words aren't enough to describe the love you both feel for each other.
Your head presses back into the pillows behind your head and Dick takes advantage of your exposed throat to pepper messy kisses along the space, occasionally nipping the flesh and making you sigh at the pleasure.
Dick groans when your nails scrape against his shoulders, dropping his head to your chest as his hips slap against yours in a rhythm that has that familiar knot building in your lower stomach.
"C'mon pretty, can you give me another one? Please?" Dick asks softly, his breaths escaping in quiet pants as his hips grind against yours and you whimper at the pressure threatening to snap, Dick reaches down between your thighs and presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing quick, tight circles against it.
That's all it takes for the dam to burst, your vision goes white and your lips part on a stuttering moan as your back arches as pleasure washes over you in dizzying strokes.
"Good girl, god you're so good to me. My pretty girl." Dick groans, pressing his forehead to yours as he thrusts into you a few more times before his hips stutter and press into yours as thick ropes of cum coat your walls.
You both heave out breaths, coming down from your respective highs and Dick massages his thumb into your hip absentmindedly. Your hands rest on his shoulders as you suck in a deep breath and Dick presses a sweet, soft kiss to your lips, your nose, your cheeks and chin before he rests his lips on your sweaty forehead, closing his eyes and savoring the feeling of being wrapped up in you.
Finally, he rolls over onto his back, tugging you with him. You giggle and place your head to his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat and you run your nails along his abs without thought, this was routine.
"You are perfect." Dick hums, his eyes never leaving your face and you glance up at him with a small smile. Cheeks tilted pink, hair messy and blissed out expression, you were everything Dick counted his lucky stars for.
You were his corner of bliss, his heart, his home, his sanctuary.
a/n - Dick is very sappy after sex I don't make the rules I just follow them.
Dividers by - @.cursed-carmine
c. @.mrbusinessman, 2026. Do not steal, edit or repost my work.
dick grayson is an early riser, and he does his best to let you sleep in, he really does. but when you wear those tiny shorts to bed—the little blue ones that hug your ass just right—he can’t help the stiffness in his boxers that greets him the following morning.
you’re sound asleep in the soft glow that filters in through the window. dick has worked his way between your legs, and he’s almost apologetic that he’s going to disrupt your rest—you look so pretty sprawled out on his bed. but his blue eyes dart down to your shorts, just mere inches from his face, and his remorse dissipates as quickly as it came.
his fingers hook around the gusset and pull the fabric to the side gently, exposing the thin material of your panties. he breathes heavily at the sight, using his thumb to rub your slit in slow strokes until a small wet spot begins to form. dick’s lips quirk into a coy smile when your hips shift involuntarily. so needy, even when she’s asleep. he presses a soft kiss to your clothed clit before tugging your panties aside.
he carefully moves your thighs apart, biting his lip at the sight of your glistening pussy. his eyes are dark with lust and his cheeks feel warm as he buries his face in your cunt, sucking at your clit. he’s gentle at first, mindful not to disturb you, but the wetter you get for him, the harder it becomes to restrain himself.
dick drives his hips into the mattress, his hard cock aching for relief as he laps at you hungrily. he moans against your folds when he feels you start to flutter for him, sleepy moans escaping your lips as your breathing becomes irregular. his fingers sink into the soft flesh of your thighs, locking you in place against his tongue as he pushes you over the edge.
your abdomen starts to contract, and your eyes blink open right as a deep orgasm tumbles out of you. dick smiles against you as you gasp raggedly, your spine arching off the bed as you ride out your release on his tongue. your legs fall limp at his sides, and you stare at the ceiling in a daze for a moment, the world gradually coming into focus.
your gaze trails down between your legs to dick’s smug face, his lips glossy with your slick and his dark hair hanging over his eyebrows, and realisation makes your eyes widen. he crawls his way up to you, his muscles rippling under his weight, until his eyes are level with yours. he makes a point to press his hips into yours, his hard length grazing your slick entrance through his boxers.
“morning,” he smirks, relishing the stunned expression on your face. “sleep well?”
a/n: i back 😛 thank you for choosing martini airlines
a/n . made this in a hurry lol so not proofread. i just really fw enemies to lovers troupe yall and GOD enjin is so fine. i need him sooo bad bro 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 no hate sex sorry im too horny for that
cw . MDNI; enemies to lovers, smoking mentions, more smut than plot, MARATHON SÉX, oral(f rec.) swearing, dirty talking, unprotected sex, SOMNOPHILIA, tummy bulges, creampies, dubcon(?), overśtimulation, mating press and more, pussy drunk, breeding, squirting, big hands=big dick fight me, also enjin just loves your pussy lol
wc . 8.4k
——
seriously. ever since you’ve both met, you guys just blatantly hate each other. exchanging snarky comments every time you cross paths.
“you damn shit-head!” you scoff, crossing your arms and turning to semiu. “why do i have to pair up with this wannabe yakuza old ass man?”
“not like i was dying to see you too, trashy brat.” enjin sucks his teeth.
semiu raises her voice, “enough! you guys can curse each other to death after you’ve defeated the trash beast. you two are the only ones available at the moment, so do your duty.”
even though, you two have always hated each other’s guts, you’ve never been in each other’s way during work. you both don’t speak much while fighting but still cooperate almost perfectly.
but the snarky comments return the moment the trash beast starts disintegrating.
“can’t believe you’re still able to keep up, old man” you look at him over your shoulder. honestly, he doesn’t even look that old but you just like calling him that to piss him off.
he puts one hand on his pocket and another, holding his unbreaker against his shoulder. “huh? were you speaking or a trash beast? oh wait, what even is the difference anyway.” he laughs under his breath, looking down at you.
you grit your teeth “you-!”
he hovers his hand around his ear and bends slightly, “you tryna say something? sorry, can’t hear you from down there.”
well you were definitely shorter than him but it’s his for being built like a damn pole! before you could say anything, the supporters come back with the car.
he’s literally isn’t your type nor you are his’. there was a time when you were both reporting back to semiu and she jokes about you two being lovebirds for always being at each other’s throats.
“hah?!” your face contorts in annoyance.
“who would even like him, he’s not even my type!”
“who would even like her, she’s not even my type!”
you both say it in sync and look at each other. you cross your arms at him, “oh shut up, shit-head.”
“you know, you’re less unlikeable when your trashy mouth is shut.”
you grab his collar and bring his face down to your level. “i would rather be a trash beast’s food than be liked by you!”
semiu just sighs in exasperation and always ends up stopping you two. it really was like a cat and dog relationship when it came to you both.
——
recently, trash beasts started to appear more near the cities. you assumed it was because of the abduction of rudo, along with the other cleaners with him which happened a couple days back.
you, enjin, rudo, zanka and riyo were sent to some deserted location for investigation of the rapid appearances of the trash beasts.
when everyone was observing the place, some while later, everyone started to fall and eventually got separated due to the trembling of the infrastructure.
and lucky you. you got stuck with the person you least wanted to. you desperately try to look around for another presence but it’s only you, him and the rubbles.
you tried not to show the annoyance in your face. enjin hits the floor with the tip of his umbreaker and sucks his teeth. “ugh, how under did we fall?”
you were annoyed. by the situation you’re in. by him. then how did you get into a situation where you’re now stuck in a locker like congested place? well, when you both were desperately trying to find a way out, using your jinkis, the trembling started again. debris falling, you don’t know about him but you definitely got hit and became unconscious.
when you woke up, the ceiling was way too near. weird. you were moving your hand to find your jinki but when you couldn’t feel it anymore, you immediately try to sit up just to get your forehead hit by the ‘ceiling’. then you hear a laugh and that’s when you turn your head towards the noise, lying back again. it’s him.
enjin put his hand over his hand trying to control his laughter. “there’s no way, you’re that dense.”
thats when you start to notice that the ceiling wasn’t too near. you were stuck in what looks like a big locker with no door in sight. you bang at the ceiling desperately. “what the fuck?! where are we?!”
enjin blatantly speaks, putting both his arms under his head. “dunno”
you almost wanted to hit him because of his so carefree demeanour. “where’s your umbreaker?! use it and get us out!”
“so demanding, trashy princess.”
“huh?!”
“i don’t have it with me. think ‘dat lil earthquake got it separated. or maybe the raiders are involved too, which’s why we’re stuck in this now.”
great. both of you don’t have your vital instruments.
you exhale audibly, “how the fuck are you so carefree?!”
he turns his head slightly, with a sarcastic smug face. “you should try it sometimes too, it’s called staying calm.”
just when you were about to reply, he continues. “besides, what’s panicking gon’ do anyways?”
you suck up your anger, because he is right. panicking won’t do anything but drain your energy. you wish you could just punch out of this shitty congested place but unfortunately you weren’t really that physically gifted. without your vital instrument, you actually didn’t have strong strength.
you huff, “my day just couldn’t get any worse. now i’m stuck with a shit-head. i just wanna get out of this place!”
“geez, do you ever shut up?”
you turn at him. “oh i would, if-” suddenly the world moves upside down. well, its obviously the box you’re in which got moved. and because of it, enjin is now on top of you. he uses his arm to support his weight so that you don’t get crushed by his body.
for a moment, you were silent but then you groaned, “fuck, get off me! you-!”
then the world turns upside down again and your bodies shift due to the movement. a roar could be heard outside, probably of a trash beast. you were lying on your chest, your head striked up at the noise.
you didn’t even notice until you heard a grumble beneath you, that this time you were on top of him. his face was buried under your..chest!?
your body jolts and you almost shriek, “you-!” you immediately move, now your face is facing him instead of your.. chest. your eyes squint at him as your body squirms, “you fuckin’ per-!”
but he quickly covers your mouth with one hand and the other resting at your waist, pushing it down against him and to stop your squirming. “shh, y/n.”
and you shut up too. it’s not usual for him to call you by your name unless it’s really serious. he moves his head to the side, trying to observe the sound.
i guess staying silent for a while has its perks too because right now, you’ve come to finally notice alot of his features as you were staring down at him. like how his hands are literally as big as your face, how there is a scar on the side of his head caused by who knows what. he never really talked about it. you realised his other hand placement too, it almost made your body shudder but you kept your cool. looking up close, enjin was actually really attractive, you couldn’t lie.
you also notice the ink on his neck too which continues further but gets hidden by his clothing. now that you think about it, you’ve never seen him shirtless. how far does the tattoo continues? how would he look shirtless?- your thoughts are snapped back when you hear a familiar creaking noise, it was from enjin’s choker.
enjin moves his hand from your mouth to his choker and you hear zanka from the other end.
“wahh!! finally! i was trying so hard to reach you, enjin.”
“have you found the others?”
“well, except y/n. riyo and rudo are with me.”
enjin looks at you for a second before looking away again. “oh, huh. she’s with me.”
“okay but where are you?! we found your vital instruments and got worried that maybe you two..- forget it.”
“we’re actually stuck in some sort of big box?” enjin moves his other hand to bang above.
“wait. do that again. i think i can hear you.”
enjin bangs harder this time and in a few minutes, you both hear all three of them calling out your names. this time you help in banging too and they notice it right away.
“enjin?! y/n?!” zanka shouts.
you both respond, shouting back.
“okay.. move aside, i’ll get you out of there!” zanka starts pointing his stick to that box and proceeds to destroy one side.
and right away too, enjin moves his body to the side along with you. was he.. shielding you? before you can think more, the box breaks and you guys get out of it.
riyo comes to you and asks you if you were alright as you take back your vital instrument from zanka.
you guys immediately get back to the headquarters, wasting no time. during the drive back, everyone start sharing of what happened and that it was a trash beast who had a vital instrument with its core. but you were quiet, only humming and responding in short words. when riyo asks you onto why you were so quiet, you just brushed her off saying you were tired.
but the truth was, you were just replaying what happened between you and enjin in your mind over and over.
after reporting back and freshening up, you were on your way to the cafeteria for dinner. thats when you overhear something coming from the door beside you.
the door was slightly ajar, you were curious so you went ahead and peeked through. it was zanka, enjin and semiu.
“i don’t get it, you could’ve literally just punch that box yourself and get out. why didn’t you?” zanka was standing, confused.
while enjin was on a sofa, leaned back. one arm behind his head and another hand holding his cigarette as he takes a puff. “huh? didn’t feel like it.”
semiu sat on a chair, reading her usual ‘magazines’ “or maybe, it’s because of y/n” she shrugs, her eyes still glued on the paper.
enjin almost chokes, “wha—” then he clears his throat “dunno’ what you’re talkin’ about”
you step back, rewinding whatever you witnessed in your head. he could’ve just gotten you two out but he didn’t? why? because of.. you? nah. there’s no way. hah.. right?
later that night, when you finally got to bed. you noticed you were feeling weird. you were acting weird even. during dinner, you would look over to enjin alot. hopefully he didn’t catch on to that or else he would make fun of you. you were starting to feel something weird in your chest whenever you thought of him. or even feel your face heating up when you remembered the way he put his hands on you.
were you..actually starting to like him?! no- no- theres no way, you think to yourself as you laugh under your breath. you then just shrug it off, thinking everything will go back to normal tomorrow as you drift to sleep.
you were deadass wrong. every time you saw enjin, you would feel your heart flutter. you couldn’t even get yourself to be creative with your usual exchange with him. you really could just muster up a scoff or roll your eyes at him because inside, your heart was literally jumping like anything.
in your eyes, he started to look so attractive to you, oh god. you hated it. why does he suddenly look so hot? why do you suddenly want him so bad? you were starting to hate the way felt around him so you finally decided to distance yourself from.
yeah.. thats right! the feeling will eventually go away. now you just need to make sure to keep strict distance from him.
and so you started to slowly keep minimum interactions to no interactions at all.
but enjin isn’t dumb. at first, he thought it was your usual ignorance but he began to notice it wasn’t ignorance. it was avoidance.
the way you would quickly eat your food and leave the cafeteria whenever he entered, the way you would quickly walk off when you noticed him, even while chatting with someone. the way you wouldn’t even throw your usual insults at him. hell, you wouldn’t even look at him anymore. it ticked him off.
he really couldn’t understand why you were acting that way. he first assumed maybe you were mad at him but the way you are, if you were really mad at him, you would just grab his collar and throw some insults at his face. he couldn’t stop thinking about you, did he do something? why were you really avoiding him that much? he had to know what was really on with you.
——
after your cleaning duty ended early, you quickly make your way to your room. and also looking out for enjin to avoid him at all cost.
after you reach, you close your room’s door behind and put your vital instrument on the small table right beside your door without even looking further into your room due to exhaustion.
you stretch your arms, sighing. then a voice catches you off guard.
“gon’ tell me what’s wrong?”
you jolt, turning to the source of sound immediately. your voice trembles, barely coming out as a whisper.
“en- ..enjin—?”
you didn’t even notice him sitting on your bed, now standing up and slowly walking towards you.
your first instinct was to leave—to run away. you didn’t wanna face him. you couldn’t face him.
you quickly turn to the door, moving your hand to the knob but enjin is just as quick as you, strongly pressing his palm on the door, right at the level of your head, making you unable to make your escape.
he was right behind you, his other hand joins. now, caging you between him and the door. your grip tightens at the door knob, you couldn’t think of what to do next.
“y/n,” his tone was serious yet still soft, “look at me.”
you slowly turn, still unable to face him. your eyes were glued on the floor and your heart beat started pacing. suddenly, it felt like all the feelings you had suppressed, started to come out all together at once.
“i said look at me.” his tone was more demanding now. the vibration of his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.
then you finally muster up the courage to look at him, trying not to spill your emotions, you bluntly say, “why are you in my room?”
“you know exactly why.” he was quick to respond.
“i don’t. i’m tired right now. can you leave?” you break off the eye contact, looking to your side.
“no.”
“—not until you answer why you’ve been acting like this.”
you raise an eyebrow, “like what? i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
enjin’s eyebrows furrowed while staring down at you, why were you pretending to not know what he‘s talking about? but he was still patient with you. “avoiding me ‘nd all. you think i didn’t notice?”
you were silent.
“you think i didn’t notice the way you always finished your food quickly when i entered the cafeteria? or the way you would leave a room whenever i showed up? the way you don’t throw insults at me anymore whenever i’m even 5 feet near you? hell, you don’t even look at me anymore. you hate me that much, huh?”
your heart reacts when he says ‘hate’. of course you don’t hate him. the way you felt for him is way beyond that.
“i…don’t hate you.” you mutter. fidgeting with the hem of your outfit, your eyes glued to it.
“then why all this? hm?” he bends, his face coming close to yours.
“..i—” you heave.
“i’m not leaving until you tell me.”
“what’s wrong?” “why?”
why? why? why? the constant questioning starts making you restless and your head hurt. your eyebrows furrow in frustration and then, you finally burst. taking in a long breath, closing your eyes shut as you burst out.
“FUCK! IT’S BECAUSE I LIKE YOU, DAMN IT!”
for a while, it felt amazing. to finally let your true feelings out. you could feel the adrenaline rush in you as your heart raced fast.
you slowly open your eyes to look up and see enjin’s reaction. and to your surprise, he was no longer caging you. his hands were to his side with his back now straightened as he looked at you, surprised. then he suddenly bursts out laughing,
“what the- so that’s it?” as he’s trying to contain his laugh.
your face was heating up with embarrassment, was he seriously laughing at your feelings?! you felt like you shouldn’t have said anything at all and the urge to just punch him in the face was just burning in you to the point you didn’t even realise you started tearing up.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘THAT’S IT’?! ugh! i knew i shouldn’t have said anything, you assh..—”
in a blink, he grabbed your chin and pulled you into a kiss. shutting you up.
huh?
what?
did he just kiss you? why? your brain actually stopped. you couldn’t understand why—
he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your lips. you stared blankly at his face. he was smiling with a softened gaze on you, wiping the fallen tear off your cheek with his thumb.
“i wasn’t laughing to ridicule your feelings…” he mutters, staring into your eyes.
“i’m just glad.. it’s not something seriously bad for which you seriously stopped talking to me.” he caresses your face, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear.
‘glad’? why? what the hell was happening?
“..what?” you mouthed, barely a whisper.
he chuckles at your reaction. finding it cute. “in other words, i like you too, trashy princess.”
when you heard his words, your heart started pounding so fast that it felt like it was gonna come out of your mouth. did he really just say that?
all you could manage was a ‘huh?’ as the heat crept up on your neck.
enjin repeats, this time emphasising each word. “i said, i. like. you. that better, hm?”
since you weren’t responding, he speaks up again. “i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t mean to make you cr—euughh!” you had punched him in his stomach.
you let out a relieved sigh, “now i feel better.”
he clenches the place where you had knuckled him, “g-guess, i deserved t-that..”
“well, since you have your answer now. you can leave.” you start walking past him but he catches your wrist, pulling you to his chest, pressing you against him.
“pushing me away already, baby?” he teases, in a low, raspy tone. grazing his thumb against your bottom lip.
you look up into his eyes, blinking. “w-well…i need to f-freshen up—”
“there’s no need for that.” and he crashes his lips onto yours. you mumble his name during the kiss, but he just deepens the kiss. his one hand holds your face and the other starts roaming around your body, slipping in and making contact with your bare skin which makes you shudder.
he pulls away and start peppering your jaw with kisses, slowing moving to your neck. he grips the back of your head, tangling his big hands into your hair to get a better angle, then he starts lapping his tongue against your neck, sucking on the skin. at the same time, he moves his hand from your hair and now gripping around your waist.
you tremble, unconsciously titling your head to give him more access. “e-enjin…—”
your hand grips at his red sweatshirt. you whine when you feel his other hand, caressing the fabric of your bra and then—he grabs one of your breasts, squeezing it, making you yelp.
enjin hums, his voice vibrating against your neck. “yeah, keep making those cute noises, princess.”
he latches off your neck and attacks your lips again, swallowing every whine of yours. you wrap your arms around his tattooed neck, occasionally gripping and he puts his hands over your thighs, slightly pushing them to lift you. you understand and jump and he catches you immediately. carrying you like weighted nothing as you also wrapped your legs around his hip, your cunt grazing his growing boner.
after you guys reach the bed, he breaks the kiss quickly as he gently throws you on it. hurriedly joining you. he wastes no time on getting your clothes off. “fuck. wan’ taste you s’bad.”
he’s so impatient. but you’re no better. the moment you’re fully bare, you pull on his sweatshirt shyly.
“y-you too.”
enjin chuckles, “of course. anything for m’lady.” he pulls his sweatshirt off in one go, tossing it somewhere on the floor.
and that’s when you finally got to see him shirtless. your lip parts as your eyes follow every muscle, every ink, every design. like you’re engraving it in your mind. honestly, you were totally drooling at the sight. you knew enjin had muscles cause, duh, he’s strong but not this defined and toned.
enjin notices right away and teases, “better than you imagined, huh?”
you abruptly yelp a ‘yes’ which surprises enjin. so you’ve been fantasising about him?
“shit- can say the same for you too, baby.” he hovers over your body, kissing your neck, your collarbones and following it down right between valley of your breasts. he toys with one of your nipples with his finger while the other is getting kissed and licked. then he suddenly puts it in his mouth, playing with your nipple with his tongue while his hand pinches the other. “s’fucking perfect.”
you whine and whimper at the pain and pleasure you’re experiencing. cursing under your breath.
he finally lets go of your nipple with a ‘pop’ sound, looking at you as his hand starts moving down to your abdomen—to your pulsating cunt.
“y’know.” his index and ringer finger start playing with your pussy lips, spreading them open to press his middle finger on your clit which makes your body jolt. he pauses and chuckles when he notices how wet you were. “shit baby, you’re this wet just by kissing?”
you pout, “don’t t-tease…, shit head.” he laughs under his breath, your reaction were so fucking adorable to him.
“that day…when we were stuck in that stupid place, seeing you under me like that…” he continues, as he starts moving slow circles, making you hitch under your breath. “it was so fuckin’ hard to keep my dick calm.”
“knew it was wrong.” his index finger now joins, very slowly quickening his pace on your clit. “-wrong to think about you like that but fuck. you’re so hot. wanted to fold you and take you right there.”
now his fingers move down, to toy with your aching hole. “and then the next second, your perfect tits were on my face. these perfect tits.” he leans down to pepper kisses on them.
he was teasing you so much and you were starting to grow really impatient to the point you were moving your hips unconsciously to feel him inside you. “f-fuck, stop teasing…”
enjin smirks, watching you desperately try to grind yourself on his fingers. “impatient, are we?”
you just wanted something inside, your walls were clenching around nothing. “p-please…”
fuck. the way you were begging went straight to his dick. he slowly starts sliding his middle finger in and your warm, gummy walls were already sucking him in, easily.
he was agonisingly slow. pushing his inked finger in and out and making you whine. he then adds his index finger, this time stretching you out.
he hisses, “fuck, you’re s’tight. squeezing m’fingers like that.”
he started moving his fingers in you, curling it just right and making you moan. it didn’t take him long to find your sweet spot. every time he pushed his fingers, it hit your g-spot. you were frowning at the sensation—pleasure.
as if his fingers weren’t stimulating you enough, he pressed his thumb on your clit and started rubbing it. all you could do was grip the sheets and curse under your breath as he works his hand and whispers dirty things into your ear.
“this pussy’s singing f’me, baby.”
“you’re loving this, aren’t you? me playing with your pussy? by the guy you despised so much? now look at you. soaking my fingers and making a mess everywhere, s’pretty.”
“yeah, keep making those noises f’me.”
he quickened his pace and it didn’t take long for you to reach your high. not when he was stimulating you like crazy. you winced every time he curled his fingers to hit your g-spot.
“m’close, …enjin—ha…ah—” your hand moves to grip his muscular, tatted bicep. lightly digging your nails into his skin. it barely felt like a tingle to him. you were quivering and your heart paced fast, heat radiating from your body.
but just when you were about to come—he stops, you groan, glaring at him. “w-why’d you stop…?”
“wan’ you to cum in my mouth, baby. need to taste you s’bad.”
he moves down slowly, placing kisses on your stomach—to your abdomen and now to your puffy clit. and then licking a long stripe over your aching cunt, making your thighs shiver.
he started to rub circles on your clit with his tongue and sucked on it before shoving his tongue in, lapping up your insides and eating you out. he grumbles into your pussy, the vibrations reaching your spine.
“you—mhmm—taste s’good, s’sweet” he was literally making out with your pussy, slurping up all your juices. your soppy wet walls wrapped around his fat tongue, the way your cunt throbbed every time his nose pressed against your clit.
the sounds were so lewd and so obscene, it was filling the room along with your moans. if anyone had been passing by your door, you were sure the squelches would be loud enough to give away what was happening in the room. you were throwing your head back, eye lids closing on their own.
he pulls away, looking up at you. “look at me.” and you do, forcing your eyes open, squinting at him. “gooood girl, now watch me as i eat you out, m’kay?”
you didn’t even respond, you just gripped his hair and shoved him down in your pussy. he was surprised but you could feel him smirking, he proudly started to eat you out again.
he was loving every second of it, every inch of you, every sound you made, even the grip you had on his hair. he began to slowly grind him his hips against the bedsheets, trying to relieve himself. he was gripping your inner thighs so hard, it probably was gonna leave a handprint there.
“fuck—fuck—fuck… m’so close…en-enjin—” your grip tightens and your back arches as you feel your high again. you were bucking your hips onto him.
“d-don’t stop…” you began shivering. “o-ohh—” you started cursing under your breath, your voice breaking as you moan.
“thaaats it, baby. come on my tongue,” he coos, moving his thumb back to your clit.
and in the next moment, you cum. you couldn’t even utter a word as your eyes rolled over your head. all you could do was moan his name and whimper. blood rushing and filling your veins in pure ecstasy, making you feel light-headed.
enjin licked you clean, drinking every drop of your cum, not wasting anything. after he’s done, he gets up to kiss you, shoving his tongue in and making you taste yourself. “you did s’good, baby.” you just hum softly, with a half-lidded gaze.
after a while, when you’ve calmed down. you notice enjin pulling your blankets and unfolding it.
“what are you doing?” you stare at him, confused.
“you must be tired, right? rest up,” he smiles, placing the fabric over your bare body.
“and what about you?” you elbow yourself up.
“oh, me? i’ll go check up on zanka and rudo and then–”
“no.” you interject. “i meant…that.” you eye at the bulge in his sweats.
he understood what you were implying and chuckles under his breath. “it’s okay, babe. we’ll do it some other time. got no rubber on m’right now.” he holds your chin, bringing it close to him to kiss your forehead.
you frown, “i don’t care.”
enjin sighs, running his hand through his hair “that’s not how it works, princess.”
he made you feel so good and now he was just gonna leave with his painfully hard dick? you weren’t gonna let that happen. hell, you couldn’t even care less about some protection.
“so you’re just gonna get cold feet without fucking me?”
enjin blinks, “fuck. i want to but–”
“please.” you look up at him, with pleading eyes. the covers slipped off your body, revealing your tits. your nipples were turning hard due to the cold air brushing against them. “please, enjin”
your pleading was only making the situation worse. your words went straight to his already hard dick—and he was trying sooo hard to keep his gaze fixated on your eyes. he was really thanking heavens for peripheral vision cause he could still shamelessly stare at your tits indirectly.
“you sure?—”
“YES.” you respond immediately, “please enjin, wan’ you so bad—wan’ your cock—pleeease—i want you to fuck me—i need you to fuck me.” even you were surprised to what you were saying, you might as well be ovulating right now because you really wanted him bad.
enjin was surprised, the way you were actually begging like an absolute slut right now. he didn’t think you had that side of yours. so freaky—and he wasn’t minding it all. instead he was actually more intrigued by this new side of yours.
enjin licks his lips, “hard to say no when you ask this nicely—”
he grabs one of your tits, crashing his lips onto yours. he squeezes them hard making you yelp and he takes that opportunity to shove his tongue in. “wanna be my cockslut that bad, hm?”
then he breaks the kiss and quickly starts taking his sweatpants off, leaving him in his black boxers.
your mouth hung open, eyes wide open at the sight of his—gulp. he was big. holy fuck. waayy bigger than you thought. your eyes were following the shape of his dick print on his boxers.
enjin notices your reaction and chuckles, “keep that mouth hang open any longer and you’ll actually start drooling, princess.”
honestly, you were actually drooling without even seeing his dick yet. and suddenly something flashes in your mind.
one time when you were talking to semiu, talking about what kind of man gives big dick energy.
enjin overheard you two and joined, “i’m sure they all got good personalities, cmon.”
you rolled your eyes at him and scoffed, “oh shut up, i’m sure you got a small dick too.”
you were smiling inside, you probably hurt his ego real bad cause it’s true but to your surprise he was not at all offended, instead, he had a smug look on his face.
you blink, trying not to give away your surprised reaction and rolled your eyes at him again. he was just bluffing…for sure, …right?
and now that you’re seeing it with your own eyes—he wasn’t bluffing at all!
“wanna do the honours?” his fingers grazing at the band. you move, fingertips fumbling his waist band, you look up at enjin and he’s smirking down sleazily at you, watching your every movement. “go on,”
and you pull down his boxer—finally freeing him. his dick springs out immediately, also hitting your cheek before hitting his abdomen. red angry tip, already glistening in dripping hot precum. not only enjin was so long—but he was juuuust as thick, with enough veins at the right places.
“too small, eh?” and it seems enjin hasn’t forgotten that day as well. small? fuck no. you knew enjin was teasing you about that. you didn’t even realise how dry your mouth was until you gulped. “there’s n-no way, that’s gonna fit—”
he fully pulls off his boxers and starts leaning, laying your head properly on the pillow. he already positions himself and spreading your thighs apart, folding you into a mating press. “no–no–no. no running away now, princess.”
“you asked for this.”
“w-wait—mmmhp..!” he started rubbing his tip at your entrance, making your breath hitch.
he pressed your thighs more, making your knees touch your chest as he started to line himself. “we’ll make it fit, m’kay baby?” he coos, kissing your cheek.
you nod, and then—he pushes the tip in making you both hiss. by the time he put his whole tip in—he was out of breath. his eyebrows furrowing at the sensation – you were just so hot and soft. the way you were squeezing him so tight, he swears he was gonna cum right then.
“fuuuck, squeezing me s’tight. you tryna kill me?”
you nearly choked at how just his tip was stretching you out so much.
he slowly starts pushing himself more into your sloppy pussy, a sound of pleasure vibrating deep from his chest. he waited few moments each time he inserted an inch, making sure you were adjusting to his size.
the stretch was insane. your eyes began to shut and your eyebrows were frowning. you were literally gripping his tatted bicep so hard while your other hand went to cover your mouth to muffle your moans.
enjin notices and immediately holds your wrists to pin them above your head with one hand. “nah, don’t cover your pretty moans.”
when more than half his cock was in, he shoved the rest at once. filling you balls deep making him groan and suck his teeth. the bed dips as be rests his weight on top of your lower half.
your body jolts and you cry out, you were such a whimpering mess beneath him. you felt so full, clenching around him with your warm, gooey walls as his tip kissed your cervix making you squeal. “sh-shit, y-you’re so big–”
“oh ya, mama?” the deep sultry of his teasing voice making you even wetter. you were literally squeezing him as if you were trying to milk dry. he waits for awhile, letting you adjust before he starts pulling his cock out till the tip just to thrust it back inside. “fuuuckkk—you’re…s’t-tight”
enjin starts rutting his hips against you, pressing deep thrusts each time. the sound of skin slapping and wet squelches from your cunt was music to his ears. your voice cracking while moaning, telling him its too much and you couldn’t take it.
but he merely keeps going cause each time he pulled back, your greedy, sloppy pussy was swallowing him back like it belonged there. the pain from the stretch soon changed to pleasure, coiling something in your stomach. he moves his free hand to grab your face and kisses you deeply, swallowing all your whines.
“you– …you say you can’t take it, haaah, but look at you. takin’ me sooo well.”
“fuck.” and with a single hammering thrust, enjin’s forcing his swollen cock past all that slight resistance. his head falls, heaving out a shuddering groan.
his head was lolling but he still couldn’t stop his hips. he moved his hands to your thighs, pressing you down even more with his cock. each and every thrust made your stomach burn more and more. every slam of his hips, making you lose your mind. it was so intoxicating.
his dick was soo big, he hit your sweet spot without even trying. his red swollen tip was bruising your cervix. “o-ohhh..”
he looked at your fucked out state with half-lidded golden orbs which darkened at the sight of your watery eyes. you were looking like an angel to him, so pretty, so good.
you tighten around him even more as you started to feel your orgasm build up like a wall. your thoughts were long gone and you were just babbling out, the weird feeling in your stomach, close to breaking out. “sh-shit–shit–shit e-enjin you need to sto—” and before you could warn him, you cry out–squirting on his dick.
the clear fluid splashing out as he’s still thrusting into you, like a madman and then—he stops his hips, straightening his back to look at your spasming cunt. he was gasping—and you got worried immediately—did you just pee?—then he huffs, “fuck, baby—did you just squirt?”
you're bawling out from the euphoric pleasure and fear. “i- i’m sorry–”
“no–no–no–no, dont apologize, fuucck. why didn't you tell me you could squirt?”
you were confused but relieved he wasn't mad. “i... i d-didn’t know…”
enjin’s darting his eyes down to the thick little bulge that had started forming at your stomach - just the slightest movement of his mushroomy tip bumpin’ inside. and out. inside. and out. fuck. had he been missing out on this view for this long?
he's looking at you with a feral gaze, his golden orbs almost disappearing as he's pushing one hand down—to the bulge. “you can do that again, right? fuck, please. tell me you'll do that again.” he suddenly became just so desperate. you knew your answer wouldn't matter ‘cause he was determined to make you squirt on his dick again.
and then he’s pulling out and quickly turning you to your stomach, making your back arch up and pushing your head down to the pillow. you startle, at the sudden change in position—“what are you—”then enjin’s rubbing himself against your core before slipping his cock inside again, furiously-hard.
hips slamming against your ass, making you yelp at the sudden sensation of being stretched. he ruts into you, leaning into your ear. “need you–” thrust. “to–”thrust. “squirt again–” thrust. “cmon, ma”
your lips are quivering, legs shaking, wanting to fall any moment. all you could only muster up were sobs of pleasure, with your hands tightly clenching on the pillow.
he hisses, grabbing your ass. your syrupy walls were taking him so well. he slaps his hand onto one cheek, leaving a flushed mark. “ohh, ‘tis pussy’s singing f’me. you hear ‘dat?” he pulls your hair, making sure you were hearing the melodic noises of your soppy, wet cunt, sousing his cock.
embarrassment rose up to your cheeks, the sounds were so loud and so lewd. “o-oh my, h-hah…”
you didn’t even realise your legs were giving up and enjin wraps his hand around your belly, caressing the bulge that formed every time he pressed his hips against your ass. he was holdng your lower body up, angling it, to go deeper.
sweat built up on both your bodies. the slighty wet strands of enjin’s hair falling down to his forehead as he gripped your ass hard. he throw his head back, teeth gritting. he was getting close and so were you. again. he moves his hand from your ass to rub your pussy clit, rubbing circles on it. “f-fucck, m' gonna cummm.”
the nerves of your clit tingles from overstimulation, another orgasm rushing soon.
“yer’ gonna let me cum in tis’ pussy, yeah?” he slurs, “gon’ let me breed you, like the perfect cockslut you are f’me, huh?” oh. he was sooo pussydrunk.
his pace quickens and your eyes rolls to the back of your head with your mouth hang open, drool seeping out and getting absorbed by the fabric beneath you.
soon enough. he grabs you by your neck, angling your head to kiss you. you gasp and he takes that opportunity to shove his tongue, exploring every part of your mouth as his hips are ramming into you.
your head was spinning, rushing another trembling orgasm into you. you clench around his swollen cock, already coming. clear liquid splashing on his thighs and everywhere else – then with one last deep thrust, he’s groaning into your mouth. filling you up with his hot, thick ropes of cum, painting your velvety walls white.
he's swallowing all your whines, rutting his hips again in slow, deep thrusts. fucking his semen more deeply into you. you swear you can feel enjin’s warm cum trickle out at the very back of your throat.
he pulls away from your mouth to praise you with a half-lidded gaze, softly peppering your face with kisses. “such a good cockslut.”
he gently puts your lower body down to the mattress, removing his hand from your waist. he slowly pulls out, his cum leaking out of you which makes him suck his teeth at the view.
he spreads your ass with one hand and uses the other to stuff the dripping cum from your clit back into your fucked out cunt. he swears he feels his dick twitch and harden again when your pussy swallows his thick inked finger so lewdly.
“you alright?” you slowly move your head towards enjin, with eyes that failed to stay open and nod.
“good.” enjin has a mischievous smile on his face which you know, he was upto no good. you thought you guys were done. he was done. yeah, you thought. all your light-headedness goes away the moment you realise. “enjin, no—”
he wastes no time on pulling you off the bed and pressing you against the nearest wall, grabbing one of your thighs up and holding it up as he starts rubbing himself against your slit, the leftover cum coating his cock.
“i’m not even close to being done with you yet, princess.” he whispers into your ear in a deep, sultry tone that makes your knees weak and flips your stomach.
you are cursing in your mind. how the fuck does he have so much stamina? WHY the fuck does he have so much stamina? you just knew you had to give up the thought of walking properly tomorrow.
“you’re gon’ be a good girl and take my cock, right?”
“hm, baby?”
and FUCK why was he so good at talking you into it ‘cause you were easily falling into his trap. the way his tone is sooo perfect, making you wet with his just words, you believed that he was born to be a fucking, filthy dirty-talker.
“f-fine, but this is the las—” the moment he hears your approval, he’s driving his cock deep into you. you wince, putting all your weight on the wall-trying to hold onto it for support.
enjin’s fat cock bullies your cervix, each thrust somehow pinpointing each and every highest point of pleasure.
he’s babbling incoherently about his cock, how good it feels, how good you’re taking him. his thrusts are so mean it’s stealing your breath and makes your head loll.
your nails claw helplessly at the wall, sniffling and whimpering. your hands started to sweat, making it harder to stay connected to the wall. you blink up dazedly at him, conscious enough to formulate proper sentences. “enjin, ‘s too much—”
he’s gripping your inner thigh hard. “but look at this cute pussy swallowing me s’well.” he laughs, low and wicked as his cock drives into you again and again. the stretch of your muscles was getting to you—legs starting to get wobbly—knee shuddering and then enjin grabs you.
he wraps both his arms under your thighs, picking you up like you weighted nothing and wrapped your legs around his hip—still connected to you.
you immediately wrap one around around his neck, and the other on his big tatted bicep. stabilising yourself. his bicep was huge, his tricep prominent. he’s so big it fed your size kink like no other.
enjin smiled, watching you feel his muscle and then with no warning—his hands move up to your ass, gripping it hard as he’s rutting harshly into you again.
the moan you let out? absolutely pornographic.
“shiiiit, it feels that good?” he rumbles, thick fingers pressing bruises into your skin.
your lips quivered, “h-aah!—”
his thrusts get messier, sharper and he pants, “fuck, fuck—” you were clamping down on so well, gravity helping you impale deeper onto his dick. not only your pussy was clenching him, your legs wrapped around his hip was squeezing just as hard.
enjin was pounding your cunt so good, shovelling you with every inch of his thickened length, kissing your g-spot that made the nerves tingle just right. he’s driving you soo insane, you were splaying out the sluttiest expression right now. your pupils shape turning into heart eyes.
you rest your head onto his shoulder, whinning as hes drilling his cock into you. and it’s with a few more vulgar thrusts when another orgasm hits you, begging through choked-up sobs.
you hiccup, scratching and digging your nails onto his back. he hisses at the feeling and soon shudders, his mouth forming an 'o' when he feels you squeezing him, milking him. hot spurts of cum, filling you the brim.
another round follows—and then another—you guys go on for who knows—how long. you've lost count of how many times you came that your vision started to darken and your head completely stopped working.
.
.
.
you're fluttering your eyes open, being met with the ceiling. had you fallen asleep? the smell of tobacco infiltrates your nose and you feel something—wet? ...down your—oh. you look down to see enjin's mouth latched to your core, lapping up your insides with his tongue. he held one of your inner thighs while the other was holding his cigarette—which was almost finished-between his index and middle finger. oh what a sight it was. he was soo focused.
you shudder, calling out his name, no louder than a whisper. enjin hums into your pussy, raising his eyes to your surprised face. he pulls out his tongue from your hole and starts toying with your clit. “finally awake, huh?” that confirmed your question. so you did pass out.
you were so extremely sensitive right now. even the weakest flick from his tongue was making you see stars. “thought you wouldn't wake up 'till tomorrow.”
your eyes dart around the room, spotting the lamp on your nightstand turned on. how long had it been? your half-lidded gaze moves to the window—the outside which was bright and luminous was now completely dark.
you gasp when enjin’s slaps your sensitive clit, immediately looking at him, “eyes on me, ‘mama”
the cigarette on his hand was long gone and the bud tossed somewhere—you couldn't care less about.
he starts sticking out his tongue, licking a slow looong stripe of your slick which sent shivers down your spine. “you haven’t squirted on m’tongue yet, princess”
your eyebrows frowned, stuttering as you were pleading him. “p-please enjin, i c-can’t-“
“you can.”
you weren't even sure if you really could, you barely had any energy left in you and your throat was dry due to dehydration making you gulp every now and then.
he locks your thighs around his tattooed arms, lifting them up and burying himself between. enjin latches his fat tongue back on your puffy, overstimulated clit. a sound of satisfaction vibrating deep from his chest.
“fuucck, you're still leaking so much” he pulls back just to admire your hole, gaping with a gush of glistening slick. and next moment, he’s straight up gulping it while making the most lecherous slurping sounds with low, needy moan.
“s’sweet, jus’ so perfect f’me.” enjin didn't even care if he was eating some of his cum. the thought of drinking both of your fluids combined and having you squirt on his tongue was making him go feral.
if there way a feeling ten times more than overstimulation then that’s exactly what you were feeling. the constant suckling, the constant in–and–out of his fat tongue while hitting your g-spot was getting you close and closer to coming.
you throw your head back, shaky hand reaching to grip enjin’s wet, sweat-covered hair. you were literally tearing up as the coil in your stomach was burning.
and oh. he loved it when you tangled your cute fingers into his hair.
“yer’ close, aren’t ya?” he was still latched to your hole when he spoke so the vibration of his voice edged you even more.
breathy moans and curses were the only thing coming out of your mouth. his nose was nudging against your clit so good and his tongue was making your barely opened eyes roll.
you were trying so hard to move your legs but enjin kept them in place no matter what. his grip was so fucking strong. as you feel you high from overstimulation, you try to push him away but he stays unmoved, shoving himself more into your aching hole.
and then—you were gushing over his tongue. repeating his name like a mantra, you cry out, voice breaking as your back arched, whole body trembling. your heart was racing so fast-you were sure, your vision went almost blank again.
his chin was absolutely drenched with your glittery, sweet slick. he was slurpinggg it as if it was the best meal of his life.
enjin puffs out a snicker above your swollen folds—pwah! giving it one last kiss before lifting himself up and crawling to you.
“you were soo good, ‘ma” he pulls on a blanket covering your body. he gently kisses you on your forehead and pecks you on your lips before sitting up.
“let’s get you cleaned up, m’kay?”
a/n . sorry i got carried away
(BONUS)
meanwhile…
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zanka spots rudo munching on sweets. “yo,”
“have you seen enjin?” he looks around the room, trying to spot the blond man.
“huh? no.” rudo replied, stuffing his face with the various delicacy of sweets.
zanka shouts, gripping his staff. “HEY! don’t eat too much again! or you’ll blow up like a balloon like last time.”
rudo barely nods as he continues stuffing his mouth.
zanka tuts at his reaction and sighs, crossing his arms. “geez, where is this guy?! he told me to meet up with him and he’s the one who doesn’t show up!?”
well about where enjin was and what he was doing… ahem.
“mmm, fuck— gods, beautiful, ‘s so good— y’feel so fuckin’ good.” enjin rumbles in between the fast, wet slaps, plump lips finding yours to connect them messily. you can barely respond to it through your moans and mewls, through the haze of euphoria that his dick fucks into you.
it’s less of a kiss and more of a messy tangle of tongues and teeth, just the two of you licking into each other’s mouths and tasting; devouring.
it’s so sloppy, so wet and lewd; and enjin is losing his mind. keeps panting and moaning into you, cock throbbing inside your mushy walls and hips bucking madly. like he can’t get enough of the way you clamp and suck him, the way you flutter around him every time his abdomen connects with your puffy clit.
“don’t stop,” you find yourself mewling, toes curling and back arching with each slide. your stomach is knotting in on itself, orgasm building with such an intensity that it makes you feel dizzy. and he’s just slamming into you, keeping to that rhythm that makes your eyes roll back.
“never gon’a stop, baby,” enjin rasps, dick absolutely kicking up, so long and hard. “gon’a fuck’ya so good. make her cum s’much—,” he sounds so absolutely fucked, words mushed and slurred. you aren’t much better, pussy so wet and sloppy that it’s almost louder than your own moans and babbles.
you can’t really help it— enjin’s so fucking big, fucks you so good; you don’t think you’ve ever felt so dumb on a dick before.
“god, you deserve it— pussy’s too fucking good, baby— shit, yer so wet, she’s cryin’ on me— fuuuuck, so hot— yer amazing, you know? i fuckin’ love it s’much—,”
truthfully, you can’t focus on his babbling. can only focus on the way he fucks his cock into you, stuffs your cunt up over and over, kissing and rubbing every single sweet spot so effortlessly. he’s fucking you straight into stupidity, pulling your orgasm to the surface so fast that you can’t even mentally grasp it through the pleasure.
you don’t even feel the way you start to twitch and clench, but enjin does. and he lets out the throatiest, loudest groan at the sensation. starts to fuck you harder, grip your flesh desperately and mouth his wet lips anywhere they can reach.
“oh, fuck— god, baby, yes— i feel ya, sweetheart. gon’a cum, yeah? ‘m gon’a make’ya cum, beautiful— fuck, give it to me, huh? right here on m’cock. ooh, fuck, i want it s’bad—,”
you’re nodding, mumbling and mewling, arching into his firm body and squeezing around his cock. it’s right there, just a few more strokes of that delicious dick—
that’s when he goes absolutely feral. fucks so hard you start to see stars. so focused on fucking that orgasm right out of you that he’s reduced even himself to nothing but moans and grunts.
at least, until you start to cum— the instant he feels your walls flutter and gets the sweet cream on his cock, he’s falling apart.
“yas, goddamn, baby— that’s it, fuckin’ give it t’me. cum all over this cock, you earned it, baby. So fuckin’ goooood, shit— good girl, that’s it. let it go, jus’ let it go.”
he’s just so lost in it; lost in your moans, your hot body, your wonderfully sloppy pussy, the way you shake and tremble as you slop up his cock with your pretty eyes rolling back.
enjin’s completely wrapped up in you in all ways. so wrapped up, in fact, that he can’t find it in himself to stop even when you start to whine and wriggle away—
he keeps fucking, plugging his cock into your sweet pussy just to feel it squeeze and wring him. he’s obsessed with it. wants to feel it and fuck it and make you cum over and over until you simply can’t anymore…
hi hello, making my official smut/writing/tumblr debut with none other than enjin. he’s so hot i actually need him carnally. please forgive if this is shit and please give me tips!!! <3 and thank you for reading!!
reverse cowgirl on enjin’s dick and watching gris eat you out. and gris is an equal opportunity lover so on every upstroke he’s licking enjin’s cock clean of your juices and the couple loads of cum enjin keeps fucking back into you
and every time enjin feels gris’s tongue on his cock he fucks you harder on the downstroke which just has you gushing more. gris happily latches onto your clit to suck you clean before going back to running his tongue between your wet pussy and around where enjin is fucking into you
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sooooo…i’m ovulating and @blkkizzat is encouraging my demons so yeah 😅
Enjin says he likes women with high libido… until he actually lives through your ovulation week, and you make him go so many rounds his legs are shakin'. Turns out this man is straight-up obsessed and fucking loves it. He'll literally schedule his haircut around your cycle just to drive you insane.
hi, can you do an enjin x gris x reader smut fic where you all hook up in the back of a bar?
i like the sound of this...tell me if i got it right!!
a/n: sorry this got out a little late! my original post was lost so i had to redo it all. it's also my first time writing for either of these characters so lmk how i did! i also took a bit of creative liberty here too... (also not grammar checked that well)
a/n 2: this ended up a lot longer than i thought it would be
it was late into the night, the dining room that was usually full was now empty—well, almost empty, except for you three sitting at the bar. gris and enjin to the left of you.
gris was swirling his glass of whiskey while enjin taped out the ash of his cigarette into the ashtray. they looked at each other before they turned their attention to you, shocked by the sudden comment they heard.
the comment? "i wonder, what would it be like to be fucked by both of you?"
"are you drunk right now?" enjin took one last hit of his cigarette before putting it out. gris choked on his drink, eventually setting the finished glass down back onto the bar table.
"not at all, i'm completely sober," you say, giving them a knowing smirk. they gave each other a look, an unspoken one that only they agreed on.
and that's how you ended up here.
bent over a stool—that is for some reason the perfect height that left you right in the middle of gris and enjin. your hands gripping the sides of the stool.
gris grabbing a fistful of your hair, his other hand cupping the side of your face, "shit, your mouth feels amazing," he groans out softly. the fat of his tip bullying the back of your throat.
enjin isn't slacking either, his cock slamming into you. "fuck, your pussy is milking my cock, babe," he coos at you. both of his hands on your hips, fucking you back onto him.
they keep their thrust in an almost rehearsed rhythm—perfectly fast, back and forth, taking turns using you to satisfy a hunger they didn't know they had.
the room filled with the murmurs of gris as his cock fucks your throat sore and the whisper of enjin's sweet talk as he's fucking your walls raw.
the air filled with the smell of sex, the moment—rough and unfiltered. your cunt squeezes enjin's sheer girth, and you start to choke on gris's length. they're getting sloppy from being so unbelievably close to cumming, but you're not too far off.
"cmon, soak this cock," enjin swoons. "we're gonna come inside of you, okay?" gris says, seeking your approval. you try to nod to the best of your ability. your cunt spasms as you cum, and the drool spills out the sides of your mouth. they follow right behind, enjin filling your cunt as gris overflows your mouth with their cum.
