♡ — brat taming + enjin and gris
sum. enjin & gris have had about enough of your attitude and they decide to fix it themselves.
!! established poly relationship, brat taming, spanking, unprotected sex, (slight?) denial, dom enjin and gris, use of names like sweet girl, brat, slut, filthy girl.
The air in the bedroom is heavy. You sit on the edge of the mattress, arms crossed tight over your chest, your chin jutted out in a defiance that you know is fragile.
"Still acting like a brat?" Enjin eyes you lazily, standing near the doorway. Gris sits in the armchair across the room, his massive frame taking up the entire space, his blue eyes tracking your every movement with a calm, terrifying stillness.
"I'm not," you snap, earning a raised eyebrow from both the men. It’s like they are giving you one last chance to fix your attitude before they do it themselves.
Once you huff and look away, Enjin’s reaction is immediate. Taking fast, deliberate steps towards you, he firmly grabs your chin, making you look up at him.
"Guess we'll have to fuck the brat out of you then."
Before you can scramble back, his calloused hands grip your waist. Enjin easily manhandles you, breath leaves your lungs in a rush as the world flips upside down. Ass up, face down in the pillow.
You bounce on the mattress, the duvet bunching beneath you, and before you can even ground yourself, Gris is there. He looms over the side of the bed, a mountain of a man. His presence is warm but at the same time overwhelming.
"Such a bad attitude," Gris murmurs, his voice a soft, but it has a dangerous undercurrent. His hand, large enough to span your entire stomach, slides down your body, pushing your thighs apart with an effortless pressure.
You try to snap them shut as your last act of rebellion, but he holds them open with ease. His palm comes down without a warming. Not on your thigh, but squarely on your exposed pussy. "Tch. Not even wearing panties under your damn skirt. Was this your plan all along, sweet girl?"
The sound is a sharp, wet slap that echoes in the quiet room. Pain blooms instantly, a sharp, stinging heat that radiates outward, making your hips buck off the bed. A cry tears from your throat in half-pain and half-shock.
"Look at that," Enjin climbs onto the bed, kneeling behind you. "Such a filthy girl"
His free hand roughly pulls your shirt down, exposing your breasts to the cool air. His fingers sink into the soft flesh, squeezing hard enough to bruise, his thumbs scraping over your nipples until they peak, hard and aching.
The sensation makes your head spin; Gris’s hand coming down on your cunt again, another sharp smack that makes your clit throb with a mix of pain and pleasure, while Enjin’s mean hands mold your tits, twisting and pulling at your hard peaks.
"Our little slut, aren't you?" Enjin growls, and fisting your hair to make you look up at him, his dark eyes boring into yours. "Acting like a brat just so we’d fuck you stupid. Is that it?"
"If rough is what you wanted, you could’ve just asked" Gris counters, his hand rubbing over the stinging skin of your pussy now, his fingers dipping into your wet folds, circling around your peaking bud. "You like that?" he hums, rubbing his hand slowly over your slick before delivering a slap right at your throbbing clit.
You yelp, body trembling with need and hips rolling against Gris’s hand, seeking more friction, seeking the release that is building low in your belly. "Please," you gasp, hips chasing his hand, "Please, I need.. need you"
Enjin laughs, a cruel, short sound. He pinches your nipple hard, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your core. "You don't get to ask for anything. Not after that stunt." He roughly takes off your shirt, unclasping your bra so he can freely play with your tits, having no intention of giving you what you want just yet.
Gris pulls his hand away. The loss of contact is devastating. You are left hovering on the edge, your pussy clenching around nothing, your chest heaving under Enjin’s weight.
Gris easily turns you around like you weigh nothing in his strong grip. Both of the men eyeing your bare form, eyes darkening at the meal they are going to devour.
Gris moves between your legs, hooking his arms under your knees and dragging you down the bed until your ass is resting against his thighs. He frees his cock, thick and heavy, the tip glistening with pre.
He lines it up with your entrance and pushes inside your tight and wet channel. Not giving time for you to adjust, he slams into you, forcing a cry from your lips. Your eyes rolling back at the delicious stretch.
His massive frame presses you into the mattress, "This is what you get for acting like a spoiled little brat" he huffs out, your gummy walls squeezing tight around his cock.
At the same time, Enjin shifts beside you. Large hand tilting your head to the side. He grips his dick, slapping the head against your cheek, leaving a smear of pre-cum on your skin. "Open up," he commands.
You part your lips, and he thrusts in. He doesn't go slow. He shoves his length into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. The salty taste of him floods your tongue.
They set a brutal rhythm. Gris pounds into you, his hips snapping against yours, big length stretching you to your limits. The sound of skin slapping fills the room. Wet and loud.
Every thrust drives you further up the bed, forcing Enjin’s cock deeper into your mouth. You are pinned between them, used at both ends, unable to do anything but take it.
"Look at her," Enjin grunts, his head thrown back, the yellow hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. "Choking on it. She loves being full. Isn't that right, brat?"
"You're so tight, so good," Gris breathes, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave fingerprints. He leans down, covering your body with his, his pace never faltering. The dual sensation is overwhelming. Gris hitting deep inside you, massaging that spot that makes your vision white, while Enjin fucks your face with a ruthless precision.
Enjin’s hand mauls your soft breasts, now sore from all his mean ministrations. Twisting your nipples, leaving them sore and aching. While Gris’ thumb rubs over your clit as he pounds into you. Pinching the little bud between his pointer and thumb.
The pressure builds again, fast and uncontrollable. Your body tenses, your toes curling, a muffled scream trying to escape around Enjin’s cock.
They sense it. They know your body too well.
"Not yet," Enjin snarls, "you’re not cumming just yet"
Gris stills his hips, buried deep inside you, but he doesn't move. He holds you there, trembling on the edge, denying you the final friction you need to fall over. You whine, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, your hips bucking uselessly against him.
"Please," you beg, your voice wrecked. "Please, Gris", knowing he has a soft spot for you, you pout at Gris.
"Ya look so cute when you’re begging” Enjin says. He strokes his cock right over your face, his hand moving fast. "But you don't deserve it yet."
With a guttural groan, Enjin cums. Hot, thick ropes of it land across your cheeks, your nose, your lips. It marks you, sticky and wet, claiming you. The sight of it, the feeling of it dripping down your skin, pushes you closer to the brink, but Gris still holds you trapped.
"Fuck," Enjin breathes, milking the last drops onto your tongue before he collapses back on his heels to watch.
Gris waits until Enjin is finished before he moves again. He pulls out almost entirely, then slams back in, once, twice, three times. On the third thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and grinds against you. You feel him pulse inside you, the heat of his cum flooding your pussy, coating your insides. The feeling is enough to finally shatter you.
Your orgasm rips through you, violent and sudden. Your back arches, your vision blurring, a silent scream tearing from your throat as your pussy clenches around him, milking him for everything he has. Your body trembles under Gris's hold, overwhelmed by the intensity of it, the pleasure bordering on pain.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room is the heavy, ragged breathing of the three of you. The air smells of sex and sweat.
Slowly, the aggression melts away. Gris pulls out gently, a rush of fluid following him, but he doesn't leave you. He collapses onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his massive chest. His arms wrap around you, warm and secure, his hand stroking your hair softly.
"You did so good," he whispers against your forehead, pressing a soft kiss there. "So perfect for us."
Enjin moves from his position, disappearing for a moment before returning with a warm, damp cloth. He cleans your face with a surprising gentleness, wiping away the mess he made, his touch light and careful. Once you’re clean, he slides in behind you, spooning your back, his chest pressing against your spine.
You are sandwiched between them, Enjin’s warmth at your back, Gris’s solid weight at your front. The tension has completely drained from your body, leaving you limp and sated. You nuzzle into Gris's chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat.
Enjin presses a kiss to the back of your neck, his lips lingering on the skin. His hand rests possessively on your stomach.
"Go to sleep, brat," he murmurs, his voice soft but laced with a dark warning. "Just know that I won't be this nice next time."
You sigh, closing your eyes, letting the safety of their embrace pull you under. "I know," you whisper back, already drifting off.
The morning after, you wake up sandwiched between them, but the atmosphere has shifted. Enjin's arm is tight around your waist, his morning wood pressing against your ass, while Gris's hand is already roaming, his fingers dipping into your wetness, both men demanding you prove you're their good girl before they let you out of bed.