"seven minutes in heaven is all i need when i get with him"
warnings | smut, swearing.
the sound of the sewing machine filled the room as you slid open the door. august was practically bouncing in his seat, energy coming off him. he was humming a tune that reflected in his work. he didnt notice you until the smell hit him. "wait-- is that cookies?" he spin in his chair so fast the wheels screeched, eyes lighting up like a kid promised sugar for breakfast.
you held up a small container, trying not to laugh. "something tells me you missed dinner again."
"guilty" he held up his hands in surrender, already hopping off the chair and met half way across the room to meet you. moving his fingers like up and down, with a grin and glint in his eyes. he then paused, leaning back dramatically, "are these the ones with the weird fruit chunks that make me question our friendship?" he side eyes you, suspicious.
you roll your eyes, "theyre chocolate." you said flatly. "and if i known you would doubt my baking i would have swapped out the chocolate out of spite."
august gasped like youd threatened his livelihood. "you wound me. i would never insult your baking." you set the plate container on his worktable, having to step over the hazardous fabrics and other objects you could fall on. his desk was covered in swatches, thread, finished sketches. he didnt seem to care for the mess, which he would argue its organized to his liking. he grabbed two cookies at once and shoving them in his mouth. "mff-- thisf ish amazingfh" he said, crumbs flying, the words barley decipherable. you manged to grab one for the road, eating it in one bite.
"chew first, talk later." you muttered, turning to the door before you can burst out in giggles at his silliness and how stupidly proud you felt he enjoyed them so much. "and... dont work yourself into an all-nighter again, okay?" you took two steps before your slipped on a roll of fabric. you strumbled forward, windmilling your arms and crashed backward into the sliding metal door with a thud. "ow!"
the roll shot forward like a torpedo, flipping up the metal ruler to fly in the air. like a cinematic movie, it flew, and lodged perfectly into the groove keeping the door from opening. you rubbed your nose in pain, sitting on your knees and cradling your sore nose. you moaned in pain. why was the door metal?!
a muffled sound behind you and shuffling of footsteps, along with a laugh and choke. "are you okay?!" he helped you stand, inspecting your nose, "that was loud, holy crap! i thought the door got a dent in it-- oh wait, are you bleeding?" his hands cupped your cheeks as his face shifted from joking to concern. your eyes were watering, pulling away mortified. "im fine-- just let me out before i die form loss of aura." you reached for the handle, but the door wouldnt budge. you tried again, it stayed locked in place. "uh... its not working"
august leaned over your shoulder without hesitation, practically pressing into your back as he attempted to move the door. he tilited his head, his hair tickling your cheeks, "lets see-- oh wow. ok, thats shuck." he tried again this time harder, nothing. you stepped aside, or at least tried too-- there wasnt much open floor space.
you frowned, "dont tell me we're locked in" you said rubbing your sore nose.
"oh, we're totally locked in," august said his hands on his hips, still cheerful as ever. "guess your stuck with me, sweetheart-- a fate truly worse then death."
"dont call me that.." you said, your shoulders deflating, leaning back against the jammed door.
"why not? you brought me cookies. thats, like, a girlfriend-level gesture." he teased.
your face heated up, "august!"
"what? im just saying!" he laughed, leaning a arm on the door above your head. his face was inches from yours. "dont worry, ill save us. or worst case, we'll ration the cookies until rescue arrives."
you rolled your eyes, "you already ate half!" he stepped back a bit wiping the crumbs off his face with his glove. "guess we'll strave then.." you groan sinking down against then door to sit, trying to ignore your heart racing.
minutes passed of him attempting to open the door, before you told him to give up. he sat beside you on the floor, legs stretched out beside your own. "well, if this is how i die, im glad its with someone who bakes good."
you side eyed him for a bit before turning fully to look at him. his smile was still there, and he caught your gaze. "you dont really care about personal space do you?" you asked quietly. he tilted his head, "not with you. you dont seem to mind much."
that is true. you craved him as much as he craved sweets and other unhealthy foods. when he reached out to brush some crumbs near your lips your breath caught. his hand lingered for a second longer then necessary, his hand cupping your jaw.
"messy little eater."
you swallowed. "youre ridiculous."
"maybe." he said, his smile softening, his voice quieter as usual. "but you like me anyway."
you shouldve laughed, or shoved him or said no, i dont. instead your throat went dry as you stared like a deer in headlights. you couldnt look away even as his hand dropped from your face to rest beside yours on the ground. his pinky brushing against your own. neither of you pulled away. "you know.." he said after a long pause. "i could try to break open the door. but a part of me... doesnt want to."
"august.."
he leaned in close enough that you could feel his breath. his joking tone was long gone now, replaced with something that made your pulse speed up.
"yeah..?" he asked softly.
you didnt answer. couldnt. the moment stretched and your mind was screaming at you to make a move. his hand covered yours, his eyes flicking to your lips from your eyes. you swallowed again and finally leaned in kissing him gently. it lasted only a second, but as soon as you pulled away he maneuvered your body to be on top of him. your fingers laced in his hair, and you instinctually grinded your body on him. he pulled away with a slight gasp.
you cuss, "shit- uh-- was that too much? i didnt--" you stammered.
"youre cute when youre embarrassed." he said, suddenly, changing positions to pick you up, holding you by the back of your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck. you gasped when he started walking towards his deck. he swatted clear the table letting it fall to the ground.
"august!" you gasp.
"dont care bout that right now, yeah? just focus on me." you nodded and pulled him back in for a passionate kiss, falling back on the desk as your hands roamed his clothed chest. you unclasped the straps on his overalls, tugging at his t shirt. you arched your back as his hands travelled under the back of your shirt to unclasp your bra. he did so with little struggle, taking off his gloves while you removed your shirt. you pull him back in for a kiss before he could get a good look at your body, but that didnt stop him from groping your breasts. not that you were complaining, tangling your fingers in his hair. your tongue met his, swirling together. you pull apart reluctantly, "it isnt fair im the only one shirtless," you tugged on his shirt again, and he stepped back taking it off and throwing it somewhere on the ground. while he got undressed, you took off your bottoms and soon enough both of you were naked. you kept your gaze locked on his eyes, pulling him back again. you through your head back as he kissed down your neck, all the way to your pelvis. you stopped him, "august-- um-- you dont have to if you dont want to, i know some men dont like--"
he blinks, "im bout to eat you out like a starving man and youre worried about what i think?" he laughed, "baby, let me get a taste," he rested his hands on your knees and you spread your legs for him, and he dived in. sucking on your clit while his fingers slid inside, pumping in and out. you through your head back, trying to resist the urge to squeeze his head with your thighs. he only hummed, pulling you by your hips to get closer. you shiver, trying to cover your moans. when he sucked on your clit you cried out. your thighs clamping around his head. his two fingers kept pumping, curling, and traveling deeper. your hips roll in anticipation, feeling yourself get closer to finishing. you were needy, moaning his name which encouraged him.
you clenched down on his fingers, trying to warn him as you came. he didnt seem to mind, licking up your mess. he stood up as you were catching your breath, "think youre ready for me?" you nodded, and he lined himself up, slowly pushing in. you gasped, moaning and he wasnt being quiet either; he was rather vocal about his pleasure. you held him close as he started to move. you moaned and panted in his neck, every word between you two was incoherent. your nails raked down his back, leaving angry red lines. he ignored it, too focused on how tight you were gripping him, how warm you felt. the desk repeatedly slammed into the wall, and he lifted one of your legs above his shoulder. the new angle made you squeal, "ah-- august! right there!" he listened, angling to hit that spot over again.
"keep grippin me like that and i wont last much longer--" he grunted, his thrusts growing sloppy and frantic. the table creeks but you pay it no mind. it felt so good, the sound of his skin on yours echoing in the room. you pull him in, cupping his face and tucking his hair behind his ear to kiss him. you were mere seconds away from finishing, and judging by his body language he was too. you both moaned as the both of you came. he was quick to pull out, making a mess on your lower stomach. while you came down from your highs, your lips met his, sighing in relaxation. he finally leaned back, palms braced on the desk on either side of your hips breathing unevenly. his grin came back. "wow" he said, catching his breath, "that was..."
you tried to steady your voice, still flushed from everything that just happened. "wow?" you echoed, teasing. "thats all you can say? i expected more."
he chuckled, head dropping for a second before he looked up again. "amazing, unforgettable, marvelous. want more adjectives?"
you laughed quietly, "no thanks, but how will we get out of here?"
he hummed thinking for a moment. "right... that."
you suddenly perked up, "wait, your choker! cant you call someone?"
he blinked, like the thought just occurred to him. "oh yeah-- i guess i could." he paused. "...or" he said slowly, "i could just remove the ruler wedged in the door."
you stared at him "what."
he smiled, unbothered. "yeah, i noticed it a while back. didnt say anythin cause, well... i was enjoying the company."
your jaw dropped. "are you kidding me?!"
"nope!"
you smacked his arm, earning a sly grin in return. you rolled your eyes, shaking your head.
"oh well," he said brightly, already straighten his overalls. "but in my defense, you didnt seem in a hurry to leave."
you brush out your clothes, "unbelievable."
"uh-huh." he said, clearly pleased with himself as he crossed the room. he reached up and tugged free a now bent metal ruler from the door track. with a soft scrape the door slid open. he turned to you with that maddening grin. "see? freedom."
you crossed your arms, trying not to smile. "you’re lucky youre cute."
"very lucky," he said, holding the door open for you like the worlds most dramatic gentleman.
you stepped past him, shaking your head-- heart still fluttering despite yourself. "so… does this make you my boyfriend now?"
"only if you keep baking me cookies," he teased.
you snorted. "thats all it takes?"
"what? a mans gotta have standards," he said, mock offended, pressing a hand to his chest. "cookies and your company. thats the deal"
you couldn’t help but laugh. "youre such a dork."
“yeah, but im your dork,” he said, the words slipping out before he could stop them. it wasnt loud or dramatic like most things he said-- just honest. you blinked, caught off guard. he rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking a little shy despite the grin still tugging at his mouth. "uh… i mean, if thats okay? that were, you know."
the teasing in your voice faltered, replaced by warmth. "id like that."
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CW. / afab reader, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it!), cumming inside, dumbification, blowjobs, handjobs, cunnilingus mentions, shower sex,, pegging, rimming, lmk if I missed anything else!!
A/N. / guys I wrote this over 2 days you can see me actually lose my mind as I get past/around follo's part, I genuinely was losing my mind, I just didn't know what I was writing anymore
CLEANERS.
ENJIN loves doggy style
he loves watching the way your back flexes, bonus points if you have any tattoos of sorts. but his ultimate favorite part of it is when his chest is against your back, he can feel everything, your heartbeat, your spine, and your ribs. it feels extremely intimate, like this is truly the closest you can be with someone.
his arms drape over yours, intertwining your fingers with his as his hips move in slow, gentle movements. he can feel your breathing pattern, feeling the way your breath hitches as he hits that sweet spot inside you. your face is buried into the pillow, enjin's fingers running over your own as he whispers praises into your ear.
“you're so fuckin' gorgeous, you know that? I feel like the luckiest man on the Ground when I'm with you.” his lips hover over your skin, kissing your shoulders, your back, the nape of your neck. it's nights like these, where you truly never want it to end.
ZANKA's favorite is cowgirl
watching the way you grind against him, his hands cuffed to the headboard, he's so desperate to touch you, to feel your skin against his as the squelching noise connecting you two floods his mind.
his upper teeth bite down on to his bottom lip, a feeble attempt to silence his noises. enjin is in the room next to him, and he can't be hearing how you make him beg so prettily. your hand reaches up to cup zanka's cheek, wiping the tears that stained his skin.
“can i— can i touch you? please?” he tugs on the cuffs, gaze turning to watch the way you swallow him up with each bounce of your hips, a whimper squeaking from his throat. “i've been s' good, been a good boy, wanna touch you so bad...” he sobs, shaking his head as you increase in pace. he's trying so hard to keep his noises down, but it's nearly impossible, you're squeezing him too fucking good.
“m' gonna— gonna come! oh my god! oh m' god!” zanka throws his head back, hips stuttering up as he releases inside you, going cross-eyed and hiccuping as he slowly comes down from his orgasm.
TAMSY adores any sort of standing position.
he loves how flexible you are, your knee over his shoulder, your other leg keeping you standing up. warm water runs down the both of you, the splashing keeping tamsy's moans hidden. his hand grips your knee, the other holding your hip to keep his own self steady.
beige hair sticks to his forehead, his body leaning in to press his lips against you, the position change making him hit against your g-spot with every thrust. “y' so good t' me, love you so much...” he mumbles against your lips, biting down on your bottom lip before pulling away and burying himself into the crook of your neck.
“m' gonna come, gonna come inside you, please!” he doesn't know what he's begging for, the pleasure going to his head as his hips stutter, sinking himself deeper into you, filling you up as his eyes roll back before he slowly calms down, allowing the warm shower water to wash over him.
BRO appreciates missionary
he loves being able to see your body, loves the way your face twists as he fucks so gently into you. it's been such a long day, taking care of trash beasts plus babysitting both dear and guita puts a toll on you.
so when bro fucks you all gentle like this, you know it's gonna escalate soon enough. your legs are holstered up on to bro's shoulders, his hands gripping your thighs firmly as his pace increases. fuck, it feels like heaven, hitting that sweet spot inside you with each slap of his hips against your own.
it's not long now before the need to come overwhelms you, one hand desperately reaching out before bro grabs it, his thumb rubbing against your palm as he spills right into your womb.
CORVUS loves any angle that shows your face
whether it's you on top of him, underneath, corvus appreciates all the angles that he can see your face from. but his most favorite is you between his legs, his cock in your mouth as your eyes never leave his.
he's impossible to take fully, so you have to jerk off whatever is unable to fit into your mouth. his hands are gentle, one grabbing the back of your head while the other cups your cheek. fuck, you're so fucking wet it's impossible to keep your noises down. but when he needs to, corvus can get a little rough on accident.
as his orgasm nears, his eyebrows furrow together, the hand on the back of your head pulling you nearly all the way down his dick, gagging on his length as he comes directly down your throat, but don't worry, he makes up for it by eating you out on his desk later.
GRIS is a simple man, who likes simple things
often you find yourself on top of gris, whether it's riding him or him eating you out like a man starved, gris prefers positions where you're above him. pegging him will have him biting the pillow, while riding him has him covering his mouth so the others don't hear him.
his hands grip the sheets tightly, knuckles turning white as your strap hits that exact spot that sends shivers down his spine. his hands soon reaching for his thighs to expose himself for you more, the grip he has on your dildo is near astronomical. “m' gonna come... if you keep hitting me there...” and that's enough to motivate you. you lean forward, hand curling through his hair to push his face right into the pillow, your hips slamming against his, abusing his prostate with each thrust. “oh— oh shit, oh m' god! that's... that's it baby, that's the spot— fuuuckkkk!”
his hands mindlessly wave before gripping your hips, and one final thrust has him squirming like a bug, heavy gasps escaping him as he comes all over the sheets. “so fuckin good baby...” you lean down, wiping the drool that ran down his chin.
AUGUST really loves having you in a mating press
it's his favorite because he loves how close the both of you are. his lips pepper kisses all over your jaw—hips pressing against your own as your feet are locked around his neck. august may be loud and proud outside the bedroom, but inside? he's nothing but a softie.
his hands run up and down your sides, like he's assessing every detail of your body. his fingers trail the scars that littered your skin, memorizing how each one was deeper than the last. he slowly pulls away from your neck, face hovering above yours as his hair becomes a makeshift curtain between the two of you.
“yer' goddamn gorgeous baby, you know that right?” you giggle, but it's quickly replaced into a soft moan, your fingers coming up to curl into august's hair as his hips gently brush against yours. “august...” your voice interrupts the silence, snapping august out of his daydream. you don't need to say anymore, it's like he knows you already, he practically knows you like the back of his hand.
FOLLO prefers positions with you in charge
a line of drool leaks from his lips as his hands attempt to grip at nothing. you've been fucking him for god knows how long, having him stuck in a full nelson, a mirror set in front of him to make him watch you fuck him stupid.
“please—please... need more... want more...” he mindlessly babbles, gaze turning to the mirror to watch your cock slam into him at full force. god he's so fucking dizzy. cock leaking and still sensitive from his earlier orgasms. “slow...” follo tries to speak, but it comes out as nothing more than a desperate whine, his fingers digging into his thighs to keep himself spread open.
“you treat me... s' good, love you so much.” follo whines, his toes curling as you slam against his prostate. “wanna come f' you, lemme... come..." with a loud whine, follo arches his back up, hips stuttering as his cum spurts on to the floor, painting the floor white before slumping back against your chest.
RAIDERS.
JABBER loves EVERYTHING.
he absolutely loves when you manhandle him, but his favorite is when he's on top of you, your tongue plunging right into his hole.
“shit mamas— fuck! so warm inside me...” he giggles, hips grinding against your mouth as his fingers grip your hair, pulling you in closer. his cock twitches between his legs, pre-cum dripping between your cheek and the bed beneath you. “fuckin' me so good, gimmie more.” jabber throws his head back, legs shaking as he struggles to keep himself up.
“fuck meeee... can I touch myself? please?” at your nod of approval, jabber is immediate to grab his cock, jerking off in time with the thrusts of your tongue. “y' make me feel so good, i'd kill to feel this every damn day.”
it's not long before jabber begins to get desperate, his orgasm closing in by the second, mankira cold against his heated skin before his hips buck up, spilling on to both the floor and your face.
FU doesn't have any favorites, he likes what you like
so when you fold him into an amazon, he's left a whimpering mess. you're so very mean, your hands gripping fu's ankles to give yourself a better angle, plunging yourself on to him with each bounce of your hips.
“s—stop! my legs can't bend... that far...” his hands desperately grab at anything, before landing on the sheets beneath him, gripping so hard that his poor knuckles turn white. “shut up.” and shut up he does, only little whimpers and gasps leaving him.
“I... I feel weird, ah— don't stop...!” fu throws his head back, hands lifting to grab your thighs as he stills himself, eyes lidded and breathing uneven.
BUNDUS loves spooning
he's a bit too big to really do anything, so having you cupped against his chest, one hand keeping your leg up as the other fondles your tits, it's like heaven to him.
“goddamn baby, dunno how much longer I can keep up.” his thick accent interrupts your thoughts, hips stuttering as he plunges straight into you, drinking in the soft groans that left his lips.
the hand on your thigh slowly snakes down to your stomach, feeling himself inside you. it's near enough to bring him over the edge. “I love ya' so much, y'know that sweetheart?” his voice cracks, craving you more and more before his hips thrust up one last time, coating your insides white with a loud moan.
ZODYL is into anything you're into
but his absolute favorite is cowgirl, he loves watching you straddle him, your hands grabbing his wrists to pin him to the mattress, your hair covering the both of you. he's not exactly loud either, soft wheezes and a few small groans, but he prefers to hear your voice over his, although if you ask, he'll be louder.
zodyl grunts as you slowly grind against him, dark grey streaks of hair against his forehead. you've been going at it for what feels like forever, zodyl's cock an oversensitive mess. he refuses to make eye contact, instead settling on the way you rubbed against his cock, not fully inside him, but simply rutting your cunt against him.
feels like hell, he wants to come, wants to pull away at the same time. his breathing's heavy, and he finally courages to look up at you, that confident smirk you wear makes him twitch, pre oozing out his slit. “my poor zodie... you wanna come?”
he responds with nothing but a simple nod, and with your permission, his orgasm nears. his hands escape your grasp, reaching for your hips to lift you up and slam you down on his cock, that action alone enough to make him come, filling you up before calming down from his high.
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