The morning sun filtered softly through the slats of the blinds, casting warm, golden stripes across the messy sheets. It was a rare, quiet moment in the chaotic world of the shelter, and you wanted to soak in it forever.
You shifted slightly, intending to stretch, but something heavy and warm anchored you in place. Zanka had his arms tightly wrapped around your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck. His breathing was slow and steady, blowing warm air against your skin, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.
You smiled, turning your head a bit to plant a soft kiss on his messy hair. As much as you wanted to stay trapped in his embrace all day, reality suddenly hit you. Today was mission day. The team had a massive operation scheduled, and being late was not an option.
"Zanka," you whispered, your voice raspy with sleep. "Hey, wake up. We need to get ready. There's a mission."
A low, disgruntled grunt vibrated against your skin. Instead of loosening his grip, Zanka tightened his arms, pulling you completely flush against his chest.
"Five more minutes," he murmured, his voice incredibly deep and rough from sleep.
"We don't have five minutes, love," you said with a soft chuckle, placing your hands on his forearms to gently pry them open. "Enjin will be knocking on our door any second. Let me get up."
You managed to free your torso and sat up, feeling the cool morning air on your bare shoulders. But you didn't get very far. Before your feet could even touch the floor, a pair of strong hands grabbed you by the hips. With a sudden, gentle yank, Zanka dragged you back onto the mattress.
A gasp escaped your lips as you fell flat on your back, and within a second, Zanka was already hovering over you. His usual sharp, guarded expression was completely gone, replaced by a soft, heavy-lidded gaze that made your heart skip a beat. He looked incredibly handsome like this: disarmed, relaxed, and entirely focused on you.
"Stay," he murmured, his thumb caressing your waist.
"Zanka, seriously, we're going to be late," you protested, though your hands automatically found their way to his shoulders, feeling the firm muscle beneath his sleeping shirt.
Instead of answering, Zanka leaned down, leaving a trail of slow, deliberate kisses along your jawline, moving down to your neck. You let out a quiet sigh, tangling your fingers in his hair. He knew exactly what he was doing. He bit your skin gently, just enough to make you gasp, before soothing the spot with his tongue.
The lazy atmosphere shifted instantly, turning thick with a sudden, heavy passion. Zanka's hands slid underneath your shirt, his warm palms pressing against your bare skin as he molded his body to yours. The urgency of the mission began to fade into the background, completely eclipsed by the friction of his lips against yours when he finally brought his mouth to yours.
The kiss was deep, possessive, and filled with a needy hunger he usually hid behind his rough exterior.
Your breath hitched as his knee parted your thighs, and his hands pinned your wrists above your head. The heat between you was rising rapidly, your hearts beating in unison, and just as Zanka lowered his lips to your collarbone, ready to take things much further...
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Yo! Lovebirds!" Enjin's loud, booming voice shattered the silence from the other side of the door. "The truck is loaded and everyone is waiting. If you guys aren't down in five minutes, I'm coming in to drag you out by the ankles!"
Zanka froze. His forehead rested against your collarbone for a long, agonizing second as he let out a deeply frustrated, muffled curse against your skin.
"We're coming!" Zanka yelled back, his voice thick with irritation, tightening his fingers against the mattress.
"Five minutes, Zanka! Don't make me kick the door down!" Enjin chuckled, and his footsteps finally faded down the hallway.
You couldn't help it; a breathless laugh escaped your lips. Zanka sat up slightly, looking down at you with pure frustration reflected in his eyes and his cheeks tinged with a faint flush. His hair was an absolute disaster, and his lips were slightly swollen from the kisses.
"I hate him," Zanka growled, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against yours. "Well, I wish I did."
"We have to go," you whispered, running your fingers through his hair to soothe him, even though you felt just as breathless and unsatisfied as he did.
Zanka let out a long, dramatic sigh, slowly releasing your wrists. He leaned in one last time, catching your lips in a brief, rough kiss that left you dizzy. When he pulled away, his dark eyes locked onto yours with absolute promise.
"This isn't over," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky promise as he finally sat up and let you out of bed. "The second we get back from this mission, I'm locking that door. And you're not leaving this bed for the rest of the night."
A shiver ran through your body at the intensity of his voice. You smiled, tossing him his uniform jacket from the chair.
Zanka just learn how much he loves to tease you (request)
Zanka was completely convinced that you didnât have an off-button, let alone a sense of personal space.
The rest of the team would always know exactly where the two of you were, and the reason was simple: the loud echo of a confident laugh, an unnecessary boast about how incredibly skilled he was, and, almost immediately, the sound of Zanka complaining or sighing in frustration.
"Look everyone at the great Zanka, the strongest warrior, melting at a simple touch of my hand!" you announced loudly to the entire room, shamelessly intertwining your fingers with his as you walked down the hallway.
"Shut your mouth! I'm not melting over anything!" Zanka shot back, his cheeks burning a bright red that completely contradicted his harsh words. "And let go of me, we're working!"
But you never let go. You loved initiating physical contact, doing so with a boundless, lazy confidence, as if you had every right in the world to him. If he was sitting down cleaning Assistaff, you would slide up behind him to wrap your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder while bragging about your latest mission. If you were walking down the street, you would catch him by surprise by grabbing his hand, or even spin him around to plant a quick kiss on the back of his knuckles, flashing him a smug smile that always managed to put him on the defensive.
Zanka always protested, grumbled, and told you that you were a noisy distraction, but the reality was that he never pulled away. He had grown so used to your chaotic rhythm that, to him, your constant affection was simply his new normal.
The problem arose one afternoon when the headquarters fell into an unusual silence.
Zanka was sitting on the edge of the common area couch, visibly exhausted after a grueling training session with the team.
His hair was a bit messy and his guard was down. You sat next to him, strangely quiet for once, stretching your arms to relax.
By pure instinct, Zanka braced for the usual assault: the loud arm over his shoulders, the firm grip on his waist, or some self-centered tease. But nothing came. Glancing at you sideways, he saw you were simply staring out the window, distracted.
Aware of how much effort you always put into getting his attention, Zanka exhaled heavily, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and made a decision.
For the first time, he took the initiative.
Zanka reached out, caught your hand on the couch, and pulled you gently but firmly, forcing you to lean back against his chest. Then, almost protectively, he wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you into his body in a genuinely sweet and warm embrace.
"Hey..." Zanka murmured in a low voice, trying to sound indifferent. "Since you're so quiet for once, stay like this for a while."
He expected an immediate response. He expected you to mock him, to shout to the high heavens that Zanka Nijiku had finally begged for love, or to boast about your "victory" with that loud laugh that defined you so much.
But all he received was absolute silence.
Zanka frowned, puzzled by the lack of noise. He felt your body go completely rigid in his arms. Tilting his head to look at your face, he froze.
All your wild confidence had evaporated. Your eyes were wide open, fixed on the floor, and an intense, violent crimson blush covered you from your cheeks to your ears. You werenât talking. You werenât even breathing properly.
Panic seized him instantly. His mind raced at a thousand miles per hour, assuming the worst.
"What's wrong!?" Zanka exclaimed, his voice rising in pitch out of pure anxiety as he half-released your waist. "Did I hurt you? Did I squeeze too hard?"
"N-No... I..." you began to stammer, your voice so soft and timid that Zanka barely recognized you. You covered your face with both hands, desperately trying to hide your embarrassment. "It's not... you didn't do anything w-wrong, Zanka..."
"Then why are you stammering and shaking like a scared little puppy!?" he demanded, his heart pounding in his chest from the scare. "You're always shouting and acting like you own the place! You're scaring me!"
"It's just... you n-never do this!" you finally managed to confess, peeking through your fingers with eyes shining with pure shyness. "I-I'm always the one who touches you first... I'm not... I'm not used to you being so... so damn sweet to me, idiot. It caught me off guard. But... I love it. I love that you did it first."
Zanka went speechless for a couple of seconds, processing your rushed words as he observed your curled-up, completely vulnerable figure in his lap. Realization hit him all at once, clearing away all the panic and replacing it with a massive, smug wave of self-satisfaction.
A malicious, mocking smirk began to form on Zanka's lips.
"Well, well, well..." he drawled, intentionally leaning closer to your ear, enjoying how you flinched. "So this is your weak spot. You get like this if I lift a single finger?"
"S-Shut up!" you shrieked, burying your head into his shoulder to hide your completely red face.
"No, I don't think I'll shut up," Zanka chuckled, a husky and genuinely amused sound as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist again, this time with total confidence. "Where did all that confidence you always brag about go? Weren't you going to tell the whole headquarters how I have you trapped in my arms right now? Come on, shout it. I want to hear you."
"Zanka, please..." you pleaded in a whisper, completely defenseless against his sudden change in attitude.
"How silly you are," he murmured, but his tone turned immensely warm as he planted a quick kiss on the crown of your head, hugging you even tighter. "If I had known that a little bit of affection would shut you up and make you look this cute, I would have done it since day one. Get ready, because I plan on doing this very often."
Loveâs breath catches in their chest when heâs leaning over them like this, and their knees start to give out. Antonâs quick to catch them with a hand around their waist, holding them up against him with that adorable furrow in his brows.
âLove? Whatâs wrong?â
They couldnât speak, cheeks flushing under his intense (albeit worried) gaze.
âI-âŠâ
A squeak escaped them as Anton leaned in closer, their hands coming up to rest against his chest, although they werenât sure if they were pushing him away or pulling him in closer. Probably the latter.
Anton finally caught on, eyes widening in recognition before settling as he tilted his head and smirked in the gentle, charming way he always does.
âMmm⊠you like this.â
Love nodded, the heat rising to their ears but they were unable to look away.
His hand tightened around their waist, preventing them from escaping. (Not that theyâd want to.) leaning down, his breath tickled their ear before he nibbled their lobe, eliciting a gasp from his mate.
He chuckled darkly, hand that was against the doorframe now reaching up to take off his glasses and raise them to the top of his head.
Love felt their heart speed up. Gods, he was so handsome.
Anton took one step forward, then another, and cornered them between the doorframe and his body. His hand returned to the frame, trapping Love from all sides.
âThen youâll also like when I do this.â He smirked, eyes meeting once more before his gaze lowered to their lips. Loveâs hands fisted his shirt, tugging him toward them, growing impatient.
âPlease.â They whispered.
Antonâs lips found theirs in reply.
The ground shook a little under their feet, making Anton smile into the kiss. He loved feeling the effect he had on them.
Hello there !! I saw your last post and I'm wondering if it'd be alright w you if you wrote an inexperienced zanka x inexperienced reader ? But also maybe zanka did more research about this stuff so he's more prepared ?? Thankyou! Love ya
đ anon
Ofc!! Theres no specific gender reader requested so I'm just going to go with female anatomy, hopefully you enjoy!
You could feel your face getting more flushed by the moment, your heart thumping so loud in your chest you swear he could hear it. You've never kissed a guy before getting with zanka, much less fucked one. You havent the slightest idea where to start, which is kind of a problem considering your boyfriend is currently naked and inbetween your own bare thighs.
"Are.. you sure you've never done this before?" You question him, a gasp escaping your mouth once you feel a graze against your cunt.
"This is my first time, too.." He reassures you, thumb rubbing small circles into your clit. He's taking his sweet time with you, observing your reactions to every little touch he gives. Truth is, he's so nervous he feels he could die. He's really never done this with anyone before, and he's terrified of fucking it up.
With his touch, you lay your head back against the pillow, soft moans leaving your throat. "Haa, zanka.. 's not enough.." you whine, hips bucking into his hand in hopes he gives you more.
Zanka gulps, nodding as he adjusted his hand position. Now, he's sliding a finger into you, his head dipping down to give a shy lick at your clit.
You gasp at the foreign feeling, back arching a bit off the bed as you try to keep your legs open. "Mm.. it tickles, zanka.. feels so good.." you sigh, your hands coming up to tangle themselves in his hair.
Zanka hums into your cunt, slowly adding in a second finger. His pace is slow and cautious, eyes boring into your face as he does his best to pleasure you.
You whine softly for him, hips grinding onto his face as you push his head deeper into you. "Please, zanka.. i need more.."
Eventually he comes up, hands moving to grip your hips as he moves to give you a kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, but you dont mind.
"Can I be inside you now? Please?" He sighs into your mouth, voice low and eager. You nod at his request, pulling him closer to you. "Yeah.. please, hurry. "
He wastes no time in lining his thick cock with your entrance, slowly pushing himself in. "Fuck, baby.. look at that. Your cunt just sucks me right in.. ya sure I'm your first? You've never let anyone else be inside this pretty pussy of yours?"
You bite your lip in attempt to muffle the moans escaping your throat, head leaning back as you feel him bottom out. "Oh, god.. fuck, yeah you're the only one.."
Zanka hums, pleased with your answer before he slowly starts to thrust. He could dirty talk you all he wants, nothing will change the fact that he's a virgin just like you, and is currently fighting a battle to not become a one pump chump. Seriously, how is he expected to last more than 3 seconds with your wet heat pulling him in everytime he pulls out?
"God, 'm close already.. dont wanna cum without ya.." He sighs into your neck, prepping your skin with kisses.
You let out a giggle, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him in closer. "Come on, cum fa me. You can just finish me off with your mouth afterwards, yeah?"
He lets out a deep groan before giving you a nod. Suddenly, his grip on your hips become harder, and he's thrusting into you without mercy. It doesn't take long for him before he's spilling his hot virgin cum inside of your unmarked cunt.
"Fuck, zanka.. you dirty boy.. did it feel that good for you?" You tease, your hand running through his already messy hair. You let out a sigh when he pulls out, cunt squeezing around nothing as his cum dribbles out of you.
He immediately moves to finish you off, his face buried into your heat, tongue lapping up the cum he just spilled.
"Mmm, yeah.. Just like that, baby.. where'd you learn to do that?" You question him, hips grinding into his face as he sucked on your swollen clit.
"I looked it up.." His words are muffled, so much that you can barely understand what he's saying. You let out a chuckle once you piece it together, your hand giving his hair a tight squeeze. "Yeah? You looked up how to please your girlfriend?"
He nods, humming into you. He gives your clit an experimental nibble before giving you a big suck, his fingers finding themselves back inside of you.
You can feel your orgasm approaching, moans taking up the entire room as you near cumming all over your boyfriends face. You bite your lip, nearly drawing blood before your climax comes crashing down.
You push zanka's face further into you, back arching off of the bed as a particular loud whine escapes your throat. "Fuck! Yeah, baby right there.." you gasp, riding out your orgasm on zanka's pretty face.
Who knew your virgin boyfriend was going to be so good at making you cum.
âââ đĘĘá SEX CHOCOLATEđĘĘ đĘĘ đĘĘ â 18+ âââ
đĘĘá ft. tamsy, enjin, zanka
đ semiu tells you about an aphrodisiac she tried with her girlfriend and, well⊠you just have to try it on your man.
đĘĘá fem reader, yeah they donât know about it at first but its all fun and games nobody gets hurt and itâs all consensual sex, pet names, enjin saying off the wall shit, tamsy being a lil freak, and zanka being a brat.
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â tamsy
Tamsy trusts you.
Thinks nothing of it when you casually offer him a treat. Youâd never do anything remotely unsavory to him, right? Because heâs obsessed with you and you can do no wrong in his eyes.
Now, as he has you stretched open in his bed, fingers laced with yours and pinned to the mattress, he wonders if youâve done this to him.
That itâs your fault heâs thrusting even after his thighs start burning. Cock achy and sensitive while he chases his third orgasm, pussy stuffed full.
âAngel,â he moans. Tamsyâs lids lower further, cheeks flushed bright pink. Drool drips from parted lips, splattering on your collarbone. âYou gave me something.â
You shake your head furiously, back arching as he fucks you faster. His name falls from your mouth over and over as your pleasure rips through you.
Tamsy squeezes his eyes shut. His cock throbs. He cums again, a low, wrecked moan sticking in his throat.
His hips donât stop.
âDonât lie to me.â
âIâm sorry!â
âYour apology is weak.â He dips down kissing your jaw, your throat. âIf truly want to show youâre sorry,â he murmurs. âYouâll cry for me, pretty little angel.â
Tamsy fucks you so long you fall asleep right after, sore and with dried tears on your cheeks.
You smack the chocolate from his hand the next time heâs offered any.
â enjin
No manâs land makes Enjin want to rip his hair out. Each time he gets assigned out there he smokes ten cigarettes in a row.
In the jeep on the ride over, you offer Enjin a treat. Holding it in your open palm from the passenger seat. You tell him itâs a pick me upâ an⊠energizer of sorts.
He asks you to feed it to him, of course. Enjin murmurs, âThanks, sweetheart. You always know just what I need,â in that low teasing tone, and Rudo tells the two of you to stop being so fucking gross from the backseat.
Enjinâs cock is hard enough to cut diamonds in the middle of destroying a trash beast.
He octoshreds the monster and simultaneously pictures your tight wet pussy. Revisits the memory of folding you in half like a lawn chair last night and fucking you until you drenched his pelvis.
Enjin watches you fight from the top of a âsandâ heap. Leers at your body as you twist and jump and murder trash beasts with fierce grace.
Thereâs a couple monsters left, but he leaves them for the others. His cock throbs and sticks to his underwear as he finds you, drags you by the wrist to his jeep.
âEnjinâ wait! Wâ What about the others?â
âDonât fucking care. I need that sweet pussy right now or Iâll hump a trash beast like a dog. You donât want to see that, right?â
Enjin manhandles you around the opposite side of the jeep, out of sight, and swings open the door. He bends you over the backseat and yanks your pants under your ass.
You wail, his thick cock splitting you open, pushing your hips back into him.
âEnjin!â
âChrist. Youâre tighter than a fucking nun,â he groans through his teeth. Enjin smacks your ass. âNow bounce that ass, baby.â
Itâs okay, the chaotic fighting covers your screaming.
â zanka
Zanka is pissed.
Heâs spent the last hour fighting a boner during dinner.
You gave him some beautifully wrapped sweet chocolate right before youâd scampered off with some lame excuse about training.
Zanka prides himself on not being a dumbass. He knows, without a doubt, youâre the reason he had to escape to the bathroom and point his dick upwards to hide it behind his waistband.
The door to your dorm almost flies off the hinges. Zanka stands in the frame, eyes glowing like heâs about to use his jinki.
âWhat the fuck did you give me!â
You lower your magazine, sitting up in bed, blinking innocently. âWhat ever do you mean?â
Zanka practically vibrates. He slams your door shut and stomps over to your bed. Roughly, Zanka catches your hand and presses it to his cock. It pulses under your hand.
âThis,â he hisses, presses his cock harder against your palm. âWhy did I eat that sweet and then think about you on your knees and playing with your pussy for an hour?â
âOh. Well. Semiu told me about this aphrodisiac chocolate and I wanted to try it.â Zanka doesnât stop you from sliding your hand under the hem of his pants, skin on skin. âDid it work?â
Zanka is blushing. Flustered. Pouts lightly as his lashes flutter.
âFuck. Fine. Get on your knees, then.â
âSay the magic word, baby,â you tease, thumbing the head.
Hiiiiiii!!! Hope your having a good day! âïžË¶âčêŽâč˶âïž
Can I request request Zanka x sleepyhead!reader. Where reader used to always take naps where ever and when ever she gets the chance to,but changed when she started dating Zanka. Now she naps where ever he is! And maybe sometimes on him if she gets the chance to. (*ÂŽÏïœ*)
Thank youuu and feel free to ignore!!!! |˶Ëá”Ë )ïŸïŸ
Before Zanka, sleep was just an unpredictable reflex. You were famous for your ability to fall asleep in any microsecond. You'd nap on top of a pile of empty boxes, curled up under August's stack of fabrics, and once, to everyone's horror, face down on a mountain of already sorted trash during a short break.
You slept anywhere, anytime. It didn't matter if the floor was hard or the room noisy. If your eyes got heavy, you'd succumb.
But after you and Zanka started dating, your internal radar shifted completely.
You didn't stop napping...that was impossible, but your choice of spot changed drastically. You no longer collapsed in random corners of the base. Instead, you developed a whole new habit: you only slept where Zanka was.
"Are you serious right now?" Enjin grumbled, entering the common room one afternoon. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the floor.
Zanka sat cross-legged against the wall, aggressively polishing his weapon. His face was a mask of intense concentration, but he was completely immobilized from the waist down. You were curled up on the floor right next to him, using his left thigh as a pillow. Your eyes were tightly closed, and your breathing was slow and rhythmic.
"Don't shout," Zanka hissed, his voice a harsh but low whisper. A deep blush crept up his neck, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. "You'll wake her up."
"Why is she sleeping there? There are literally couches next to you," Enjin sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Because she wants to be here, okay?!" Zanka snapped back, turning his face away to hide his embarrassment.
The truth was, Zanka's presence had become your ultimate comfort zone. In a world as chaotic and dangerous as this, his proud yet fiercely protective nature acted as a shield. When you were near him, your brain finally felt safe enough to shut down completely.
At first, Zanka hadn't known how to handle it. He was a guy who lived for action, discipline, and looking imposing. Having a girlfriend who constantly turned him into a human mattress wasn't exactly part of his training regimen.
But little by little, he learned to adapt.
A few weeks later, the Cleaners were taking a break after a grueling cleanup operation. The team was scattered around a makeshift rest area. Zanka sat on a wooden bench, arms crossed over his chest, staring at the horizon with a frown as he ran through his combat moves in his head.
You approached him, blinking heavily from the sudden wave of exhaustion hitting your limbs. Without a word, you plopped down beside him. You didn't just lean against him; you settled in until you were practically in his lap, your arms loosely wrapped around his torso, your face buried in the crook of his neck.
Zanka stiffened completely. His hands floated in the air for a second, unsure where to go.
"Uh. Hey," he murmured, his heart pounding against his ribs. "People are watching."
You just let out a soft, pleased moan, tightening your grip on his shirt as your eyes closed. The ambient warmth radiating from him was better than any blanket.
Zanka glanced around warily. Rudo was busy staring at a piece of scrap metal, and Enjin was chatting with the others, but he still felt intensely watched. He swallowed, his pride battling the overwhelming wave of affection crashing over him.
Defeated by your utter, stubborn comfort, Zanka let out a long sigh. His shoulders relaxed. Slowly, carefully, he wrapped one of his large, calloused hands around your waist, pulling you firmly against his chest. His other hand moved up, gently tangling his fingers in your hair, stroking it.
"You're ridiculous," he murmured, his voice softening into a tone he only used when you were alone. "A real menace."
He rested his chin lightly on your head. He would never admit it aloud to Enjin or the others, but as he sat there holding you, listening to the steady rhythm of your breathing, Zanka decided he didn't mind being your favorite place to sleep at all. In fact, he'd fight anyone who tried to take it from you.
Idea for you: Gachiakuta men + Semiu getting so overwhelmed with pleasure after an intense day of edging that their thighs shake and they start whimpering and tearing up đââïž
GACHIAKUTA
men + semiu and dacryphilia + edging.
CW./ lots and lots of dacryphilia and edging, inappropriate use of vital instruments x2, semi-public sex, maso/sadist, impact play, consensual somnophilia, strap refered as cock, cockwarming, riding, footjob, face-fucking, oral (f/m receiving), cunnilingus, remote controlled vibrators, dildos, unprotected sex, asphyxiation, thigh fucking, begging, body worship, bondage, licking tears, nipple sucking, fingering, awfully written girl on girl action, hair pulling, blood mentions, finger fucking, tamsy is upside down fyi, I think that's all, lmk if I missed anything...
A/N./ anon u sent me this a month ago and I only finished now I'M SO SORRYYYYY I'M SO LAZY AND INCOMPETENT I'LL TRY BETTER NEXT TIME, I also had a really big brain fart for semiu bcs I'm terrible at writing sex with women, also do y'all think i should add regto to these, lmk!!!!
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âfuck⊠you're killinâ meeeeâŠâ ENJIN throws his head back, hands just out of reach of his cock, his tip leaking and thighs shaking as his hips buck into your touch. the ropes around enjinâs wrists and abdomen prevent him from touching himself, fingers just mere inches away from his cock, painfully trying in vain to touch what he can't have.
âplease baby⊠pleaseâŠâ he sobs, throwing his head to the side as you wrap your hand back around him, slowly pumping up and down before your thumb rubs across the tip, sending him into a daze. âgod, you're such a fuckingâ ah!â your thumb rubs across a particular piercing, forcing a moan out of enjinâs mouth before he can bite his bottom lip, whining pathetically.
âlet me come baby, please? you've been.. aâat this⊠fâ hours, can barely feel âm legs.â you look up at enjin from where you sat in between his legs, watching him squirm and wiggle helplessly. âhmm⊠I dunnooooâŠâ you coo, watching as enjin looked absolutely helpless, like he's lost all hope. that's what really gets you going.
you lift yourself up, slowly crawling on to his lap, watching his head lift up to look at you. blonde hair stuck to his forehead, tears streaming down his cheeks and a small line of drool escaping his lips. âyou're breakinâ me⊠see howâ broken I am? for you?â
you can't help but coo, voice dropping with false sympathy as the back of your hand runs across his cheek, down to his chin before tracing the tattoos across his chest. âawh, my poor enjin. I wish I felt bad, I really did, but you've been so full of yourself that I needed to punish you.â you cup his cheek, thumb running across the rough skin. âI'm sure you know the rules already, yeah? who do you belong to?â
enjin takes a small breather, golden eyes staring into your as he nods. âyou. belong to you⊠no one else, you own me.â fuck, you squeeze your thighs at his words, but you keep it to yourself, your thumb moving to run across his bottom lip. âyou won't come home late again, will you?â he shakes his head. âyou won't come home injured and ignore those injuries again, will you?â another shake of his head. âspeak.â
âno! no I won't! won't ignore you ever again! I promise, I promise.â enjin gasps, whines leaving his lips as he panics at your words.
âalright, you can cum.â without warning, your hand tightly grips enjinâs cock, forcing him to choke on a moan, legs trembling and back arching as your pace grows faster, the schlick sound of his pre filling his ears. âkâkiss me, kiss mee⊠pleaseâŠâ you roll your eyes, your lips connect with his to muffle his whines.
you can tell he's close, hips bucking uncontrollably, hands clenched into fists and his breathing erratic. pulling away from the kiss, there's no thought behind enjinâs eyes as he stares up at you, âlove you⊠love you so mâUCH!â his hips buck up one final time, spilling his cum all over your fingers and his thighs.
hopefully this'll be the last time you teach him to keep his hands to himself.
ZANKA grips his assistaff tightly. just a few more trash beasts left, then he can go home andâ and⊠uh⊠what did he have to do again? a slash from riyo prevents him from becoming trash beast dinner, knocking him out of his hazy thoughts. he quickly looks up, thanking riyo for the save before he's suddenly to his knees, gasping and whining. his hand comes up to cover his mouth, sweat beginning to pour from his forehead.
the plug inside him is pressing right against his prostate, buzzing just right and hitting all those sweet spots inside him. he's about to come, but he needs to hold it in, needs to be a good boy. and just as he reaches his peak. nothing. the buzzing stops, allowing him a moment of relaxation, but also a brief feeling of disappointment.
hours pass and zankaâs back at HQ, yet he wastes no time, quickly jogging into the building and making his way towards your room. your door slams open, and there you are, resting in bed with a book and the most nonchalant look on your face. your gaze turns up, looking at zanka before a smile stretches across your lips. âzanka. you're back early.â
he's slightly bruised, but that seems to be the least of his problems as he approaches you. before he can peep a word, he's knees first to the floor, hands gripping the tiles as the buzzing starts again. âshit⊠don't do this to me, I can'tâ can't handle itâŠâ
zanka arches his back up, gasping and writhing on the floor before the buzzing stops again, just at the edge of his orgasm. âlet me cum⊠please! please please please!â he sobs, tears running down his cheeks and drool leaking onto the floor. god, he truly is pathetic.
you look up from your book, staring at zanka as he shakes, hands clasped together whilst still begging for release. you sigh, reaching for the remote on the bedside table. the buzzing increases, louder, harsher and brushing right against zankaâs prostate.
his back arches up and down, spine curving and legs clenching closed, but it's zanka, and zanka obviously has the best self control right? he looks up at you from the floor, cheek smushed against the tile, eyes rolling back and teeth clenched so hard he might chip a tooth. yet you watch with mild annoyance, sighing as you close your book, legs lifting off the bed to instead sit on the edge on the bed.
âdo you wanna cum, zanka?â your hand reaches for his chin, gripping it tightly to lift his face up to look at you properly. his cheeks are flushed, heavy whines and moans leaving his throat. it takes him a minute to process your words before he's nodding rapidly, arms growing weaker by the second. âthen cum.â
zanka opens his mouth, yet nothing comes out, his hips stuttering and stilling, eyebrows furrowing and eyes going cross-eyed before he slowly comes down from his high. zanka looks up at you with adoring eyes, slowly smiling while more drool spills from his lips. âthank⊠youâŠâ
TAMSY can feel a headache growing, but he shakes it off. he needs to sit perfectly still, needs to learn how to keep balance and control while forcibly hung upside down. you sit in front of him, tokushin in hand, fingers gently running over the yarn which held tamsy up.
tug. it tightens. tamsy bites his lower lip, staying perfectly still. his beige hair falls below him, some sticking to his forehead and temples. there's a vibrator taped right to the underside of his cock, pre-cum leaking from his tip and on to both his chest and the floor below him.
you grab tokushin by its wooden handle, twisting the instrument so it doesn't tug on tamsy as much anymore. the vibrator starts, buzzing right beneath the sensitive tip of his cock. tamsy gasps but doesn't move, chest heaving up and down, an occasional twitch here or there yet not enough to have tokushin tighten its hold on him.
he looks over at you, eyes watering and head thrown back. âtrying⊠so hard⊠can't hold it.â he whines. âtamsy.â your voice scares the absolute shit out of him. he blinks away the tears, looking at you with the most adorable puppy eyes he could manage. âif you fail, we'll have to do this again, remember?â
tamsy nods in acknowledgment, a soft sob escaping him. âI⊠I know, justâ can't hold it! augh!â tamsyâs legs shift, and tokushin tightens, sending tamsy into a feral haze as his hips buck and pre continues to spill from his tip. âtamsy!â
his whining stops, and so does the vibrator. tamsy sobs into his arm, breath shaky and cheeks flush as tears run off his temples and to the ground below. âyou're so mean! so fuckinâ mean!!â he whines. âwell you're the one who wanted to train, blame yourself, tamsy.â reset. grab tokushin to untighten the binds once more. and let tamsy relax.
his tip is bright red, legs shaking with the need to release and cheeks flushed from the crying. you stand up from your chair, walking towards tamsy, his face right in front of yours. you lean down, licking up the tears that ran down his face before taking a step back. âdo you want to stop?â he immediately shakes his head, âno! no pleaseâŠâ you give a nod, making your way back to the chair, sitting down and crossing your legs once more.
the vibrator starts again, and tamsy lifts his head, but he's quick to keep to himself, keeping himself as still as possible. his gaze is everywhere but you, anywhere but the ticking clock on the wall. it feels like there's a fire burning in his veins, unable to extinguish or keep it down. his breath comes out in heavy pants, hands clenching into fists above his head.
âfuck⊠ah⊠shit, shit⊠can I come, please? please!!â tamsy feels his abdomen tighten, thighs clenching and sight growing blurry. âfuck, fuck⊠fuckfuckfuck!!â his body moves uncontrollably, back arching, legs twisting, hands grasping for nothing. tokushin reacts immediately, locking tamsy in his awkward position, unable to buck his hips up. âI'm gonnaâ gonna⊠cum!â his eyes roll back, spilling all over himself, his seed coating his upper chest and lower face, the sight lewd and embarrassing.
you sigh, disappointment evident as you write down something. gripping tokushin, you release tamsy from the yarn, his body flopping onto the floor. âthird attempt failed, take a thirty minute break and we'll try again.â
it's been a long day for you and BRO, taking care of the children and killing trash beasts. you're left bruised and battered as you slump into your shared bed, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as you sink into the sheets. Bro is dead asleep already, laid out as still as a plank, breathing even and body rigid.
you softly giggle at your lover's form, burying your face into your pillow as you do so. your gaze hovers over his form, he's wearing nothing but his underwear, cloth placed on the bedside table on his side. your hand slowly reaches up, fingers starting at his broad shoulders, you feel up the dips and the curves of his skin, nails tracing over his scars.
something catches your attention, and you notice the bulge starting to grow between his legs, his body shifting, head moving to the side and his legs spreading open, almost as if he's calling out for you, begging you to touch him.
your fingers glide across skin, stopping at broâs chest. your nails flick and slightly tug at his nipples, his back arching in to your touch, yet he doesn't wake, still snoring away as your hand reaches his v-line. you watch as he twitches, bringing his hips closer to your palm.
you start off slow, nails dragging over his bulge and feeling the wetness that already stained his briefs long ago. you squeeze, watching his breath get caught in his throat, legs tensing and hands gripping his pillow tightly.
your hands work expertly, wrapping around his covered cock and rubbing just enough to feel him twitch in your grasp. bro subtly shifts, pushing himself closer against you like he's attempting to have your hand directly on his skin, the lack of skin on skin making his sleeping form ache for you.
slowly lifting yourself up, you straddle broâs hips, legs on either side of him. your fingers hook into the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down to reveal his leaking cock, the tip flushed red and coated in his pre. you lean down to run your lips across one of the veins on the underside, smiling as an audible gasp escapes his throat.
taking the head past your lips, you're immediately met with an uncontrollable thrust up, pushing half his cock directly into your mouth. you nearly gag on the sudden jerk up, hands placed on bro's thighs for support. blinking away the initial shock, you push yourself all the way down, lips brushing against the base of his cock and nose buried deep in his unkempt hair.
you stay like this for a few seconds, enjoying the way he was buried in your mouth before lifting yourself back up and pulling off with a pop. you can't help but admire your work, bro's cock a deep, aching red, dripping with both pre and saliva, and twitching uncontrollably as the cold air of the room brushes against it.
digging your fingers back into bro's thighs, you take him back into your mouth, your tongue teasing the tip, the salty taste of pre coating your taste buds as you continue. slowly lowering yourself back down, it's not long before bro's hand suddenly comes up, gripping your hair tightly as his hips buck up, spilling himself inside your mouth with a heavy groan.
allowing bro to relax from his orgasm, you slowly pull yourself off, some of his release leaking from the corners of your lips, although you pay no mind to it. taking a second to breathe, you lift your head up to find bro still sound asleep, dick soft and snoring away, you think you should help him sleep like this more often.
you've never seen CORVUS break, never seen him buckle or back down, never seen him lose his temper or keep his emotions out of line. but that changes when it comes to you, he gets so whiney, so desperate for you it's like he's a completely different person.
corvus sits on his knees, peppering kisses all over your bare stomach, arms gripped around your hips tightly like you'd disappear if he let go. your hands come up to grip the nape of his neck and his shoulder, steadying his form.
slowly pulling away, corvus looks up at you, gaze akin to that of gratitude, like he's grateful just to be near you, and by all means he is. you're like a goddess to him, someone who brings him back to reality, someone he can anchor himself with.
âmy love.â he croaks, hands moving to hover over the sides of your thighs, an obvious bulge between his legs as he pulls away to show you. you know that look he gives you, a way to beg without using his words, without telling you what he really wants.
you cup his chin, lifting his head to fully look up at you. âwords you words arkha, I can't read your mind, you know that.â corvus gulps, hands slowly crawling down to rest at the back of your thigh. âplease⊠let meââ he stops, a rush of embarrassment going through him, swallowing nervously. âlet me⊠grind against you, I don't deserve to taint your perfect pussy.â
a grin stretches across your lips at his words, his cheek against your thigh as he begs for pleasure. âsuch a good boy arkha, you may.â corvus doesn't waste a second, grinding his cock against your boot, the material of your laces just right against his clothed cock. he whines against your knee, biting his bottom lip to muffle his moans as beads of sweat already form across his forehead.
âmy mistress, my perfect woman, I apologizeâ ngh! deeply⊠for misbehaving, I knowâ oh fuck⊠that you said I should be⊠wearing mâmy choker more, and that⊠that I should be taking care of myself more.â
a certain thrust of his hips has corvus gasping, the lace of your shoe brushing right against his sensitive tip, pre beginning to leak through his pants and on to your boots. âmâmy love, pleaseâŠâ he's unsure of what he's begging for, so many thoughts running through his head he's unsure of what to say first. ââm sorry, âm so sorry,â his teeth bite into his bottom lip, preventing any more embarrassing words from spilling.
âstop.â corvusâs head suddenly snaps up, looking at you with wide, grey eyes, slowly halting his hips, hesitancy written all over his pretty face. you tilt your head, watching the tears as they begin to form in the corners of corvusâs eyes, his breathing heavy, chest heaving up and down.
âI'm sorry ma'am, I'm so sorry, pleaseâŠâ he stops again, burying his face back into your thighs, the wet patch between his legs staining his cleaners uniform. âawh, my poor arkha, you want to come so bad, don't you? feel all that tension inside you just snap, hm?â corvus nods at your words, peeking his eyes out from between your legs. âuse your words arkha.â
corvus swallows, adams apple bobbing up and down before he pulls away from your legs, looking up at you with tear stained cheeks, his cock continues to leak, staining his pants. âplease, let me fuck your thighs, I need your warmth, even if I can't be inside you, I need you around me.â
smiling at his words, you nod to corvus, folding your arms as he moves up, towering over your form. âmay I?â he asks, his hands on your thighs. rolling your eyes, you step back, sitting on his desk. corvus grabs your thighs, lifting your legs to rest on his shoulder, before he's slotting his cock between your clenched thighs, already heavily panting as his hips begin to move.
it's not your pussy, neither is it the tight walls of your ass, but the softness of your thighs is enough to break corvus, watching his cock disappear and reappear between them, tip leaking and already spurting small amounts of pre.
his hands grip your thighs tightly, nails digging into your skin and forming small crescent marks, his breath hot against your legs. you watch with a smirk, the boss of the cleaners simply a mess for you, your thighs a sacred haven for him, something that deserves to be worshipped whenever he can.
you can feel corvusâs thrusts grow sloppy, messing up his rhythm with each pump of his hips. you're waiting, waiting for the words to slip from his mouth. âahâ oh, fuck. please.â you still wait, wait for him to break above you. âplease. let me⊠come⊠please.â there it was, hook, line and sinker. you tilt your head, smirking up at corvus. âwhat was that?â
corvus whines, growing increasingly impatient, but he obeys, slowing his thrusts to keep himself steady. âplease mistress, may I come?â
you chuckle, giving corvus a nod of approval. âgo ahead.â he doesn't waste a second, gripping your hips to pull you in closer, his hips thrusting against yours, cock rutting between your thighs. âoh fuckâ ah fuck!â throwing his head back, corvus gasps, spilling his release all over your bare stomach, and some even landing on your bra.
âthank you⊠sâso much⊠mistress.â
you and GRIS maintained a good relationship. no arguments, no fights, and barely finding yourselves disagreeing on anything. although there was always this misconception. gris was taller, hunkier, and bigger than you. and this made people assume he wore the pants in the relationship, like he was some saviour and you were simply his maiden in distress. of course it wasn't like that, honestly, it was the complete opposite.
you sat in your bedroom, one hand working on notes as the other scrolled through your laptop, taking in account what was on your screen, and gris? well he sat in between your legs, head resting on your thighs, hands desperately gripping your calves. your ignorance made him more desperate, the vibrating dildo inside him just not enough to fully get him off.
âsweetheart, please⊠I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it, you know that.â gris whines, pulling himself closer to you. you're not wearing any panties, and your slick cunt is right in front of him, teasing the ever living shit out of him. you look down, watching gris as he stares up at you with those puppy eyes he's mastered. lifting your pen up to your lips, you take a bite of the tip, pretending to think about your answer.
earlier, gris was seemingly flirting with one of the other cleaners, yet you knew that couldn't be true, gris was a gentleman who simply couldn't reject someone, so he let that woman flirt, let her touch him all over and down, but you could never take that lightly, so this is his punishment. the dildo inside him vibrating enough just to feel something but not enough to make him cum.
pulling the pen away, you simply shrug, going back to taking notes, the hand on your laptop coming down to curl through his hair. âhmm, I'm not sure baby, you know I don't like it when you let others do stuff like that to you.â gris whines again, leaking cock pushing against your shin, coating your skin in pre release. âI'm so sorry sweetheart, I'm so sorry! just please⊠please let me taste you!â
you love it when he begs, so whiny and desperate. with a sigh, you spread your legs, pulling up your skirt to reveal what gris was just so desperate for. âfine, but remember, no coming before me, that'll be extra punishment.â
gris nods enthusiastically, his hands gripping on to your thighs to pull you closer. diving into you, his tongue runs across your cunt, flicking against your clit and pushing right inside you. your hand reaches for a small remote. pushing one of the buttons, gris suddenly jolts up, feeling the vibrations inside him intense, and buzzing right against his prostrate.
he can't come, not before you, but fuck it's becoming impossible, gris can easily cum by simply eating you out, but adding these vibrations? he's already on the edge.
you feel a warmth spread across your thighs, and you turn your head to look down at gris. warm tears run down his cheeks, thighs trembling and tongue becoming sloppy as he runs his head to look up at you. you simply smile, noticing the small pool of pre-cum on the floor between his knees. âI can't do⊠I can't do this, I'm gonna cum baby, I'm gonna cum, I can'tââ he's so desperate, desperate for both you and a release.
clicking the button on the remote once again, gris wails, pulling away from your cunt to rest his forehead on your chair, his breath heavy as his orgasm is stripped away from him. âI'm so sorry baby, mâ so sorry! please, pleaseâŠâ he doesn't know what he's begging for, unable to decide between stopping and continuing, all he wants is to taste you on his tongue.
gripping grisâ hair, you pull him back towards your cunt and with no hesitation, he's immediately back on you. your legs are on his shoulders, and his hands are gripping your thighs so desperately it's nearly pathetic. the vibrations start again, yet gris doesn't falter. it's not long before your legs are squeezing his head, your own release just around the corner.
one specific flick to your clit has your back arching, the heels of your foot pressing against grisâ back to push him closer. you up the vibrations, watching gris crack underneath you. your hand in his hair is his breaking point. and as you reach your limit, so does gris, coming exactly with you. he spills all over the floor, whining and gasping against your clit, your juices coating his chin and stubble.
as you come down from your high, you push your head forward, looking down at gris as he's sat between your legs. tears stain his cheeks, drool runs down the sides of his chin along with your own slick, and he looks absolutely pathetic. your hand reaches to grab his chin, thumb wiping over his swollen bottom lip. gris simply stares, barely able to think as he mutters gibberish against your skin.
AUGUSTâs fingers gripped his pillow tightly as your hands wrapped around his throat, choked moans and sobs leaving his lips while your hips smack against his, his leaky cock throbbing and twitching inside your perfect pussy. âwhat's wrong august... can't speak?â you coo, voice dripping in false sympathy as august drools beneath you.
it was a stupid bet he made, a bet between you and gris on who could get more knockouts while out in the field. you weren't a giver, a supporter who sidelined with gris when things were gonna get extra heated. âhere's a bet, you rock some shit out there and beat gris, you can choke me out for thaâ night! howsat?â august offered with a cheeky grin, constantly pointing his big fat gloved finger into your face.
the score came out to a whopping 53-47, with you in the lead you came back home in a victorious mood. and showing august your score is how he landed in this exact spot.
âspeak to me baby, I can't understand you.â your tone turns condescending, hands gripping august tighter around his throat, watching him squirm as he attempts to both speak and wiggle away from you. âfuck. wanna come⊠please?â his head lowers, watching the way his cock disappears and reappears inside you, his thighs coated with previous releases, though it seems you've changed your mind, not allowing him any sort of relief at all.
august throws his head back, blonde hair scattered everywhere, hips bucking up and hands lifting up to grip your wrists. you stop, and august whines, panting and trembling underneath you. just as you're about to move your hips again, a knock at the door catches your attention. âyo august, got a moment?â it's enjin, seemingly annoyed and almost irritable.
you turn your attention back to your boyfriend, he's in no situation to talk, your hands wrapped around his neck, face flushed and tears running down his cheeks. âthe hell you want enjin!? august ain't here right now!â you call out. âwoah, sorry miss sassy supporter, need my full face fixed, it's got a hole and I'd rather not sniff any of the bad stuff through it.â
you silently groan, of all times enjin has an inconvenience it's when you're fucking the absolute daylights out of your man. clearing your throat, you wave off of the older cleaner. âwell, august said he's gonna go visit alice, go bother her ass about him.â you hear enjin groan, inaudibly mumbling something before walking off.
turning your attention back to august, he's got a smug grin on his lips, tears dried yet stained as he looks up at you. âsaved my ass, didn't you sugar?â giggling, you loosen your grip, pulling august into a kiss, his mouth moving desperately against yours. his hands move from your wrists to your hips, gripping tightly as they continue to work.
âyouâ ah, fuck! you edged me back thereâŠ!â august gasps, spit caught at the back of his throat as he hits that spongey spot inside you. raising a brow at him, august continues. âI wasâŠâ just about to cum⊠then enjinâ ah! knocked! nâ then you stopped, it hurt so fuckinâ muchâŠâ
smiling down at august, you purr at his form, the back of your hand running down his cheek to wipe away the new tears that ran down. âawh, my augustâŠâ leaning down, you press your lips against his neck, feeling his body twitch and shake beneath you. âyerâ breakinâ me.â august whines, whimpers growing louder and tears fatter as your hips never stop slapping against his pelvis, your walls gripping him tightly like he'd leave if you let go.
âI'm about to come baby, let me? pleasepleaseplease!â he begs and begs, voice cracking against the walls as he throws his head back, waiting and waiting for your approval. âcome for me sweetheart.â
and that's all it took, your hand quickly coming up to cover augustâs mouth as he releases himself inside you, cock spurting endlessly and hips uncontrollably pushing himself deeper into you, milking himself for all he's worth. as august calms down, he's already melting into his pillow, snoring away beneath you, leaving you to giggle at your lover's sleeping form.
FOLLO gasps as your stocking-clad feet run up his chest, the ball of your foot pushing up against his jacket before catching the zipper between your toes, pulling it down to reveal his skinny chest. sweat runs down his skin, gasps and whines leaving his lips as the tips of your toes brush against his v-line.
âwhy are you so nervous, follo? I'm just touching you.â your voice is laced with false sweetness, like there's something beneath that's waiting to bite into him. he looks up at you, gasping as one of your feet slides beneath his chin, like you're feeling him up without actually using your hands.
you drag follo closer, his hands gripping your ankles to stabilize himself against you. âplease stop teasing.â he whines, feeling your feet run back down his chest to slowly hovering right above his bulge. âare you seriously hard from my feet?â a cackle leaves your lips, folloâs cheeks beginning to turn visibly red, the humiliation making him even more hard.
âtake them off.â follo doesn't hesitate, his gloved hands moving to unzip his pants, pushing them down to his thighs, just enough to release his leaking cock, tip bright red and dribbling with pre-cum. follo turns his head to look at you, like he's waiting for some sort of approval or praise. ââm so hard for you, I'm aching, please fuck me.â he whines, hips lightly thrusting in the air, humping against nothing for some sort of relief.
watching the pathetic sight has you amused, the shy and quiet supporter truly does have a freaky side. you push yourself closer, the arches of your feet wrapping around folloâs cock. he gasps softly, hands moving to grip your ankles once again. âgo on, fuck yourself against my feet, dog.â the name has folloâs cock twitching, his hips slowly move, allowing himself to adjust to the material of your stockings, the nylon is rough against him, creating extra pleasure against his sensitive cock.
follo slowly gains more confidence, hands now gripping your feet to keep them steady as he ruts against you, although he refuses to lift his head, refuses to make eye contact with you. he can feel his orgasm growing closer, thrusts sloppy and whines growing louder by the second.
ââm gonnaâ f-fuck!â you pull your feet away, watching follo grab you to bring you back, but he's just not fast enough, his cock an angry red and coated tip to base in his slick. ânâno, wait, come back!â he wails, tears running down his cheeks and on to the floor below him.
âawh, poor follo, what's wrong baby, upset that you can't come?â your tone is condescending, venomous in sympathy as you watch follo sob into his arms. âplease mistress, let mâme come, I'll be a good boy, you know that I'm your gâgood boy!â he mewls. âoh follo, you are my good boy, but you remember the rules, don't you?â
he lifts his head, making eye contact with you. âalways kâkeep my eyes⊠on you.â you nod. âthat's right, so let's start this over, okay?â
follo nods, watching your feet wrap around him once more. he grips the floor beneath him instead of your ankles, keeping his eyes on your own as he begins to thrust up against you, groaning as the warmth of your nylon rubs against him.
âughâ ngh fuck⊠love⊠it so much, mistress, you make me feel sâso fuckinâ good.â follo sigh, hips slowly increasing in pace, his hips slamming against your ankles as he nears his orgasm once more. ââm close, âm so close mistress. mistress, can I come? can I come please??â he's desperately begging, already broken from being denied, and even more desperate than before. âplease, I've been your good boy, your only good boy!â
your finger taps your chin, pretending to think about whether to allow follo his orgasm or not. turning back to him, you simply nod, running your thumb across his cheek to wipe away the tears that ran down. âcome for me baby.â
that's all it takes before folloâs wailing, hips stuttering as he cums all over your tights, cock rubbing mindlessly against your feet to milk himself for all he's worth. as he comes down from his high, follo slumps against your legs, mumbling sweet nothings and thank youâs against your legs. âmffhh⊠love you⊠sâ much, thank youâŠâ
SEMIU was tasked with one thing, shopping for the cleaners with you by her side. and of course when you join semiu on anything, you can never do it normally.
you're grabbing items off the shelf, a mix of ingredients and items the cleaners had asked for. semiuâs behind you, gripping the trolley handle tightly. she can feel the beads of sweat running down her forehead, quickly using the back of her hand to wipe them away.
she looks up at you, watching you ignore her, and continuing to fill the cart before you finally catch her from the corner of your eye. âsemiu.â you smile, although it's not a full smile, it's something more sinister. semiuâs knees buckle, forcing her to lean against the cart. â[name]... you're real mean, sugar.â she sighs, the vibrator inside her buzzing just right against that spongey spot inside her.
âoh semiu, I'm not mean, far from it really.â you giggle, watching as semiuâs face twisted between pleasure and an attempt to hide it. you walk down one of the isles, noticing the lack of customers around. a perfect opportunity.
turning around, you grab semiu by her shoulders, pushing her up against one of the shelves. your hand gently cups her clothed cunt, feeling the hardness of the vibrator against her clit. âmy god semiu, you're so fucking wet, I can feel it through through your pants.â you giggle again, fingers slowly reaching up to dip them past the waistline of her pants, your fingers teasing the edge of her panties.
âyou gonna come, semmie?â the nickname has her groaning, her head nodding at your words as she brings her hand up to bite down on her knuckles, muffling the moans that left her lips.
grabbing semiu's wrist, you pull her hand away, leaning in closer before your lips meet hers in a hard kiss, teeth clashing and tongues battling for dominance. she lets you win, always has, your tongue pushing past her own, exploring every inch and crevice before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting the both of you.
you quickly look around the isle once more before grabbing semiu by the wrist and dragging her to the nearest bathroom. the door slams open, your gaze checking every corner before closing the door behind you. âcâmere.â your hands grip semiuâs shoulders once again, pushing her up against one of the sinks as your lips are back on hers.
yours hands reach for semiuâs belt, unbuckling the leather and allowing it to fall to the ground with a clank. your lips leave semiuâs, moving down her chin, to her neck, before stopping at the cleavage of her breasts.
you reach up for the zipper of her tank top, pulling it just enough for her breasts to spill out, the coldness of the bathroom hardening her nipples.
your tongue brushes across her skin, the heat sending shivers down semiuâs spine, before your lips suckle gently on her tits. semiu throws her head back, gasping at the sensation of your tongue against her sensitive skin.
your hand snakes back down to her pants, the tips of your fingers pushing past the waistband and rubbing against her sensitive clit. semiu arches into your touch, her hands gripping the sink behind her, manicured nails digging into the porcelain.
you can feel the plastic of the vibrator, pulling it away from semiuâs clit, an almost sigh of relief leaving her lips before it's replaced by a whine instead, the pleasure escaping her body. âdon't worry semiu, I've got you.â your voice catches her attention, your lips off her tits and stretching into a grin below her, fingers gently rubbing her clit, coating them with her slick.
you delve your fingers into her cunt, feeling semiu clench around you as you slowly push further and further inside, before your fingers reach knuckle deep.
semiu muffles her moans against your lips, gasping with each plunge of your fingers in and out of her. âshit, you're gonnaâ mfh! make me⊠come..â you simply chuckle at her words, the noises of her slick and your thrusts growing louder with each pump, semiuâs back arching into your touch and thighs tensing up.
âthat's it, come on my fingers, be a good girl for me semiu.â you hum, feeling semiuâs hands reach to wrap around your neck, nails digging into your scalp before her back arches harshly, cunt spasming around your fingers.
semiu collapses against you, whining as your fingers fish out the last of her pleasure, her body slowly relaxing as you pull out. you blink, allowing yourself to bask in the moment before a thought interrupts you. âthere's probably people waiting outside to be let in.â semiu lifts her head, looking at the locked door of the bathroom, before the both of you burst into giggles.
JABBER whines as you grab him by the locs, lifting his face off the ground. he's covered in bruises and marks, blood dripping down his forehead and chin. he smiles up at you, pushing himself further against your touch. âcâmon, I ain't even feel that, hit me harder!â
you don't hesitate, lifting your foot to collide your boot against jabberâs face, watching as he flies across the room, giggling and moaning at the impact. âawh man⊠âm so goddamn hard, but I just ain't there yet.â turning around, jabber looks at you as he shifts, resting on his elbows, legs spread to reveal the erection right between his legs.
he doesn't need to speak, you already know what he wants. walking up to his form, you lift your foot, stepping directly on his cock, a loud moan leaving jabberâs throat, the roughness of your boot grinding harshly against his hard on. âohâ fuck me! goddamn girl, you really know not to hold back⊠huh?â he's breathless, softly moaning as he grinds himself against your foot.
you dig your sole further into him, the heel of your boot digging right against his balls, the tip of it just beneath the head of his cock. âauggnnghhh!! soâ so rough⊠so fucking hot. need more of yaâŠâ
fuck, he looks absolutely gorgeous, a trail of drool running down his chin, locs splayed across the ground, his mankira glinting just right against the light above the both of you. shit, you just wanna ruin him, maybe ride him until he can barely think, or perhaps peg him until the only thing he can remember is your name.
snapping back to reality, you watch as jabber continues to writhe beneath you, his pupils blown wide and his hands reaching for anything to grip before settling on the floor. jabber manages to pull from your grip, crawling away with no effort, like he wants you to capture him.
you grip jabber by the ankle, dragging him across the floor before your fingers find his jacket hoodie, pulling just enough the collar wraps around his throat, cutting off a section of his air supply. âhâholy fuck. iâm⊠âbout to comeâŠâ
your grip loosens, causing jabberâs face to splat against the floor, a groan of disappointment leaving him. âawh, come on! I was about to reach the best part!â you look down at him with an unreadable expression, a shiver running down his spine as he stares back at you. âdon't look at me like thatâŠ. âs makinâ me feel thingsâŠâ
jabber sighs, a longing in his eyes akin to obsession, he wants you so damn bad, wants you to break him and build him back up again with only your words. you say jump and he asks how high, you ask him to kill, he does so with no hesitation, he's yours, from physically to emotionally.
he slowly crawls towards you, climbing up your body like some sort of jungle gym, before he's face to face with you, his busted up face right against your untouched one. he's quick to act, grabbing you by the shoulder, his lips meeting against yours in a sloppy, unskilled kiss.
you don't hesitate to give him that attention back, âkissing you⊠like thisâ sâ enough to get me even more rock hard.â chuckling, you pull jabber away, smiling at his fucked out expression, drool running down his chin and blood leaking from his temples. âoh jabber,â you cup his clothed cock, watching him throw his head back. one squeeze and he's broken. so that's exactly what you do.
your hand is rough, gripping jabber tightly, your thumb managing to rub against the tip of his cock just right. jabber throws his head back, going cross-eyed as his hips buck up into your touch, the dampness of his release coating your palm.
jabber slowly comes back to reality, lolling his head to the side to look at you. âcâmon, give me another, until âm pumping out nothinâ anymore.â how could you deny him? especially when he asks so sweetly.
FUU gags as you push your fingers further into his mouth, your knuckles pushing past his swollen lips, his eyes lidded as he pushes his head further, a loud gag escaping his lips before he pulls back, heavy gasps leaving his lips as he looks up at you.
âfuu, if you can't handle my fingers, I don't think you're ready for my cock.â your spit coated fingers run across the leather of your strap, the material shining against the light above you.â
fuuâs eyes widen at your words, nonono, he's ready! he's been telling you for weeks and week on end, begging to gag on your strap for as long as he could remember. ânoâno wait! please ma'am, I promise I can!â
he pushes his cheek up against your dildo, the silicone only half wet, a sign of fuuâs previous attempts. âI can take it, I promise I can.â fuu pushes himself against you, hii dangling by his side as he always has. you look down at fuu with your chin in your palm, pretending to think about what to do next.
you sigh with false annoyance, âfine, but you're not pulling away when I fuck your mouth, understand?â fuu nods curtly, a certain shine to his eyes that has you smiling at his desperateness. you unfold your legs, standing up from your chair and grabbing fuu by the back of his head, fingers curling into his white-salmon locks.
fuu looks up at you with something akin to admiration, opening his mouth willingly to take your cock into his throat, he slowly reaches the halfway mark, the furthest he's ever gotten. you allow a momentary break, letting fuu bask in the anticipation before he's suddenly pulled down, lips against the base of your cock, the tip bullying the back of his throat.
ânghg⊠mfhhgghâ ghhh!â his voice is muffled, drool already running down his chin as his hands come up to grip your hips tightly. he slowly moves his head up, starting at the tip and pushing himself all the way back down, gagging around your cock with no shame.
he repeats, until your cock is fully coated, lips swollen once more, but as soon as he reaches the tip again, your hands stop him. fuu looks up at you, confusion on his face. your hands grip the sides of his face tightly, and fuu knows what's about to hit him, his hands leaving your hips to instead grip your wrists instead.
fuu gags and chokes as your hips begin to relentlessly thrust into his mouth, your cock bulging against his throat with each pump of your hips. âlook at you fuu, my good boy, taking my cock so well, huh?â fuu can only nod slightly, gagging against your dick as you fuck his throat.
âglugâglugâglugââ the sound is beautiful, a mix of fuuâs gagging and swallowing, attempting not to drown in his own spit as you fuck him raw. fuu can feel himself growing harder at the second, his gagging turning into whining as his grinds his hard on against thin air. âwell, look at that, hard from choking on my dick sweetheart?â fuu attempts to nod, but is unable to with your hands keeping him still.
your hands move up to grip fuuâs hair, slowly pulling him off of your cock with a pop, watching as strings of saliva connected his lips with the silicone.
âwâwhyâŠdâ you stop?â fuu slurs, licking his lips to clean off the drool that ran down. âbecause I can't have you coming just yet.â fuu whines at your words, slowly sneaking his hand down to rub against his clothed cock. âplease.. pleaseâŠ"
your fingers tighten around his locks, slightly lifting him from his knees to pull him closer against you. âdo you deserve it?â you hum, voice dripping with dominance, watching fuu tremble from your touch. he nods frantically, cheeks flushed as he begs. âyes! yes! I deserve it, I've been so good, listened to you⊠I've done everything you want, please!â
pushing fuu back to his knees, you slightly loosen your grip on his hair, lining up your cock to his lips. he sticks his tongue out, allowing you to slap the tip against it before unexpectedly shoving it entirely down his throat.
fuu desperately gags against the silicone, hands moving back to your thighs for support. ânghnn! mghhâfhhggnn!â he groans, letting his throat relax as you brush right against the back with harsh thrusts.
he can feel his orgasm peeking just right around the corner, his groans becoming desperate whines with each thrust of your hips. fuu tightens his grip on your thighs, index tapping against them, indicating his nearing. you watch fuu with a smirk, tears forming in his eyes once again before they run down his cheeks.
you don't stop, instead going faster, watching fuuâs eyes widen with each gag of his throat. âmghh! mffgghhâaahh!â fuu pulls off of you, head throwing back as he comes in his pants, his legs trembling beneath him. âffuucckkkk⊠throat hurts⊠so muchâŠ.â he whines, voice rough and lips swollen.
your hand grips his chin, lifting his face to face yours. âyou've done such a good job, I think you deserve an even better reward.â before fuu could answer, you're gripping him by the wrists, lifting him up and against the wall, wrapping his legs around your waist.
âwâwait! âm still seâsensitive!â he cries out, although it's ignored as your fingers grip the waistband of his pants, pulling them down to just to his thighs, the tip of your cock pressing against the entrance of his ass.
let's just say that cthoni left you a complaint the morning after about too much noise.
BUNDUS watches in horror as the bottom of your scepter slams against the ground, the vital instrument humming with life. Hands floating still above him, its fingers twitching with ache to grab something. âyou said you wouldn't.â his voice comes out shaky. you simply shrug, slamming the scepter down once more.
hand two and six fly towards you, hovering just close enough to touch the material of your raider outfit. âm sorry bundus, but I just got too curious.â
that was hours ago. bundus, a once fine and outgoing man, now lay on the ground, prompted up to his knees and face smushed against the ground. the thickness of hand twoâs fingers plunging into him and stretching him with each thrust, and hand six wrapped tightly around his cock, the double stimulation making bundus go cross-eyed.
you leaned against one of the chairs within the room, scepter still in hand, and watched every twitch, arch and sweat of bundusâ body. âthis is hâhighly⊠inappropriate.â he attempts to speak. yet the overflow of drool slurs his words.
âit is, yes. but when have you ever cared about anything appropriate.â you shrug your shoulders, a smug smirk tugging at your lips as hand two thrusts knuckles deep, hitting straight against bundusâ prostate while hand six rubs gently against his leaking tip.
your fingers tighten around your scepter, hand two suddenly increasing in pace, while hand six pulls away from bundusâ cock, the hardened fingers moving to shove past his lips, the taste of his slick pushed against his tongue.
âI'll do what I want with Hands. and right now, I'm enjoying you in this state.â you stand up from your chair, pulling hand six away from bundus, the prosthetic fingers coated in his saliva. hand two continues its pressure, pushing itself deeper into bundus, the outline visible against his broad stomach.
âthis is a sight I could get used to.â you giggle, a maniacal look on your face as bundus attempts to regain his self respect, yet it's useless, and he hates to admit it, but hand two just feels too good inside him. âuh-uh-uh, no coming yet bundus.â hand two begins to slow its pace, thick fingers resting inside bundus.
his whines echo off the walls, yet you skip over that, an idea creeping into your mind. you step forward, standing right in front of bundusâ kneeled form, fingers tapping against the scepter.
âfuck yourself against hand two.â what? you can't be serious, it's already humiliating getting fucked by your own vital instrument, but fucking it yourself, that's a whole new low for bundus. âdid I stutter?â your words snap him from his thoughts, watching your fingers tap and tap, like a clock ticking down.
bundus swallows thickly, slowly pushing himself up from the ground, feeling hand two adjust inside him. he hesitates, looking up at you with puppy eyes, yet you don't seem to flinch nor back down. swallowing again, bundus begins to move his hips, lifting himself up before slamming down against hand two's fingers.
it's embarrassing, an act of shame, yet he just couldn't stop, each slam of his hips creating louder and louder moans, hand two filling him up just right. âI'm aâabout to cum, please ma'am, may I?â
his thick accent slurs, hands and knees trembling with each bounce of his hips. you smile in amusement, enjoying your co-worker fuck himself against his vital instrument. âyou may.â
bundus lets out a moan of either relief or pleasure, most likely both, as his hips don't stop, finding just that right angle before his back arches up, climax washing over him as he spills across the floor.
you tap your scepter once more, hand two pulling itself out, leaving bundus empty yet aching for more. you kneel down, wiping nonexistent dust off bundusâs jacket. âI think we should do this more often.â
ZODYL shifts in his seat, watching the TV infront of him, although he's barely able to concentrate, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, legs draped on either side of his thighs, and your pussy squeezing him so tightly he's unable to think properly.
he knows he's not allowed to move, not allowed to touch, only a light, gentle caress on your thigh. you've got a book in your hand, something you picked up from a raid that piqued your interest.
you squeeze tighter, and zodyl sucks in a breath, feeling his composure break every second you're around him. you'd suggest this as a sort of⊠bonding ritual, with zodyl being so busy with raider work, you barely found yourself within the bedroom, so you suggested this, something called⊠cockwarming? whatever the it was.
zodyl could barely keep it together, hearing you flip the pages of your book that definitely had you uninterested, but you truly can never deny an opportunity to break zodyl in. his grip on your thigh tightens, hips shifting in hope to get some sort of stimulation.
your head turns, not fully, but just enough for zodyl to halt his movements. âis this your way of torturing me?â zodylâs deep voice interrupts your thoughts, raising a curious brow at the leader before smiling in content. âperhaps, or maybe I just enjoy seeing you squirm, knowing you obey my every command.â you wiggle your hips just enough, his cock growing more comfy inside your walls.
âyou're going to break me.â he sighs, feeling his cock twitch, light bursts of pre-cum escaping his tip. âmaybe that's what I want.â you giggle, the sound of your book closing echoing through zodylâs ear.
lifting yourself up, you stare at zodyl beneath you, your hands resting on his scarred shoulders. âI wanna see you squirm zodie, wanna see you break and beg.â your nails drag against his skin, tracing over the scars, gliding up his neck and cheek before stopping at the silver that adorned his ear.
zodyl sighs against your touch, humming gently with each caress and whisper of praise from you, your touch nearly sending him overboard as you suddenly squeeze his cock against. âdon't tease me.â he's demanding, although his words are empty, he knows you're the one who's truly in control.
âI'll do what I want zodie.â leaning in, you wrap your arms around his shoulders once more, breasts pushed against his upper chest, your cleavage nearly against his face. âI think I've punished you enough.â you steady your hips, lifting yourself from zodyl's cock, so that only his tip remains inside.
âfuck me zodie, fuck me like you mean it.â zodyl doesn't waste a second, broad arms wrapping around your waist before his hips slam up into you. you throw your head back, his cock hitting that certain spot inside you with each thrust.
âoh⊠fuck! that's it zodie, such aâ agh! good boy!â your voice is interrupted by moans, mingling in with zodyl's own loud grunts and slight whines. at your praise, zodyl tightens his arms around you, his hips increasing in pace.
he's hitting that sweet spot every time, making you dizzy with need as you can feel your orgasm already down the corner. âI'm about⊠I'm about to cum zodie, you know the rules⊠râright?â zodyl simply nods at your words, arms moving down your waist to instead grip your hips instead.
âhahâ hahâŠâ zodyl can barely form a sentence, your pussy's just too fucking good, milking his cock with each thrust of his hips. he knows he can't cum, but he's just so close. your head throws back, nails digging into zodylâs shoulders as you come around his cock, squeezing him for all his worth.
zodyl holds back his own orgasm by mere inches, feeling like he's about to blow any second. you look down at his trembling form, and although he doesn't beg verbally, you can see it in his face, the way it twists and turns.
you think to yourself for a moment, should you really let him come? he looks so pathetic like this, the big bad boss of the raiders pussy drunk off you. finally deciding, you lift yourself off his cock, his tip red and pulsating, drops of pre sliding from his tip.
âI don't think I've ever seen you like this zodie, were you about to come inside me?â you coo. zodyl hesitates for a second, watching you with precision before nodding his head. you laugh in his face, fingers moving the sweaty hair that stuck to his forehead. âyou know you're not allowed.â
he nods again, watching you wrap your hand around his cock, his leaky tip throbbing against your touch. âlook at you zodie, you're so sensitive, but I can't let it go to waste." you lean down, taking the tip of his cock into your mouth. zodyl immediately bucks his hips up, one hand coming up to grip your hair as your nose touches right against the hair of his pelvis.
his hips twitch, spurting cum out in ropes right into your throat. you take it with ease, swallowing each gush that left him before pulling away and slumping against the worn out couch. âI didn't know you were that close, but don't worry zodie, I'm not done just yet.â
đČđą đăembarrassing moments during sex !! â ft. gachiakuta guys + fem! reader
ê° Ë â gris âĄàœČàŸ ê±
after a long night of gris fucking you into the mattress, his warm hands planted firmly on your hips from behind, the two of you were completely spent. so, itâs only natural that the two of you fell asleep like that; gris still holding you tight, and his cock still buried deep, even as you both snore away. when morning rolled around, youâd assume gris would just pull out and start his day, right? well, no. because heâs in a bit of a.. predicament. heâs stuck. through the night, you clenched around his cock and somehow trapped him inside of you. gris just decides to fall back asleep and deal with it when youâre back awake.
ê° Ë â jabber âĄàœČàŸ ê±
jabber insisted that you choke him tonight. despite his injuries from a fight earlier that day, you decided to do it for him anywaysâ he probably wouldnât accept a ânoâ for that, anyways. so, you complied; hands wrapped around his neck as your hips roll against his. a moan leaves your lips, hands twitching and tightening against him as your pace quickens. and just as your hands grip his neck a little tighter; jabber lets out a choked groan. his eyes roll back, and a low gurgle leaves his throat. you blink, pausing every movement as you stare back at him. he goes limp for a few seconds, mumbled leaving his lips before he jolts back to life.
âheyâ whyâd you stopâ?!â he yelps, eyebrows furrowing. âthat was so goodâ my life flashed before my eyes, for real!â
ê° Ë â enjin âĄàœČàŸ ê±
enjin doesnât mind getting a bit frisky in public. honestly, he quite likes it; the thought of potentially getting caught has him rock hard. so you werenât surprised when his hand started creeping up your thigh as the two of you sat in the carâ with like, practically every other cleaner sitting near you both. maybe not that many⊠but it sure felt like it. enjin, though, doesnt care. his fingers just keep moving up, eventually finding themselves under your pants and rubbing against your panties. just as he was going to slip them under, finally touching you properly; rudoâs yells out.
âWHAT ARE YOU DOING, ENJIN?!â rudo shouts in horror, before reaching over to shove at his arm. âLET GO OF HER!â he wails, mistaken. it seems he came to a different conclusion than others would.
ê° Ë â zanka âĄàœČàŸ ê±
zanka, despite his protests, is not the best at taking off his clothes in these intimate moments. he likes to pretend heâs good at it; but you both know the truth. this is why he likes it more when you do it for him. but tonight, heâs decided he wants to try one more time.
âno,â he shakes his head, lightly shoving you to lay down on the bed: âiâve got this.â zanka reassures with a grin, lifting a hand to shimmy his pants down. he moves to kick them offâ but his foot gets caught. and in just a few seconds, heâs already flipped and landing face-first onto the bed, lightly bouncing on the mattress beside you. he just sighs in embarrassment.
đČđą đăacts of affection: weird edition! â ft. gachiakuta guys + gn! reader
btwâŠ. iâm taking requests⊠cough.. cough..
đđ đ Öč enjin - licking his tattoos
âwhatâre you doing?â enjin laughs, attempting to lightly shove you away by pushing you by your cheek. but you donât falter, just leaning closer and softly licking one of the tattoos on his finger. you canât help it, really; his tattoos are just sooo hot. enjin doesnât mind your strange ways of displayed affectionâ so, he sighs in mock exasperation and leans in to give you more access. he has to admit, the feeling of you licking and biting at his neck feels better than he thought.
đđ đ Öč gris - holding his feet hostage
itâs not uncommon for the two of you to spend evenings together, in the comfort of your bed and huddles up in blankets. itâs a nice feeling, sharing each otherâs presence. so of course, gris is a little confused when you take longer to get into bed with him. but it all starts to make sense when you inch closer, hands outstretched and fingers wiggling at him. gris barely has enough time to move before you grab his ankles and tug him a little. a strangled sound leaves his lips, and you only smile back at him as you hold his legs up.
đđ đ Öč zanka - kissing his ears
zanka would like to think that he doesnt fluster easily. in fact, he actually sort of believes itâ until you go and prove him wrong again. like tonight, when the two of you are sitting so close he swears he can feel your heart beating against his chest. but itâs fine; this is fine. he can handle it. but then, just when zankaâs sure he can keep coolâ you lean in to press a kiss to his ear. and just like that, his skin flushed red and heâs shifting his gaze away.
âstop that.â he grumbles, lightly pushing you away. but you just smile, pressing another kiss to his ear.
đđ đ Öč jabber - stealing his shoes
it feels like jabber has been looking for his shoes all morning. after getting ready, he assumed the rest of the day would go well; but howâs he supposed to start his day.. barefoot? well, he guesses it wonât be too bad without shoes. but now, heâs just dumbfounded. where did they go? thatâs when he heard some muffled giggles coming from the bedroom. jabber hums, sauntering over to you and reaching out to tug the blankets down.
âwhatâre you giggling about?â the man muses, tilting a browâ before he catches sight of a lump in your shirt. a suspiciously shoes-shaped lump.
đđ đ Öč august - copying him
âSWEETHEART!â august beams, eyes catching sight of you. itâs only been an hour or two since you last saw each other; but august never ever greets you without maximum livr and energy. âsweetheart!â you smile, waving back at him. youâre doing great at hiding the fact youâre fighting back giggles. âI MISSED YOU!â your boyfriend exclaims, large arms wrapping around you as soon as youâre close enough. he rubs his cheek against yours, before pressing a kiss to your nose. you almost feel bad for pulling another prank. âi missed you.â you say, your own arms wrapping around him.
âhow are you?â he hums, hugging you closer.
âhow are you?â
âme? iâm doinâ sooo much better now that youâre here!â
âme? iâm doing so much better now that youâre here.â
Cw: Grinding, Virgin!August, BJ, premature ejaculation, face sitting, cunnilingus, male orgasm with no stimulation
Summary: The Viander has finally found a reason to lay down some roots- and the news sets August off on a joy-filled series of realizations.
WC: ~6.9k
Racially ambiguous reader as always
POV: Third person
Pt.1 Pt. 2 Pt.4
The next morning, August woke up slowly, lashes fluttering- the sound of her soft breathing on the other end of the line easing him into consciousness with the soft warmth of comfort as he lay there in the weak, pale sunlight starting to filter through his curtains.
He lay there in silence for a few long moments, listening to her breathe in peace-Â until he realized- oh hell his workroom was uninhabitable currently.
Not wanting to wake her, he sighs softly and hangs up, hand lingering on the collar around his neck sadly, before heâs up and tumbling out of bed to get dressed and clean his hazard zone of a workshop.
ââââââââ
The silence on the other end was stark when she woke up-Â the murmurs of an inn coming awake outside her room the only thing she heard, and a subconscious pout was coming to her lips before she had even opened her sleep-crusted eyes.
âDamn, not a goodbye or thanks for the two orgasms?â She murmurs, heels of her hands coming up to rub the sleep from her lashes.Â
A presses hand to her collar- huffing and furrowing her brows before rolling her eyes and her body out of the bed.
No need to pout- sheâd be seeing him soon enough.
So she got dressed- simple attire of a sweater and jeans- the lacy red number sheâd taken with her the last time sheâd seen August hidden beneath, and topped with her newest favorite item- the beautiful burgundy cloak heâd made her.
And she paid her dues, and headed on her way in her little shitbox car.
The closer she got- the more excited she got. And maybe it was Augustsâ boisterous attitude rubbing off of on her, maybe it was her coming into her own now that sheâd found someone to bond with- but whatever it was, it had her popping CDs in and singing at the top of her lungs- slapping drum solos and grinning damn near the whole ride there.
But not before taking a detour- to Hole Town. The closest city to the East Ward- it was a great place to stop for supplies and the like.
But what she was really there forâŠ.
She parks on the street and gets out, gathering her rucksack and walking down the street- just a block or two away from Alice Stilzaâs clinic.
And- there it is.
A run down storefront with a few boarded up windows and a rusty, unreadable sign hanging in the window.
It was so dirty and old looking- it almost looked like it was impossible for it to still be open at all.
The last time sheâd been in town- the store had been a ramshackle takeout shop, but the owners had been growing old and talking about selling, and she hoped she wasnât too late.
She tried the handle- and it turned.Â
Pushing it open, she blinks through the dust motes swirling in the air from the sudden gust of wind following the door swing- and a kind, portly old man in glasses, with neatly parted white hair and a goatee looks up from where he was putting stock in boxes, obviously packing up to close up for good.
âSorry, Miss! Weâre closing up- canât afford to run a place like this here with these old bones!â He says kindly- but sadly, and she gives him a warm, hopeful smile in return.
âCould you maybe afford to give me a moment of your time? I can assure you I wonât be wasting it.â
And he raises his brows, pushing his glasses up onto his head as he sets a hand on his hip.
âWell, I suppose. If thatâs a Viandersâ basket I see hiding behind ya.â
And she nods eagerly, and he calls for his wife to come down from the loft above.
ââââââââ-
Getting back into her car- with rucksack and basket considerably lighter- she starts the engine and pulls out of the town with a nervous bite of her lower lip- gnawing on it practically the whole time to Cleaners HQ.
And when she finally pulls up- she has to force herself to sit there in her parked car for a few minutes, calming her nerves and practically having to slap some sense into herself.
No, that wasnât impulsive.Â
Stop freaking out.
Itâs been the plan for years. Your whole life! Just because you chose to do it now doesnât mean anything.
Ugh. Get out of the car you loser.
Getting to the door was normal enough- but what awaited her wasâŠ. Certainly something different.
Usually it was Semiu, or Bro with Dear who met her up front, but this timeâŠ.
Her flickering nerves are extinguished by a blur of white, blue, orange and blond shooting across the entrance hall, and latching onto her waist.
Augusts face was slammed into her side, his arms wrapped around her and his voice muffled as he screamed.
âMY MUSE IS HERE!â
And her delighted giggles are cut off by a throat clearing- and she peeked up to see far too many sets of eyes staring at them.
It seemed that everyone had heard of her arrival- and Enjin and Semiu hadnât kept their gossip between themselves.
Everyone seemed to be pretending to do⊠something.
Team Akutasâ Supportersâ held various cleaning supplies- Follo crouching with a dustpan as Tomme poorly sweeps up a pile of dust as Gris drags a very dry looking mop around in a corner. All had their backs to the door, weakly concealed curiosity clear in their eyes as they blatantly stared over their shoulders.
Their leader however was leaning on the desk again- with a shit eating grin on his face as his other team members stand next to him with inquisitive looks upon their own.
âThatâs her? August managed that?â Zanka says with a smirk, and her mouth goes into a soft âOh!â of surprise as Riyo elbows him sharply- a round of titters and giggles rumbling through the group as the Viander grips the back of Augustsâ shirt and pulls him up like a scruffed cat.
âHELLO MY MUSE! I HAVE MISSED YOU DESPERATELY! I EVEN CLEANED MY WORKROOM SO WE CAN WORK ON SOME OF MY DESIGNS IF YOU HAVE SOME TIME TO SPAAARE?â And heâs babbling at her with a maniacal, dopey grin on his face that has her rolling her eyes- though unable to hold back a smile of her own.
âYes. Absolutely. Whatever you want. But can I do my job first?â She inquires with a raise of her brow, an eager nod from the scruffed man is what sheâs given in return. She finally drops him, though he doesnât move from her side. Heâs nearly touching her, he stays so close.
âOkay, peanut gallery, what are you waiting for?â She asks, same questioning look on her face as she turns to the group at large.
âKiiiiisssss.â Enjin says, cupping his hands around his mouth and deepening his voice, and she sees Eishiaâs eyes go wide, turning and spluttering at the tall man in agony.
âDonât ask them to do that! Thatâs private!â
âThank you, Eishia.â The Viander quips, turning her nose up slightly at them all- before smirking and reaching for August, and like he knew exactly what she was going for- he wraps his arms around her waist and swings her around, dipping her in for a swift, but stomach-fluttering kiss that was hidden entirely by his hair draping over their forms.
Wolf-whistles and clapping galore from the gathered Cleaners and Supporters, as he pulls her up from their dip and she presses a swift kiss to the tip of his nose, though both their cheeks held a telltale heat.
âNow- who wants cakes?â She inquires, turning and clapping her hands together- which garners another cheer in response.
âââââââ
âGirl- I think you forgot to charge us for a bunch of this stuff.â Semiu states dryly, gazing at the receipt in her hands- though the Viander just shrugs in response.
âLoversâ discount.â
Semiu glances at August- whoâs hovering just a few feet away as he had been the entire hour sheâd been there.
âDonât fuck this up for us.â The spectacled woman states, and the Viander lets out a dry chuckle.
âI fear he may already have.â
Both the Cleanersâ faces drop at her words, and the silence that follows is heavy.
âI just, uh, bought a shop- in Hole Town. Iâm going to be turning it into a bakery. Thereâs a loft above it that Iâll be staying in. Iâm leaving the Viander business.â She says softly, glancing out of the corner of her eye at August.
âIâve been saving up for years to do it. Iâve even had enough for awhile- Iâve just been procrastinating a lot- but, uh, yeah. I finally did it.â Sheâs demure now, rubbing her arm with her hand and sheepishly grinning at the two- and Semiu is the first to respond.
âSo youâre staying nearby?â
âYes. For the foreseeable fut-â Her words are cut short by her nearly biting her own tongue off- for August had grabbed her and had begun spinning her around as he cackled.
âMY MUSE MY MUSE MY MUSE MY MUSE MY MUUUUUUUSSSEEE!â The Cleaner sings, and she canât help the responding laughter that left her chest as she just lets him get out what he needed to.
Once heâs done flinging her around like a ragdoll- he finally sets her feet down on the ground, though his arms stay firmly wrapped around her waist.
âYA JUST CANâT GET ENOUGH OF ME, HUH MA?â And Augustsâ grin is beaming, a heat rising up the Viandersâ neck as she chuckles.
âSomething like that. Now, do you want to go play dress up or check out my ne-â
âLETS GOOOOOOOO!â
August is attempting to yank her to the door by her waist- and sheâs cackling as she slaps his hands away.
âAlright, alright, I can use my own momentum!â
âWeâll be back soon!â He hollers through the door- and Semiu watches them go with a smirk.
They clamber in her car- him remarking that it was mostly shell than vehicle and she waves his prodding away.
âSheâll get us where we need to go, itâs still far safer than that bike you zip around in.â She scoffs, and he places an offended hand upon his chestÂ
âYOU WOUND ME.â
Their conversation is giggly and comfortable as they drive to Hole Town- though a heat had begun to rise up her face when heâd taken the hand idly resting on the gear shift halfway through the drive without any acknowledgement- like heâd realized oh yeah thatâs allowed! halfway through a sentence and laced their fingers together in such a comfortable and easy way- like it was second nature to do something like that with her.
Sheâd squeezed it, not interrupting his current tirade about Enjinâs ability to get the scent of cigarettes in fabrics he hadnât even touched- and heâd squeezed back. Silent acknowledgement of the sweet moment.
Theyâd pulled onto the shops street- and August was tumbling out of the car before sheâd even put it into park- his door slamming shut as he dives headfirst and glides across the hood on his stomach, hitting the ground on the other side before popping up outside her window and pulling the door open with a grin.
âMy MUUUSE.â He says with a deep bow, and she snorts with laughter, grabbing her keys and stepping out, allowing him to shut the door before she took his hand again, and this time she was yanking him- towards the doors and shoving her new key in the lock.
âIâd caught the owner right as he was packing up the last boxes- so itâs all mine now.â She says as she pushes the doors open.
As they walk in- the light filters in through two dirty skylights- illuminating the dust motes dancing through the air the rushing breeze of the door being pushed open had stirred.
A front counter with a register- in a deep wood with well-worn spots where money was set down and picked up every day, with stairs along the back wall that lead to a loft above.Â
High shelves along the side walls with a kitchen able to be peeked in the back through a window in a separating wall and an open doorway.
Everything seemed slightly broken, shelves crooked and cobwebs growing in the corners- boxes of trash and broken kitchen equipment stacked in corners.
And despite that- her grin is beaming.
âCanât you see the potential? I can put my ovens in that back room, my racks can go there, I can fix up that window and it would be a beautiful place for display cases!â And now itâs she that is babbling- sheâd kept his hand in hers and sheâs dragging him around the lower floor- pointing and oohing and aaahhhing over what to most other people would describe as a lost cause.
And August is letting her- watching her with wide eyes and slightly parted lips, awe settling atop his skin like a prickling shower of realization as he learned so much more about his pretty Viander.
âYouâre awesome.â He says, and she looks at him with raised brows, a giggle escaping her as she stares at him quizzically.
âPardon?â
âSORRY. Itâs just- this place looks like garbo and all you can do is seem happy about all the work youâre going to have to put in. Itâs⊠awesome.â And his gaze is kind, his other hand reaching to capture hers as he holds them between them.
âAnd Iâm realizing I got REALLY dang lucky eavesdropping on you and Semiu- âcuz if I hadnât I donât think I would have found the person who saw all the potential under my chaos.â Heâs coy now- smirking at her, and sheâs rolling her eyes, stepping back to hop up on the front counter before yanking his hand to pull him closer.
Her hands slide around the back of his neck, slipping underneath his bulky headphones to press her thumbs against the soft skin of his throat.
She can feel Augustsâ heartbeat- the way it starts to speed up.Â
She can feel him swallow nervously.
âYeah, you little sneak? Want me to show you something really awesome?â She murmurs with a soft smirk of her own- and his turns into a grin as he meets her kiss halfway, his hands going to rest on her hips gently as he melts into her, and she could swear sheâd heard a gentle moan leave him as she pulls him in deeper.
The kiss starts off sweet- lips molding together gently, hesitantly- as they test boundaries, his arms wrapping around her waist to hold her nearer, her tongue gently flicking against the seam of his lips, asking politely for entry.
And like the action had flicked a switch- she feels a shudder run through him as he allows her access, the kiss morphing from sweet and tentative- into something that had him trembling under her fingers, his tongue almost curiously brushing and slipping against hers, soft- near silent moans being heard from him every time their lips parted for even a moment.
Heâs slacking his jaw, panting into her mouth as he allows her to swipe her tongue inside- before sucking on it and letting out a groan that she felt pulse right into her core.
Her hands slip up to his jaw, and he settles himself between her spread legs on the countertop, hands beginning to squeeze her hips tighter as she finally pulls away.
âPlease donât stop.â Â August whines-
Theyâre both panting softly- a trail of saliva connecting their lips as their foreheads are pressed together- her thumbs brushing the soft skin of his face as she brushes their noses together gently.
âI adore you.â She murmurs, and she can see his eyes behind his glasses soften in their close proximity- and heâs pressing his face against her neck, kissing the spot below her ear as he murmurs.
âI think I love you.â
And Augusts voice is almost scared. Like the omission was going to hurt him- but before she can respond, heâs pulling away and babbling at her- pacing back and forth across the dusty floor and avoiding eye contact with her as he rambles loudly.
âI KNOW weâve only been together a MONTH! I KNOW Iâm impulsive and LOUD! I KNOW that I can be overwhelming and ANNOYING! But I also know that youâre the only woman Iâve ever been so desperately attached to that I cannot sleep- I cannot work- hell- It feels like I canât think wit-â
âAugust.â
His ranting is cut short by her voice, and he stops mid-pace to stare at her- like heâd forgotten she was even there. Like heâd practiced this so many times that heâd lost track of the fact that it was meant to be said to someone- not his mirror.
âI love you.â She says- and itâs point-blank. Decisive. Her brows twitching up as she gives him a soft smile.
âSo chill out, alright? Youâve had me in your pocket from day one.â
And heâs staring at her with raised brows- mouth open in a soft âohâ of surprise.
âI love you.â Heâs repeating to her, like an echo he canât really believe-, before heâs rushing forwards to capture her lips in another frenzied kiss.
And like their confession had put a key in a lock and turned- their hands are all over the other.Â
Sheâs gripping his overall straps and heâs gripping her by the meat of her ass, lifting her off the counter and panting against her lips as he does- his words coy as she can feel him smirk.
âYou said thereâs a loft? I wonder if they left you a bed-â and sheâs giggling into their kiss, nodding and pointing to the stairs along the back wall of the building with one of her hands, arms wrapped around his neck.
âThattaway, Mr.Stilza.â She says, and heâs off, their kiss broken by her laugher and their bouncing as he hikes them up the stairs.
And their giggling is cut short- as she looks upon the beautifully cozy living quarters that she saw when she turned her head.
A note, placed upon a table she saw- and she clambered out of Augustsâ pouting grasp as she skips over to look at it.
To our new favorite Baker- you have set us up for the loveliest retirement the Ground has to offer- the least we can do is make sure you have a place to sleep and live.
We cannot wait to see what you do.
Thank you,Â
With Love,
The Hendersons.
Her lower lip started to quiver, and her eyes were blurry as she looked around the space.
An open floor plan- with a small kitchen in the corner, fully furnished with an oven, fridge and dining table with chairs.Â
A couch opposite, over-stuffed, patched and very comfortable looking.
There were bookshelves everywhere- Â all empty sans one shelf- and upon closer inspection- it was stuffed with cookbooks.
And the tears were falling, her back turned to August- though a telltale sniffle had him rushing over to her, hands going to her shoulders.
The contact broke her- and her head leans back- openly sobbing as she hiccups.
âThey- they left me all this stuuuuufffff! -hic- theyâre so niiiice!â And August is relieved to hear soft laughs through her tears, and heâs chuckling too- wrapping her up in his arms as he presses his face into her hair.
âYeah, let it out. Youâre okay ma.â Â
After a moment, she finally sniffles and wipes her eyes, chuckling in embarrassment.
âSorry- that was crazy. I guess I just havenât had a home base for so long it kinda hit me like a Trash Beast realizing I do now.â She explains, and he grips her shoulders, shaking her until giggles are erupting from her uncontrollably.
âYOUâRE VALID.â August proclaims, voice wobbly with his own movements, and sheâs finally playfully slapping him away, tears gone- and replaced with mirth- which was his goal.Â
She comes in for another hug- face pressed against his chest and listening to the drum of his heart- and they stand there for god knows how long- wrapped in each others arms and breathing in each others scents.
August smelled like charcoal and paper- and like old fabric and something deeper, the smell of him hidden under the rest.
She pulls away, and he glances at her- just to raise his brows as she takes his hand and starts leading him to a door on the side wall, walking backwards as a coy smile flits to her lips.
âSo⊠about that bed?â
And heâs giving her a smile of his own as he allows himself to be yanked to the bedroom.
The door flings open- and itâs sparsely furnished, a mattress and frame with simple bedding, nightstand and dresser being the simple decor that they barely glanced at as their hands attach to the other.
Their kiss is passionate as her hands tangle in his hair, and she turns them and walks him towards the bed until the backs of his knees hit it and heâs forced to fall onto the mattress.
She barely takes even a second before sheâs atop him, straddling his thighs with her knees as she presses on his chest, her lips recapturing his as her tongue swipes inside, his gentle sighs and shivers into her mouth causing her stomach to pulse with an agonizing need.
Augusts hands seem hesitant despite his soft moaning beneath her- hands barely brushing her hips and waist- so she took initiative and reached back, gripping his wrists and placing them firmly on her ass.
His groan into their kiss has her clit twitching- and she lets out a soft yelp into their kiss as he pulls her- dragging her up and against the hard mass above his legs she had been straddling.Â
âPlease.â August whispers- and his voice is hoarse- like heâs wound tight- and a shudder runs across the both of their bodies as she rolls her hips, a pitiful mewl escaping him as he breaks their kiss to lean his head back, eyes closed as he gasps.
âOh, youâre gonna kill me.â He whines softly, and she canât help the soft giggle that escapes her- her head dipping to pepper kisses up and down his throat as she starts bouncing gently, her hips rolling and grinding against him, his head tilting back to give her ease of access as his lips part, breathy gasps escaping him as his hands hold onto her ass for dear life.
Every movement she makes seems to draw twitches and shaky breaths from him- like heâs overstimulated just from a kiss.
And sheâs barely better off- what she was feeling was considerable- to say the least, and even through the denim they both wore- it was pressing against her in a way that had her tangling her fingers back into his hair and yanking him up for another kiss.
The moan that comes from August- and the way he bucks up against her when she pulls on his hair has her moaning into the kiss, and itâs set him off, frantically gasping against her lips.
âYou- you gotta-that- I canât-â and Augusts face is heated as she sits back up, the motion causing an even deeper press- a strangled yell of her name being ripped from him as he grips her hips and presses her down, his hips twitching up as he jerks against her.Â
And like the vixen knew what she was doing- she gives him a coy smile and presses her hands against his chest, holding him down as she continues her bouncing and grinding, leaning in to lick the shell of his ear and bite his lobe before murmuring in a tone that had his eyes rolling into the back of his head and his grip her hips tightening near painfully.
âCanât what? Hmm? â
August is suddenly forcing her back down against him, and his hips start bucking against her.
âHoly shit youâre evil. Youâre an EVIL woman with EVIL intentions.â Heâs groaning- and sheâs laughing in his ear softly, pressing a kiss against it before heâs shuddering again.
âOhgodIthinkIwantyoutobiteme.â August babbles- and she lets out a short chuckle- before complying and slipping a hand from his roots and tucking a finger in the collar of his shirt- dragging it down and pressing kisses to the spot where his throat and shoulder meet- laving her tongue across the space, before giving him a testing bite- sharp, but not very hard.
âOh-OH!â Is all he can get out before his back is arching, her name flying from his lips as he gasps, and his hips twitch beneath her uncontrollably, his eyes clenching shut behind his glasses as he hisses through his teeth.
Glasses knocked askew, cheeks red as embarrassment seeps into his very core as she watches him come back around with her teeth sunk into her lower lip- sitting up now.
âIâM SO SORRY- Iâve never- Iâm a- fuuuck.â Heâs yelling- before slapping his hands over his face and refusing to look at her.
And sheâs blinking at him, eyes wide as she started to understand what he was talking about.
Starting to realize why he might be so sensitive.
âAugust- are you a-?â
âDO NOT SAY IT OUT LOUD.â
His words are muffled behind his hands- and her gaze softens- hands going to grip his fingers and pull them away from his face.
His glasses are discarded with the movement- and she looks into his nervous gaze with a loving one of her own.
âThatâs okay, Auggie.â Sheâs murmuring, as she leans in to brush their noses together.
âI wasnât running around thinking you were a deviant.â She jokes coyly, and she can see him swallow roughly- his eyes darkening as his hands go back to her hips.
âOh- but I wanna be.âÂ
And heâs leaning up to capture her lips again- and another whine is pulled from him as she testing rolls her hips once more, hands slipping from his throat to unbuckle the straps of his overalls.
âLet me know if you wanna stop?â She says- rushed against his lips.
âAbsolutely fucking not.â Is his response as he helps her get him out of the loose denim trapping his body.
Heâs sitting up, tugging on the hem of her sweater- and his eyes go wide as she lifts it to travel the red satin heâd made just for her.
âSuperb.â He mumbles- yanking a short bark of laughter from her before sheâs pushing him back down, stripping her jeans off and dropping to her knees where he lay halfway off the bed.
Augusts head shoots up- and his eyes go wide as she places her hands on his thighs and licks a stripe across his happy trail- from the waistband of his boxers to his belly button, and he hurriedly yanks his t-shirt off to gain her more access to doing whatever that was.
She takes it happily, and she presses soft, hot, open mouthed misses along his torso and chest- and a groan is pulled from deep him his chest when she wraps her lips around one of his nipples and sucked on it- rolling the bud gently between her teeth.
And her hands were teasingly close to his still painfully hard erection, hands softly tracing the outline of his hips and inner thighs.
âYouâre worse than me, you- youâre a monster.â Heâs whining, and she chuckles, pressing a kiss to his chest before dipping back down.
âDear godâ The words are a strangled cry from him as her tongue suddenly swipes up the cloth of his boxers- cum-soaked and clinging to his cock lewdly.
His red cheeks and flustered expression have her smirking, before she slips her fingers inside and gently tugs on the waistband- his hips rising to help, though his eyes shoot from hers as he nervously starts biting his lip, blatantly not watching her face as his cock springs free.
And watch she did, as it swings up- nearly hitting her in her chin as she gazes in awe..
That confidence had to come from somewhere, and if it was nine inches of the most beautiful cock sheâd ever seen- well, she was alright with that.Â
It was pale and she thought her hand would just about wrap around the shaft- with soft skin and a mushroomed tip that was slick with his own cum.
âIâm going to fucking explode if you donât stop staring.â And heâs meek now- voice hoarse and soft as he barely glances at her from the corner of his eye.
âYeah? And what about if I do this?â And sheâs snickering before placing her hands on the V of his hips and dragging her tongue up his now exposed length, a sharp gasp being drawn from him as he slams his shoulders and head back down- hands coming up to cover his pink face.
âHoly shit⊠pleasedothatagain. please.â Augusts words are muffled behind his hands, like heâs embarrassed by his inability to shut up- and sheâs giving him an egotistical smile he canât see.Â
She gives him what he wants- and heâs twitching beneath her hands as her tongue drags up from his sack to the tip of his cock-Â and when she swirls her tongue around the head heâs gasping- hands going to grip her hair to hold her still as he stares down at her in disbelief.
âSensitive?â She murmurs softly, and for once heâs speechless, just a small nod coming from his pleading face- and the wicked gleam in her eye makes him swallow roughly- before heâs watching - and feeling her slowly wrap her lips around him- just letting him feel the warmth of her mouth.
And heâs leaning back, sighing nervously as she wraps her hand around his base and slowly starts to pump her hand, her tongue gently swirling around his tip- attempting to memorize every vein and twitch in her mouth and under her hands as she watched him start to fall apart under her.
His hips are twitching- his eyes clenched shut as his hands go from her hair to the sheets, gripping them tightly as heâs softly panting her name and other loving words- punctuated with occasional curses of her entire being.
âHoly- god that feels good - fuck you- iâm sorry I donât know why I said thaaaat- YES, YES I DO- FUCK!â And his babbling is cut short as she punishes him for his tawdry mouth by taking a deep breath through her nose and deep throating him, the head of his cock pressing past the entrance of her throat and his hands coming up to grip her hair again.
But this time- heâs holding her still as he fucks into her mouth, his babbling turning into whorish moans as he can feel his cock slide down her throat- -and after a few chokes and gags, sheâs able to take it all- her thighs clenching together as she slips a hand down between them and starts to lazily rub circles around her clit through her panties- until sheâs slapping at his thigh with her other hand- desperate for air.
âOh fuck- Iâm sorry!â Heâs gasping, releasing his grip on her, and sheâs pulling away- gasping herself and coughing a few times- but when sheâs done sheâs looking up at him with puffy lips and glassy eyes- devilish grin on her face.
âYouâre so lucky I thought that was hot.â She says, shaking her head with a chuckle and rising- catching his lips in a kiss and slowly pushing him back down, straddling him yet again- though hovering slightly.
Augustsâ eyes are wide, and she can see a soft sheen of sweat on his forehead as he swallows- Adamâs apple bobbing nervously.
âAre you okay, Augie? We donât have t-â Her brows furrow in concern, and she made like she was going to get up- but he cuts her off with his hands slamming onto her hips and holding her in place.
âIwanttosobadIâmjustnervous.â He rushes out, and she chuckles, gaze softening as she dips back down to give him a sweet, slow kiss.
She moved their mouths together softly- gently, until she could feel his body seem to relax bit by bit, the gentle press of her tongue against his lips giving her that same shiver as before, body melting into the mattress as his grip on her hips loosened.
âYou donât ever need to be nervous around me.â She murmurs against his lips, and all he can do is nod meekly as her hips gently drop- the soft satin pressing against the length of his exposed cock, and she starts rolling against him.
The fabric was already slick- from her playing with herself while he fucked her face- and a soft whine escapes him as his arms go to wrap around her waist, hands pressing between her shoulder blades to press her fully against him.
And like a subconscious urge he canât avoid, his hips are bucking up against her again, frotting his sensitive length against the soft fabric as he wraps his arms around her waist and drags her to press against him.
âI wanna make you feel good- tell me what to do- please?â He whispers softly against her lips, and his words have her cunt clenching- his meek, soft tone being one sheâd never heard before- and the sound of it had her obsessed.Â
âJust promise that Iâm the only one that gets to hear you like this.â She murmurs, and her hands are yanking on his roots, and she gets what she wants.
Augustsâ head leaning back, a pathetic moan leaving him as she pairs the motion with a slide up- and his cock catches on her entrance still covered by satin.
âDear border above- save me from this wicked-â
Â
Sheâs slapping her hand over his mouth, giggling as his eyes go wide and his hips buck up, his eyes rolling back into his head as his hands help guide the grinding of her hips against his cock.
And the harder her hand squeezes against his face- the harder his grip becomes, lashes fluttering back open as he looks up at her with tilted brows- gaze pitiful as he whines under her palm.
âIâm realizing a lot of things about myself today.â And even muffled behind her hand- she can understand what he says, and sheâs rolling her eyes- smirking as she removes it and replaces it with her lips, pressing a chaste kiss to his- but when she pulls back, heâs staring her dead in the eye and speaking point-blank, despite the breathy tone to his voice.
âSit on my face.â
Her eyes go wide, and she sits back up- the motion causing a groan to escape him as his hips twitch up.
âPlease? I wanna taste you so bad.â He whines, and he pulls on the meat of her hips- attempting to yank her up his chest and only managing to bounce her against his length- drawing moans from the both of them.
âA-are you sure? I mea-â
âYES.â August demands- and when he yanks her again- she allows him, though hesitantly.
She settles over the upper half of his chest- and he shuffles down to slide her calves under his shoulders so he can wrap his arms around her thighs from behind.
âHoly shit, yes-â Is all he gets out, before heâs pulling her closer and running the flat of his tongue over her clothed folds- glancing up at her from pale lashes in interest when a shiver rolls through her body as he drags it up.
And before she can say anything about his damn coy smirk, heâs nuzzling the satin between her legs- taking a deep breath before releasing a delighted sigh paired with a shudder rumbling through his boy- and she can feel his hips twitch behind her back.
âYou look so beautiful in my clothes.â August murmurs- hands lovingly gliding across the fabric covering her ass, before sliding up to bunch the satin across her mound and pull it up tight- causing it to slip between and capture her clit between the folds of fabric.
And August is watching what happens curiously, lips coming to press against the small bulge- and her hips twitch, a hand coming to clap over her own face as she looks down at him in flushed shock.
But heâs not paying attention to her- heâs paying attention to her pussy, squeezing and tugging the fabric of her panties up as his tongue and lips circle and press against her clit in ways that had her seriously questioning his experience.
âI thought you said-â
âI was raised by a doctor.â Is his simple response, as heâs pulling her panties to the side and diving in.
And her hands are slapping over her mouth- containing her yelp of shock and pleasure as heâs wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking gently, tongue coming out to swirl around the nerves softly, and his eyes glance back up with a pleased gleam.
âCâmon, only us hereâŠâ He murmurs, muffled against her- and his words have his lips buzzing against her clit, her hands coming down to rest atop his head instead as she whines.
âYeah- but-OH!â She doesnât even know what she was going to say- but it doesnât matter, because heâs pulling her closer, and heâs shoving his tongue inside of her and pressing his nose against her clit, rubbing his face up and down and forcing her to slap one hand against the wall for stability and dig the other into his hair.
âFuck- Auuugust! Keep doing that. Just keep doing that.â
He hums in response, and she can feel his hips jerk behind her with every sound she made, which was a lot- as she started twitching across his face, all insecurity gone as she focused on his unexpected talent between her legs.
One of his hands comes down, the one not holding her panties to the side- and he starts rubbing her clit alongside his nose- and sheâs mewling above him, that warmth in her stomach twisting into something hotter- her thighs twitching around his head as she starts panting.
âAu-Augie, âm gonna⊠youâre gonna make meâŠ!â Sheâs stuttering, and the hand holding her panties disappears, before she feels two of his long, slim but lithe fingers slide inside entrance from behind, and his mouth moves back to her clit.
And her head is snapping back, thighs and stomach convulsing as her sweet, goofy designer scissors his fingers in and out of her and swirls his tongue around her clit until sheâs coming undone over his face, her cunt clenching around his fingers and filling his hand and mouth with her slick desire slipping down his wrist and jaw.
âFuck, August!â Sheâs shouting, and when her hand clenches in his hair as she cums all over his face, his hips start jerking up behind her- stimulated by nothing but her voice and her thighs wrapped around his head and the taste of her- but heâs moaning whorishly against her cunt- mouth hanging open and holding the flat of his tongue out for her to ride her orgasm out on as his cock starts shooting out thick streams of cum up his own abdomen, even going so far as to land on her ass at the very top of his chest.
His eyes are rolled back into his skull, pitiful mines and grunts coming from him as he comes hands-free, and the fact that he had just done that had her blushing, embarrassed at how the fact makes her clit pulse against his tongue even harder.
âHoly shit, that was so hot.â She pants, before she finally pulls away from him, swinging her leg over and hopping off the bed- kissing away the pathetic whine that leaves him between overstimulated pants when she moves to leave.
âJust a moment, my love.â She murmurs, before walking to the conveniently attached bath theyâd ignored and coming back with a washcloth sheâd found in the cabinet and had wetted with warm water.
And she climbs back onto the bed- hovering over August and giving him soft, sweet kisses between his slowing breaths as she runs the warm cloth over his body- cleaning their desire from his chest and neck, before moving down and gently- softly wiping down his softening, far too sensitive length.Â
ââM sorry-â Attempting to apologize for his premature release, she cuts him off with a firmer, more demanding kiss that was definitely meant to send a message.
One that said âShut up.â
âI love you.â She murmurs against his lips, and August melts into her touches, his hands coming up to hold her face gently as she wipes him clean lovingly- gently swiping the cloth across his chest and stomach a few more times before tossing the washcloth into a basket in the corner and pushing at him to crawl underneath the covers with her- where she attaches herself to his side, crawling under his arm and resting her head in the crook of his neck, leg hooked across his waist.
âI love you.âÂ
His soft voice is pressed against her hair, and she lets out a satisfied hum, nuzzling into his throat as she feels sleep start to take over.
âI love you. Now youâd better still fucking be here when I wake up this time.â She grumbles, and the last thing she hears is his throaty chuckle as she fades into a blissful rest surrounded by his arms and scent.
In which August can't eat a pussy without talking your ear off.
MDI, NSFW content, f!reader, cunnilingus, oral (f receiving), dirty talking(?), august talks A LOT || This thing was sitting in my drafts for 2 months lol *throws some glitter at your face cuz it's sounds funny af in my head*
the room smelled like rust, old motor oil, and the faint tang of whatever chemical august had been messing with earlier.
youâd barely kicked the door shut behind you before he was on youâgrinning like heâd just found the last clean food in the slums, hands already shoving you in the bed, pulling your t-shirt up and yanking your pants down with zero ceremony.
âmissed this pussy like it owes me money,â he announces the second he sees your pretty cunt. laying comfortably. way too comfortably for a guy whoâs supposed to be âworkingâ .
you grab a fistful of that messy blonde hair and pull his face where you actually want it.
âaugust. shut up.â
he doesnât.
âohhh fuck yesâlook at her, already so wet sheâs glistening like she got varnishedâdid you walk around all day thinking about my tongue or what?â his words vibrate right against your clit and you swear the whole room rattles.
you try to smother him with your thighs. he just moans like itâs the best thing thatâs ever happened to him.
âmmfâchoke me with these thighs, babe, iâm beggingâwait no, actually keep âem open i wanna see everythingâfuck, sheâs pulsing, youâre pulsing, holy shitââ
âaugust.â
ââbet i could make you squirt just by talking dirty to your clit, huh? look at that little thing jump every time i breathe on itââ
you finally lose patience, swinging one leg over his shoulder to switch positionsânow he's on his back and you're dropping your full weight on his face.
his mouth sealed to your hole and his surprised âhnngh?!â muffled straight into your cunt.
for maybe six glorious seconds heâs quiet.
thenâ
the vibrations start.
heâs humming. full-on vibrating like a busted engine, tongue lapping broad and filthy while he makes these obscene, happy little noises that sound suspiciously like heâs trying to sing through your folds.
you grind down harder, partly to shut him up, partly because the pressure of his nose against your clit is stupidly good.
he still wonât stop talking.
orâŠattempting to.
ââsâgoodâfuckinââmmphâdrowninâ meâyesyesyesâuse my face like a chairâfuck i love when you get meanâgonna cum on my tongue? gonna soak my stupid mouth? câmon câmon câmonââ
every word is garbled, spit-soaked, desperate. heâs practically gargling you and still managing to run his mouth.
you canât help itâyou laugh. breathless, shaky, half-moan-half-cackle.
âyouâre literally the worst,â you gasp, rolling your hips in a slow, mean circle. âcanât even eat pussy quietly for thirty seconds.â
he pulls back just enough to speakâchin dripping, eyes glassy and manic.
âquietâs boring,â he pants. âand your pussy likes when iâm loud. listenââ he drags his tongue flat from your entrance to your clit in one long, obnoxious slurp. âsheâs crying for me. telling me to keep talking.â
you shove him back in by the hairâhard.
âless talking. more sucking.â
âmake me,â he mumbles into you, already grinning against your slick.
so you do.
you ride his face like it personally offended youâsmearing yourself across his nose, his cheeks, his chinâuntil his hands claw at your ass and thighs like heâs scared youâll actually stop. the muffled stream of filth keeps coming, wordless now, just desperate moans and greedy slurps and the occasional âfuckâyesâmoreâgimmeââ whenever you lift up enough for him to breathe.
when you finally come itâs loudâlouder than him, which feels like a small victoryâand he drinks it down like heâs dying of thirst, tongue still flicking even after you start twitching from overstimulation.
you lift off, legs shaky.
heâs a mess. hair wrecked, face shiny from the nose down, lips swollen, pupils blown so wide he looks drugged. and heâs still grinning.
âsoâŠâ he rasps, licking his lips like heâs savoring the last drop. âround two? or you gonna sit on my face again and pretend you hate how much i talk?â
you drop back downâharder this time.
âshut. up.â
he doesnât.
but honestly? you wouldnât want him to.
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In which August can't eat a pussy without talking your ear off.
MDI, NSFW content, f!reader, cunnilingus, oral (f receiving), dirty talking(?), august talks A LOT || This thing was sitting in my drafts for 2 months lol *throws some glitter at your face cuz it's sounds funny af in my head*
the room smelled like rust, old motor oil, and the faint tang of whatever chemical august had been messing with earlier.
youâd barely kicked the door shut behind you before he was on youâgrinning like heâd just found the last clean food in the slums, hands already shoving you in the bed, pulling your t-shirt up and yanking your pants down with zero ceremony.
âmissed this pussy like it owes me money,â he announces the second he sees your pretty cunt. laying comfortably. way too comfortably for a guy whoâs supposed to be âworkingâ .
you grab a fistful of that messy blonde hair and pull his face where you actually want it.
âaugust. shut up.â
he doesnât.
âohhh fuck yesâlook at her, already so wet sheâs glistening like she got varnishedâdid you walk around all day thinking about my tongue or what?â his words vibrate right against your clit and you swear the whole room rattles.
you try to smother him with your thighs. he just moans like itâs the best thing thatâs ever happened to him.
âmmfâchoke me with these thighs, babe, iâm beggingâwait no, actually keep âem open i wanna see everythingâfuck, sheâs pulsing, youâre pulsing, holy shitââ
âaugust.â
ââbet i could make you squirt just by talking dirty to your clit, huh? look at that little thing jump every time i breathe on itââ
you finally lose patience, swinging one leg over his shoulder to switch positionsânow he's on his back and you're dropping your full weight on his face.
his mouth sealed to your hole and his surprised âhnngh?!â muffled straight into your cunt.
for maybe six glorious seconds heâs quiet.
thenâ
the vibrations start.
heâs humming. full-on vibrating like a busted engine, tongue lapping broad and filthy while he makes these obscene, happy little noises that sound suspiciously like heâs trying to sing through your folds.
you grind down harder, partly to shut him up, partly because the pressure of his nose against your clit is stupidly good.
he still wonât stop talking.
orâŠattempting to.
ââsâgoodâfuckinââmmphâdrowninâ meâyesyesyesâuse my face like a chairâfuck i love when you get meanâgonna cum on my tongue? gonna soak my stupid mouth? câmon câmon câmonââ
every word is garbled, spit-soaked, desperate. heâs practically gargling you and still managing to run his mouth.
you canât help itâyou laugh. breathless, shaky, half-moan-half-cackle.
âyouâre literally the worst,â you gasp, rolling your hips in a slow, mean circle. âcanât even eat pussy quietly for thirty seconds.â
he pulls back just enough to speakâchin dripping, eyes glassy and manic.
âquietâs boring,â he pants. âand your pussy likes when iâm loud. listenââ he drags his tongue flat from your entrance to your clit in one long, obnoxious slurp. âsheâs crying for me. telling me to keep talking.â
you shove him back in by the hairâhard.
âless talking. more sucking.â
âmake me,â he mumbles into you, already grinning against your slick.
so you do.
you ride his face like it personally offended youâsmearing yourself across his nose, his cheeks, his chinâuntil his hands claw at your ass and thighs like heâs scared youâll actually stop. the muffled stream of filth keeps coming, wordless now, just desperate moans and greedy slurps and the occasional âfuckâyesâmoreâgimmeââ whenever you lift up enough for him to breathe.
when you finally come itâs loudâlouder than him, which feels like a small victoryâand he drinks it down like heâs dying of thirst, tongue still flicking even after you start twitching from overstimulation.
you lift off, legs shaky.
heâs a mess. hair wrecked, face shiny from the nose down, lips swollen, pupils blown so wide he looks drugged. and heâs still grinning.
âsoâŠâ he rasps, licking his lips like heâs savoring the last drop. âround two? or you gonna sit on my face again and pretend you hate how much i talk?â
you drop back downâharder this time.
âshut. up.â
he doesnât.
but honestly? you wouldnât want him to.
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Could we possibly a fic on clingy zanka x readerđđ
Something full of cuddles and kisses from himâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
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Zanka refused to let you go, and honestly, it didn't look like he was going to change his mind.
His legs were tangled with yours, and his head was buried firmly in the crook of your neck. His arms softly wrapped around your waist with a strength that completely contradicted his usual tough-guy persona in front of the other Cleaners.
In the safety of your room, far away from the waste grounds, trash beasts, and responsibilities, Zanka wasn't the loud, competitive warrior everyone knew; he was simply a boy who desperately needed your affection.
"Zanka, I need to get up for a glass of water," you whispered, running your fingers through his messy hair.
A muffled groan vibrated against your skin.
"No," he grumbled, squeezing you a little tighter. "Five more minutes. The water can wait. Your priority is me."
You smiled at his bossy tone, though you knew it was just a facade to hide how much he loved being close to you. Zanka was usually prideful, but when it came to receiving love, he became incredibly clingy and territorial.
To prove his point, he began leaving a trail of soft, lazy kisses along your jawline. His lips were warm, and he took his time, moving slowly up to the corner of your mouth. You shifted slightly on the mattress to face him, closing the remaining distance between you.
Noticing that he had your full attention, Zankaâs eyes gleamed with a mix of triumph and adoration. He pressed a firm kiss against your lips, followed by another, and another, as if he wanted to imprint himself on you or make sure you weren't going anywhere. His kisses were sweet, a total contrast to his chaotic daily energy.
"You're very affectionate today," you said, tracing his cheekbone with your thumb.
"I always am," he retorted, looking away for a split second with a faint blush, though he didn't pull back even a millimeter. "Besides, Rudo and the others won't stop causing a racket at headquarters. With you is the only place where there's peace. Don't blame me for wanting to take advantage of it."
"I'm not blaming you," you replied softly, connecting your lips with his in a long, deep kiss.
Zanka sighed into the kiss, completely relaxing his shoulders. His hand moved from your waist to the back of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair to keep you close. When you finally broke apart for air, he rested his forehead against yours, sharing the same breath.
"Stay like this," he requested in an unusually soft, almost vulnerable whisper. "Just... hold me."
You didn't have to think twice. You snuggled closer against his chest, listening to the fast but steady beat of his heart, while his protective arms wrapped securely around you, peppering the crown of your head with tender kisses until you both drifted off to sleep.
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