𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✿゙
୨୧ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 - {𝟏𝟖+}, pet names, p in v, praises, dirty talking, mentions of wanting babies, zanka aged up (21+), fingering, cussing, oral (fem! receiving), mentions of breeding & pregnancy, sorta not proofread.
୨୧ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - enjin┆tamsy caines┆zanka nijiku ┆corvus arkha┆bro santa
“enjinnn— please?..” you whined, slowly grinding on him.
“please what?” he growled, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, voice thick with barely leashed restraint as his thumbs brushed the sensitive skin just above your hip bones.
the scent of your arousal was intoxicating, making his jaw clench. “you’re soaked, princess. tell me exactly what you want me to do about it. use your words.”
“fuckkk.. i’m ovulating so bad— i-i need you enjin,”
enjin groaned at your words, his eyes rolling back briefly as he felt your warmth through his clothes.
he knew what ovulating meant for you, how sensitive and needy it made you. not to mention but it was also his favorite time of the month. “you need me to fuck you huh?” he asked, his voice rough.
“yes please enjin..” you mumbled, closing your eyes while feeling him grind harder on you.
“spread your legs wider, princess.” he commanded, his hands sliding up to your waist as he lifted you slightly.
his other hand quickly unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants, freeing his already hard length. he positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you with the head.
as you opened your eyes slowly, staring at him with half lidded eyes.
his golden eyes burned into yours, pupils blown wide with hunger. he held your gaze as he slowly pushed forward, watching your expression melt into pure bliss.
“that’s it.. look at me,” he purred, sinking deeper with each word until he was fully buried inside you. “you’re yes get so pretty when you're horny like this.”
“enjinnnn..” you whimpered.
“say it again,” he demanded, pulling out slowly before slamming back in deep, hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl.
his head dropped to your neck, lips brushing your pulse point. “fuck, you feel like you’re squeezing me everywhere. ovulating really does a number on you, doesn’t it?”
your breath hitches, “shh, i got you,” he murmured, one hand gripping your hair gently while the other held your hip firmly.
he started a perfect rhythm, each thrust deliberate and deep, aiming to hit your cervix with every stroke.
you let out soft moans, while gripping on his tatted biceps. making you whimper each time his tip reached your cervix.
“that’s my girl,” he praised, feeling you clamp down on him harder with each precise thrust. his pace was relentless—not giving you a moment to adjust as he kept hammering that exact spot, knowing it would make you cream on him.
the wet sound of your joining filled the air, mixing with your desperate whimpers. “you’re o close already, aren’t you?”
you tried to speak but couldn’t, you nodded desperately before he successfully kissed your g spot, you let out a loud moan.
“there it is,” he said with satisfaction, watching your face contort in pure ecstasy. he knew exactly what he was doing, kissing that sensitive spot inside you over and over again with the head of his dick.
“come on my dick like the good girl you are baby,”
with those last words you came right on his length, gushing and moaning right away.
he groaned loudly, feeling you absolutely drench his cock as your walls milked him greedily.
“fuck.. that’s what i wanted," he praised, his own control snapping as he slammed into you a few more times through your orgasm before releasing inside you, filling you up with several hot pulses.
he stayed buried deep, not pulling out yet.
“thank you enjin..” you whispered while catching your breath.
“shh, i know,” he soothed, peppering soft kisses along your neck and shoulder as he gently rocked his hips, stirring his slowly softening cock inside you.
his large hands caressed your sides comfortingly. “just rest on me for a bit, princess.” he murmured against your skin, holding you close.
“are you ovulating?” tamsy asked, his hands roamimg around under your shirt. it’s weird because somehow he always knows when you’re ovulating or not, it’s like he can smell it everytime.
“how did you know?..” you whispered, as your hands were against his neck. he smirks and leaning in closer, his warm breath tickling your neck
“you always get a little more sensitive and needy during this time of the month, love.” he murmurs, his hands slowly moving up your sides “i can smell it. that sweet, musky aroma that only means one thing..”
you blush, “tamsy..” as he chuckles darkly, his lips grazing your ear as his fingers hook into your waistband.
“don’t ‘tamsy’ me like you’re innocent, dove. you’re drenched already, aren’t you?” his thumb finds your clit through your panties, circling lazily. “all swollen and eager for my cock.. just waiting to be bred.”
you moan quietly, “please? i need you tamsy..” you begged softly, trying to find more sensation with his fingers.
his breath hitches at your plea, his cock already rock hard in his pants. “that’s my good girl.” he kisses you deeply, his fingers slipping under your panties to rub your clit directly. “i’ll give you what you need, love.”
he kisses you hungrily again, his fingers working your clit with practiced circles while his other hand slides down to cup your ass, pulling you hard against his bulge. “feel that? just aching to sink into you.”
he pulls down your panties, his cock springing free—thick and leaking.
you let out a moan, “look how wet you are, baby.” he growls, spreading your legs wider to see your dripping slit. “so pink and swollen..” he notches his thick head against your entrance, coating himself in your juices.
he pushes in slightly, stretching you with his thick head, he thrusts forward slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to his thick length.
he bottoms out with a groan, his thick shaft buried deep in you.
as he stays buried, letting you feel every vein and ridge, “you’re milking me already.” he starts a slow, deep rhythm—each thrust hitting your deepest spots.
he pounds you harder now, his thick cock hitting your cervix with each powerful thrust.
he leans down to bite your neck possessively, “you’re onna be a good girl and get pregnant, aren't you?” he growls, his knot forming at your entrance.
you nodded, moaning as you released on his length.
he growls, feeling your walls flutter and milk him hungrily as you cum. he can smell the fertile sweetness of your ovulation, and it makes his knot swell larger, locking him inside your willing, desperate body.
his own orgasm crashes over him like a wave, and he empties his first huge load directly into your cervix.
but the real question is… are you keeping the baby or getting an abortion..?
zanka has been out all day for training and had to leave for a mission last minute.
so because of this, you’ve been moody and aching for pleasure. and worst since you were ovulating.
the minute he comes back, you immediately hugged him— slowly kissing his neck.
he groans softly, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. “fuck, i missed you so much...”
he mumbles against your skin before pulling back slightly to look at you, his eyes filled with concern and exhaustion. “you alright, love?”
“missed you so bad.. and worst of all i’m ovulating zanka,”
his grip on your waist tightens immediately, pupils dilating as he processes your words— the scent of you thick in the air now that he's paying attention.
“ovulating, huh..” he breathes against your lips, voice dropping low and rough with his own need. “and here i was thinking you were just extra clingy today.”
he lifts you up effortlessly, pressing you against the wall as his mouth crashes onto your neck, sucking and biting possessively.
“should’ve known— you get so needy when your body needs this..” his hands slide under your shirt, fingers digging into your hips. “guess i’m making up for lost time tonight.”
he carries you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed gently before unbuckling his belt and untying his pants— his uniform already making its way to the floor. he crawls over you, pushing your legs apart with his knees as he settles between them.
“fuck, you’re so wet—“ he groans, pulling your underwear aside to reveal your soaked pussy— his fingers immediately finding your clit and circling it slowly. “your poor little body been aching for my dick all day, hasn’t it?”
as gently added a finger in you, earning a big moan for him. then he adds another finger, stretching you open as he curls them inside you— his thumb pressing down on your clit to rub it in slow circles.
he watches your face intently, knowing exactly how to touch you to get the reactions he wants. “that’s t... take my fingers like a good girl.”
he fingers you slower than usual, knowing that when you’re ovulating you get more sensitive and hornier— he spreads your legs wider apart and pushes his fingers deeper, hitting that spot inside you that makes your back arch.
“you’re so sensitive right now...” he murmurs.
he suddenly pulls his fingers out, making you whine at the loss— but he silences you by pushing his face between your thighs and burying his tongue inside you instead.
he eats you out roughly, sucking on your clit hard and fast— determined to get you off quickly before he loses control.
he laps at your clit a few more times before sitting up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand— his dick hard and leaking as he grabs your hips and flips you over onto your hands and knees.
he lines himself up with your entrance and slams inside you to the hilt, bottoming out, making you moan.
he starts pounding into you with brutal force, knowing that when you’re ovulating you can take it rough— he grabs your hair and pulls your head back, fucking you so rough the headboard slams against the wall.
he reaches around to grab your tits and squeeze them roughly.
he’s completely losing himself in your tight heat— his balls slap against your clit with each thrust and he can feel you clenching around him.
he knows you’re close, so he slows down just to torture you, pulling out until just the tip is inside you before slamming back in. “you want to cum, baby?”
“zankaaaa pleaseee! i need this..”
a dark chuckle rumbles in his chest as he yanks your hips back hard, slamming into you so deep your vision blurs.
“need what?” he growls against your ear, one hand sliding up to grip your throat from behind—not squeezing, just holding—while the other reaches between your thighs to rub your clit frantically.
he feels your walls flutter around him and knows you’re on the edge— but he's not letting you go yet. “say it. tell me exactly what your needy body needs from me.”
his fingers press harder on your swollen clit as he thrusts deeper, slower— making you whimper and claw at the sheets.
“i-i need to cum— please!”
his thumb presses down hard on your clit, rubbing circles while his hips snap forward relentlessly— his grip on your throat tightening just slightly as he leans down to bite your shoulder.
“that’s not enough— need what from me?” he grits out, feeling his own orgasm building but holding back. he wants to hear you break.
“t-to cum… ughh pleasee!”
“there it is..” he groans, finally giving in and speeding up again— pounding into you so hard the entire bed creaks and threatens to break.
his fingers on your clit move at lightning speed, two sensations overwhelming your system at once. he knows this is exactly what your ovulating body craves— what it needs.
he feels your pussy clamp down around him as you scream, your release hitting you like a freight train— he’s never felt your walls pulse so violently before. he knows the hormones of ovulation have made you extra sensitive.
he pounds through your orgasm, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release.
“fuck— i’m gonna breed you right now— fill you up—“ he warns you, bottoming out and spilling inside you in hot, thick ropes, grinding his hips against your ass to make sure every drop hits deep where it needs to.
he stays buried inside you, not pulling out, as he watches your body closely. your body is more receptive—he stays hard and deep, his hands moving to your stomach possessively.
it’s late at night, and corvus has been in his office all day— just organizing his office, setting off the cleaners for more missions, in general just been busy.
you been needy for him all day, so it’s now been your breaking point.
you’re standing right in front of his office, just begging for attention— and possibly more.
you walk towards him, immediately settling in his lap— arms around his neck, just needy and wanting him. “corvusss..”
corvus looks up as you enter his office, his expression softening slightly at the sight of you. he leans back in his chair, his arms automatically wrapping around you as you settle into his lap. “mm, what is it, sweetheart?”
“i want you.. been needy and waiting for you—“
a soft chuckle escapes him as he presses a gentle kiss to your temple. “have you now? been waiting for me all day?” his hands begin to roam possessively, one hand splaying over your rear while the other slides up your side. “poor thing..”
“corvussss!!..” you whined in frustration.
instead of responding to your whine, he remains calm, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your skin.
he knows exactly what you want, but he also knows that making you wait will only make it sweeter when he finally gives in. “shh, shh, sweetheart.”
he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “you want me to fuck you right here on my desk, don't you? after you’ve been such a needy little thing all day..?”
his hand gives your bottom a light squeeze, his voice low and husky with desire. “tell me what you need, sweetheart.”
“i want you.. just you corvus i promise..” you whispered.
“mmm, i know, sweetheart. i know.” his voice is a velvet purr against your skin as his hands continue their maddening exploration, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your pants. “but you’ve been so needy all day... making those little sounds, looking at me with those big eyes.”
“i’m— ovulating..” you said, feeling a bit shy to admit.
at your admission, his pupils dilate slightly, his grip on you tightening possessively. he knows what that means— it means you're extra sensitive, extra needy, extra everything. and he loves it. “ahh, is that so?” making you nod.
he swallows hard, his mind already racing with the possibilities. he could take you right now, bend you over his desk and fuck you senseless. but he wants to make this last, to really savor you. “no wonder you’ve been so clingy.”
he pulls back slightly, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily. he unbuttons the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. he knows he needs to slow down, to tease you a bit. “come here, baby.”
he pulls you closer, until your bodies are flush against each other. he can feel every curve of your body against his, and it’s driving him mad.
he leans in, his lips grazing against yours in a soft, teasing kiss. “what do you want my baby, sweetheart?” he whispers against your mouth.”
his grip tightens on your hips, pulling you down until you can feel exactly what you do to him. “then you have me.”
his mouth crashes against yours in a demanding kiss, all pretending gone now. he stands abruptly, lifting you with him, and walks you backward until your ass rests against his desk. papers scatter everywhere.
he pushes your legs apart roughly, settling between them. his hands make quick work of your pants, shoving them down just enough to give him access. he’s hard, and he doesn't bother taking them off—just unzips quickly.
as slides two fingers into you, groaning at how wet you are.
he pumps his fingers in and out of you roughly, his thumb circling your clit. he watches your face closely, loving the way your eyes flutter shut and your mouth falls open in a silent moan.
he leans in, his teeth grazing your earlobe. “you’re o fucking wet, sweetheart. soaking my fingers.”
without warning, he pulls his fingers out of you and shoves them into his mouth, sucking your juices off of them loudly.
he groans in satisfaction, his eyes darkening even further. he pulls his hard cock out of his pants, slapping it against your pussy a few times.
he grips your hips hard enough to bruise, lifting you up slightly before driving into you in one brutal thrust. he fills you up completely, groaning loudly as your walls clamp down on him immediately.
he doesn’t give you time to adjust—just starts fucking you hard and fast, his desk creaking under the force of his movements. “there’s my good girl.”
his thrusts are deep and punishing, hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over. he leans down, capturing your lips in a messy, sloppy kiss as he continues to pound into you.
his hand slides between your bodies, matching the rhythm of his cock.
“gonna cum..” you cried out.
he fucks you even harder, his face contorting with pleasure as he watches you fall apart. he pulls your legs up over his shoulders, tilting your hips so he can get even deeper inside you.
your legs shake uncontrollably as you cum all over his cock, your cunt gushing with wetness. he groans loudly, his thrusts becoming erratic as he feels your walls pulsing around him.
his cum fills you up completely, dripping out around his thick dick. he stays inside you for a long moment, panting heavily as he rests his forehead against yours.
he kisses you softly, his touch at odds with the rough way he just fucked you. “my love of my life.”
“hmm.. you’re that time of the month, aren’t you?” bro santa hinted that you’re ovulating , helping you grind harder onto his growing bulge.
bro santa is old, so he knows every tricks in the book of a women’s body by now. and he could tell something in you needs him.
as he looks down at you with a knowing glint in his eyes “feeling extra sensitive today, huh?” he grins and grabs your hips, pulling you flush against him as he grinds his growing bulge against your core.
“pleaseee.. need you, doesn’t dear santa want a sibling..”
his grin widens, knowing exactly what you’re asking. he loves how desperate and hormonal you sound when you’re ovulating. he finds it incredibly cute and hot. “aww, baby.. you want me to put a baby in you?” he squeezes your hips possessively.
he then reaches back to unbutton his red pants, pulling out his thick cock “mmh.. guess i’m gonna have to deliver a very special gift this year.”
he positions you over him. “down baby girl. take all of your husbands cock.” his experience shows as he guides you to bounce on him at the perfect rhythm.
you moan, “ughhhh sooo goooddd!..”
he groans deeply, loving how wet and tight you are around him. he knows you're ovulating and your body is primed for baby making. “fuck, baby... feel that cock? i’m gonna fill you up so good.”
he starts thrusting up into you harder, hitting that perfect spot that makes your eyes roll back.
he leans forward to suck on your sensitive nipples while pounding into you relentlessly
you can feel his thick cock throbbing inside you as he hits your cervix just right. as he slams up into you, he’s already tightening. “c’mon baby, let me have that creampie..”
you whimper as his eyes roll back as he hits your cervix again, triggering intense pleasure and the urge to breed you.
he wraps his arms around you tightly, pulling you down onto his throbbing cock as deep as possible. “fuck! i’m gonna breed you right now..”
with a final, deep thrust, he buries himself inside your tight, while you came hard, he filled you with his thick, hot cum. he holds you down onto his pulsing dick, making sure every last drop goes straight into your eager womb.
he keeps you pinned on his cock, feeling you clench and milk him as he empties himself into your fertile depths. his weathered hands stroke your back gently. “there we go... such a good girl. gave mommy exactly what she needed.”
he can feel your cunt gripping him, trying to pull every last drop of his special gift inside.
eventually dear santa was really happy when you announced your pregnancy during that same week.
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