HAPPY VALENTINES’ DAY! ༘ ೀ⋆｡
୨୧ SYNOPSIS - valentines’ day has officially arrived, because of this you decide to surprise the boys with a little gift, which was a pretty lingerie. because of this surprise, they decided to show you how much they love you, creating love, making moments only you and him can rewind. while the cupid’s in the air, throwing more arrows at you.
୨୧ CONTAINS - p in v, pet names, unedited, cussing, long scenarios, dirty talks, nerd! follo au!, smoker! jabber, zanka being aged up (20+), zanka having mental issues, zanka being sorta depressed, pervy! august, degrading?, the word ‘daddy’ use, raw, oral (r! receiving), fingering, age gap, size kink, flirting, choking, rough & gentle?, biting & marking, fluff?, and etc!
୨୧ FEATURING - enjin ৴ tamsy ৴ zanka ৴ corvus ৴ august ৴ gris ৴ follo ৴ zodyl ৴ jabber
as valentines day finally comes, ENJIN surprises your room with fairy lights, candles, snacks, and more.
you two enjoyed the whole afternoon together, but you haven’t shown him his gift. you wanted to wait until night, and surprise him when he came back from doing some arrangements with the cleaners’
you wore a pretty lingerie, the lingerie that enjin always begged and begged for you to wear but never did.
so when the sun went down, and the moon appeared with a pretty grayish color. you laid in bed on your stomach, while reading a magazine. waiting for enjin to come any minute now
as a couple minutes went by, the door creaked open as enjin stepped inside, his usual tough exterior instantly melting away at the sight before him.
he froze mid-step, taking in the scene of you laying on your stomach, magazines scattered around you. the lingerie clinging to your curves under the moonlight streaming through your window.
you were so beautiful. you always were in his eyes, but in this moment? hah you stole his breath.
you haven’t noticed enjin walked in, still deep into your magazines while humming. while his heart pounded in his chest as he slowly closed the door behind him, locking it without a sound.
he approached the bed cautiously, like you were a delicate creature that might spook easily. his rough hands gently pushed the magazines aside as he climbed onto the bed behind you. “baby..”
you heard his soft gentle voice, closing the magazine while facing towards him, “how’d i look..? wore it just for you,” you whispered, crawling onto his lap.
he let out a low, appreciative hum that vibrated through his chest as his hands found your waist, fingers splayed possessively against the delicate fabric.
“gorgeous,” he breathed against your lips, thumb tracing the lace edge where it dipped low on your back. “absolutely fuckin’ gorgeous, angel.” his voice was rough, different from how he sounded with the cleaners’.
“wait for this all day handsome,” you mumbled against his lips, as the moonlight sparkled against your body and his.
his calloused fingers traced along the straps of your lingerie, his thumbs hooking into the delicate fabric as he pulled back just enough to drink in every inch of you beneath him.
“been thinkin' 'bout this since morning,” he admitted, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to your collarbone. “since the second i woke up and remembered what today is.”
“is it too late to have fun now? hm?” you whispered against his lips, “fuck no,” he growled softly, his hands sliding up from your waist to palms your breasts through the lace.
“it’s fuckin' perfect. you're perfect.” lips found yours in a deep, slow kiss that said more than any words could.
his hands continued to explore your curves under the moonlight, each touch surprisingly gentle for someone with his reputation.
he broke the kiss to press open mouthed kisses down your neck, his hands sliding beneath you to unhook your bra. “lift up,” he murmured against your skin.
you lift your arms up, letting him have full access of taking off the lingerie on you.
with a soft groan at the sight of you bare before him, enjin tossed the lingerie aside and pulled you flush against his chest.
his tattooed arms wrapped around you possessively as he nuzzled against your neck again, hands roaming your bare flesh possessively. “damn baby,”
“love the view?” you giggled, your fingers tracing against the lines of his tattoos.
“can't believe you’re mine,” he murmured against your throat, jaw tightening with something raw in his eyes. “somethin’ this beautiful, waitin’ for me on valentine's day in my own damn sheets.”
his thumb brushed reverently across your cheek before trailing down between your breasts, then lower, hooking fingers at the waistband of your panties.
“then what are you waiting for enjin?”
“nothing,” he growled softly, pulling back just enough to yank his shirt over his head, revealing his tattooed chest. “just appreciatin’ the view.” he pushed your panties down roughly, as his arms caging you in again.
you moan. and with a soft, he slowly lowered himself on top of you, his movements surprisingly gentle. no rough grabs, no hasty thrusts. just slow kisses and soft touches.
he entered you with a soft groan, his forehead pressed against yours as he began to move.
his breath hitched against your lips as you moaned, and he slowed even further, savoring the way you felt around him. his hips moved in deep, deliberate strokes, eyes never leaving yours.
“there you go angel,” he murmured, one hand slipping beneath your thigh to angle you just right against him. “that’s it... tell me what you need.”
“you..! i-i need you enjin— s’ bad..” you whine, pressing your head against the mattress.
“got me baby,” he whispered, his pace steady and sure. “got everything you need right here.” his movements grew a touch deeper, a touch slower, hitting that sweet spot inside you perfectly.
he swallowed hard, watching you. your lips parted slightly as you accepted him deeper. your skin was soft and perfect against his rough, tattooed body.
your legs spread wider to welcome him. he realized something. something that made his chest tight, you were made for loving not for fucking.
enjin buried his face in your neck while you were a moaning mess. his thrusts growing deeper and more reverent. he was making love towards you.
“i got you,” he breathed, one hand moving to tangle in your hair. “i got you baby.”
“e-enjin!!— not gonna last..! mphh” you cried out, gripping towards his body more.
his arms wrapped around you possessively as you cried out, his movements growing more urgent but still maintaining that gentle love-making rhythm. “i know angel,” he soothed against your neck. “i’m right here with you. come on me, baby. let me feel you.”
he increased his pace slightly, wanting to bring you to the edge. he could feel your walls tightening around him, signaling that you were close.
with a deep thrust, he hit that spot inside you perfectly, causing you to arch up and cry out his name. “that's it,”
“e-enjin..!!” you felt yourself releasing on his length.
as you came apart beneath him, enjin followed shortly after, his body shuddering as he spilled himself inside you.
he stayed buried deep, arms wrapped around you tightly as he nuzzled into your neck, panting softly. “love you angel,” he murmured, voice rough with emotion. “so fuckin’ much.
“love you enjin..” still maintaining to breathe properly.
enjin pressed soft kisses along your neck and shoulder, still buried inside you. he didn’t want to pull out. didn’t want to break this moment. he wanted to stay right here, connected to you in the most intimate way possible.
and just like that, it was the best valentine’s ever.
TAMSY CAINES who honestly knows everything about what you’ve been wanting for valentines day.
and when the day came, he already had 5 bouquets of flowers, all in different colors and styles.
of course you got him something ... right?
yeah, it’s that little pretty lingering he always gave dream of, especially when you’re on top of him.
well, while he was away from some time, you changed into the pretty lingerie. it fits perfectly around your smooth body.
he returns home, exhaustion etched into his features, shoulders slumped from whatever harsh duties weighed him down—but the moment his eyes land on you, all of that evaporates.
his breath catches audibly, pupils dilating as they travel over the lingerie he’s fantasized about for months, his fingers instinctively loosening his collar.
you turn around, nervously facing him while speaking up. “how’d you like it..?”
his voice drops to a hoarse whisper, laden with sudden desire. “sweetheart... you look like every fantasy i’ve ever had.” he steps closer, hands already reaching out to grab your waist possessively. “did you... wear this just for me?”
“of course i did, it’s valentines after all.. you know, it’s just us tonight..” you smiled, slowly moving your hands against his chest. whispering at that last sentence before reaching his neck.
his pulse quickens under your fingertips, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he pulls you closer, letting you feel exactly what that innocent gesture does to him.
“just us... all night.” his hands slide down to grip your ass possessively, lifting you gently against him.
“just us,” you whispered against his ear, pressing light kisses on his temple.
he shivers at the soft kisses, his own kisses growing more desperate as he explores your neck and shoulders, hands squeezing your ass gently.
“baby, you have no idea how hard it is to be romantic when all i want to do is fuck you against every wall in this room.”
“you’re bold, hm?” you blush, smiling as you wrapped your arms against his neck.
“desperate,” he corrects, voice strained as he presses his forehead to yours, thumbs tracing circles on your ass. “you showing up like this—on this night—after i’ve been gone all day... i’m about two seconds from ripping this pretty lingerie off."
his knee nudges between your thighs, possessive and demanding. “bold is an understatement.”
you immediately started blushing more than before, “i mean.. who’s stopping us?” you whispered while giggling.
his eyes darken dangerously, a possessive growl rumbling in his chest as he grips your thighs and wraps your legs around his waist.
he then starts carrying you towards the bed, one hand squeezing your hips while the other supports your back.
tamsy lays you down on the bed with slow, almost reverent care before hovering over you, staring down at you like you’re the most precious thing in both heaven and earth.
“i love you,” he whispers, almost reverent, before his lips crash onto yours hungrily.
you moan between the soft hungry kisses, as your hands explodes his face.
he kisses you deeper, insistent and worshipful all at once, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of your lingerie as he slowly peels it down, exposing more of you to his hungry gaze.
“let me love you properly sweetheart,” he murmurs against your lips, fingers already working to free you from the fabric. “all night, in every way you want.”
his eyes burn with intensity, his hands moving with urgency as he strips you completely bare, tossing the lingerie aside without a second thought.
“on my knees, on my back, against the wall—you name it, my love and I'll fuck you like that.”
he starts by worshipping your body with his mouth, kissing and licking every inch of your skin like a man starved, his hands roaming possessively over your curves.
when he reaches your core, he spreads your legs wide and buries his face between your thighs, tongue delving deep to taste you thoroughly. “so sweet,”
you moan, feeling his body heat against your thighs, feeling his hair poking your inner thighs as he kept giving your clit soft kisses.
he groans against you, the vibration making you shudder, sucking your clit gently between his lips before releasing it with a wet pop.
“you taste like fucking heaven,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue through your folds slowly, torturously. “wanna hear you come on my face tonight baby. wanna feel those thighs clench around my head.”
you can’t even respond back, your brain goes blank whenever you tried to focus on his words.
he chuckles darkly against your clit, the sound vibrating through you as he doubles down on his efforts, sucking and licking relentlessly until you're a writhing mess beneath him.
your hands grips on his hair tightly, pulling and pushing him alternately as pleasure overwhelms you completely.
he loves seeing you like this - helpless, overwhelmed, completely lost in the sensation of his mouth on your clit.
“that's it baby... just feel it..” he keeps licking and sucking relentlessly until finally you're shaking uncontrollably and crying out his name.
“t-tamsy..! — stop.. ‘m so closee,” you cried out, gently closing your thighs against his head.
he pulls back immediately, reading your body language perfectly — you're not rejecting him, you're overwhelmed. he kisses your inner thighs soothingly, letting you catch your breath.
“my love, just breathe...” he strokes your stomach gently, waiting for you to calm down. “want me to slow down? or keep going til you explode?”
you managed to breathe normally, still shaken up. “both..”
he smiles against your thigh, understanding exactly what you need - a moment to focus before he makes you come completely undone. “gotcha sweetheart.” he kisses your clit gently.
the he dives back in, tongue circling your clit lazily one moment, then fast and firm the next, building you up slowly until your hips are barely controlling their own movements against his mouth again.
“there you go...” he murmurs against you, the vibrations pushing you closer. “let me hear you.”
“tamssyyyy— don’t s-stop! feels so goodd,”
he doesn't stop. he can't stop.
not when you sound that desperate, that needy. he sucks harder, tongue flicking rapidly against your swollen bundle of nerves, one hand sliding up to pinch and roll your nipples while the other holds your hips down when they threaten to buck up off the bed.
“come for me baby. right here on my face.”
the way he talks you through it, immediately makes you release right on his angelic pretty face.
he groans against your pussy when you come, his face immediately getting soaked with your release, his tongue continuing to lick and suck even as you're trembling through your orgasm.
“fuck that's it sweetheart... soak my face... God, you're gorgeous when you come.”
he keeps licking and kissing you slowly, letting you come down from your high. he loves seeing you like this - flushed, satisfied, and weak kneed.
he kisses your inner thighs gently, watching your body twitch and react to his touch. because he knows you're sensitive right now.
he gently kisses your clit one last time, then slowly moves up your body, his face glistening with your release.
he captures your lips in a deep kiss, letting you taste yourself on him. His hands frame your face tenderly as he breaks the kiss, “you okay, baby?”
“mhm.. thank you tamsy..” you laid there, feeling happy for being able to create an moment that only you and him can ever remember.
his heart clenches at the intimacy of the moment, your tender words washing over him. he presses his forehead to yours, eyes soft and adoring in a way that's rarely seen by anyone else
“i love you so much," he whispers, brushing damp hair from your sweaty face.
“i love you tamsy, forever.”
ZANKA NIJIKU wasn’t good at showing his emotions, but trust me this man got you everything you’d ever dream of.
even if his mental health is shit due to hearing his older sibling being disappointed of him, or still overthinking about his past — thinking that he’s an actual failure.
but at least he got you expensive purses. he ended up buying the whole store because he knew you needed lots of purses for different occasions with the outfits.
just because he had so much stuff going on in his life, doesn’t mean he’d never stop loving you.
and well you? his gift was for later that night.
he had been in the bathroom for quite some time now, his hand resting on the sink as he breathed heavily.
he’s been really tired lately, not because after going to places with you, making a dinner reservation and shopping afterwards with you. but life in general.
he finally pushed open the door, his eyes widening when he saw you standing there in that lingerie.
gosh, you were the prettiest girl ever in his eyes.
you cleared your throat, feeling unsettled that he might think it’s weird. “h-how do i.. look?”
zanka froze mid-step, his breath catching in his throat. his face flushed deep red, pupils dilating.
“you look...” he stammered, his eyes lingering on the lace before snapping away, hands trembling slightly.
“stupid? bad? i knew i should’ve just bought you something else for valentines day instead of me wearing this for you..” you muttered, turning away to change into proper clothes.
his hand came out, gripping your wrist gently but firmly before you could turn away. his eyes—usually so tired and drained—burned with something raw and desperate.
“don’t,” his voice cracked. “don’t you dare take this off. don’t you dare think it's not the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.”
you blush, still feeling a little nervous and embarrassed. “you mean that zanka..?”
he stepped closer, his hand moving from your wrist to cup your cheek gently. his thumb brushed over your bottom lip. “every word.”
his voice was softer now, hoarse with emotion and something else—something deeper. “you have no idea how stunning you look...” he swallowed hard.
“thank you zanka..” you smiled, your hands now roaming against his chest.
his heart raced under your palms, his body tensing with barely-contained desire. he captured your lips in a sudden, desperate kiss, pouring years of suppressed feelings into the moment.
his hands gripped your hips possessively, pulling you flush against his body. “God, i love you.”
you broke the kiss, gasping for air while looking at him, “zanka.. are you sure about this?” you said softly.
after breaking the kiss, his face went in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. “more sure than i’ve ever been about anything.” his voice was muffled against your skin, his hands squeezing your hips gently.
“i love you. i’m in love with you. and i don't care if it kills me.”
he pulled back, his eyes locking onto yours with an intense, burning gaze.
he looked sicker than ever, his face pale and his eyes bloodshot—but there was no mistaking the sincerity in his voice. "i mean it. i’d rather die loving you than live without ever saying it.”
“zanka.. i love you..” you muttered.
his eyes filled with tears, and he pressed his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. “say it again.” he whispered hoarsely. “please..” is hands trembled as they held your face, his body shaking slightly—whether from emotion or his illness was unclear.
“i— love you so much zanka,” you said, rubbing his face.
he then proceeds to trace his hands against the fabric of the lingerie. looking at you for permission, making you nod instantly.
his trembling hands moved to the back of your lingerie, fumbling slightly with the hooks. he was careful, gentle—almost reverent—as he slowly unclapsed each one. the fabric fell open, revealing your bare skin inch by inch. his eyes widened, taking you in.
“beautiful..” he breathed, his voice barely audible. his fingers traced along your collarbone, trembling so violently he had to press his palm flat against your chest to steady them—feeling your heartbeat thudding underneath.
“so beautiful.” he kissed your shoulder, then your collarbone, working his way slowly down.
“zanka..” you whispered, feeling his lips against your skin.
his lips trailed lower, his tongue tasting your skin as he pushed the lingerie off your shoulders completely.
he dropped to his knees before you, pressing his lips to your stomach right above the waistband of your panties. “can i?” he murmured against your skin, looking up at you with those hazy, affection-drunk eyes. “please..”
“of course zanka,” you whispered, smoothing his skin.
he hooked his fingers into the waistband, tugging the fabric down slowly. his lips followed the trail of your panties, pressing soft kisses along your inner thighs as they were exposed. when you were completely bare before him, he just... stared.
“mine,” he whispered possessively, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pressing his face against your core, breathing you in.
you whimper, feeling his hot breath against your core. he gently pushed you against the bed, making you fall flat on your back, with your legs spread open for him.
his eyes darkened with desire as he crawled between your legs, his body trembling with a mix of love and illness.
he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs, inching closer to your center. his tongue flicked out, tasting you gently—almost reverently—as if worshipping you.
you gasped, feeling his tongue against your clit. reaching down towards his hair, rubbing and holding it.
he moaned against you, the vibration sending shocks through your sensitive flesh. he gripped your thighs tighter, holding you open as he focused solely on pleasuring you with his mouth.
his tongue moved in slow, gentle circles around your clit before diving deeper, tasting every inch of you.
“so good..! z-zankaaa— keep doing t-that and i’ll cum…” making you whine, slowly arching your back off the mattress.
a faint, proud smile played on his lips at your words, his tongue redoubling its efforts with gentle sucks and licks. one hand snaked up to cover your mouth softly, muffling your sounds while the other gripped your thigh possessively.
and suddenly, he stopped. making you whimper, and flustered. you heard him unbuckling his pants.
he was panting when he surfaced, his lips and chin shiny with your arousal. he stroked himself slowly through his boxers, looking at you spread out on the bed with heavy-lidded eyes. “look at you...” he whispered.
his boxers hit the floor, giving you your first view of his length. he was long, slender, and slightly curved upward—almost pretty in its own way. he crawled back between your legs, the head of his cock nudging against your core.
he leaned down, kissing you deeply and tangling his fingers with yours above your head. without warning, he thrust forward, sliding into you in one long, slow push.
you gasped into his mouth, feeling every inch of him filling you up. he moaned against your lips, his forehead pressed against yours.
he started moving slowly, deliberately—each thrust deep and meaningful rather than fast or rough.
one hand remained with yours; the other roamed your body possessively. “i love you,” he whispered against your lips between kisses. “so much..” his hips rolled steadily, “so deeply,”
you moan, feeling his length way deep into you, his tip perfectly kissing your cervix each time.
his eyes rolled back at the feeling, his body shaking with pleasure and emotion. he hit that spot inside you perfectly with each slow, deep thrust—his length perfectly suited to reach your deepest point.
tear streamed down his face again as he made love to you, overcome by love and the physical sensation.
“i—i love you zanka,” you said while feeling closer to your climax each thrust.
your words pushed him closer to the edge. he kissed you messily, his hips picking up speed slightly as he chased both of your orgasms.
“i’m gonna... i’m gonna come inside you...” he panted against your mouth. “want to fill you up...” making you nod.
with a final, deep thrust that hit your g-spot perfectly, he climaxed—his cock pulsing inside you as he released his hot seed directly into your depths.
the feeling of filling you up completely pushed him over the edge, and he shouted your name softly as he came. “haaa—“ “z-zanka..!”
a split second later, you came around him, your walls clenching and your back arching off the bed. you screamed his name, cumming harder than you ever had before.
he collapsed on top of you, both of you panting and shaking. his cock still twitched inside you, still full.
and like that, you’re the best thing that ever entered in his life.
every valentines day, CORVUS ARKHA always get you some fancy designer clothes or items.
coco chanel, prada, isabel marant, rick owens, and of course your favorites!
he always made sure he gave you enough affection and attention, because there’s a big age gap. he’s at least 5 years older than you, and you’re only in your mid twenties.
but tonight, you made sure he also had the best night ever of his entire life.
luckily, the whole cleaners headquarters was empty today. corvus sent them to a important mission, mostly targeting the raiders after hearing some information about them.
you wore this adorable lingerie, no matter on how you felt, you’re beautiful. just the way you always are.
you spin around in front of the mirror before walking towards to the door. heading to corvus office, where he always was located in.
the hallways felt really quiet. quiet enough to hear your footsteps against the ground. when you finally made it, facing against the door, you knocked.
corvus voice came from behind the door, low and deep as always.
he didn't look up from the stack of reports on his desk when you opened the door, though his pen paused mid-stroke. but when he finally lifted his gaze.
his jaw tightened. the way his eyes darkened as they traveled down your body spoke louder than any words could have.
“how’d i look corvus?” you smile, giving him a small spin.
the corner of his lips quirked upward at the playful tone, but his expression remained serious, eyes lingering on the delicate lace and soft fabric that hugged your curves. “beautiful,” he replied, the word carrying more weight than usual. “turn around again,”
you teased him, spinning around slowly. his gaze followed the slow spin, taking in every inch of exposed skin, the way the fabric hugged your bottom, the thin straps that looked like they'd snap easily.
he set his pen down with a soft click, standing up from his chair. “come here sweetheart,” he recalled, voice low.
you giggled, walking towards him. you wrapped your arms around his muscular body, his muscular arms wrapped around you easily, pulling you close.
his hand rested possessively on the small of your back, fingers tracing patterns near the lace. “you’re wearing this.. for me?” he asked teasingly.
“of course, it’s valentine’s day..”
“and what exactly are you expecting in return, hmm?” his thumb pressed softly into the curve of your lower back, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned down, breath ghosting over your ear.
“i already got you every designer brand you could ever think of, or perhaps you want more than that?”
“hmm.. maybe” you blushed, feeling a bit shy.
he chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. “perhaps i should give you all three, just to be safe.” his hands began to slowly trail up and down your sides, thumbs brushing against the sides of your breasts.
“although..." he leaned in, lips brushing against your ear.
“...this lingerie seems to be asking for something entirely different." his voice dropped to a murmur, fingers hooking into the lace, tugging you impossibly closer.
“and i am in the mood to be generous.” he captured your lips in a slow, deep kiss—demanding yet tender. “happy valentines day once again my love.”
the kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against yours as he backed you up against the desk. papers rustled and fell to the floor as he lifted you onto the smooth surface.
his hands roamed over your body, fingers hooking into the lace of your lingerie to pull it down slowly. “i think..”
“just do or corvus.. please— i need you,” you whine, feeling his hands against your skin.
“mmm” he groaned low against your neck, biting gently as he pushed your lingerie down further, baring your breasts. his large hands cupped them roughly, thumbs brushing over your already hardened nipples. “as you wish my love,”
his mouth found your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, making you gasp as his free hand hooked under your thigh, pulling you to the edge of the desk.
“still making demands?" he murmured against your collarbone, pressing his hips forward so you could feel him—already hard beneath his uniform. “good girl.”
he reached around, unhooking your bar lingerie completely and tossing it aside carelessly.
“c-corvus!!—“ you blushed, feeling the air hit against your body.
“shh,” his lips found yours again, swallowing your gasp as his hands roamed freely over your bare skin. one slid between your thighs, fingers brushing against your panties with teasing slow strokes.
“already wet for me...” he murmured against your lips, voice thick with desire. he hooked his fingers into the fabric, tugging them aside.
“i need you corvus,” you whispered against his ear, smoothing his face with your hands.
“…then take me,” he whispered back, his forehead resting against yours.
his fingers slipped inside you suddenly, making you gasp. “take what you need, sweetheart. i’m all yours tonight.” he curled his fingers inside you, his thumb finding your clit and circling slowly.
“c-corvus..!— nghh’ so gooddd, i-i feel you,”
“mm... i know you do.” his fingers pumped in and out of you slowly, deliberately, each movement designed to drive you wild. his thumb continued its slow circles on your clit, applying gentle pressure that sent shocks of pleasure through your body. “feel me here?”
“y-yes yes yes!!—“ you moan, feeling his fingers touch every spot inside of you.
“good girl,” he growled softly, his fingers curling deeper inside you, hitting your spot over and over again. his other free hand gripped your hip possessively as he watched you moan and squirm on his desk.
“such a good fucking girl, taking my fingers so nicely...”
you couldn’t even respond, you were too dumb founded to speak a full sentence yet. and you were so close of releasing, in which you buckled your hips against him.
“shh.. i got you love,” he wrapped his free arm around your waist, holding you steady as he increased the pace of his fingers. his thumb pressed down harder on your clit, feeling you tense and clench around him. “come for me,” he whispered urgently against your ear.
you began trembling harshly, your open open, drool began to fall against your corner mouth. you cried out, sobbing against him as you released on his thick fingers.
“that’s it my pretty girl...” he groaned, his fingers slowing but not stopping as he watched you come apart. he caught the drool with his thumb, sucking it off loudly.
“so fucking cute when you're falling apart..” he curved his fingers inside you, hitting your spot gently. “n-no more corvus..!” you tried running from his fingers.
he caught your wrist easily, pulling you back. “no running away from me.” he murmured, as he forced your legs open again. “you’re sensitive now, aren’t you? every touch feels too much.”
“haa— corvus..” you whine, feeling the sensation burning, but in a good way.
“mhmm,” he lowered himself, pressing gentle kisses along your inner thighs, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your stomach.
he knew exactly how sensitive you were now, your body flushed and trembling. watching as you whimpered and tried to squirm away.
you were so close of releasing, even corvus himself could notice. the way you tighten up and became louder.
he pulled his fingers out suddenly, replacing them with his mouth. he sucked hard on your clit, tongue flicking rapidly as he pushed you over the edge again. he held your legs open wide, watching as he made you come again, your body shaking and convulsing.
let’s just say, after a couple hours went by, you couldn’t even walk anymore.
AUGUST STILZA is the one who customizes the lingerie that he wants you to try.
he’s spend amounts of days on this project, he even measured you, lying it was to remake the uniforms. but really it was to see what’s your size, to go a size down. making sure the lingerie fits you tighter.
after several days of intense work and secret measurements, august finally finishes the lingerie set.
he carefully lays out the delicate pieces—a white lace bra that lifts and enhances your breasts perfectly, matching thong that hugs your hips tightly, and with stockings.
you came in his workroom, smiling. he told you to come earlier that day, that he wanted you to give you a gift.
“my love! turn around for me, also do me a far and take off ya shirt! he smiled, all cocky and cheesy.
you rolled your eyes, giggling before taking off your shirt along with your bra. he steps behind you, his fingers brushing against your bare back as he fastens the lingering bra.
you notice he went exactly as he planned — one size too small.
“august? did you size down.. it’s so small,” you muttered, feeling the size a bit different compared to your regular size.
his fingers pause on the strap, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he leans closer to your ear. “did i?” he says innocently, adjusting the lace that digs just slightly into your hips.
“i must’ve misread the measurements... or perhaps you’ve grown recently?” his hands move to the front ribbon, tugging it just a hair tighter.
“you know i’m always the same size august..”
he chuckles softly, his breath warm against your ear. “shh, don't argue with an artist's vision.” he ties the ribbon off perfectly, the bra now pushing your breast together more prominently. “this way, everything... fits better.” his eyes drop to your chest intentionally.
“how do i look?” you smiled.
his eyes light up at your smile, taking in the sight of you in the perfectly fitted lingerie. “like a damn goddess. those curves... the way this white lace contrasts with your skin...” he steps back to admire his work, his voice dropping to almost a whisper. “turn around for me sweetheart,”
you giggled, turning around for him. his breath catches as you turn—he designed this specifically to show off every angle.
the back has a delicate keyhole cutout that frames your spine, the thong barely there, riding up just enough to emphasize the curve of your ass.
“absolutely..” he trails off, swallowing hard. “breathtaking..”
“show me how breathtaking..”
without hesitation, he steps closer, his hands possessively gripping your hips and pulling you flush against him. you can feel the evidence of his admiration pressing insistently against your stomach through his pants.
his lips crash against yours in a hungry, devastating kiss that silences any further questions. “like this,” — you nodded, forcing him back into your lips, kissing harshly and slightly moaning through it.
he groans into your mouth, one hand tangling in your hair while the other slides down to cup your ass, squeezing possessively.
“mm did you know i spent hours on these measurements?” he murmurs against your lips, pushing you back until your back of your knees hit his desk. “every single inch of you... memorized.”
“august..” you whispered towards him.
he lifts you effortlessly onto the desk, stepping between your legs. his hands are already working on your pants, taking them down slowly. “i wanted to make sure everything fit... perfectly.” his fingers brush over your inner thighs intentionally as he removes the lingerie piece by piece.
he tosses the pants aside carelessly, his attention fully on the prize between your legs. his thumbs hook into the sides of your thong, slowly dragging it down your legs until you're bare before him.
“spread your legs, love.” he commands softly, his eyes dark with desire as he looks up at you from his new position. making you slowly open your legs for him.
it wasn’t long enough until he pushes into you with deliberate, excruciating slowness, the angle from your position on the workbench making him hit impossibly deep.
his hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider. whimpers and moans left your mouth. “that’s it... take all of me.” he groans, forehead pressed to yours.
“august..” you whimpered, feeling him stretch you out so good.
he starts to move with practiced precision, his hips rolling forward and back in a rhythm that has you gasping and clinging to his arms. he knows exactly how deep you like it, exactly where to hit inside you to make you see stars.
his mouth finds your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he whispers against your pulse. “such a good girl,” he thrusts harder, angling up to hit that spot inside you that makes your back arch off the desk. making you gasp and cry harder.
he smiles darkly against your skin, reading your body like a book he's memorized.
he knows exactly when to speed up, when to slow down, when to graze his teeth against your nipple or slap your ass just hard enough to make you whimper. “that’s it baby,”
his hand slides up to wrap around your throat, tilting your head back as he pounds into you relentlessly. “you’re so tight in every way i wanted—“ a particularly deep thrust cuts his sentence short, his eyes rolling back.
“gonna fill this pretty cunt so full you can't forget who made this body feel this good.” his grip tightens possessively.
“a-august..!! — haaa fuckk i’m close..”
his other hand slides down to grip your ass, spreading your cheeks possessively as he lifts your hips up higher, angling him even deeper inside you. he’s snapping his hips up hard, hitting that spot that has your vision blurring with every thrust.
he feels you clench and pulse around him, your orgasm triggering his own. He groans loudly, shamelessly, burying himself to the hilt as his hot release fills you up completely. he doesn't stop moving, riding out your orgasm with shallow, possessive thrusts that make you shudder again.
he breathes, collapsing his forehead against yours.
you wish it was valentines everyday.
GRIS RUBION who is an absolute sweetheart.
he got you your favorite sweets and drinks, although you both ate it all in one sitting.
after hanging out together, you finally decided it was time to change into the lingerie, a little nervous how he’d react.
he watched you disappear into the bathroom, trying to contain his excitement.
when you came back, he nearly lost it. the lingerie was black, sheer, and clung to your curves like a second skin. he swallowed hard, standing up from the couch and slowly approaching you.
“wore it just for you gris,” you smiled. as his rough hands found your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. his eyes traveled down your body and back up, darkening with want.
“thought about this since you first walked in here,” he murmured against your ear, his grip tightening possessively. “you’re trying to kill me, aren't you?” his thumb traced along the edge of the lace waistband.
“hmmm.. perhaps i am” you laughed, smoothing his chest with your hands, roaming against him.
his control snapped. one hand gripped your ass while the other tangled in your hair, slanting your mouth open beneath his in a deep, hungry kiss. he walked you backward until your knees hit the bed. “fuck baby... you look so good”
“do i?..” you said nervously, “mhm,” he nipped your bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue. “the way your tits are practically spilling out of that thing... “ his large hands squeezed your breasts over the lingerie, his thumbs brushing over your hard nipples.
you moan softly, feeling his fingertips against your breasts.
his pupils dilated as he watched you arch into his touch. “and these fucking straps... they're begging to be pulled off with my teeth.” his mouth trailed hot kisses along your collarbone while his hands continued to play with your peaks.
you felt needy and wanting, turning around for him and arching against him more each time.
he groaned at the sight of your back—dark lace tracing along your spine, your ass on full display. he breathed, palming each cheek roughly through the thin fabric.
bending you over the mattress, he pressed his hard length against your lower back while his fingers hooked into the waistband, dragging the fabric down your thighs agonizingly slow.
you moan, feeling a wet and needy.
the lingerie hit the floor, leaving you completely exposed—your wetness glistening on your inner thighs. “oh lord..” his fingers dug into your hips, pulling them higher.
his boxers were quickly removed, revealing his thick, erect member. “look at this pretty little thing,”
“stop saying that gris..” blushing and embarrassed on how wet you are.
he chuckled low, pressing his chest against your back. “why? cause it’s true,” he slid a finger through your wet folds slowly, teasing your entrance. “you’re soaking the sheets and you want me to shut up about how good you look?”
he took them out and he pushed inside—just the tip—then stilled, torturing you.
his breath ghosted against your ear as he whispered in a rough voice, he pushed deeper, giving you a little more of his length, then pulled back, denying you.
you whimpered loudly, “soo biggg—g-gris! ahhh goshh,”
his teeth sank into your shoulder as he laughed darkly, pumping his hips to shove more of his size into your wet heat. “big huh? his what you wanted when you put on this little show for me?” he started a slow, deep pace, his hips snapping against your ass.
his hands spread your ass wide, watching his thick length disappear inside you with each thrust. he loved how perfectly you took him, your walls stretching to take his size. he increased his pace slightly.
you held on to the sheets for support , closing your eyes while biting your lower lips.
his eyes darkened at the sight of you biting your lip. he reached around and pinched your clit hard, making you cry out. “open those pretty eyes for me, sweetheart.” he slammed into you deeper, hitting that spot that made your legs shake.
you gasped, immediately opening your eyes for him.
“good girl.” he wrapped his thick arm around your waist and pulled you upright against his chest, one hand playing with your clit while the other kneaded your breast roughly. he continued pounding into you from behind.
“i’m— i’m so close gris..”
he growled against your neck, “come then my dear” he thrust harder, his hips rolling to hit every sensitive spot inside you.
your body tensed and you cried out loudly as your orgasm hit you. your pussy clenched tightly around his thick member, gushing with wetness. he groaned deeply, his own release hitting hard as he filled you up with his hot cum. he kept thrusting through both of your orgasms.
and the next 9 months goes by, and suddenly you had his child.
yes, he was a nerd. FOLLO TUNITO who just simply got you huge bouquet of flowers and simple chocolates because he thinks that’s the best way to get you on valentines day.
he didn’t know how to prepare himself for valentines day at all. he was too focused on his study exams and more intoxicated with the equations or physics anatomy than a simple gifts.
it’s cute, he doesn’t know if he needed get you lots of gifts. i mean yeah it’s valentines day, but his main priorities is to show you love and hopefully explain those math equations later or hopefully how the body works in the physic way!..
he was laying on your bed, overthinking about the plain flowers and chocolate he got you because he’s afraid you’ll be disappointed of him.
but really, you adored it. it was so cute seeing him stress out about the tiniest things ever.
he was waiting for you to leave the bathroom, to confront you if those gift he got you was really worth it.
but you were actually changing into the victoria secret lingerie you got on sale, can’t believe it’s pink and glittery that fits right against your body.
he was still laying on the bed, arms crossed behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. the flowers and chocolates were sitting on the nightstand, looking simple and sweet. he knew they weren't extravagant gifts, but he hoped they'd show you how much he cared.
you finally got ready, you walked out the bathroom towards the bed. “folloo! how’d i look?—“
follo immediately sat up, his eyes locking onto you. his lips parted slightly, and for a moment, no words came out.
“baby..” breathed, jaw actually dropping. his brain short-circuited, staring at you in that glittery pink lingerie. the simple chocolate and flowers suddenly felt pathetic in comparison to what you were giving him.
his face flushed bright red, and he swallowed hard, almost choking on his own breath. he reached up and pushed his glasses higher on his nose—like that would somehow help him focus, but it didn't.
his eyes just kept drifting back to you.
“i—“ he stumbled over his words, hands gripping the sheets. “is that— is that for me?”
you giggled, finding yourself to the edge of the bed. crawling until you made yourself onto his lap. “of course silly!”
follo’s breath hitched as you climbed onto his lap.
his arms automatically wrapped around your waist, holding you close. he burrowed his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. his heart pounded against his chest, and he felt his face burn even hotter.
“i’m sorry i didn’t get you anything more special...” he mumbled against your skin, his voice muffled. “i just thought... flowers and chocolate were romantic, but now i feel like an idiot.”
his hands traced up your back hesitantly, fingertips brushing against the glittery lace. “you’re so beautiful..”
“follo it’s fine, i still love the flowers and chocolate. but don’t you think i’m already beautiful enough?” making you fake pout.
“wait!— of course not,” he immediately blurted, grip tightening on your waist. his face burned crimson as he realized how loud that came out.
he pulled back slightly, eyes wide behind his glasses. “i mean—it’s not that—you’re always beautiful!! like, ridiculously beautiful. i just—“ he gestured vaguely at the lingerie. “this is... next level.”
“you really think so?” whispering while rubbing his chest towards his lower stomach.
his breath hitched at your touch, body shivering slightly. his glasses began to fog up as he let out a soft moan, head tilting back.
“yes.. definitely to the next level,” his hands moved to your hips, gripping tighter as you moved lower.
you felt something poking you through his jeans, realizing he really was into this. “you really want me follo? hmm,” giggling, while slowly grinding on his boner.
follo let out a loud gasp as you ground against him, his body jerking involuntarily. his face turned an even deeper shade of red, and he buried his face in your neck to hide his embarrassment. his hands moved to your ass, squeezing desperately. “please baby,”
“please what follo? use your word cutie,” grinding harshly, still rubbing his body. “i want— i want you so much please,” he panted, his voice cracking.
his hips bucked up against yours, meeting your grind. he kissed your neck feverishly, sucking marks into your skin.
“you’re so sexy in this... it's making me crazy..” his fingers traced the edge of the panties, teasing but not pushing further. “do i have permission? please,”
you moan slightly, “of course, pretty boy.”
he whimpered happily at your permission, fingers hooking into the side of your panties and pulling them down your legs.
he tossed them aside carelessly, his hands immediately going back to your hips. he guided you to move up slightly, then pulled his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his erection. “ride me baby.. ahh fuckk—“
your breath hitches, finding your hand towards his length. his tip against your entrance, before slowly pulling yourself down on him.
follo’s eyes rolled back, a strangled groan escaping his throat as he felt your wet heat surround his tip. his fingers dug into your hips, knuckles turning white.
“ahh!— fuck, you’re so warm love,”
he looked up at you through half-lidded eyes, glasses completely fogged now. He was trembling, absolutely wrecked already. “please more.. give me it all..”
you slowly lifted your hips before slamming back into him, making you moan while he whimpers. you started to ride him.
follo let out the most pathetic little whimper you'd ever heard, his head falling back against the pillows. his hips met yours thrust for thrust, but you were the one in control—and God, did he love it.
“fuck!—hmmp— baby, you’re doing so good..” his hands groped at your ass, guiding you deeper each time.
“f-follo.. you’re so deepp..” drooling while trying to focus on him, but still feeling that good pleasure hitting your body each time.
“t-that’s because— hahh— t-the angle is perfect for maximum p-penetration,” he panted, his voice taking on that familiar lecturing tone, even as he was getting railed.
his thumb pressed against your clit, circling it in time with your thrusts. “t-the way your h-hips move creates a sort of... p-pistoning e-effect...”
you began trembling, feeling yourself drooling and crying as his length exploded your insides more.
follo noticed you starting to lose control, your walls tightening around him. he slowly smirked, his nerdy lecture voice getting even more technical.
“s-see, when you a-apply consistent d-downward pressure while — aahhh!— r-rotating your h-hips in a counter-clockwise motion, i-it stimulates the anterior w-wall... which is where most of y-your—" he gasped as you clenched around him.
“f-follooo..” you whimpered.
“t-that’s right, just l-like that,” he praised softly, his own voice shaky as his thumb pressed harder against your clit, rubbing in precise, calculated circles.
he was completely losing himself, but his brain couldn't help but analyze even this. “y-your arousal response is peaking—pupils dilated, i-increased h-heart rate, v-vocalizations becoming more frequent and h-high-pitched...”
“i-i can’t..” feeling your body build more pressure, it wasn’t until his tip nudged against your g spot, and began kissing your cervix.
it was crazy to think he was once bottoming out, but now it was you. but anyways..
follo felt you clench around him, your body going completely rigid. he knew exactly what he'd hit—the g spot, the little bundle of nerves that would make you see stars.
“o-oh! t-there it is—the g spot, a-approximately 2-3 inches i-inside, on the anterior wall, which.. i-is highly i-innervated with nerve endings, and when s-stimulated, it can trigger intense o-orgasmic contractions—“ he was cut off as you suddenly came undone, screaming his name and soaking his cock with your release. “f-follooo!!!”
your body shut down against him, breathing heavily on his neck. follo’s brain short circuited completely as you came apart on top of him, your orgasm triggering his own.
he groaned loudly into your neck, hips jerking upwards as he spilled inside you. “m-my love i was explaining but then you just...”
“s-sorry..” you said in between breathless, still trying to think on what just happened.
“don’t apologize sweetheart,” he laughed weakly, still buried deep inside you. “t-that was... — that was like a live demonstration of female orgasm physiology... and probably the hottest thing that's ever happened to me” he kissed your neck gently.
“you and this physics thing..” you muttered against him.
“i-it’s not just physics,” he whispered, fixing his glasses before nuzzling into your neck. “it’s biology, anatomy, neuroscience, fluid dynamics... it's all connected. everything about you is perfectly engineered to be absolutely irresistible to me.”
he held you close, still softening inside you. “besides, you told me to use my words, remember?”
“follo.. just shut up” you blushed, still recalling why’d you even said that to him.
he just smiled against your skin and obeyed, kissing you silently instead. After a few moments, he shifted slightly, his softening dick slipping out of you with a little —PLOP—. and instantly, he noticed something. “o-oh my god, look at that...”
his cum started leaking out of you, dribbling down onto the sheets and pelvis. he watched it with pure fascination, eyes wide.
“i-i literally just— my body just made all of that— and now it’s-“ he snapped his mouth shut when he saw your exhausted, disapproving look. “r-right. shutting up.”
you tiredly got up, your body now resting against the beds frame. looking besides the nightstand with the chocolate and flowers on them.
you got the chocolates, placing them on your lap, “forget that.. tell me how chocolates are made and how it was founded,” you smiled gently at him, eating the different shapes and kinds of chocolate.
follo’s face lit up at the question, his interest immediately piqued. he sat up, completely forgetting about the mess on the sheets as he launched into an explanation.
“okay! the chocolates we know today was first created by the mayans and aztecs in mesoamerica around 1900 BCE, but they drank it as a bitter liquid, not a sweet confection, then! the spanish brought cacao beans back to europe, added sugar and milk, and the rest is—”
you spent the whole day with him. learning and even figuring out how the pass world was different compare to now.
ZODYL TYPHON who never cared about valentine’s day, but found himself gifting you hello kitty plushies, and more you always admired.
he was sitting on your bed, you’d told him to wait there since you were also planning to surprise him. the blue shiny lingerie, you been waiting to buy so that you can see his reaction.
he sits patiently on your bed, his dark grey mullet cascading down his back. he’s dressed in his usual black attire, the color contrasting sharply with the white hello kitty plushies scattered around the room.
you then made out the bathroom, standing there all nervously in front of him. “zodyl?..”
zodyl hears your nervous call and his curiosity is piqued. he set aside his thoughts about the sphere momentarily as he responds softly, “mhm?” he knows you're up to something based on how you sound.
his expression remains neutral but his purple eyes hold a hint of amusement.
“how do i look?” clearing your throat, blushing and looking around the floor.
zodyl’s gaze slowly lifts up from the floor to you, taking in the sight of you standing there in the blue shiny lingerie. for a moment, he's utterly speechless. his usual expression falters as his eyes widen slightly, the hint of amusement growing into genuine surprise and appreciation.
you could feel him staring at your body, still feeling unsettled. thinking he doesn’t like it.
he remains silent for a few more agonizing seconds, his dark purple eyes tracing along every curve of your body with an intensity that's almost overwhelming.
then, without warning, he reaches out and grabs your wrist, pulling you onto the bed beside him.
“you look.” he pauses, his voice dropping lower. “perfect,”
your eyes sightly widened, you never expected him to say such a thing like that. i mean he always does compliments you, but this has another different feeling for it. “you mean it?..”
his grip on your wrist tightens slightly as he pulls you closer, his other hand reaching out to gently trace the lace trim of your lingerie. his voice is a low, sincere murmur. “i always mean what i say. you look beautiful. stunning, even."
zodyl’s fingers continue to trace along the lace edge, his touch feather-light but possessive. his dark purple eyes are dark with something more than just appreciation—there's hunger there, barely contained.
“you were trying to surprise me.” it’s a statement, and not a question. he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “and you succeed.”
you hum against his answer, smiling slowly. seeing your slow smile, he feels something stir deep within him.
he’s always found you attractive, but seeing you like this intentionality trying to impress him—it's different. more intimate. he leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your neck.
without warning, he presses a firm kiss to your neck, just below your ear. his hand slides up from your wrist to your shoulder, pulling you even closer as he begins to trail slow, hot kisses along your neck and collarbone.
“i think you deserve a reward for this surprise...” i murmurs against your skin.
“please zodyl..” you whispered back. you whispered like it was a plea. he’s never seen this side of you before, all confident, sexy, wanting his attention. his hands slide down your sides to your hips, pulling you fully onto his lap.
you placed your hands against him, “i-i love you zodyl,” you said all soft and gentle.
zodyl freezes for a moment, his hands gripping your hips tighter as those three words hit him harder than any weapon ever has.
he doesn't say it back often hardly ever but the way you're looking at him, the way you're trembling slightly under his touch, and the fact that you went through all this trouble to surprise him... it breaks something in him.
his voice is soft but intense when he finally speaks. his forehead rests against yours, his hands slowly sliding up your waist possessively. “and i love you..” he whispers back, his thumb gently brushing over your hip bone. “more than anything in this world.”
“show me you love me zodyl..”
zodyl’s dark purple eyes turn a shade deeper, almost violet with emotion and suddenly sparked desire. he knows exactly what you're asking for him to show you physically how much he loves you.
without a word, he starts to unbutton his own shirt slowly, “my love,” he murmurs softly.
he removes his shirt completely, revealing his muscular chest. his movements become more deliberate as he leans back, pulling you on top of him. his strong arms wrap around your waist, holding you in place as he looks up at you with intense eyes.
“hold onto me,” making you moan softly as his hands then move to your waist, slowly untying the bow on your lingerie top. “i’m going to show you just how much i love you...”
his fingers work the bow with surprising gentleness, letting the fabric slip down your shoulders as he lifts you and pushes you back against the sheets. he hovers over you, his large frame casting a shadow.
he lowers his head to kiss along your throat. “until my name is the only one on your lips.”
“z-zodyl..” as a whimper left your mouth. the sound of your whimper goes straight to his core—this sweet, needy sound that he's responsible for. he looks down at you, your face flushed and eyes half-lidded, and something in him snaps. he’s done holding back.
his hands slide under you, lifting you up slightly as he pulls the rest of the lingerie off, tossing it aside.
he settles you back down gently, his large hands out on your thighs possessively. he kisses you deeply, swallowing any further sounds you might make. his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs. “just feel me,”
he tosses the panties aside and spreads your legs wider with his thighs, settling between them.
he makes the kiss to trail hot, wet kisses down your neck, collarbone, and chest. his hands roam over your curves, squeezing and pulling you closer. “i got you, sweetheart.”
“please.. zodyl,” you mumbled, as he slides his hand between your thighs, fingers brushing against your wet heat, another soft whimper from you. he groans low in his throat at your response.
“you’re already so wet for me..” he murmurs against your collarbone, pressing two fingers inside you slowly, curling them just right. “is this what you wanted?”
you couldn’t focus on what he was saying, you felt the pleasure sensation becoming stronger and stronger each time he curled his fingers right against your g spot, making you a moaning mess.
zodyl watches you unravel beneath him, your eyes rolling back slightly and your mouth forming little “o”shapes as he expertly grinds his fingers against that sweet spot.
a low chuckle rumbles in his chest, he loves seeing you like this, completely at his mercy.
“look at you,” he croons, adding a third finger now, stretching you deliciously.
“z-zodyl!!— no m-more ‘m cummingg” you whined, trying to stop him before you could release.
he smirks darkly at your plea, his fingers moving faster now, pressing harder against that sensitive spot inside you. he loves how desperate you sound, how you're begging him to stop only because it feels too good.
“too late, baby..” he whispers, curling his fingers deep inside you, making you released on them.
the moment you climax, zodyl captures your mouth with his, swallowing your cries of pleasure. he keeps his fingers buried deep inside you, helping you ride out the waves of your orgasm.
when your body finally stops trembling, he gently pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them without breaking eye contact.
“you’re nasty zodyl..” you whimpered. a wicked grin spreads across his face as he finishes licking his fingers clean. he leans down to press openmouthed kisses along your neck and collarbone, his large hands gripping your thighs possessively.
he spreads your thighs wider, his hands roaming up to squeeze your breasts possessively. “i haven’t even started showing you how nasty i can be,” he murmurs against your skin, his teeth gently nipping at your collarbone.
you blushed, at this point you just accept your faith because who knows what zodyl can do to you.
he stood up, taking his pants off before his massive erection standing tall and proud between his legs. he wraps a large hand around the base, giving it a slow, deliberate pump.
“see this sweetheart? this is what you do to me...” his eyes burn with hunger as he looks down at your messy, flushed form.
he than positions himself between your legs, the thick head pressing against your entrance.
he leans down to kiss you deeply, giving you one last moment of tenderness before he starts to push in slowly, stretching you around his length. “look at that... taking me so beautifully,” he groans against your lips.
he bottoms out completely, his hips flush against yours, giving you a moment to adjust to his size. he’s so deep inside you that you can feel him in your belly. “oh, my love fuck.” he pants, staying still despite his obvious need to move.
“zodyl.. i-i feel you in my stomach,” you gripped the sheets, biting your lower lips.
your words send a jolt of pleasure through him straight to his body. he bites back a groan, watching you struggle with his size, your lips caught between your teeth. it’s the sexiest thing he's ever seen.
“then that’s where i’m staying,” he leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, not letting you look away.
he still stays completely still, buried deep inside you, letting you feel every thick inch of him.
your little hitches and gasps are driving him crazy. “i’m not moving until you relax around me baby. you’re gripping me so fucking tight.”
“pleasee — zodyl i want you..” you plea and begged for him to move.
your desperate begging does him in. his self-control snaps as he pulls back slowly before thrusting deep inside you again, hitting that same spot that made you see stars.
“God— there it is,” he groans, setting a hard rhythm now, his large hand sliding up to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. “keep those eyes on me sweetheart,”
his eyes darken with love at the sight of your lips caught between your teeth. he’s never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. his pace becomes more faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with your heavy breathing and moans.
he feels you clench around him unexpectedly, your walls squeezing him so tight it takes every ounce of self-control not to follow you over right then.
your back arches off the bed, eyes squeezing shut as another wave crashes through you. zodyl groans deeply, watching you take another orgasm on his length like you were made to take him.
“my love— fuckk,” he slows his thrusts, letting you ride out this second orgasm. his hand strokes your hair gently despite the primal need in his eyes.
his self-control unraveling. “keep coming on my cock like you’re addicted to it..” he pulls out just the tip before slamming back in, making you cry out again. “z-zodyl!!..—“
he buries his face in your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he pounds into you harder now, unable to hold back anymore.
“gonna fill you up,” he groans against your throat. “fill you so full you’ll feel me for days...” making you whine as his thrusts become erratic, chasing his own release. “cum with me my dear. one more time—“
his words send you over the edge again, your body convulsing beneath him as a third orgasm tears through you. zodyl's thrusts stutter before he buries himself balls deep inside you, roaring his release against your neck.
he spills inside you in hot, thick ropes, just like he promised, marking you from the inside out.
and suddenly, the next day you woke up and immediately went to the bathroom to throw up. oops
let’s be honest, the man himself JABBER WONGER had no idea valentines day even existed. he knew there was a day specifically to make love, or well that’s what he thought.
that man is crazy, so you didn’t really expected him to know what day it was really today. so you just ended up teasing him by wearing a dark purple lingerie that was see through.
you stood there, in front of him. his eyes were closed, groaning loudly and dramatically. he had no idea what day it was, but knew it was something. he was just randomly annoyed and tired.
he came back from the store, he simply needed a lighter to smoke on his weed. but still didn’t feel like doing all of that for now.
as he flopped on the bed, he opened one eye lazily to see you standing there in something see-through and purple.
“you don’t like it jabber?” you fake pout as he pushes himself up onto his elbows, his eyes roaming over you hungrily. “i ain’t say that. i just ain’t know what the hell is going on.” he swallows hard, his throat bobbing. “you look like a snack, ma.”
“best snack you’ve seen so far, huh?” you giggled softly, he chuckles deeply, his eyes never leaving you. “the best fuckin’ snack i ever seen.” he sits up fully now, his muscles flexing as he reaches out to grab your waist.
“come here mama,” his voice is low and rough with desire. “let me taste my snack.” making you blush, his hands roaming against your belly, “fine. you freak,”
he pulls you onto the bed with him, his arms wrapping around your waist as he lays back down, pulling you on top of him. his hands slide up to your breasts, squeezing them gently through the lingerie. “mm, this shit see-through...”
“what a perfect view for you, isn’t it jabber” you said smiling, he grins up at you, his thumbs brushing against your nipples. “fuck yeah,” he bucks his hips up slightly, grinding against your core.
“you wearin’ this for me, baby? tryna seduce a man on valentines day or something?”
“huh!? you knew it was valentines day, thought you might’ve not known at all..” you mumbled, feeling him against your core. he laughs, his hands moving to your ass and squeezing.
“nah, i ain’t know till like.. an hour ago. some lil’ shit in the corner store told me.” he starts rolling his hips in a slow rhythm, pressing against your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. “but i’m glad i know now.”
you moan softly, “thought you o-only went to buy a lighter,” he smirks, pulling your hips down harder against his growing bulge.
“i did. the corner store got everything.” he tugs at the edge of your lingerie panties, “heard this lil dude say ‘have a nice valentines day with your girl’ and i was like..oh shit.” his voice drops lower.
“so now i got my girl lookin’ all fine as hell in some see-through shit on purpose.” he slips a finger under your panties, feeling your wetness. “you knew i’d like this, huh?” his thumb circles your clit lightly.
“y-yes of course daddy..” as your breath hitches, his hips jerk hard against your hand at that word, his eyes locking onto yours with dark intensity. “daddy huh?” he slides two fingers inside you, curling them just right. “say that shit again.”
his thumb keeps working your clit as his other hand reaches up to grip your jaw, tilting your face down to look into his eyes.
“aah!— fuckk daddyy..” closing your legs a bit, feeling too much pleasure roaming against your body.
his eyes roll back slightly at the sound of you calling him daddy while he's finger fucking you. he removes his fingers abruptly, making you whimper, then suddenly flips you onto your back.
“open your legs,” he demands, already unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down. making you obey.
he pulls his hard length out, not even bothering with a condom because apparently he’s exclusive and he's clean. “you know what else they had at the corner store? he asks, slipping between your legs and rubbing the head of his cock against your clit. “lil bags of candy.”
“m-mhmm” he chuckles, slowly pushing inside you. “i bought one,” he starts thrusting slowly, his eyes locked onto yours. “figured i’d eat my candy tonight.. on your pussy,” his voice is deep and dirty as he hits deep inside you, making you gasp.
“y-you’re so — ngghh— weird… d-don’t do that,” you mumbled, feeling him deep in you.
he slams deeper, gripping your thighs wide open. “why not? you like my weird shit.” he speeds up, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.
“you wet as fuck for my weird ass, ma.” he leans down and bites your neck, sucking a mark into your skin. “happy fucking valentines day to me, i guess.”
“i-it’s nasty— ahhh fuckk jabberr,” you moan, feeling your brain fog. “nasty and good, right?” he thrusts hard and deep, hitting your spot perfectly. “you love my nasty dick in you, don't you?” he pulls out suddenly, flipping you over onto your stomach before pulling you up onto your knees. “ass up ma,”
you whimpered, tiredly arching against him. he smirks, rubbing his cock against your clit before slapping it gently.
“you tired already baby?” be asks, pushing inside you from behind without warning. he starts fucking you slow and deep, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “i got more candy to eat..”
your body trembles, your back arched more within each thrust. gripping on the sheets while letting out moans and babble sounds.
his eyes darken, watching your body move with each thrust. “fuckin’ hell, you take my dick so good mama,” he speeds up slightly, one hand reaching around to play with your clit while the other grips your hair, pulling your head back.
“j-jabberrr!!— it feels sooo goooddd haa,” you cried out, feeling your tears soak the bedsheets.
“that’s my girl,” he breathes against your ear, fucking you relentlessly. “cry for daddy, let it all out.” he hits deeper at this angle, his thumb pressing hard against your clit.
“you wanted to tease me? look at you now, all soaked and fucked out.” he chuckles low, “happy valentines day, baby.”
“j-jabber i-i can’t no more..—“ you violently trembling, tightening up against his cock.
he groans loudly, feeling you squeeze around him like a vice grip. “yoj close, huh? go on then baby.” he pounds into you one last time, hitting deep while rubbing your clit in fast circles.
“cum on daddy’s cock. want you all shaky and useless.”he bites your shoulder hard as he feels himself getting close too.
you cried loudly, knees and legs began to hurt and slowly struggled to stay in position. you gushed all over his length, making you gasp and scream.
he follows right after you, his hips stuttering as he loses himself inside you. “fuck— yeah, i’m right there.” he groans deeply, collapsing against your back and burying himself in you as he finishes.
he stays inside you, letting his breath settle against your neck as your body trembles beneath him. “happy valentines day ma,” he whispers softly, pulling out slowly and making you whimper at the sensitivity.
he smacks your ass gently before flopping onto the bed beside you. “you worn out?” he asks with a small smirk, already knowing the answer.
you nodded, feeling yourself sore.
he laughs softly, pulling you against him and wrapping an arm around your waist. “you good ma?” he presses a small kiss against your forehead.
“want some water or something?” he asks, noticing how you’re still trembling slightly. “and stop being cute, don’t cry.”
before he could answer, he suddenly gets up.
he smirks when he sees you pouting at him as he walks away, but doesn't say anything. he grabs a blunt from his nightstand and lights it, taking a long drag before walking back over to the bed.
“come here,” holds out an arm for you to snuggle under, blowing out a cloud of smoke.
you tiredly went towards him.
he passes you the blunt once he's comfortable, watching you take a drag with those pouty lips. he chuckles softly, pulling you closer and resting his head against yours. the room is silent except for the soft sounds of you two smoking and breathing. “love you ma,”
he smiles softly at your response, his fingers tracing patterns on your arm as he holds you. the blunt passes between you both in comfortable silence, the high slowly settling over you. after a while, he takes the blunt from you and stubs it out in an ashtray.
at least he now knows when it’s valentines day.
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