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Setbacks and Tattoos (Steve x Poc Plus Size Reader x Bucky)
A Soulmate AU in which the reader is born with two soul bond tattoos and she learns that sheâs bonded to Steve and Bucky. The reader has powers and there is Dom!Steve, Dom!Bucky, and Sub!Reader
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Lift (Thor x Poc!Plus Size Reader)
Based on the party scene from Age Of Ultron, the reader is an avenger (powers explained in the chapter). It all started with that damn hammer.....
Part 1
Part 2
Clingy (Peter Parker x Poc!Plus Size Reader) Completed â¨
Reader and Peter are best friends and itâs their âBest Friend-iverseryâ
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Laid Up (Erik Killmonger x Black!Plus Size Reader)
The reader gets enticed to braid Erikâs hair at a block party. What starts off as just a braiding job turns into something more.
Part 1
Part 2
*Part 3
Part 4
A Different Day (Peter Parker x Black!Plus Sized!OC Elara Dawson)
Elara Dawson never thought sheâd make it but she did. She was a college student now, ready to take on the new freedoms and happiness that college life had to offer. To bad sheâs shit at Physics.
Part 1
Part 2 (coming soon)
Part 3 (coming soon)
Part 4 (coming soon)
One Shots and Requests
I Wouldnât
The Reader has insecurities about her relationship with Steve as sheâs been cheated on before. Lots of fluff.
Lightning Wrapped In Thunder
Reader confronts Thor about a nickname heâs been using around the Avengers about her thighs.
Green Man
Reader is Tonyâs new assistant and sweet Steve gets tired of Tony overworking and flirting with her.
An MâBig Surprise
Reader thinks MâBaku has forgotten her birthday....
Up and Gone
Bucky is dealing with the loss of a friend and the Reader comforts him the best she can.
Itâs Hard, But Not With You
*DRABBLE* Being pregnant with Tony Stark. Oh boy.
Noted
College!Chris Evans has a hard time taking notes in class. And you know, staying awake. So what happens when he asks the best note taker in the class for help??
Baby Love
Natasha cooks and cares for the reader while sheâs sick. Fluff and hilarity ensue.
SYNOPSIS Enjin didnât know you were hiding all that under your somewhat baggy cleanerâs uniform until one day August gets a new whiff of inspiration to cook you up the possibly hottest uniform among the cleaners yet.
CONTENT nsfw / fluff / sexual tension / porn with plot / resolved sexual tension / mutual pining / slow burn / friends to lovers / coworkers to lovers / service top!enjin / praise kink / submissive reader / cursing / oral f!receiving / fingering / sadist!enjin if you squint
A couple cigarettes. The rush of tearing a trash beast apart piece by piece. The relief of a joint right after. Hitting up his favorite local spots at the end of a workday, surrounding himself with gorgeous women who couldnât deny the fact that he, too, was quite the specimen himself.Â
Simple.Â
Once you joined the Cleaners, heâd been ecstatic to finally share the burden that was being in your twenties while babysitting a bunch of brain-wrecked teenagers.Â
For the first time in a while, he had room to breatheâtime to indulge, and not just in stolen moments.
He could prep joints at night for the next day. Take long baths. Hook up with strangers. Stumble back home high out of his mind at bonkers hours in the morning.
He wasnât above sharing his pleasures, either. Heâd invite his adult coworkers to go out with him from time to time.
Gris usually took him up on it if his day had been particularly roughâespecially after some heavy trash-beast ass-kicking.
Semiu, on the other hand, decided on a whim whether she felt like tagging along or not.
As for Zanka, Enjin was already looking forward to the day heâd be old enough to become a potential drinking buddy. Fingers crossed.
Heâd even invited you along a couple of times as well, only to learnâpretty quicklyâthat you were more of a domestic soul. You liked taking care of yourself in your room during your spare time, doing chores, sticking to your own quiet routines and little rituals.
You spent a good chunk of your time tending to your vital instrument. Other than that, you just⌠existed among the residents. Easy. Steady. Reliable.
He exhaled slowly, letting the tensions of the day roll off him as his thoughts drifted towards the night ahead, an unlit cigarette sitting between his lips. The places he might go, the people he might see, the things he might do.Â
His steps echoed through the atmosphere of low humming halls. It was easy to slip into autopilot, leave monotone routine behindâas monotone as his job could get, reallyâ and trade it all for the simple pleasures waiting outside.Â
Enjin had already clocked out in his head. Cigarette, street air, somewhere loudâhe was halfway there when Augustâs voice tore through the hall.
âITâS DONE! HAHA! I DID IT!â
Enjin stopped. Clicked his tongue. Figures. Nothing out of the ordinary. He put his foot in front of the other.Â
Then August yelled your name.
The lighter stayed in Enjinâs pocket. Instinctively, he turned back around to watch the scene unfold in front of him.Â
You appeared like you always did â clothes draping over you like they were just a size too big, hair half-tamed (much like you).
Mildly tired, mildly irritated, yet entirely unbothered by the chaos that was August himself. He leaned back against the doorframe behind him, eyes following the way you yanked the fabric out of Augustâs hands.Â
âOn my fucking life,â you groaned. âWhyâre you yelling? Mâright here.âÂ
âWow, youâre so fun and energized,â Enjin chimed in, as sarcastic as he was relaxed.
You shot him a look â flat, unimpressed. He grinned anyway, like heâd just won a prize, or something. âYou asked for a new uniform?âÂ
âNot really,ââyou held the clothes up to get an impressionââhe just said heâd make me one âcause he felt inspired, so I let him.â
He couldnât help but notice the fabric of the new uniformâ or rather, the lack thereof.
Enjin then realized, distantly, that heâd never really thought about what you looked like under your layers of much too oversized clothes.
The sweaters swallowed you whole, the pants hung low and loose, and somewhere along the line his brain had filed you away as safe. Familiar.
Not something to think about.
âAugust,â you said, turning the scraps of fabric over in your hands, brows knitting together, âare you sure this is for me? This is so not what Iâd usually wear.â
Enjin almost agreed out loud. Almost. It didnât match youânot the way he knew you, anyway.
You were all soft edges and practical comfort, huge sleeves and borrowed pants, a presence that blended into the space instead of demanding it. This thing looked like it wanted to be noticed.Â
He shouldâve written it off right there, shouldâve sided with you and moved on. Instead, he found himself staring a second longer than necessary, curiosity gnawing at him in a way that felt unfamiliar. He wantedâunexpectedlyâto see it on you.
Wanted to know what August had seen that he hadnât. The thought settled in his chest, stubborn, yet not entirely unwelcome.
Enjin was a simple man.
âAre you doubting the gear genius?â He teasingly tilted his head.
âYeah? How dare you?â August scoffed.
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. âIâm not doubting anyone. Iâm just sayingâthis doesnât really look like something Iâd wear.â
August waved you off, already vibrating with confidence. âJust try it on.â
You hesitated for half a second before nodding. âGive me a minute.â
And just like youâd seemed to appear out of nowhere, you were gone again the very next second. The door to your room clicked shut.
Enjin didnât realize heâd been watching until August lightly elbowed his side, muttering to himself about unique stitching, unmatched genius, and a true artistic vision needing proper time to take shape.
Adjusting his weight against the doorframe, Enjin finally lit the cigarette that had been resting between his lips.
Huh, weird.
Heâd seen people change beforeâhell, had undressed people before, had just been about to go out and find someone to undress again. None of this should have registered.
And yet.
Seconds ticked by, and his mind counted them anyway.
He took a drag. Exhaled. Then did it again. The burned-down bud at the tip of the cigarette fell to the floor in what felt like slow motion.
He shifted again, cigarette now between his fingers, trying to convince himself that now could be the time follow through with his original plan: go out, fool around, return at some ridiculous hour. No obligations. No reason to stick around.Â
So why werenât his feet moving?Â
His gaze drifted toward your closed door. For the briefest moment, he imagined what it might look like. Immediately, he shook his head. He really never thought of you this way.Â
And yet.
The thought lingered. The thought of youâany way other than your usual comforting, gentle, easy selfârefused to disappear. He heard the soft shuffle and toss of clothing behind the door until all that remained was quiet nothing.
He couldnât lie to himself. He was curious. Whatever pleasures waited outside werenât going anywhere, and he was entertained enough right where he wasâso why force it?
There was no rush. No harm in sticking around a little longer. If nothing else, it gave him an excuse to annoy you about it later.
Another drag. Another exhale. The cigarette was now less than half its original length. A few more inches fell to the floor, slow, unimportant, meaningless.
The lock of your door clicked. And it mattered so much, for some reason.
Enjinâs head tilted, cigarette now forgotten between his lips. He imagined your last couple motions behind that doorâ a careful tug at a new hem, flatting a creased surface of the fabric, adjusting the fit and drape of certain places. Your hands moving along yourself in a familiar fashion.Â
Your hands moving along yourself.
And that was new. In spite of all the trouble he usually got up to, heâd never thought of you as a woman before. Not once.Â
Then, you stepped out.Â
The uniform fit differently than he expected. On its own, it wasnât flashy, or anything, but it conformed to your shape in a way that made it undeniable. Attention-seeking. And youâŚ
You made it look effortless.
The seams traced your lines perfectly, moving and folding with you in one fluid motion as if the fabric had been waiting for you.
The uniform was stripped down, tight, and sharp. The skirt hugged your hips, short enough to catch the eye without feeling ridiculous. It was tasteful.Â
The top clung to your torso in a way that left neither room for more fabric, nor for imagination.Â
Over it, the cropped jacketâCleanersâ emblem bold across the backâfit snugly, following your every movement without losing its structure.Â
And the bootsâchunky, scuffed, ready for anythingâgrounded you in a way that made the whole thing feel both dangerous and effortless.
And what shouldnât have mattered suddenly mattered so much. Because, fuck⌠you were hot.
Every little shift you madeâa tilt of your head, a small tug at the hem, the way the fabric moved with youâkept catching his attention. He bit the inside of his cheek. Ainât no way youâd been burying all that under those layers.Â
And yet.
Something in him knew better. Your figure fit the style of the uniform perfectly. Natural. Balanced. Built in all the right places. That shouldnât matter. And still, it did. His pulse ticked a little faster, and he kind of hated that he noticed.
What he was most shocked to have to face was the fact that you were pretty much exactly what he imagined whenever he thought of an ideal type.Â
His lungs tightened. Not from desireâat least, not fully. Fascination, awareness, intrigueâall tangled together. The version of you heâd filed away as âsafe, familiarâ no longer fit. Something was⌠different.
You glanced at him, eyebrows raised, waiting for judgment. Approval. Anything.
He exhaled slowly, smoke heâd forgotten in his lungs curling upwards past his curious eyes. âFits,â he said, voice low and casual, as though he was trying to convince himself he hadnât been holding his breath for the past couple seconds.
You blinked, then tilted your head to look down at yourself. âYeah⌠I guess so.â
Neither of you moved. The hall felt quieter, smaller, like any sudden movement could cause him to bump into you. August had gone silent as well, half inspecting his work, half sensing the shift in the air without caring to pinpoint the energy.Â
Whether or not you had realized it, that was up for debate.
Enjin took another long drag. Exhaled. Hoping the smoke would create a barrier between him and your form.
It was then, that he realized it wasnât just the uniform that mattered. It was the subtle shift in you, the way you carried yourself differently, the unfamiliar side of you quietly asserting itselfâand him noticing, no pretending otherwise.Â
Your back straightened, chest lifted ever so slightlyâoh, fuckâand the natural sway of your hips whenever you shifted your weight had him chasing after his own breath.Â
âHonestly,â you spoke, smoothing the fabric of your skirt over your hips, âI thought this would be uncomfortable, but⌠itâs really not. I do actually like it.âÂ
âTOLD YA! IâM A GENIUS!â August screamed, dancing with wild pride.Â
Enjin couldnât help but simply stare. An involuntary smirk grazed his features. âYeah⌠you are a genius.âÂ
By the time the last trash beast went down, youâd forgotten what it felt like to wear anything else.
Given the nature of your fighting, bruises were inevitableâsomething you hadnât even considered when you first received the outfit. Now, black-and-blue marks bloomed along your legs, stretching from mid-thigh all the way down.
It was a sight quite familiar to you, the difference being thatâwith your new uniformâ it was visible to everyone around you as well.
You were going to have to do something about that.Â
The adrenaline hadnât quite worn off yet. Your limbs buzzed from all the movement, body feeling hot and fuzzy. You shifted your weight from one leg to the other in pursuit of some sort of relief for each limb.Â
And in spite of all your movements, the pieces of clothing hadnât shifted in any unwanted way. No hems to adjust, no creases to smooth over. Nothing. The uniform didnât just cling to your bodyâit practically felt molded to your physique.
You hadnât had to think about it once during the fight, which, honestly, was the highest compliment you could pay to the resident âgear geniusâ who had so carefully tailored it to your needs.
You glanced over at Enjin, who seemed to be in a similar state as you. Chest heaving, skin dusted with the thinnest layer of sweat and grime.
He leaned back slightly, the ever-present teasing grin tugging at his lipsâa feature that somehow only grew more pronounced after a good fight at the edge of the No Manâs Lands.
He put most of his weight onto his dear umbrella as his gaze flickered towards your form. You caught it flicking down for a split secondâa questioning twitch in his lip, a curious squint of his eyeâand then back up.Â
âDonât start,â you said, already anticipating a comment about the state of your legs.
âWasnât gonna,â he replied easily, his hands up in defense and then catching Umbreaker just in time before it fell over. Then, after a beat, âYou took quite a hit back there, though.â
âWell,â you looked down to properly inspect the spots this time. The bruises blossomed mostly in the areas around and on your knees, though your shins werenât exempt of the hues of color. Frankly, it looked like it usually did. âComes with the job.âÂ
âHuh,â his gaze flickered down again, lingering long enough for you to take note of it. âYou always bruise like that?âÂ
âPretty much?â You responded, putting one leg behind the other, as if it was going to do anything to hide it. âLegs usually take the worst of it.âÂ
âFigures.â he responded, lifting a joint to his lipsâhis habitual celebration joint, as youâve come to learn about him.
His attention to your legs lingered just a second longer than youâd expected it to, before focusing on lighting the end of the blunt with his lighter.Â
âYou know,â he teased as the fire finally caught, then dropping his lighter back in his pocket, âthe amount you bruise in a day feels like the amount I take in like, what, two weeks?âÂ
âWow, youâre so cool for that,â you shot backâunimpressed, sarcastic. âIs this your way of telling me to be more careful?âÂ
âNah,â he smirked, taking a drag of his joint and exhaling the smoke, a relaxed groan escaping along with it. âYou handle yourself just fine.âÂ
That earned him a look. âHigh praise.âÂ
âDonât get used to it.â he retorted, a challenging expression adorning his sharp features.
âAw, why not?â You finally took a moment to stretch.Â
Hands pressed together, you reached overhead, trying to ease the tension built up in your back during the fight. Even as you moved, you couldnât help but notice the hem of your top riding up just slightlyâenough to follow your motion comfortably, never restrictive, never bothersome.
It was honestly impressive.Â
When your arms dropped back to your sides, you caught the faintest flicker of movement out of the corner of your eyeâand for a moment, it felt like Enjinâs gaze was still following you. Just for a heartbeat, though.
âWhatâs up with you today?â
âHuh?â A cloud of smoke tore through his lips. âWhat do you mean?â
âYouâre, like, looking at me all the time,â you said, resting a hand on your hip. âWhatâs up with that?â
âIâm not.â He scoffed, taking another drag, huffing little smoke circles and watching them disappear into the air.
You rolled your eyes. âYou are, though.â
âNo, Iâm not.â
âYou totally are.â
âYeah,â he admitted, shooting you a hopelessly charming smile, eyes shamelessly flicking down and back up your figure. âMaybe a bit.â
Unfortunately for you, his charms didnât leave you entirely unaffected.
You couldnât help it. Anyone with working eyes knew exactly that Enjin was the unfortunate epitome of attraction.Â
The sharp line of his jaw catching the light as he tilted his head, the way smoke curled lazily from his lips, forming all sorts of organic shapes before vanishing into the air.Â
The collar of his shirt revealing the ink nestled underneath his skin, curving alongside his neck, giving him this edge that somehow fit that permanent teasing expression he always wore.
You shook your head slightly, trying to tell yourself it didnât mean anything. But your pulse had its own opinion, quickening with the small, easy awareness of him in front of you.Â
But no. This guy was more than likely carrying a choker filled to the brim with booty calls. There was no reason for him to be paying you that kind of attention, especially since he usually didnât.
Something youâd always been painfully aware of, to your dismay.
âWhatever,â you muttered, more to yourself than him. âCan you drive?âÂ
âWhy?â he grinned. ââCause your legs are busted?âÂ
âYouâre so funny today,â you mustered the most obnoxious fake-laugh you were capable of. âNo, genius. Iâm asking, because youâre high.â
âThat would certainly be a valid concern,ââhe took another taunting dragââif you werenât talking to me right now.âÂ
âSilly me,âyou said, not-so-subtle sarcasm yet to unlace from your voice. âNo, but really.âÂ
You walked past him toward the off-roader, unable to hide the little bounce in your stepâhalf from the lingering adrenaline still coursing through your veins, half from the excitement you felt at the prospect of returning back to your baseâhome.
Heavy steps followed you until you both slid into the vehicle, him in the driverâs seat.
âIâve done wilder things stoned,â he scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes as he inserted the key into the ignition.
âLike what?â You asked, getting comfortable in your seat.Â
âWouldnât you like to know.â
âYouâre so insufferable sometimes.â you sighed, shooting him a displeased look. âJust focus on the road.â
He smiled, eyes meeting yours as if to admit guilt. âNo promises.âÂ
His fingers moved quickly over the keys, firing up the engine before shifting gears and getting the car rolling.
âBuckle up, princess,â he said. âJust âcause your legs are bruised doesnât mean Iâll be slowing down any time soon.âÂ
The little nickname definitely didnât go unnoticed by youâas well as the double innuendo, which wasnât out of the ordinary for himâthough you felt too something to really comment on it.
âDonât you worry about my legs,â you shot back, trying for a casual tone. âNot like Iâm made of sugar or something.â
He smirked to himself, taking a last long drag of the joint before flicking it out the window. âGood to know.â
You caught him muttering something under his breathâmore to himself than to youâbut decided to let it slide. Your pulse still hadnât quite settledâwhether that was from the fight or due to certain body-modded men within your vicinity was something you chose not to worry aboutâ and honestly, you didnât really feel like picking fights, anyway.Â
The motor rumbled beneath you as the off-roader stumbled over the uneven ground of the No Manâs Land, gradually leaving the chaos behind. The road began to flatten with each passing mile, though the ride already felt surprisingly smoothâespecially considering it was Enjin behind the wheel right now.
You kept your hands folded in your lap. Your gaze kept wandering between the trash-ridden landscape â a rather unpleasant sight â and, of course, him â an admittedly rather pleasant side.Â
Despite every warning youâd given yourself, despite every attempt to keep your guard up, he slipped past it effortlessly. He didnât need your consent to get under your skinâand you couldnât really help letting him, either. He was just good at getting peopleâs guard downâat least among the Cleaners.
Or maybe it was just you.Â
Your gaze drifted back to him, more often than you cared to admit. His side profile looked sharper and even more defined against the warm rays of a setting sun kissing his dirt-ridden skin.Â
It was honestly a bit annoying how attractive he was.Â
You mentally traced the patterns of the tattoos disappearing beneath the nick of his shirt, wondering about the way they might continue. Your focus drifted towards the flex of his strong hands on the wheel, covered in similar shapesâhow did they curl under his sleeves?
You shifted in your seat, throwing one leg over the other, and felt the faint sting of bruises along the length of your legs. Nothing severe, but enough to remind you that your fight hadnât been gentle.Â
You flexed them subtly under the skirt of your uniform, partly to stretch, partly out of curiosity, playing a quiet game of âhow long before it hurts too muchâ. Of course, it never got to that point. Itâs just some light bruising.Â
He glanced at you then, out of the corner of his eye, and his smirk widened just slightly, like he knew about the silly game you were playing in your head to entertain yourself. A small quirk of his eyebrow, a tilt of the headâit was enough to make your chest tighten, though you pretended (miserably) to focus on your legs instead.
âSo,â he said, voice casual but teasing, âyou planning on sitting there looking broody all the way back, or are we gonna talk?â
You let out a soft breath, shoulders sinking into the seat. âIâll be honest⌠Iâm kind of tired.â
âI was wondering when youâd say that.â His tone softened, the teasing thinning out. âYou can sleep, if you wanna. Iâll wake your ass at HQ.â
âMm,â you hummed, eyelids already heavier than youâd realized. âSounds good.â
âIâll wake you up good,â he added lightly. âGet Delmon to hose you down.â
One eye cracked open. âOkay. Iâm not sleeping.â
He huffed a quiet laugh. âIâm kidding.â A pause. Then, softer, more genuine: âIâll wake you up real gentle. Promise. Get some rest.â
The hum of the engine filled the space between you. The road stretched ahead, steady and uneventful.
You shifted slightly, adjusting against the seat, legs stretching out a little more carefully this time. Your head tipped back. The exhaustion wasnât dramatic â just the slow kind that settled into your bones after a long day.
You felt it before you saw it â his hand adjusting the climate dial so the air wouldnât blow directly at you. The smallest thing. Almost nothing.
But not nothing.
Your eyes fluttered closed.
The last thing you registered was the faint sound of him muttering under his breath â something about how easily you wear yourself out â and the way the vehicle seemed to move just a little smoother than before.
The common area was louder than usualâmusic bleeding from a battered speaker, empty bottles clustering along the tables, the air thick with smoke and laughter. Someone had dragged out a deck of cards, another group arguing loudly over rules that changed every five minutes.
Enjin fit right into it.
He leaned back in his chair, one arm slung over the backrest, a drink balanced loosely in his hand as he laughed along with the others. Easy. Relaxed. This was familiar territoryâpost-mission chaos, shared exhaustion, celebration for still being alive. The kind of environment he absolutely thrived in.
His eyes roamed the room in a moment that was supposed to be all about appreciating his weird, little family.
And then, they stopped.Â
You hadnât made any sort of announcement. No dramatic pause, no random attempt at drawing attention. You just slipped into the room like you always didâ quiet, familiar, reliable.Â
His gaze flickered down before he could stop himself.Â
The uniform sat on you as disgustingly well as it always did. Skirt hugged you too well, top accentuated your physique, jacket hung loose over your shoulders, sleeves slinging in the air.
He had just gotten somewhat used to seeing you this way. It was supposed to be safe. It should have been safe.
You chose trouble today.Â
It wasnât the uniform that threw him off.
It was what you added.Â
Dark fabric hugged your legs beneath the skirt, reaching high enough to erase the bruises he knew were there. Practical. Sensible.
That, somehow, made it worse.
He knew why you were wearing them. A part of him basked in the fact that he was probably the only person here that knew why you were wearing them, that this was your attempt at hiding your bruises. And, somehow, knowing what it looked like underneath made it that much more⌠intimate?Â
Not to mention the way that the plush of your legs perfectly spilled over the hem of the fabric, which was the best part about these types of socks, anyway.
But this was you. Cozy, unchanging, reliable you.
With a single addition to your work attire, youâd managed to take it from blurring the lines of professionalism to⌠well, overstepping them entirely. At least, in his eyes.
He couldnât tell if he minded or not. Or he just couldnât admit the truth to himself.Â
The card game, the drink in his hand, the music running in the backgroundâall of it faded as he took his sweet time observing you.
He eased back into the loveseat he was occupying, spreading his long legs like he owned the space, as if waiting for you was the most natural thing in the world.
You greeted a few people, checked on the kids at the childrenâs table, but never seemed to settle in one spot.
And so, he called your name before he could stop himself.Â
Your head snapped toward him, eyes locking with his as you made your way to the poker table.
âHey there,â you greeted, arms loosely crossed.
âHi,â he replied, flashing that infuriating grin. âSit down. We could use another player.â He shifted over, leaving just enough space for you to slide in, and you didâprobably closer than youâd expectedâafter greeting everyone at the table.
His hand draped over the back of the two-seater, half-encasing your frame. His legs stretched, one brushing the side of your thigh, claiming the space with casual confidence, yet leaving enough for you.
âSo⌠what are we playing?â you asked, voice light, like you were trying not to notice the proximity.
âItâs called Bluffing,â he said, eyes flicking toward you briefly. âBasically, the deck is evenly split among the four of us and we have to place cards in order of Ace to King facedown. The catch: You wonât always have the right card at the right turn.âÂ
âAh,â you murmured as you took the drink from his hand and sipped, the weight of his gaze lingering on you. âSoâyouâre gonna have to bluff.â
âRight,â he replied, brow quirking just slightly. âYou can place in multiples, though. If you gotta place an Ace and you have two on your hand, you can place both.â
âI see,â you replied, voice casual and airy. âHow do you win? Or lose?â
âOh, yeahâanyone can call a bluff at any point. If youâre right, the person who bluffed gets the entire pile on the table. If youâre wrong, you need to take the pile,â he responded. âWhoever has no cards left wins. Youâll get the hang of it.â
He leaned back slightly, letting his arm drape lazily over the loveseat, the movement deliberate, stretching closer to you without touching⌠yet. The proximity was ridiculous, and he knew it, and of course, so did you.Â
He could feel the subtle brush of your leg against his, hear the faint shift as you adjusted your seat, the way your hand lingered on the drink heâd gotten himself.
His mind did a quick double-take, because⌠damn. You smelled good. Closer than heâd ever been, and now it was impossible to ignore.
Enjin reached for the full deck on the table, shuffling it, before he split the cards evenly between the four of you, movements smooth and practiced. Cards slid across the table in neat stacks.
âAlright,â he said, glancing around. âWhoâs got the Ace of Hearts?â
Everyone checked their hand.
A beat.
âI do.â
His eyes flicked up immediately.
Of course you did.
âThenâyou start.â
He leaned back, watching from the corner of his eye as you looked down at your cards. You took just a second too long. Your lips pressed together, like you were holding back a smile.
That was new.
You placed a card face-down.
âAce of Hearts.â
He didnât even hesitate.
âBluff.â
The word came easy. Calm. Certain.
Bro snorted. âAlready?â
You turned toward him slowly. âYou donât even know what I put down.â
He tilted his head, studying you openly now. âDonât need to.â
It wasnât about the card.
It was the way you sat a little straighter. The way your fingers lingered on the edge of the card a fraction too long. The almost imperceptible satisfaction in your eyes.
You were asking for it, really.
âFlip it,â Delmon urged.
You held Enjinâs gaze for half a secondâa silent challengeâbefore turning the card over.
Six of Hearts.
Bro burst out laughing.
Enjin didnât. He just smiledâslow and smugâbecause⌠well, there it was.
âI knew it,â he said quietly.
âYou didnât know anything.â You rolled your eyes.
He huffed a low laugh. Then, using the arm that wasn't draped casually behind you, he reached down and lightly poked a spot on your leg he knew was bruised. You yelped, just enough to make him grin wider.
Meanwhile, he couldn't help but savor the fact that he was the only one who knew what your legs looked like beneath the thigh highs. It was his way of telling you thatâat least in split secondâyou belonged to him.
âI know you.â
You muttered something under your breath as you took your card back, clearly annoyedâbut not really.
âAlright,â he said, settling back again. âGo on.â
You drew in a breath, adjusted your grip on your cards, and this time when you placed one down, your expression was steady. Almost neutral.
âAce of Heartsâfor real this time.â
He watched you carefully.
No lingering. No spark. No tiny flare of pride.
Just calm.
He held the silence for a second longer than necessaryâjust to make you feel it.
âAlright. Continue.â
Delmon cracked his knuckles. âTwo.â
He placed two cards down in a neat stack. No hesitation. No theatrics.
Bro eyed him briefly, but didnât bite.
âThree,â Bro said next, tossing one card onto the pile with a lazy flick of his wrist.
Stil, no one called anything.
Then it was Enjinâs turn.
He looked down at his hand. The next number was four.Â
He just so happened to have two.
A small part of him considered holding one back for the next cycle.
He didnât.
He slid both cards into the center. Calm. Clean.
âTwo fours.â
He didnât look at Delmon.
He didnât look at Bro.
He looked at you.
Your fingers were still resting on your cards. But he saw it â that tiny shift in your posture. The way your shoulders squared. The way your eyes flicked to the pile and then back to him.
You were thinking. Good.
He leaned back slightly, arm still draped along the seat behind you.
âYou gonna call it?â he asked lightly.
Delmon scoffed. âHere we go.â
Enjin ignored him.
His gaze stayed on youânot challenging. Just steady.
He wasnât bluffing. But he almost hoped you thought he was.
For the most part, you upheld the eye-contactâeyes flicking towards the cards in his hand from time to time, as if questioning the legitimacy of them.Â
âI wanted to,â you murmured, eyes flicking toward him, wary, âbut⌠now that you want me to call it, I wonât.â
Enjin huffed a laugh.
âFair enough. Your turn.â
You placed your three cards with a smile. âFive.â
Delmonâs brow furrowed as he eyed the pile.
âBluff,â he finally muttered, leaning forward, elbows now resting on his knees.
You blinked, keeping your expression calm. âOh?â
Enjin watched from his spot, leaning back slightly, arm still stretched behind you, smirk tugging at his lips. He didnât need to see your cards to know what was coming.
âYou sure about that?â Enjin asked lightly, just loud enough for the table to hear. His voice carried a teasing edge, though he kept his own cards close.
Delmon hesitated for a heartbeat, then nodded. âWhat are the odds of having three fives on your hand? Iâm calling it.â
You flipped your first card â five. Then the second â five. And the third⌠five.
It was true.
Delmon froze, eyes widening as realization hit. âHuh?â
You leaned slightly toward the center of the table, a faint, triumphant smile tugging at your lips, sliding the small pile towards him. âThere you go.â
Enjinâs gaze lingered on you, amusement and something warmer flickering in his chest. You werenât even aware of the way youâd slid closer, your side almost fully pressed against him.Â
He felt a soft nudge against his chest â your shoulder lightly stabbing into him. He didnât move. He could feel the warmth radiating from you, the faint brush of your side against his, and the subtle weight of your presence.
He looked down at you, catching your eyes before you looked away. The next second, you muttered something under your breath, too faint to carry over the pounding bass from the speakers. Enjin might have only noticed becauseâwellâhe'd just been looking at your lips anyway.
An idea struck him.Â
As if the proximity weren't already enough, he inched closer, letting his body press lightly against yours as he
leaned down, silently signaling that you should repeat yourself.
His arm draped over you more than it did over the seat, head tilted ever so slightly as his gaze locked with
yours, faces just inches apartâa challenge you were doomed to fail. He caught the brief flicker of your eyes
down toward his lap, though you didn't pull back.
He caught your gaze again, right as your pretty lips began to part. âI just asked if we start from ace again,â you spoke, almost in a whisper.
âNo,â he replied, voice casual, but he couldnât help the small smile tugging at his lips. âNext is six.â
You fit against him perfectly, your frame settling into the dip of the cushions at his side, curves aligning just so. You seemed comfortable there, either unaware of how close youâd slipped toward him or simply finding it as natural as he did.
Everyone eyes shifted to Delmon now that it was his turn. He placed one card down. âSix.â
Right after, Bro laid down a seven. Supposedly.Â
The turn circled back to him.Â
Enjin looked at his hand. Not a single eight. It was time to bluff. No big deal.
He slid two cards into the pile, careful, measured. âEight,â voice calm, almost casual. Not rushed, not nervousâjust like always. He let his gaze flick toward you out of the corner of his eye. The way you were watching him, that slight narrowing of your eyes.
âBluff,â you said, quiet, steady, like it wasnât a guessâlike you already knew.
He froze just for a fraction of a second, more amused than concerned.
âYou think so?â he murmured lightly, leaning into the seat a little more. Not defensive. Not worried. Just curious what youâd do.
You held his gaze, unwavering. Calm. Confident.
Enjin exhaled slowly, sliding the pile toward himself. âAlright, fine,â he said under his breath, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. âYou got me.â
He was just flattered to know youâd watched him so intently.
âDamn,â Bro sighed, hand on the back of his neck. âYou guys are really good at this.âÂ
Enjin hums. âYeah,â he says. âSomething like that.â
Minutes passed, then stretched into what felt like hours. The pile grew steadily, now close to a quarter of the deck, and no one could afford to lose. Yet somehow, bluffs hadnât been called in forever.
âYouâre taking forever,â you groaned, tapping your cards lightly, fidgeting.
âIâm thinking,â he replied evenly, though the tiniest twitch of a smile betrayed him.
âThinking about whatâbluffing?â
âWanna call it? I dare you.âÂ
He glanced at his cards, then back at you, then back at his hand, before cautiously sliding a ten onto the ever-growing pile.
âOne king.â
It was intense.
âYouâve got to be lying, man!â Delmon exclaimed, eyes fixed on the pile as if staring harder would reveal the truth.
âOkay, call it then. See what happens.â His empty threat earned groans all aroundâBro rubbing his forehead in frustration, Delmon gripping his knees like he needed an anchor. And you⌠still. Too still. Still in a tense way, like you were frozen in time.Â
He didnât know if it was reflex, instinct, or just a quiet urge, but his hand had started tracing lazy shapes along your shoulder. You seemed to relax into it, even if only slightly, and he was quietly glad to be of some comfort.
It also seemed to distract you from the game, which was a bonus.
It was your turn now. The pile demanded an Ace.
You picked a card and slid it onto the pile, voice even, airy. âAn Ace.â
His eyes narrowed just slightly. He could tell.Â
The way your fingers lingered on the card before letting it go, the tiny pause in your voice, the way your gaze flicked to him and then quickly awayâyou werenât enjoying the lie as much as you should have been.
He considered calling it. Just for a moment.
But he couldnât bring himself to let the pile crash down on you.Â
He leaned back just slightly, letting his gaze rest on you for a beat longer than necessary, noting the faint lift of your chest as you exhaled, and the subtle tension easing from your shoulders. Not because he needed to, not because he wanted to punish youâjust because he could.
You played round after round after that, the hours slipping by unnoticed. The table shifted, drinks were replaced, the music grew louder and then blurred into the background.
By the time the night began to thin out, heâd walked you through the halls and left you at your door, talking about nothing and everything at onceârecent expeditions, Rudoâs progress, who had handled the trash beasts better on the last mission (obviously you). You said your goodbyes like you hadnât half-sat in his lap just moments earlier.
And you just couldnât shake the thought of him.Â
His lingering looks.
That honeyed tone to his voice.
The way his words always seemed to push just enough to see what youâd do with them.
Youâve been trying to catch sleep for a couple hours, but the phantom sensation of his finger lazily tracing circles into your shoulder hadnât faded. Neither had the warmth of his body pressed against yours, or the image of his sharp, calloused hands working the deck.
You groaned into your pillow, kicking your feet against the mattress (which was dumb, because your legs still hadnât recoveredâit hurt really bad).
This was frustrating.Â
Even now, your body felt as though it was running just as hot as it had when pressed right against the side of his hard chest. Tingles ran over every bit of skin that touched him. Your thoughts wandered places you usually always tried to keep them from and you were failing miserably tonight.Â
His naked, inked skin.Â
His strong, broad frame.Â
His stupid hot fucking smile.Â
The way his hands would feelâŚ
Youâd usually always been able to handle him, but something was just different this time.Â
This wasnât the same old big-ego Enjin. It was him threading himself into your thoughts, somehow playing with the pace of your heartbeat, the temperature of your skin, the electric feeling in your stomach.
Sleeping was pointless. You were lucky you had nowhere to be in the morning.Â
Maybe you should take a shower.Â
You begrudgingly lifted your face from the squished pillow and pushed yourself up, heading to grab a change of clothes before shuffling toward the bathroom.Â
By the time you reached it, your resolve had wavered enough that you didnât even bother shutting the door fully before peeling off your sleep shirt, carelessly throwing it onto your pile of laundry you had yet to find a day to tackle.Â
The water felt relieving against your skin. Today felt like the kind of day that justified turning it really hotâwhich Enjin always hated, since it usually meant a cold, miserable shower for him the next morning. After tonight, you figured he kind of deserved it.Â
If he was going to occupy your thoughts, you were claiming the hot water.Â
The sensation of the water running down your body seemed to numb the pain in your legs, but it did little to wash away the feeling of his skin pressed against yoursâbecause of course it wouldnât. This wasnât a physical sensation, it was him in your head.
You turned the temperature up a notch.
It burned, but it felt good.
Single droplets pierced you like hot needlesâa type of pain you actually welcomed. All the tension of the day seemed to wash off your body, disappearing down the drain along with the water.
You could stay here for hours, maybe even fall asleep like this. All your senses felt cut off from the outside world, with no room for any unwanted thoughts. Just the unbearably hot water, close enough to feel endless.
And then, there was a beep.
You froze. You hadnât taken your choker off yet.
Someone was calling.Â
You feared you knew exactly who.Â
âEnjin, what the fuck? Itâs, like, 1 a.m.!â you whisper-shouted, covering the choker as best you could with your hand, as though that was going to shield you in any way.Â
âHuh? Itâs almost 3. And I can hear you,â he replied.
âYeah, I know, weâre in a call!â you said, exasperated.
âNo, like⌠I can hear your shower,â he clarified, a faint chuckle in his tone.
âAnd you thought itâd be a good idea to call me in the shower?â
âYou picked up, didnât you?â His grin practically radiated through the call.
What you hated most in this moment wasnât that he calledâit was the fact that you were excited about it.Â
And the fact that he was right.
âYou donât even know how hot my shower is running right now.â you challenged him, hoping to get him right where you knew it hurt.Â
âThatâs fucked up,â he laughed, like he wasnât taking you seriously at all. âJust to tick me off? Or you just felt like showering hot?â
âI donât have to answer that.â you mumbled, reaching for the shampoo bottle.Â
âAnd that says so much,â he replied. âWhyâre you taking a shower in the middle of the night? Didnât you say you were tired?âÂ
âI was tired,â you admitted, letting the water cascade over your shoulders. âI just couldnât fall asleep.âÂ
âMm, same,â he replied. âItâs kind of your fault for turning on the shower, though.âÂ
âThats on you.â And you regretted these words the moment they escaped your lips.
âWhatâd I do?â
Because what were you even going to tell him? That you couldnât stop thinking about how good he smelled? That you wished his arm had fully encased you? That you actually kind of liked it when he pressed down on your bruises? That just thinking about any of it made your body react in ways you could never, ever admit out loud?
âI just donât like you.â you muttered, scrubbing shampoo into your hair, trying to keep your voice even.
âI know thatâs not true, sweetheart,â he said, his smile as audible as ever through the line.
Again with that pet name.
âIâm just gonna stop talking.âÂ
âYou could also just hang up.âÂ
âWhy donât you hang up?
âI donât want to,â he chuckled lowly. âI feel like you donât really want to stop talking, either.âÂ
You heard him shuffle on his end of the lineâthings cluttering and moving around.
âYouâre very confident in yourself.âÂ
âHang up, then.âÂ
You didnât reply. You didnât hang up, either.Â
âThought so,â he murmured with a faint exhaleâwas he smoking?ââWanna come over?â
âWhat. Now?âÂ
âYeah. Or, you know what?â The sound of shifting feet, a quiet grunt. âIâm coming over.âÂ
Your fingers clenched slightly around the shampoo bottle, as if it was your lifeline. âIâm in the shower!âÂ
âWell, hurry, my footâs out the door already.â And the click of his door shutting was, indeed, audible on the other end.Â
The moment you felt the shampoo rinse completely from your hair, you stepped out of the shower, grabbing the first towel within reach.
âAt least wait, like⌠two minutes,â you said, tugging it tighter around yourself. âPlease.â
âBut then Iâd have to walk all the way back.â
âOur rooms are next to each other!â you shot back, exasperated.
âYeah⌠way too far. Damn, you should lock your door.â
âAre you in my room right now?â
âYes, maâam,â he replied, as if that settled everything.
âJust waitâsit down somewhere. Iâll be right out.â you replied hurriedly, dropping the towel after drying yourself off and getting into your giant sleep shirt.Â
Shutting the bathroom door behind you and quickly shuffling your way back to your space, you find him splayed out on your bed, staring at the ceilingâor perhaps following the pattern of the smoke as it rose into the air.Â
âWell?â he asked, his focus not shifting toward you quite yet. âYou gonna keep me waiting?â
You crossed your arms, trying for irritation. âDo I look like I had a choice?â
Then, he spared you a glance, eyeing your frame for a moment. Then two.Â
He smiled. âYou look good.â
You blinked, caught off guard. âSorry?â you asked.
âYou look good.â He met your eyes after letting his attention wander all over you. âLike⌠really good.â
You shifted on the spot, tugging at the hem of your shirt. âDonât start with me, Enjin,â you muttered, though a faint warmth had already started spreading through your chest.
âRelax, Iâm just messing with you,â he said, propping himself up against the wall. He made space on the mattress, patting the newly free spot as a silent invitation for you to get comfortable.
He brought the blunt to his lips and took a long, unhurried drag. You could practically see the smoke fill his lungs, his chest expanding before he leaned his head back slightly and exhaled, the haze curling lazily toward the ceiling. The sound he madeâlow, pleasedâhad no business shooting right through you the way it did.
You took a short breath, grounding yourself, then crossed the room and settled into the space heâd made for you. You leaned back against the pillows, angling your legs carefully so they didnât tangle with his, even though the mattress dip made closeness unavoidable.
When you glanced over, he wasnât looking at you anymore.
His gaze had gone distant, unfocused, like heâd drifted somewhere else entirely as the drug settled in. For a moment, you just watched himâhis relaxed posture, the faint rise and fall of his chest, the way the smoke still lingered around him.
The thought that he looked kind of ethereal quietly passed your mind.Â
Then, with the slightest tilt of his head, his eyes found yours again.
âWanna try?â he asked, holding the blunt out toward you. You blinked. Once. Twice.Â
âWhatâsmoking?â you echoed.
âYeah.â His smile was lazy, unpressuring. âYou donât have to.â
You hesitated. Youâd never really felt the urge beforeânever saw the appeal. Still, curiosity nudged at you, persistent and annoying.
ââŚIf you teach me?â
Something softened in his expression, just briefly, before a faint smile took over.
âOf course, sweetheart.â
He held it closer, waiting. You took it carefully, immediately aware of how little you knew about what to do with it. Youâd seen people smoke before, sureâbut holding it yourself felt strangely intimidating. For something so small, it suddenly felt like it carried a lot of weight.
And you were supposed to breathe that in?
âItâs pretty intuitive,â he said, watching you with open amusement. âJust donât inhale too deeply.â
âThatâs your instructions?â
âTo be fair,â he chuckled, lifting his hands in lazy defense, âyouâre probably gonna start coughing anyway. Just a heads up.â
Your eyes rolled on instinct.
You studied the blunt like it might give you some sort of guidance if you stared long enough. Then you brought it to your lips and took a tentative inhale.
Nothing.
Frowning slightly, you tried againâdeeper this time.
Instant regret.
The burn hit fast and sharp, ripping the air straight out of your lungs. You sputtered, coughing hard as smoke escaped in uneven bursts, shoving the blunt back into his hand while you struggled to breathe. You were hunched forward, absolutely wrecked, eyes watering.
Enjin was already laughing beside you, completely unapologetic.
âI told you not too deep,â he said between laughs. âI gave you one instruction.â
You wanted to snap backâhad a dozen words lined upâbut air still hadnât fully returned to your lungs, and all you could manage was a glare that only made him grin wider.
âEasy,â he said, laughter still in his voice as he shifted closer. His hand came up to your back, warm and steady, rubbing slow circles between your shoulder blades. âBreathe. Iâve got you.â
He guided you gently back against him, your spine settling against his chest.
You coughed again, sharper this time, eyes stinging as you tried to suck in air that didnât burn. âYouââ you rasped, grounding yourself with a hand on his leg. âYouâre evil.â
He hummed, clearly entertained. âYeah, yeah. Deep breaths. In through your nose. Just like that.â
You did as he said, partly out of necessity, partly because the weight of his hand made it easier. The coughing eased little by little, your chest still tight but no longer on fire.
âThere you go,â he murmured, closer now, voice lower. âSee? Still alive.â
Without really thinking about it, you leaned back, letting your head rest against him for just a second as you caught your breath. âI hate you,â you mutteredâthough it came out far less convincing than you meant it to.
His thumb traced a lazy line along your shoulder. âMhm. I can tell.â
You exhaled sharply, shoulders tense. âYou absolutely set me up.â
âI warned you,â he said, lifting the blunt past your frame and bringing it back to his lips. âYou just didnât listen.â
Thatâs when two things hit you at once.
Oneâyou felt it.
Your thoughts began to loosen in a way they never had before. The constant noise in your head softened, blurred, fading into something distant and manageable.
And twoâthe position you were in.
Your hand resting on his thigh.
Your back pressed flush against his chest.
His arm lazily draped around you, like you just did this all the time.Â
It was a dangerous combination. With your thoughts dulled and hazy, you didnât have the energy to filter your thoughts about how much you actually liked it anymore.
He shifted slightly behind you, just enough that the pressure of his chest against your back deepened, and you felt the subtle weight of his attention resting along the back of your head.
âSee?â he murmured, more to himself than you. âKnew youâd feel it.â
You frowned faintly. âFeel what?â
âThe quiet,â he said, his finger lightly tapping against your temple. âYou stopped fidgeting.â
That caught your attention. Youâd usually try to deny itâbut you couldnât. Your thoughts felt slower. Softer.
He sensed it before you even said anythingâthe way your breathing evened out, the tension in your shoulders easing, the subtleties of the things you didnât doâlike pulling away, or fighting back.
âLook at you,â he murmured, voice low, almost cooing. âSo calm⌠seriously, this might be the longest stretch youâve gone without barking at me.â
âShush,â you muttered, cheeks warming. âMânot calm. Nâ I donât bark.â
âSure, baby,â he said, that word curling around your spine. âWhatever you say.â
And you didnât even have it in you to fully process the new pet name.Â
His hand found the hem of your shirt, tugging it lightly between his fingers, testing the fabric against your skin. Not enough to pull it up, not enough to be overtâdefinitely enough for you to notice.
You felt the faint brush of his thumb against your side with each little pull, a whisper of contact that made your stomach tighten.
âYouâre kind of comfortable.â you muttered, trying for casual as you pulled your hand backâslowly, like you didnât want to draw attention to it.
âOnly kind of?â he asked, voice easy, almost amused. His fingers flexed once against your side, just enough to be intentional.Â
âOkay,â you murmured, almost to yourself. âYouâre really comfortable.âÂ
âMm, sure seems like it,â he let out a soft hum. âYou feeling tired?âÂ
âNo,â you replied, letting your words trail just slightly. The warmth of your body pressed into his was dizzying. âMâjust very good right now.â
His hand moved lazily along your side, brushing your hip with an absent-minded care that made your stomach twist. âMm,â he murmured. âWant me to stay?â
You nodded.Â
âOkay.âÂ
The room fell into a quiet that wasnât uncomfortable, just⌠present. No teasing, no jokesâjust him and you.
Slowly, his fingers traced the curve of your waist, mapping the gentle swell of your sides as if committing every line to memory.
Each movement was bold in intention yet measured, teasingâlike he was daring you to react, and you found yourself holding still, caught between hesitation and anticipation.
The warmth of his touch spread through you in ways that werenât just physical; it was the attention, the quiet focus of him exploring without words.
His hand was no longer just playingâit was present, outlining the frame of you, leaving you aware of every point of contact, every subtle press of skin against fabric.
His other hand slowly lifted, fingers weaving through your hair. With a practiced ease, he swept it over to one side, letting your thick sleep shirt slip just enough to expose your shoulder. The fabric pooled lazily around the curve, leaving your neck bare to the warmth of his gaze.
A content sigh left your lips.Â
âYou like that?â he whispered, his warm breath brushing along your ear. You already knew he didnât need an answerâhe just wanted to hear it from you.
You complied with a soft hum.Â
He took one last slow drag of the blunt, the tip glowing faintly in the dim light. You caught the plume of smoke in your peripheral vision as he exhaled, and it curled lazily over your shoulder, teasing your bare skin.
With a subtle flick of his fingers, he sent the finished blunt spinning onto the floor. You were too caught up in the moment to care, letting the tension in your body unravel under his attention.
You donât think youâve ever been this relaxed.
The hand that had been tracing your side drifted lower, slipping past the hem of your shirt. It moved agonizingly slowly, skimming over the soft skin of your bare thigh, his thumb drawing lazy, teasing patternsâjust a little too far up, just a little too far in.
Just a little too much to pass off as friendly.
He was giving you just enoughâenough to make your skin burnâbut never enough to truly satisfy the ache that had built up inside you. The moment felt charged, but it wasnât as simple as just raw intimacy.Â
His breath skimmed the skin of your neck in slow, even intervals. âYouâre really soft.â It almost sounded like a question.Â
You could feel his attention on youâthe hazed focus of his gaze lingering along the line of your neck, the faint feeling of his hair grazing your skin. Then he inched in closerâslow, gentle kisses traced along the length of your neck. And despite all the tension coiled in your body, they werenât meant to provokeâjust soft, unhurried.
He pulled back, resting his head atop your shoulder.Â
Part of you was relieved he didnât take it further. Another part of you screamed at the loss of the feeling.Â
âYouâre not telling me to stop,â he whispered into your shoulder.Â
And, yeah. You werenât.Â
You swallowed, fingers curling lightly into the fabric of his sleeve. âYeah,â you said quietly, words slower than usual, âShould I?â
There was a pause. Not the heavy kind. Just enough to let your words settle.
âUp to you,â he replied easily, his thumb returning to trace an absent-minded line along your side. âIâd be a bit butthurt about itâbut, you know. Whatever.â
That made you laugh.Â
He stuck to caring strokes and gentle touches.
You drifted off to sleep in his embrace that night.Â
He was a simple man. At least, heâd always thought he was.
Things just failed to feel simple lately.Â
Enjin sat at the table, leaning slightly forward as Semiu traced patrol routes on the worn map spread across the surface. Corvus flipped through the mission logs, scribbling notes in the margins with a pencil that had long since lost its eraser.
He answered questions when prompted, offered minor adjustments to the routes, corrected a timing estimateâon the surface, he was engaged.
His thoughts were entirely elsewhere.
Theyâd gotten stuck with you in your bedroom that night, about a week ago.Â
The memory lingered at the edge of his mind, pulling his attention away even as Semiu traced the eastern perimeterâand he was fucked, since he couldnât for the life of him figure out why she was outlining it in the first place.
The scratch of Semiuâs pencil across the map, the rustle of papers, the muted scribbling of Corvusâs notesâthey all faded into the background.Â
He could almost feel your warmth, hear the soft sighs youâd given him, see your eyes closing at the subtle pleasure of his touch.Â
He understood heat, understood wantâthe easy kind, the kind you didnât have to think too hard about. Touch, tension, release. Heâd never been precious with it. Never needed to be.
So thisâthis gentle kind of cautionâsat wrong in his chest.
The way his hands slowed before touching you. How instinct kept telling him to pull you closer, but something quieter told him not to rush. Like moving too fast might shatter something he didnât quite have a name for yet.
That part confused him.
Youâd always felt safe. Why did that matter so much right now?
And then that uniform.Â
It shouldâve been the usualâcharming smiles, lingering touches, the spark of attraction he knew how to handle. Instead, it had hit him sideways. Like the sight of you had shifted something into place rather than set it on fire. Pride, maybe. Something that settled instead of burned.
The realization crept up on him slowly, unwelcome in how obvious it suddenly felt.
He wasnât being gentle because he didnât want you.
He was being gentle because, somewhere along the way, youâd started to feel precious.
And that thought lingered far longer than he wanted it to.
He absently rubbed the back of his neck as Semiu asked about polluted zones by the border of a No Manâs Land near the eastern perimeter.Â
âUh⌠yeah, those are clear,â he said, eyes drifting to the empty chair across the table, imagining you slumping into it, hair damp from a shower, in nothing but that huge shirt youâd worn that night.
Corvus glanced up sharply. âYou even paying attention, Enjin?â
He blinked, shook his head slightly, and forced a nod. âYeah, just⌠thinking âbout the deployment,â he muttered, realizing how transparent that sounded.
Heâd like to get deployed with you again.Â
No. Stop. Not now.Â
It wasnât about him seeing you for the first time when he laid eyes on you that day in the hallway. Something in him had been stirred awake, something that had been dormant for quite some time.
Granted, the way you looked definitely didnât hurt.
He just hated how smitten he felt about it.
Once he realized youâd fallen asleep, breathing slow and even against his chest, heâd chosen to give you space. Heâd tucked you in carefullyâtoo carefully, if you asked himâpulled the blanket up to around your shoulders and all that. Left without waking you.
He took a shower after. Cold.
For once, he didnât even mind that youâd used up all the hot water. Heâd planned on it anyway.Â
He just couldnât believe the way he was treating you.
Enjin wasnât selfishâjust a bit indulgent. A hedonist in the simplest sense. He liked what felt good and had never been shy about reaching for it.Â
He wasnât unfamiliar with want. He knew exactly how far he couldâve gone, how easy it wouldâve been to guide you there with him. You wouldâve let him. He was sure of that. And he wouldâve taken care of you â that wasnât the issue.
Because, fuckâhe wanted to.
So why didnât he take you?
You hadnât been tense. You hadnât been provoking. Youâd been safe.
Again, safe.Â
He was starting to get fed up with safe.Â
He clenched his jaw. It annoyed him, the way heâd held back. Especially considering the things he couldâve done to youâwanted to do to you. Thinking about making you call out his name like it was the only thing you knew how to say anymoreâover and over again.
And yet.Â
He didnât.Â
He replayed it in his head more times than he cared to admitâthe way youâd leaned back into him without thinking. The way your voice had softened. The way you hadnât told him to stop.
You wouldâve let him.
That was the problem.
It wouldnât have taken much. A slight shift of his hand. Turning your face toward his and closing the distance. You were already pliant in his arms, hazy and warm and trusting.
Trusting.
His jaw tightened again.
Of all the things he couldâve doneâwanted to doâheâd chosen restraint.
His mouth had found your neck, yesâbut only in the softest way. Slow, measured presses of his lips against your skin. It was the one thing he couldnât quite stop himself from taking.
Even then, heâd been careful.
And when had he ever been careful?
Enjin didnât do careful. He did instinct. He did desire. He did taking and giving in the same breath. Going with the flow of things.
This time, something in him had paused.
Not out of uncertainty. Not out of fear that youâd reject him.
Out of something worse.
He didnât want to cheapen it.Â
The thought irritated him more than anything else. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply through his nose.
Even here, surrounded by stained papers, pencils, and scattered mugs, the thought of you was impossible to shake.
Seeing you in your uniform hadnât started this. It had just made it harder to ignore. The way you carried yourself. The way you focused. The quiet competence. It had sharpened something that had already been there.
When had he become so aware of you? Of the way you looked at him differently lately. Of the way his body reacted to even the smallest shifts in your tone.
He wasnât used to wanting something slowly.
It was unsettling.Â
Because if this was just lust, he wouldâve satisfied it already.
And he was only just starting to realize it.
Semiu and Corvus started gathering their things. Somehow, the word dismissed drifted into his awareness, and before he fully realized it, he was up as well, tidying alongside themâhands moving almost automatically, thoughts still elsewhere.
Moments later, he waved them goodbye and stepped out of the briefing room, moving through the low, humming halls.
The day had passed in a blur.
Heâd looked for you briefly, only to be told youâd been cooped up in your room all day, finishing reports you had let pile up and procrastinatedâyou really hated paperwork.Â
And he just knew that about you.Â
At some point, heâd bumped into Semiu in the common area. She had finished her work for the day early and didnât really have anything left to doâshe figured sheâd like to use the evening to enjoy herself, or something along those lines.
Enjin had agreed.
Thatâs how he found himself in a crowded barâor clubâhe wasnât even sure and it didnât really matter. He was perched at a table, smoking his bluntâas per usualâwhile Semiu sipped a drink across from him, seemingly enjoying the light buzz in her system.Â
The music did most of the work in drowning out his thoughts. Around him, people were dancing, some were flirting, touching. Others were getting wasted, a couple were fighting. The colorful light pierced through the clouds of smoke all over the place.Â
The kind of environment he usually thrived in.Â
Usuallyâ
Oh. Semiu was talking to him.Â
ââŚmany prank calls. Like, seriously, it pisses me off,â Semiu ranted, leaning back in her chair, fingers tapping impatiently on the table.
âTotally,â he replied, taking a slow drag from his blunt. The smoke curled around his fingers as his gaze drifted over the crowd, half-present, half-lost in thought.
âIâm too nice on the phone. I bet the hell guards donât get calls like that,â she continued, voice rising slightly with exasperation.
And he tried so hardâgenuinelyâto listen to his coworker and friend he held so close to his heart. He really, really did.
âYeah, seems unlikely,â he murmured, blowing the smoke upward and letting it dissipate into the dim light.
âEnjin. Whatâs up with you today?â Semiu pressed, leaning forward now, her eyes narrowing slightly as she caught the distracted set of his eyes.
âHm?â He blinked, realizing sheâd actually addressed him, fingers flexing absently around the blunt.
âDuring the briefing, too. You, like, disconnected from the world or something?â Her arms crossed over the table, resting the weight of them on it.
âNah, Iâm good,â he said, a faint grin tugging at his lips, taking another slow inhale. âWhy? You worried about little olâme?â
 âAâight. Imma take your word for it. For now,â she sighed, shaking her head. âBut also only because Iâm so fed up by the calls I donât really have the capacity to listen to you right now.âÂ
âHonestly,â he said, exhaling the last of the smoke from his lungs before flicking the blunt into the ashtray on the table, âworks fâme.â
âYouâre welcome, boo.âÂ
Enjin felt a dip in the seat next to him.Â
In his peripheral, a woman, about a head and a half shorter than him. It almost slipped his mind that things like this happened to him more often than notâthat he usually waited for them.
âHey,â she smiled at him, feigning innocence, though they were both well aware of her intentions. âYour nameâs Enjin, right?â
Ah. So heâd spoken to her beforeâsomewhere, sometime.
He finally spared her a proper look. She sat upright, legs elegantly crossed, hair cascading over one shoulder like a deliberate portrait. A subtle flush colored her cheeks, softening her features.Â
Andâusuallyâsheâd be just the type of woman heâd go for.
But today was not a usual day.
âNope.â He popped the p with unnecessary emphasis. âNameâs Goostaf Hurgenskurk.â
The look on Semiuâs face in his peripheral was pricelessâher eyebrows shot up, mouth half-open in a mixture of shock and amusement, like she couldnât quite decide whether to laugh or glare.
âOh, sorry,â she stammered, stepping back a little. âMustâve confused you with someone.â
She turned on her heel and hurried away, leaving him with a faint smirk tugging at his lips. He watched her retreat, letting the brief amusement linger before his thoughts drifted back to⌠well, everything else.
âSo,â Semiu said, raising her glass to her lips, holding his gaze deliberately as she took a slow sip before setting it back on the table. âGoostaf.â
âI donât even know,â he sighed, running a hand over his face. âI was just trying to think of a weird name.â
âWhy, though?â Semiu leaned back, tone soft with genuine curiosity. âSheâs pretty. You always let a pretty girl take you home with them, no?â
âYou make me sound like a manwhore,â he muttered, a defeated chuckle escaping him.
âWellâŚâ Her voice trailed off, insinuatingâjust letting the thought hang in the air.
Enjin groaned, letting his head fall back against the chair. âI just donât feel like it today.â
âI feel like,â she said slowly, tilting her head up, a knowing look slipping into her expression now, âyouâre just feeling someone else.â
Andâhowever she figured it outâhe knew that she was right.
The thought settled heavier than he expected. Heâd been circling it all day, avoiding it, dressing it up as confusion or exhaustion. But now, sitting in the middle of a crowded bar with music pounding around him and with his good friend sitting across him, it finally landed.
Properly.
âFuck, Semiu,â he groaned, dragging his hands down his face before letting his forehead fall briefly into his palms. The realization hit harder than any drink or drug in the room ever could.
Her brows lifted. âIs that whatâs been bothering you all day?â
âYeah,â he exhaled, sitting back again, staring at the table instead of her. âI justâI havenât really seen her for a week. We keep missing each other at work,â he rubbed at the back of his neck. âItâs rough.â
âYou should just stop ogling her every chance you get and man up,â Semiu said, tapping her fingers lightly on the table, eyes fixed on him with quiet insistence.
âOgling is a kind of a strong word for it.âÂ
âShe ogles you too.âÂ
âYeah, I know,â he let out a short laugh, shaking his head, before letting out a sigh. âIâm losing my mind.â
âNo, man,â she said simply. âYouâre okay.â A small pause. âJust let her know.â
He looked up at her. âNow?â
She shrugged lightly. âDependsâdo you want to tell her now?â
You. Despised. Paperwork. With. A. Burning. Passion.Â
Hours had passed since youâd started, and the stack of reports in front of you had barely shrunk. Every form felt the same as the last, every column and checkbox an endless, mind-numbing loop.
Your pen scratched across the page, filling in numbers, ticking boxes, repeating the same information over and over, trying desperately not to make mistakes. Your eyes ached, your back was stiff, and your brain was screaming for even a single moment of entertainment.
You slammed your pen down. Enough. You needed a break.Â
For a moment, you leaned back in your chair. The room was quiet, the night outside slanting through the window casting a cold light on the mess of papers. You hadnât moved from that spot all day, and it showed.
Boredom clung to you like a second skin. Attention fractured. Thoughts wandered.
You missed everyone. Watching Zanka train Rudo from the corner of the training yard, hearing Semiuâs voice echo from the common area, even the occasional gruff comment from Delmon â all of it made you wish you could be anywhere else right now.
But youâd told everyone to stay out of your room unless it was an emergency. No distractions. No interruptions. You needed to get through the paperwork, and the last thing you wanted was someone leaning over your shoulder asking questions or chatting.
It was definitely what you wanted, though.Â
Still, even in the quiet, your thoughts kept drifting. You missed him too.
No. Focus.
You let out a long, tired sigh, shoulders slumping as you rubbed at the ache in your neck. The pen hovered uselessly above the next form.
Your eyes wandered across the room, landing on the stack of completed reports next to youâneat, precise, and utterly soul-crushing. You pushed it away with a flick of your wrist.Â
Enough of this.
Youâd finish the rest tomorrow.Â
You leaned back in your chair, stretching your legs and letting the tension in your body ease slightly. Somewhere in the corner of your mind, you imagined him thereâon your bed, attention drifting into nothingness as smoke swirled gently around him, unhurried and softâand him looking utterly peaceful. Pretty.
A knock at the door froze you mid-stretch.
Your heart skipped. Youâd told everyone to stay out unless it was urgent.
Another knock. Louder this time. Your chest tightened. You hesitated, staring at the door, mind racing through every possible scenario.
Slowly, cautiously, you approached and cracked it open.Â
To your surprise, it was Enjin.Â
And as much as he didnât look like he was about to deliver bad news, something about him had shifted. The air around him felt different.
No performative expression. No mischief in his eyes. No provoking glint. Something much softer had settled over his sharp featuresâa contrast that made your chest ache a little.
âHey,â you said, brows knitting slightly. âDid something happen?â
âNo,â he answered simply. His voice was calm. Certain. âNot at all.â A beat. âCan I come in?â
You studied him for a second longer, searching his face for anything you mightâve missed. Finding nothing urgentâjust your own curiosityâyou stepped aside.
He moved past you without another word. Not brushing against you, not lingeringâclose enough that you felt the warmth of him as he crossed the threshold. The door clicked shut behind him, the sound louder than it shouldâve been.
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
He took in your roomâthe desk crowded with papers, the stack youâd shoved aside, the pen lying abandoned where youâd dropped it. His gaze lingered there briefly before returning to you.
The silence wasnât awkward.
It was heavy.
And whatever heâd come here to sayâyou felt like it mattered.
Just that he didnât say anything. He looked at you, held your gaze as though he had all the time in the world. Like it stood still, right here in this roomâwith you.Â
You caught the faintest dip in his gazeâjust slightly, brushing over the lines of your shoulders, the skin underneath the collar of your shirtâthe smallest of shifts of his irisesâbefore returning to your eyes.
You felt like you were being⌠scanned. For something. But you didnât have the capacity to commit your mind to what that could possibly be, because your focus was on something entirely unrelated.Â
The breadth of his shoulders.Â
The vivid reds and blacks inked into his skin.Â
The loose curl of his hair falling near his temple.
He didnât say anything. Not with words, at least. But you were beginning to understand.
He stepped toward you, slow and unhurried, closing the space without breaking eye contactâwhich felt like a bit of a crime in and of itself. It was unbelievably nauseating, made you feel powerless, but in kind of a good way.Â
Had he always been so tall? He really towered over youâcouldnât even look at him anymore without folding your head back.
His hand found yours first, fingers curling gently as he drew you in. You could feel sparks at the tips of your ownâand it hurt. It hurt so much, because all the tension in your body seemed to come crashing down on you all at once and it hurt so much it felt good, somehow.Â
Then, it snaked around your waist, steady, holding you close. You didnât quite grasp what was actually happening, you just knew you wanted more, but also anticipated possibly throwing up butterflies any second now.Â
His body was so unbelievably warm and bigâthe scope of it so up close was a bit hard to grasp. You feel the outlines of his defined body through his thin sweater and you forgot how to breathe for a second.Â
His other hand came up to cup your face, gentlyâso unbelievably gentle, like your skin might crack under anything more; it almost made you cry.Â
His fingers slipped into your hair, careful, slow. His thumb moved back and forth along your cheek, steady and soft. Tenderâand you started wondering when you would have ever described him that way.Â
You were beginning to understand.
Your initial hesitance vanished into thin air along with the ability to think straight.Â
And all the what-ifs and maybes that had been crowding your mind melted away the instant he pressed his lips against yours
The sound of your heart pounding mixed with the ringing in your ears; you were certain you were about to die, if it wasnât for the way he was squeezing your frame against his, like he promised to catch you if you were going to fall.Â
He was slow. Tentative. Testing the waters, as if silently asking for permission youâd already given him a million times over in your head.Â
His grip on your waist tightened just slightly, almost accidentalâtrying so hard to hold back, yet his true immediacy shone through the cracks of his performative reluctance.Â
He had been just as desperate to do this to you as you had been to have it happen.Â
You felt the butterflies do their thing againâand it was fucked up how easily heâd given them to you, with something as simple as a kiss and a couple touches entirely unraveling you.Â
Shivers trickled down your spine at the sensation of him, of it all; his warmth radiating through the fabric of his sweater, his lips moving with your own in a painfullyâagonizinglyâslow tandem.Â
Then he pulled backâno more than an inchâyour soft, warm breaths mingling in the small space between you. A lazy, faint smile on his face.Â
âHey,â he exhaled.
A simple word. It didnât mean anything, reallyâbut it did. And you understood.
âHi.â Your voice almost ran out. Airy. Barely even there.
His grin widened, before he leaned back in again. Initially soft and merciful touches turned more intense, intentional; a firmer grip on you, a stronger tug on the back of your head, tangling into the strands of your hair at the nape of your neck.
Your body, your mind, your everything seemed to solely focus in on him. There was nothing more important than this, him kissing you senseless and holding onto you like you were going to disappear if he didnât.Â
You felt him grow impatient with each passing momentâpulling your body even closer by the small of your backâand you couldnât help but notice how large his hand felt there. He angled his head just right to deepen the kiss with natural finesse. He was everywhereâfilling all your senses, overwhelming your system in ways you never thought possible.
He smelled of faint hints of tobacco, though he tasted a lot fresher than youâd expectedâalmost minty in flavour. The mix of cigarettes and mint made for a spicy tingle on your tongue and all you could think about was how it kind of fit the man you were holding onto like a lifeline.Â
Your hands found the nape of his neck, feeling up the short hairs of his sharp undercut.
You were trying to catch a thoughtâany thoughtâat least a single wordâbut you hadnât taken a proper breath in nearly half a minute, and it was definitely starting to affect your ability to think clearly.
That he hoisted you up by the underside of your thighs with controlled ease a moment laterânot breaking away from you for even a secondâdid not help in the slightest. He took a few steps somewhereâbefore your back met the hard surface of the wall behind you.
Your legs comfortably tangled around his waist as he pinned you against it with his hips, hard. The hand previously on your cheek joined the other on your waist, fingers digging into your side, abandoning any idea of slow and tender.
Your own hands traveled beneath his collar, nails dragging across bare skin and if he didnât have this tattoo you were sure thereâd be deep, red scratches there.Â
Groans rippled through him with every drag of your nails, the sound shooting straight through your stomach. It only seemed to provoke him furtherâpulling you closer by the arch of your back and pressing you against him, his fingers digging in just enough that you knew youâd feel it the next morning.
The kiss turned messy. There was no sense or rhythm to it, only pure instinct and insatiable hunger for the other. No matter how close he wasâhow deeply his fingers dug into your skinâyou still felt like he couldnât be further away. You wanted him closer, as close as physically possible and more.Â
He moved on towards your neck and it was nothing like the faint pecks heâd left there that night a week ago. This was him devouring you, moving right on the edge between pleasure and pain. His kisses stung as he bit them into your skin, likely tainting it with red and blue hues. âYou feel so fucking good,â he whispered, basking in the way your body twitchedâyour sweet gasps nothing short of music to his ears.Â
Once he felt like he was done with one place, heâd continue his assault further down along the blank canvas of your skin, leaving only stinging spots behind, before finally returning to your swollen lips, leaving one single, slow and deep kiss.Â
âEnjin,â you heavedâthe first time you were able to take a long breath in a hot minute.Â
âMm?â He hummed, leaving lazy pecks on your lips, eyes entirely dazed. Sometimes, heâd move it to the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your jawâjust peppering you with gentle kisses, taking his sweet time with it.Â
His grip on you told a whole different story.
His huge hands encasing more of you than you could have ever expected, pinning you against him with little to no effort, like your weight meant absolutely nothing to him. And why would it? He was easily two times your size, if not more.Â
âI needââ kiss. ââmore,â another kiss. âPlease.âÂ
He pulled back an inch or two, a faint yet devilish smile adorning his face. âMore of what, sweetheart?âÂ
His head dipped back into the crook of your neck, lips grazing the newly mark-ridden parts of your skin, leaving a couple more soft kisses along their pattern. âMore of this?â Â
And he was well aware that that was not what you meant. You knew he knew that was not what you had meantâand it was frustrating to no end. The ache between your legs was getting more unbearable by the second. âNoâwant you to touch me,â you whined. You tried to ease the tension by pulling him closer, shifting your hips against himâevery attempt in vain.
He had you pinned securely in place, and there was no adjusting it without his help. Without his permission. âPlease, Enjin.â
âI am touching you, baby,â he huffed a breathy laugh, before holding his hand out to you, offering it. âHere. Move it to where you want me, sweetheart.âÂ
You held his gaze for a moment, weighing your options. It hurt your ego to have to admit this to him in such a degrading wayâand still, a part of you felt so cared for. Your pride urged you to save face, but given the position you were in, there wasnât necessarily much ego left to save. If accepting his offer meant getting the itch scratched you so desperately needed attention for, then it was simply what you had to do.
And soâwithout breaking the eye contacâyou took his hand in your own and first guided it down the like of your body and underneath the hem of your shirt. His brow quirked slightly, eyes darkening as it met the plush of the inside of your legs.Â
Ever so slowly, you moved it a couple inches further in and further up, until his fingers finally met the sole layer of fabric separating you from what youâre asking of him.Â
The smile that grew on his face was something else.Â
He shifted, properly supporting your weight on one leg while keeping you steady with a hand snaked around the small of your back. Then, without hurry, he tugged the fabric aside, running his fingers along your sore, wet folds.
His gaze tilted down to where his hand disappeared beneath the fabric of your shirt. âDamn, baby. Youâre soaked,â he let his fingers dip into you for nothing more than a couple inches before running them up and down againâtracing you. Memorizing you. âFuck, thatâs hot.âÂ
The sounds that left you would have left you feeling quite embarrassed, if you werenât so distracted right now. The relief of the friction did a lot to sate your desire for a momentâbut you could already feel yourself wanting more.Â
He seemed to have picked up on it as his fingers moved upwards to solely focus on your wanting and waiting clit. Your eyes shut close at the sudden feeling of him finally giving you what youâd needed, gripping at his shoulders for dear life as if youâd fall if you didnât and whining his name through broken breaths like a personal mantra.
He hummed. You felt his muscles shift beneath your palms, like his head had tilted upwardsâlike he was looking at you again. âYes, pretty girl?âÂ
âSâreally good,â you exhaled, opening your eyes only to see Enjin already fully focused on you through your hazed vision.Â
âI know, baby, I know,â he cooed, corner of his lip faintly quirking upwards. âWasnât even gonna do this with you,ââhe leaned in, eyes falling to your lips before catching them with his in a short kissââwas gonna come here and tell you how I feel. Wanted to spend more time with you, ask you out on a nice date, do it right this timeâbut you,â his eyes met your gaze againâthis time, more intense.Â
His previously tender attention towards your clit turned overwhelming in an instant. The pad of his finger moved a little faster and harder nowâeach deliberate stroke drawing a sharp, involuntary twitch from your body.
Youâd never felt so overstimulated, every sensation heightened to the brink, and yet some reckless part of you was completely, helplessly into it.
Soft whines slipped from your mouth, and if anyone happened to be on the other side of the wall you were pressed against, you were certain theyâd be able to hear you.
âLooked up at me all doe eyed like that. Said âpleaseâ like that.â His fingers dipped into you without warning, two of them filling you more than two fingers ever should be able to, but, of course, Enjin and his blessed, huge hands, took little to now effort to make you see stars. âThis what you wanted , sweetheart?âÂ
âMm, yes,â you breathed, pure instinct taking over as you pulled him back in by the nape of his neck.
It drove you insaneâthe way you felt his jaw shift against your palm, the slow graze of his tongue along your bottom lip, the steady curl of his fingers inside you, again and again and again.
âMm,ââhe separated from you for a momentââsâjust for you, baby,ââbefore leaning back in. His fingers curled inside you again and again, brushing that sensitive spot that made your insides tighten and your skin burn in ways no one had ever made you feel before.Â
He had something about himâsome kind of chemistry that felt entirely unique to Enjin. That towering height, those striking features, paired with his addictive charisma that showed in the way he talked to youâin the way he touched you, kissed you.
It wasnât demanding in a forceful sense. It was unraveling. It was simple. You were willing to hand yourself over completelyâwithout him ever having to ask. Like some sort of spell.Â
Without breaking away, his fingers slowly slipped from you ever so slowly, drawing a soft whine from you straight into the kiss. You felt the faint curve of his smile against your lips. Then his hands were on you again, firm and sure as he hoisted you up against him and carried you away from the wall.Â
The edge of your desk met the backs of your thighs as he eased you onto it with controlled care, settling you against the surface. You felt the edges and corners of the sheets of paper youâd just been working on minutes ago right beneath you, itching and poking at your skin.Â
With one last, teasing bite to your bottom lip, he pulled back from your kiss-swollen lips with a devilish glint in his eyes.
He lifted his fingers to his mouthâthe ones previously teasing you beyond measureâand licked them clean of you without breaking his hazy gaze from you. You could tell he was doing it just to mess with youâand it was working unfortunately well.Â
Your attention drifted to the thing repeatedly pressing against your inner thigh, and a mix of curiosity and anticipation washed over you.Â
Given the size of himâhis body, his hands, his limbsâyou had expected him to be a certain⌠size. And in a way, he met those expectations. But to feel the bulge of him so intimately pressed against you made it hit you all at onceânow that your bodies were pressed close to flush against one another.Â
This man was big.Â
Your hand reached towards the hem of his pants, almost instinctively, before his own hand caught yours by the thin of your wrist. Looking back up at him you noticed the corner of his mouth curled upwards. âNot now, pretty girl.âÂ
Your head tilted in response. âWhy not?âÂ
 âSome other time. Jusâ wanna focus on you today,â he brought your hand within his towards himself, leaving a couple of gentle pecks along the inside of your wrist.
âBut what about you?âÂ
âIâll enjoy you, baby,â he leaned back in, pausing just an inch before, a devilishly charming smirk resting on him. âDonât worry your pretty head about it.âÂ
His lips found yours again, trading a few more heated kisses before drifting to the corner of your mouth, along the line of your jaw, and down to your already tender neck.
He roamed your body with no shame, tracing your every lineâfrom the swell of your chest to the plush of your hips. Groping at your sides and circling your waist with his hands, before pushing you backwards for you to lean against the wall behind you, forcing himself between your legs, casually.Â
His hands found their way between them again, collecting the slick on his fingers, before lazily drawing patterns over your pulsing, sore clit, drawing all sorts of sounds and reactions from you as passively pumped his fingers in and out of you every now and then, like it was just second nature to him.Â
His kisses trailed downwardâpast your heaving chest, along the curve of your stomach, across the warmth of your thighsâbefore his head finally settled between your legs, where he left a mix of teasing love-bites and gentle, lingering pecks on the insides of your thighs.
âYouâre very kissable,â he commented from his position on his knees, looking up at you as he guided your legs to rest atop his shoulders.Â
The sight was chargedâthis huge man, both in height and breadth, overwhelming in body mass and bearing the authority of the head of your team, kneeling there in front of you. Something about the commanding way he held himself even in that submissive posture.Â
It didnât make him any less impressiveâor any smallerâin your eyes. If anything, the juxtaposition only made him more magnetic.
He looked fucking hot.
His hair all messed up, lips kiss-swollen, mirroring your own, skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, eyes dazed with pleasure and radiating the sheer power he naturally carried. His brow was quirked ever so slightly, a faint, mischievous smile on his face.
âIs that why you bit my neck raw?â you asked, looking down at him through your own daze, fingers grazing through the short strands of his hair, not much bite in your voice despite your words.
He huffed a laugh, and your heart skipped a beat.
âMâabout to do much worse than just eat your neck, babygirl,â he said lowly, his hot breath traveling past the thin skin of your inner thighs, his gaze traveling downwards.Â
And with that, his tongue dipped through your folds, dragging a slow lick up your heated, pulsing core. Your breath shuddered, your hand gripping at his hair to anchor yourself as he worked you up.
His hands wrapped around your thighs, your feet resting on his shoulders as he pinned you against his face, tongue dragging up and down through your folds and making a point to flick your sensitive, aching clit in the process.
âEâEnjin⌠ahâsâ so good.â
You felt him suck it into his mouth, toying with it between his lips before letting it go in a wet kiss and continuing his assault. You felt like the meal of a starving man.
He had no shame in the way he was eating youâthe sounds he was making, the way he was practically making out with you. What youâd yearned to feel was finally coming true, and your body and mind seemed to sing with the relief he was finally granting you.
He pressed the flat of his tongue against your clit, rhythmically dragging it up and down. His fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, holding you against him as to leave no room for escapeâat least not until he was done with you.Â
This man youâd known to be so indulgent in his own pleasure now shifting his focus entirely onto you left an impact that would haunt you for the rest of your life. No one had ever treated you the way he did, touched you the way he hadâmade you feel the way he was making you feel.
Youâd certainly never experienced anyone going down on you of their own free willâlet alone seeming to take pleasure in it themselves.Â
No man, no less.
And yet, here he was, caging you against him, just in case the pleasure he was giving you became too much to handleâwhich, judging by the way it was building up, it already was starting to feel that way. He definitely wasnât letting you go.
The friction drove you crazy, made you feel as though you were floating and falling all at once. You couldnât decide whether to pull him even closer or push him away, but you knew that everything about him felt so fucking good and something was building up inside of you that only he could unravel.
One of his hands loosened its grip on your thigh, sliding down and around it, before two fingers began pumping into you, curling against the spot Enjin had claimed the moment you had guided his hands between your legs.
âAhâplease donât stop,â you writhed and you whined, eyes shutting close at the overwhelming feeling of him flooding your senses.
âMâright here, baby,â he breathed against you, before turning his attention back to your puffy clit, fingers deep and curled inside you.Â
Pleasure twisted into an intoxicating kind of painâthe rare kind that made you ache to explore it even more. It burned, it stung, sharp and sweet all at once, and yet you knew with absolute certainty that if he stopped right now you would shatter into a million miserable pieces.Â
Without warning, he suckled your clit into his mouth again, flicking his tongue over it as his fingers pumped in and out of you with relentless rhythm. Your legs instinctively clamped around his head, trying to shut out the overwhelming sensation, to push him awayâto no avail.
Your body reacted on its own, trying to relieve the strain he was putting on you, but your mind wanted nothing more than to keep him as close as humanly possible.
âMâ gonna⌠please⌠sâso much,â you whimpered, forever torn between pulling him closer and trying to escape.
That only seems to edge him on as he raised the intensity, moving harder and faster in every way imaginable and making you see stars and cry his name like a desperate prayer.
âEnjinâfuck, sâso good, please-âÂ
Your climax crashed over you, leaving you trembling in the wake of it.
Like the good man heâd proven himself to be, he guided you through it, helping you ride the wave, tracing lazy circles over your clit with his tongue while his fingers moved in slow, languid rhythm. Finally, he pulled back with one last, gentle kiss to your now tender and abused clit.Â
He slowly rose to his full height, hands flat on the surface of the table, encasing your pleasure-drained body, your torso leaning half against the wall.
âIf I had known you taste this good Iâd have done this a lot sooner,â he smiled, catching your lips in a kiss you couldnât resist if you tried.Â
âMm,â you replied in a haze, returning the pecks he was giving you and tasing yourself on lips tongue. âCan I return the favor?âÂ
âAs much as Iâd love to see you try, baby,â he smiles, helping you off the desk as he scoops you into his arms effortlessly, making his way to the bathroom with you. âHow about we take a hot shower together and I take you out on a date first?â
thanks to my amazing beta readers @zukunyy and @imjusttrashignoreme
thanks to my boyfriend who helped me write a service top because he just can
and thanks to @pixopix for the dividers :3
A/N: AND THANK U GUYS FOR READING <333 Iâm planning a part 2 to this because I need me so dom Enjin and Iâm actually more of a fan of oral m!receiving anyway sooo yeah thatâs gonna happen hopefully :3 again, thanks for readingâIâd appreciate a reblog if you liked it シ:*+.\(( °Ď° ))/.:+ if you have any requests you can definitely lmk
𣲠đđ+ ââ đđ!đđ§đŁđ˘đ§ likes to make quick work of you in the jeep to keep himself awakeâŚ!
ââ đđ°: 1.8k wc, f!reader, established relationship, road fingering?, lots of clit affection, licking his fingers clean after bcs yâall are just freaky horndogs, dirty talk, language, praise, pet names + use of âgood girlâ, distracted driving smh, porn without plot, lowkey spreading my enjin the finger kingâ˘ď¸ agenda.
ââ đ§đ¨đđ: this has been sitting in my drafts unfinished since the 17th, and now that Iâm off my monthly I think my hormones are back to raging lmao. Have some fingering <33
He just gets so bored, especially during long drives. And when he gets bored, he gets tiredâand though steering the wheel and keeping his eyes on the road do typically help to keep him conscious, it always great to have another distraction thatâs a little moreâŚriveting.
And wet. And warm. And breathing, twitching, moaning, and whimpering, and calling his name so sweetlyâ
You get the gist. Youâre the one thing thatâs most effective in keeping him awake; or thatâs the excuse he gives for it every time (and that you accept.)
Thatâs why youâre not all that surprised when, halfway through a near four hour drive back to headquarters, you feel a big, warm hand clap over your thigh and give it the smallest squeeze.
And you dart your eyes over to Enjin briefly, whoâs own are are still glued to the road; but the curving grin on his lips tells you everything. Makes his intention crystal clear.
And by now, itâs routine. Something youâve come to expectâeven anticipate. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip and glance out of the window; itâs still just wasteland on all sides, without the smallest hint of sentient life besides you and your boyfriend.
No trash beasts, no people. Just you and him.
So with a bit too much eagerness, you widen your legs; and Enjin lets out a rumbling, appreciative hum. The first noise made between the two of you in the last half hour.
His fingers are quick and dexterous in the way he unbuttons your pants, and, with fluid familiarity, they zone in on your most sensitive part with diabolical precision the instant theyâre tucked beneath the hem.
Oh, no. You just canât help the little gasp that leaves your lips when he rubs the pads of his fingers over your clothed clit in those small swirls that drive you crazy.
âHmm, responsive are we?â Enjin mumbles in that cocky little tone that screams heâs completely aware of how skilled he is. Itâs so frustratingly hot.
âJust get on with it.â You grit out, cunt already beginning to slicken from his fingers working over your pearl.
âOoooohâand sheâs eager. My favorite combination.â Enjin teases, trailing the pad of his index finger down to press against the spot in your panties that is quickly dampening.
You want to roll your eyes, maybe even give him a little slap to the arm for his cheek. But heâs dancing his fingers in that way that has your jaw going slack, and when he slides the bridge of your panties to the side to gain unfettered access to your drooly cunt, you lose about sixty percent of your coherency.
âFu-huuuuuck, sheâs definitely eager. All pretty and wet already.â Enjin drawls, hot pads slipping through your folds and gathering the slick youâve already spilled outâwhich he then uses to once again swirl his fingers around your clit, except with a much smoother and pleasurable slide.
Yep, there goes seventy percent.
âShit,â you hiss out, thighs tensing in response to his affections. Thereâs little bolts of electricity that shoot up your spine with each complete circle Enjin draws over your clit, and you feel your gummy walls start to pulse around nothing. Fuck, theyâre practically aching; and when you feel your orgasm start to burgeon from Enjinâs fingers, they simply ache more.
Fuck, you donât know how he does itâhow heâs able to maintain such a speed and rhythm that even you canât manage on your own. How heâs able to draw you so close to orgasm so quickly.
âFeel good, baby?â Enjin presses, almost gleefully, speeding up his fingers and making your eyes roll back. âDo you like the way I play with your clit, hmm? Mmhmm, I think you doâŚâ
Fuck him. Just fuck him. Fucking arrogant sex god.
âI wouldnât go that farâI just know what my girl likes, thatâs all.â
Youâre briefly confused at Enjinâs statement. Until you realize youâd just muttered your thoughts out loudâand now thereâs the biggest, cockiest smirk on his lips.
Youâre in the middle of letting out a groan when Enjin abandons your clit in favor of sliding his fingers down to your slit, and with no warning he sinks them knuckle deep into your pussy.
The both of you vocalize in unisonâEnjin with a drawn, rough groan of âfuuuuuckâ; and you with a rather embarrassing moan.
âFuck, baby, they went right in. Hah, holy shitâmmm, youâre so soaked. And just listen to those liâl whimpers⌠fuckâŚâ He rumbles, voice a touch husky now. The first real sign that heâs even half as affected by the situation as you are.
And fuck. You canât even help the noises youâre making; canât even think about trying to bite them back. His fingers piston into you with slow precision, simply opening up your gooey walls and pressing into that gummy spot at the top. Thereâs a faint, slick squelch that accompanies each thrust, and it has your cheeks heating up.
âWant me to go faster, baby?â Enjin coos, curling those inked fingers up and sending euphoria through your veins. Youâre still worked up from the stimulation to your clit, orgasm still eddying just beneath your tummy. âYouâre twitching like fuckinâ crazy. You must be getting close, yeah?â
You swallow the lump in your throat and nod, body hotter than the goddamn sun. Each slide is just so good, so precise. Enjin knows exactly what heâs doing. Knows exactly how to rub, how to curl. Knows which spots to press on and when to do so. The thought of feeling him fingerfuck you faster has your cunny clenching tightly.
âFuckâgod, youâre so hot.â Over your own low moans and squelching cunt, you can hear a few other noisesâlabored breathing and the ruffle of fabric. You peel open your eyes long enough to glance over, and youâre immediately struck with a chord of panic.
Enjin has completely abandoned the wheel, one hand tucked into your cunt and the other palming over his cock, which tents up his pants like a goddamn flagpole. And the only thing actually steering the wheel?
His knee.
Your eyes widen. âEnjinââ
âI got it.â He cuts you off, a little sharply. He hisses through his teeth and gives his cock a squeeze. âI wonât fuckinâ wreckâthis shitâs painful, okay? Iâm so hard I could cut steel. Fuck.â
Had he not sped up his fingers to distract you, the anxiety may have swallowed up your arousal; but now, his fingers were pistoning into you so roughly and wetly that your brain starts to turn to mush from the stimulation. So you drop it, and melt back into your seat, letting your thighs spread open even further. Letting his fingers spear to your swollen, soft cervix.
Fuck, it feels so fucking good. To have his fingers spread you open over and over, fucking a straight pool from your cunt that soaks into the seat below you. His rough pads pressing into your sweet spot with every dragâshit, youâre getting so close.
âFuckâgood girl. Thatâs it. Stay quiet and let me fingerfuck this pussy nice and deepâhah, shit. Mnngggh, good girlâŚâ
You canât even tell whoâs feeling the most pleasureâyou or Enjin. His hand works so furiously over his cock, low groans and curses erupting from his throat like some wild river; you swear the jeep may be rocking side to side, though you arenât sure why.
âFuckinââpussyâs divine, baby. Squeezinâ my fingersâgod, I just wanâa bury mâcock in it.â Enjin slurs, and the suggestion aloneâthe phantom stretch of his fat cock spreading you openâis enough to have your legs shaking.
If he keeps going like thisâ
ââJinââm close.â You whine, hips starting to rut forward. Each buck has your puffy clit connecting with his rough palm, and it only serves to built that tension even more.
âFuck, yeah? Gonna cum? Mmm, thatâs a good fuckinâ girlâcâmon, make a mess on my fingers. Shit, hell, make sure it soaks into the seat, tooâcum fâme, baby; give it to me.â
Thatâs really the final straw for youâhis fingers fucking your cunt, palm pressing your clit, and filthy words falling from his lips. Your vision whites when it hits, slit gushing around his fingers and clit pulsing to the rhythm of your fast heartbeat.
No oneâs ever been able to make you cum just from fingering like thisânot even yourself.
âShiiiit, babyâmhmm, I got you. Youâre okay, baby. Good girl, just ride it out, sweetheart.â
You donât even really register the way Enjin is guiding you through the aftershock. You can feel his fingers sliding slowly in and out of your pussy, can hear the warm heat of his voiceâbut youâre a bit fuzzy right now, body still gripped by searing euphoria.
So it takes you an embarrassing few moments to actually float back down to reality, and the first thing you really register is Enjinâs shit-eating smirk. Like heâs so proud of himself.
Maybe it would look more convincing if the front of his pants werenât tented and stained with precum. Heâs so worked up, even though he doesnât want to show it with his expression.
But you know how to play that game, too.
You grip his wrist, only twitching slightly when his fingers slide out of your gooey cunt, and guide his tatted hand up. Enjin watches you, smirk still on his face but eyes curiousâand you keep the contact steady when you wrap your lips around his dewy fingers.
Enjinâs eyes grow wide as you suck and twirl your tongue around the digits, and the smirk falls from his face.
âHoly shit,â he hisses, gaze darkening. âHoly fuck.â He repeats, like some sort of parrot. âThatâs fuckingâmmm, shitâthatâs so hot, baby.â
You pull your mouth off with a satisfying pop and examine your work. âAll clean.â You quip lightly, releasing your grip on his wrist. But it stays in the air, almost as if Enjin canât use the brain power required to retract it back to his person.
Heâs staring at you with an expression thatâs a bit unreadable, and his lips twitch, almost like heâs about to speakâ
The jeep jerks savagely and thereâs sound of metal scraping, and it seems to snap Enjin back to reality. His hands fly to the wheel to right the course, and his eyes glue themselves back to the road.
âShit,â he hisses, and you draw your legs together and cozy yourself up to the window, a satisfied smile on your face.
Sure, you may be the one whose body feels like absolute goo right now, but you know you definitely won that little game that Enjin so desperately wanted to play.
when enjin sees your fat pussy jiggle he has to breed it. â cw ; multiple rounds, dirty talk, breeding kink
enjin couldnât keep his hands off you. it didnât matter how many times heâd fucked you that week or that day. the second you walked past him in those little shorts â ass soft and bouncing, thick thighs rubbing together like they were begging for attention â he was already hard.
âwhere you think youâre goinâ, baby?â he drawled from the couch, hand palming his growing bulge. âwearing that around me like it ainât a threat.â
you giggled, tossing him a look over your shoulder. âjust getting some water.â
he was behind you in seconds. big tattooed hands engulfing your hips. his cock already stiff and pressed against your ass as he buried his face in your neck.
âenjin.â
âdonât start with me,â he growled roughly. âyou walk around with that fat pussy jiggling, and you expect me not to wreck it?â
you were dripping before he even bent you over the counter, because you knew what came next. he loved how soft you were. loved your belly, your thick thighs, your plush little pussy that swallowed his cock like it was made for him. always soaking, always warm, always clenching like it didnât wanna let him go.
and enjin? he never wanted to leave. not when you sounded like that. whimpering and gasping as he sank into you, fat cunt stretching around his girth with obscene, wet squelches.
âfuck,â he grunted, bottoming out with a groan. âyou feel that, baby? how your pussy just pulls me in?â
your voice was already shaking. âe-enjin, slow down.â
âwhy?â he snarled, fucking into you harder. âwhen this greedy fuckinâ hole keeps takinâ me so good?â
he watched your ass jiggle with every thrust, watched his cock disappear into your soaked heat, watched creamy slick coat the insides of your thighs and it broke him. he grabbed your waist, dragging you back onto him rougher, deeper. âgonna fill you up, baby. stretch that fat little pussy until it leaks for me.â
you moaned wantonly loud. because you loved it when he talked like that, filthy and desperate and ruined just from the way your body felt around his cock.
âwanna knock you up every time i see you,â he gritted, rutting into you with brutal need. âthat what you want? you want me to breed this pussy, huh?â you were shaking and gasping now. âsay it.â
ây-yes enjin. want your cum. want it in me.â you sobbed.
he snapped. with a guttural moan and a final, punishing thrust he buried himself to the hilt. his cock twitched once, twice, before he blew a thick, hot load into you. rope after rope of cum flooding your insides until it was spilling out around his cock, dripping onto the floor. he didnât pull out yet as his wide palms cupped your ass. his fingers slid down to catch the mess.
âdonât move, baby. not done yet. gotta fuck it back in.â enjin hummed against your ear as he rolled his hips slowly, forcing his cock deeper into your oversensitive, stuffed pussy. âcanât waste a fuckinâ drop. you think iâm playinâ, sweetheart?â
you let out a broken gasp, hands trembling against the countertop. âenjin, t-too muchââ
he grabbed your hips and pulled you back, rough and greedy, his cock still nestled inside you to the hilt. you could feel your mixed arousal oozing out around him with every subtle motion. his cum, still thick and hot, dripping down your thighs.
âtoo much?â he repeated. âyou gave me this fat little pussy and told me it was mine, didnât you?â
he fucked into you with a sharp thrust once, hard enough to make you cry out and jolt forward.
âthatâs what happens, baby. i warned you i was greedy,â he groaned, teeth grazing your skin. ânow take it like the filthy little thing you are.â
your whole body trembled. he was leaking inside you, still so full, so hard and so desperate. every slow, punishing thrust made your overstimulated cunt squeeze down like it didnât know the difference between pain and pleasure anymore. but enjin knew exactly what your body was saying, because it was soaked and twitching. dripping with his cum and still spreading for him like you couldnât get enough.
âyour mouthâs a fuckinâ liar,â he rasped, pulling back just to slam into you again. âbut your cunt? your cuntâs begging for me.â
you moaned loudly, helplessly, as he wrapped one hand around your throat and pulled you upright. your back hit his, slick with sweat, chest and his other hand drifted down your belly.
âlook at this soft little stomach,â he murmured, nuzzling into your hair. âyou know how many times iâve imagined it round with my kid?â
your breath caught. he rubbed slow circles across your lower belly. his hips still rocked against you with deep, possessive thrust - each one ached with need, and heat.
âstuffed you full already,â he groaned. âbut i wanna see it take. wanna watch this pussy get fat with my load and keep it.â
you whimpered completely wrecked and enjin snapped. twirling you around he grabbed you under the thighs and lifts you like you weighed nothing. he lowered you down on the couch and opened your thighs wide. legs shaking he showed no mercy as his slick cock pressed right back into your dripping hole. you werenât even sure if heâd ever left.
he looked downright wild as his gold eyes met yours. wild, deranged, but also so worshipful as his hand slid over your soft body.
âlook at you,â he murmured softly. âmessy, swollen, so pretty like this.â
you whimpered again, back arching as he rolled his hips. âenjin.â
he slid a hand down your thigh, gripping your flesh tight. âone more, baby. iâll make it deep. iâll mark you up good.â and when he slowly sank back into your fat little pussy, his voice turned rough with devotion, âgonna fuck you until all you feel is me.â
â HIS CINDERELLA CAUSE I MAKE IT FIT ! â
             ⤡ Enjin x Fallen Spherite!Reader
>>>>>> Apparently Enjin has all the 'luck' when it comes to finding Spherites in No Man's Land. This time he's found youâa stuck-up Spherite nobleâcast out with the trash. You're prissy, needy and an overall pain in his ass. Definitely not his typeâbut that slutty pussy sure is. âĄ
>>>>>> đŚđđ§đ˘ đđ+ for filthy enjin smut. enjin & reader are delulu & down bad. big dick!enjin. size queen!reader. bimbo!reader. sex under the influence. public sex. breeding. bjs. enjin is overall diabolical. but there's also a bit of plot too with some romance/fluff/humor. no spoilers for anime/manga.
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đđ§: major special shoutouts to @honeybunnnnie my trash daddy partner in crime, who beta'd for me and gave me lots of good lil' gems I incorporated here. we share one horny brain cell when it comes to this man and the amount of headcanons we have made based on this that I didn't even include is INSANE lmfao.
You arenât Enjinâs type.Â
That much is certain the moment he stumbles upon you after being called to check out a disturbance in No Manâs Land. Scanning the terrain of garbage, Enjin wonders if heâs hallucinating.
Still high from the night beforeâor maybe thereâs a leak in his full face?
Either way he had to be tripping absolute balls right now because what the hell else could explain the giant kaiju-like plushie with bunny ears, wide beady eyes, and jagged teeth ripping apart trash beasts in the distance like they were wet paper towels?
But blazed or not, Enjin still has a job to do. Umbreaker sweeps him across the trash dunes in a speedy blur, but by the time he arrives he is already too late and the show is over.Â
All thatâs left is you: a young woman passed out in a pile of demolished trash beast remains and other junk. The giant kaiju-like plushieânow inanimate and no bigger than a handâlay beside you tethered to your person by a keyring.Â
Happening upon another giver in No Manâs Land wasnât out of the ordinary, sure, but if Enjin thought he was high from seeing your jinki in action he had to be damn near in the clouds once he recognized your clothes. Â
Similar to when Enjin discovered Rudo, he could immediately tell by your dress you are a Spherite. But unlike the threadbare attire of the scrappy tribesmen teen, yours practically screams wealth. They are the finest clothes Enjin has ever laid eyes on. Appearing as if they are woven from gold itself, despite the fresh layer of grime that settled on them.
You arenât just any olâ Spheriteâyouâre a Spherite noblewoman.
Keh, interesting.Â
With a shake of his head Enjin scoops you up, heading back to HQ. They arenât gonna believe thisâŚ
Enjin digs out a backup mask from his satchelâclearly not made for your face, because it slides right off. With an annoyed sigh, he holds it in place himself. Guess thatâs his job now⌠at least until you wake up.
Although Enjin soon discovers a pattern of how unnecessarily difficult Spherites can be upon arriving to the Abyssâas the first thing you do upon waking in Enjinâs arms is to slap the everloving dogshit out of him.Â
Fuck, you have a mean right hand.Â
Enjin tongues a tooth to make sure itâs still there.Â
âLet me go this instant, you filthy kidnapping degenerate! I demand you to take me home!â You cry out.Â
Tears fog up the mask on your face as you clearly mistook Enjin for some kind of criminal with his âfull faceâ on. Enjin sighs, tightening his grip on you and taking the not-so-painless beating youâre dishing out until you reach the nearest city.Â
The very second you both are in a habitable area for breathing, Enjin unceremoniously dumps you to the ground. He catches the mask, yet he leaves you to fall straight on your ass. The fall shocks you but Enjinâs sure whatâs really got you stunned is the strange bustling city surrounding you.
Removing his fullface, Enjin crouches down to eye-level with you. Overwhelmed and overstimulated by the foreign place, your eyes dart around helplessly. Youâre frantic, looking everywhere for some sort of bearing of where you are and avoiding the man in front of you.
Yet Enjin just waits, clicking his tongue and rocking back on his heels, for you to quiet your hysterics enough for him to get a word in.
When your eyes, still wide with panic, finally meet, he has the nerve to raise a browâlike youâre the one being dramatic and not the guy who literally kidnapped you.
âSo, as you may have noticed by nowâŚthis ainât the Sphere,â Enjin says, balancing a cigarette between his lips.Â
You look at him skepticallyâhe says it like itâs nothing, while your world is actively falling apart. What is he even talking about?!
âI know this ainât the welcome wagon you posh Spherites are used to butâŚâ
Enjin pauses, exhaling smoke to the sky. Your gaze follows up, widening once you see the oddly shaped dome covering the city, a strange yellow fog in the atmosphere.
â....welcome to the Abyss, Girlie. Nameâs Enjin.âÂ
Blankly staring at Enjin, you say nothing. The both of you in a mini stare down. Although youâre the first to give by suddenly bursting into sobs.
Rolling his eyes, a thought briefly flashes in Enjin's head that he should have just left you for the raiders. Hell, he could still leave you nowâyouâre calling way too much attention to yourself.
However, Enjin also figures that with you all but swimming in luxury on the Sphere, you probably thought of the Pitâyour so-called Hell, or its inhabitants as mere fairytale.
Enjinâs inkling is confirmed when you calm down enough to piece together that your now ex-husband had hired a bunch of shady tribesmen to kidnap and dispose of youâall to collect your inheritance.Â
Yeah, not your fault. Enjin thinks and cuts you a break.Â
For your own sake, Enjin somehow convinces you to come back to Cleaner HQ with him. He canât return you to the Sphere himselfâbut he knows another Spherite whoâs trying to make their way back. That small glimmer of hope is enough to lift your spirits, just barely. This time, you follow him willinglyâthough you still cry the entire way to HQ.
Shame how prone to hysterics you are, otherwise Enjin actually thinks youâre pretty hot. Noting how the expensive silk of your dress clings so damn well to your every curve. Heâd sell your clothes while you were near the shopping districtâbut unlike Rudo, he doubts he could talk you out of them.Â
At leastânot yet.
But that thought is drastically short lived as Enjin spends more time in your presence. Sure, you could have gotten along. You couldâve even been Enjinâs type. Yet thereâs one glaring problem:Â
Youâre an annoying, needy-ass brat. Â
Besides looks, you tick off nearly every one of his dealbreakers. Youâre ditzy, dependent and whiny. Basically Enjinâs nightmare.
Plus your snobby little ass never once thanked nor apologized to him over the following weeks.
Not after he saved you.
Not after he brought you back to HQ where you were welcomed with skeptical, yet open armsâas a new, very reluctant (you had no other options really) recruit in-training.
And you certainly never thanked Enjin, even after all his shit luck, when he was assigned to be your teacher and look after your haughty ass. You have the most indignant pout on your face when Corvus announces that since Enjin found you, you're Enjinâs problem.
âYou have to be kidding me? Iâm stuck with Trashy Poppins here!?â
âYo, Trashyâwhat!?â The reference doesnât land with Enjin but he knows it isnât good.
Semiu nods curtly in agreement of the pairing, amused that Enjin finally has someone to keep him on his toes as she ushers you off to get settled in.
The fuck?!Â
Lamenting being stuck is supposed to be Enjinâs line. Enjin had figured the logical move was to pair you with Zankaâthe closest thing to nobility among the Cleanersâand let you bond with Rudo, a fellow Spherite, even if he was a tribesman.
But it doesnât take long to realize neither boy can handle a grown ass woman like you. One flutter of your lashes and theyâre useless sapsâlike the big sister he never had, you could soothe Rudoâs worst moods with a mere head pat.Â
While Zanka, older and appreciating your more ârobustâ qualities, trips over his own tongue trying to talk to you.
Both ready to do anything just to earn a few sweet coosâunless someone steps in.
It had to be Enjin. He was the only one who could âresistâ your charms.
Still, Enjinâs got his work cut out for him when it comes to youâespecially training you for combat and figuring out how the hell youâre supposed to use that so-ugly-itâs-almost-cute vital instrument.
He tries not to judge. Really, he does. Jinki are personalâhe knows that better than anyone. But stillâŚthe fact that you even have one? Thatâs wild.
A Spherite? A noble Spherite, no lessâthe same pompous assholes who treat the Abyss like a dumping groundâactually caring enough about something to pump it full of anima?
Yeah, thatâs impressive, heâll give you that. What wasnât though was the name you gave the lil thing: Bubu.
Tsk. Wack as hell. Vital instruments deserve names with some bite. Something likeâUmbreaker.
Still, credit where itâs dueâyouâre picking things up faster than expected.Â
However, that doesnât spare him from your nonstop bitching, though. The complaints come daily: the strange smells your hair absorbs, the absence of your sacred skincare routines, not being able to take a 30 minute shower, and how everything down here always tastes just a little off.
But the most absurd? The cherry blossoms.
You complain the most about not being able to frolic in your lush, petal-covered garden full of rows of cherry blossoms. Enjinâs never even seen a damn tree like that, let alone the acres of grass and flowers you describe like some bedtime fairytale. You haughtily anoint yourself as a floral herbalist, an expert when it comes to your pretty little flowers.
Itâs shit like that on top of everything else that irks Enjin when it comes to you.
And yet?
Enjin thinks the most irritating thing about you is the fact that he canât seem to stay away from you.Â
Sure, youâre annoying as fuckâbut in spite of his own objections, Enjin keeps finding ways to keep your time occupied. He makes up excuses to train you longer and drags you along on missions that are solely meant for him.Â
Moreover, since you can never keep that pretty little mouth shut, anyone you meet clocks you as a Spherite within secondsâwhich means you need Enjinâs constant protection, whether you like it or not.
Enjin ends up spending less time drinking or chasing women, finding a far more amusing pastime insteadâthe way your face twists in indignation every time the Ground doesnât live up to your so-called ânoble standards.âÂ
He gets a kick out of it, really. Agitating you on purpose, just to watch you squirm.
âGoddamnit, Enjin! Watch it!âÂ
Youâd shriek every time your short skirt went flying from a sudden gust of wind heâd whip up with Umbreaker. Enjin saves that lil trick for No Manâs Land when the othersâ backs are turned.
âThatâs Enjin-sensei to you, Princess.âÂ
âChokeâslowly, Trashy Poppins.â
Youâd lunge for his mask like you actually meant to rip it off, but at 6 '3, Enjinâs tall enough that you never have a chance at reaching it. Itâs all worth it tooâEnjinâs already got every pastel scrap of lace you own burned into memory, each one tucked away like a reward for getting under your skin.
Itâs a little sadistic, sureâthe way he taunts you nonstop, delighting in soiling that polished image of yours to grind you into the dirt of the ground right along with him.Â
Thereâs a fire in your eyes every time Enjin dubs you as âYour Royal Trash Princessââor just âTPâ if heâs feeling lazy. You never fail to rise to his bait, eager to prove yourselfâand prove him wrong.
Enjin feels heâs owed a bit of amusement for all his troubles.
Doesnât mean anything.
Yet the more Enjin pushes, the harder it is to ignore that your bratty spark isnât just an attitude problem. Itâs energy. Real, raw passion. The kind that could actually cultivate anima. He sees it best when youâre snapping at him, flushed and defiant, too stubborn to back down.
Itâs trouble to be sure, but fuck if Enjin doesnât love coaxing it out of you.
All it took this time to get you going was him doubting your so-called knowledge of plants and remediesâ âwhat kinda âfloral herbalistâ hasnât toked one?â Â
So now here you are, in the HQ lounge, about to smoke your first joint as a âpre-gameâ to the happy hour Corvus organized for all the Cleaners.
You and Enjin sit shoulder to shoulder on a worn, black quilted-leather sofa thatâs seen better days. The cushions creak as you nervously smooth your skirt and settle in, unhooking your jinkiâBubuâfrom your belt to set her gently on the table.
Enjin rolls a few joints with unhurried precisionâlike heâs got all the time in the world, and watching you squirm is part of the ritual.
âBet ya didnât have anything like this in your lilâ garden, eh TP?â Enjin quips, breaking the silence.
Nose already upturned, your face scrunches as Enjin tosses an extra bud from his stash into your open palms. You hated the nickname âTPâ most of all, too easily mistaken for âtoilet paperâ and Enjin knows that.
You shoot Enjin a dirty look before letting your focus drift back to the brittle sprig in your handsâthe first real plant youâve touched since becoming a Ground-dweller.
You think you actually recognize it.Â
Back on the Sphere, your family was among the wealthiest, and your garden was massive. You took pride in your green thumbâlike Delmon, whose garden youâve been meaning to ask about. You want to help, if only to see what kind of plants can survive in conditions this toxic. But Enjin never gives you the spaceâalways hovering, always cutting in before you can finish a full conversation.
You brush off those thoughts but your frown stays as your fingers trace the budâs dry veins. Even for a dehydrated sample, it feels wrongâbrittle in a way that hints of sickness.Â
âHmm. We had something like thisâI think. But itâs just another weed.â You say shrugging.
âHeh,â Enjin smirks at your cluelessness, âWould you believe me if I told you âweedâ is exactly what we call it, Princess?â
You roll your eyes at the inordinately simple name. It probably has a proper scientific designationâbut expecting Enjin to know it? Please.
âWe always uprooted themâweeds are unsightly in gardens, you know. A weed, let alone one sick as this, would definitely be pruned right away so as to not syphon nutrients from the other plant life.â
âHAH?!â Â
Mid-seal on his joint, Enjin stops cold, staring at you like you just dared to commit some sort of sacrilege before exhaling a theatrical sigh, shaking his head in pure betrayal.
He canât believe Spherities are probably pissing away the dankest shit ever cultivated. The thought was maddening.
When Enjinâs eyes do meet yours again, there's no amusement as he takes a rather chastising tone with you.
âPrincess, for your own good, never repeat that in front of anyone down hereâŚI mean it.â
You huff, but Enjin doesnât blinkâjust starts sealing the joint again, eyes never leaving you as his tongue drags slowly across the edge of the paper.
You squirm, and thatâs all the reward he needs.Â
âSee somethinâ you like?â Enjin drawls, holding the finished joint out toward you like itâs a giftâand not a trap with your name written all over it.
Turning on teacher mode, Enjin decides to school you.
âI know we mostly have âreggieâ down here, but still, itâs worth its weight in gold for its purposes. Not just for fun ya knowâchronic pain, nausea, anxietyâgives a bit of relief from the ailments of Abyss-living you Spherites have so graciously bestowed on us.â
From his pocket, Enjin produces a lighter, shoulders curling as he bows into the flame to set it alight.
Your eyes flick over the sinewy stretch of Enjin arms, the way his jacket strains across his shouldersâreminding you just how solid Enjin really is beneath all that shapeless fabric. Built like a weapon, hiding in plain sight.
You watch as his ringed fingers lift the joint to his lips. Drawing in a slow, steady breath, Enjin sinks back into the sofa like gravityâs got a tighter hold on him than usual. Smoke pools in his chest before slipping out in a long, deliberate exhale.
His gaze follows it, distantâlike heâs chewing on thoughts far heavier than anything you said⌠but somehow still set off by it.
âThatâs the problem with you SpheritesâŚ.you donât see things the way they areâyou see things the way you are.âÂ
Enjin chuffs at his own words, closing his eyes to let his high settle. Not even completely stoned yet and heâs already spouting off pseudo philosophical one-liners.
âEverything else is collateral, amirite?â
Ouch.
Toeing at the floor, you sulk in silence. Wounded from the verbal licks Enjin just dealt you. Mulling over his words in silence though, you know it isnât that simple. Horticulture can be complicated even in the most ideal conditions. Just because a plant is viable doesnât mean it belongs in every gardenâsome plants are just incompatible.
HoweverâŚ
You sit silently, your teeth worrying your bottom lip as you study the brittle bud in your palm.
âŚthat doesnât make it worthless.
Instead of exploring any potential use, you tossed the so-called "weed" outâjust like everything else the Sphere deemed useless. Not even considering how valuable it could be. You can see why Enjin wouldn't want you repeating that mistake. Enough people already looked at you with disdain as it is.Â
Sure thereâs a lot of things you miss about it, mostly superficial things that had to do with vanity, but overall life up there was super sterile and dull. Youâd never say it out loud but you are glad you fell, it was hard on the ground but it was liberating.
Sighing, you quietly concede. You hate anytime Enjin actually has a point though. Itâs the worst thing imaginableâfor your pride and for his already unbearable ego.
Cracking an eye open, Enjin curses under his breath. Switching tactics, he decides to replace the long look on his Trash Princessâs face. Annoyance would do just fine. Besides, there was no need for you to pout over it, you actually had a shot at redemption here⌠heh, the kind that might just work out in his favor, too.
âYâknowwwww, weâre always learninâ better ways to grow things down here, faster too...â
Enjin moves so quietly, you donât realize how close he is until you turnâand heâs right in your face, barely a breath away. Swiping his ringed thumb across your cheek, Enjinâs touch is surprisingly tender. However his expression is entirely obnoxious, full of amusement from how fast your pouty little face flusters.
â...could be a nice little hobby that would do alotta goodâŚand if anyone could figure out how to grow this shit properly down hereââ
Enjin plucks at the heat of your warm cheeks, pinching just enough to tease and drag the moment into something more lighthearted.
ââI do believe it could be youâTrash Princess.â
Your eyes catch something deeper than just teasing in his golden gazeâbut before you can dwell on it, instinct kicks in. You jerk back, swatting his hand away, shoving whatever that was out of your mind.
Enjin just laughs, unbothered, as you glare at him.
âAnd why canât you get Delmon to do it?â you counter, arms folding across your chest. By now, youâve learned Enjin usually has an angle for everything.
Right on the mark, for a beat, Enjin actually pauses. He hadnât expected you to bring up the obviousâDelmon, the gentle giant practically martyred to the idea of saving whatâs left of the Abyss. But Enjinâs roguish grin slips back into place, spreading wider as he leans in, unapologetically invading your space.
âWhy? Well...âcause I asked you, Princess. The olâlug has enough on his plate as it is. You can handle it alone, canât ya?â
Truthfully, even knowing your interest in Delmon never strays beyond roots and soil, it still irks every time Enjin catches sight of you with him. You look every bit the nobleâgraceful, composed, eyes soft and curious as you gaze up at Delmon, eager to learn. It grates on Enjin more than heâd admit, knowing heâs never once gotten that look, despite monopolizing most of your time.
âYa knowâunless, your skillset just ainât up tâpar?â Enjin finishes with a shrug.
Wholly unconvinced, you see this for the bait it is from a mile away. Nevertheless, you canât deny that you are eager to get even the tiniest bit of normalcy back in your life from your old hobbies. Planting something, anything, would be niceâeven if it ends up being contraband for Enjin. Although you still arenât quite sure why you canât consult Delmon.Â
âUgh! Fine!â
You fall back onto the sofa and Enjin follows, his arm settling behind you, practically draped around your shoulders. You donât even flinch. He takes another slow hit, smoke curling toward the ceiling, but this time thereâs a wicked glint in his eye as he watches you. Deciding heâs babysat the joint long enough, he leans in with a lazy smirk and holds it out to you.
âEnjinâyour eyes!â You blurt out, disregarding his invitation. âIs that just from smoking!? I canât go to happy hour looking like some kinda zombie!â
Enjin sputters mid-laugh, coughing as wisps of smoke leak from the corners of his smart ass grin.
âEh, well duh. Why else would they get so red when I smoke?â
Enjin coughs out a few more chuckles. You roll your eyes.
âI donât know, Trashy PoppinsâŚI didn't make the connection since the air quality down here is 80% pollution! You could have anything.â
While Enjin is amused by your sass, the joint continues to burn down. Each second unsmoked is wasting precious bud. Leaning in, his voice drops to a low purrâthe kind that makes your stomach flip.
Heh, time to pull out the big guns.
âAht-aht-aht, câmon now, Princess, you know the golden ruleâŚâ
You sigh, thinking you need that happy hour drink more than ever right now.
âYouâre not serious.â
But you know he is, and of course you remember the silly motto Enjin makes an unspoken rule for his team. Although he mostly just uses it to get you to do something youâll usually regret later. You sigh, knowing youâll never make it to happy hour until you appease the big man-child in front of you.
Enjinâs golden eyes shine with even more mischief than before and together like some damn mantra, you both repeat:
â...itâs not peer pressureâitâs just your turn.â
Resigned, you click your tongue, swiping at the joint in his hands. But Enjin is much faster as he pulls back with infuriating speed. You glower at him, snark locked and loaded.
âNah, actually Iâll help you out since itâs your first time, Princess.â
Innuendo coils around his words, heat radiating off him as you tense under his gaze. You donât want to argue with him though, the sooner you smoked, the sooner you both could be at happy hour.
âOpen.âÂ
Enjinâs fingers graze the corner of your mouth as he holds the joint to your peach-glossed lips, eyes darkening when you part them obediently for him.
âNow breathe it in, nice and slowâŚdeeper. Yeah, thatâs itâhold it. Donât let go until I sayâgood girl.â
You want to scoff at him, but you canâtânot with tears stinging your eyes and smoke burning its way down your lungs. By the time Enjin gives you the nod to exhale, youâre already choking, coughing it all back up in ragged plumes.
Yeah, this was nowhere in hell as easy as Enjin made it look.
The buzz rises in your head almost instantly, an airy haze creeping into your consciousness.
âSee? Not a terrible cherry pop, eh?â
The glare you throw at Enjin is more of a squint. Still recovering from the fire tearing down your throat, your coughs earn you a few heavy-handed smacks on the back from Enjin. If itâs out of comfort or mockery, you can't tell.Â
Everything in the room is spinning and becoming more distant, like a daydream.
âEasy there, breatheâitâll hit easier when ya figure out how to grow it right, Princess. The dank shit wonât burn this hard.â
You want to bite back that even if you do figure out how to grow the damn âweedâ plant, youâd never touch it again. But the sudden heaviness seeping into your limbs drags you down, tilting your head on the axis of equilibrium.
âI think, noâI know, I need to lay down.â
Not waiting for permission, you flop down onto the worn cushions beneath you, curling up awkwardly with your head leaning against the armrest and your legs dangling off the seat at an angle.Â
Enjin doesnât miss a beat thoughâhe scoops your legs into his lap, tugging off your boots so you can be comfortable.
Leaning back, perfectly at ease, Enjin holds the joint in one hand while the other rests on your stocking-covered shin, giving it a casual, reassuring pat. The way your arm drapes over your face tells him everythingâyeah, youâve got the spins.
âKeh, youâll make it, Princess. Just let it all ride out.â
Youâd make it alright, but not to happy hour anytime soon. Enjin supposes he mightâve let you take a bigger hit than you were ready for.Â
Whoops.
Silence stretches in the aftermath but itâs not uncomfortable. Enjin takes a few more lazy tokes, one golden eye cracked open just enough to watch you, taking stock of your state.Â
Itâs in moments like thisârare ones, when youâre quietâthat he remembers just how fucking smoking hot you are.
Especially in that Cleaner uniform. Man, God bless August.
The eccentric tailor took special care in designing it thanks to a sudden burst of inspirationâAugust even convinced Enjin to allow him to keep some of the trim from your Spherite clothes that he repurposes. The outcome of your uniform is shinier, more fitted and much sluttier than standard issue.Â
You took to it immediately, without much fuss and actually complimenting August. That was Augustâs gift thoughâwhipping up pieces to suit even the finickiest of tastesâand Enjin had to admit, the man did his big one.Â
But the real surprise wasnât the craftsmanship. It was youâhis oh-so-prim little Trash Princessâstrutting around in something so damn naughty. Dressed up like a treat that Enjin canât help but eat up with his eyes.
And whaddya know? Enjin has the munchies bad right now.
Left to his own devices, Enjin takes his time devouring the sight in front of him. His gaze lingers down the length of your legs sprawled across his lap, to the soft, exposed flesh of your thighsâspilling over the edge of your stockings just enough to make his jaw clench.
Fuck, they look so soft. He can't help but wonder how they'd feel locked around his head as his eyes climb to the next indulgenceâyour crop top. Rucked up to your ribs, the thin white cotton hugs just beneath your tits. Shit, the way your cute little nips poke through the fabric makes his mouth twitch with the urge to say âhiâ right backâwith his tongue.
Is it hotter in here, orâ?
Leering at you for too long is a surefire way for Enjin to pop a boner. Enjin knows heâs not alone in that either. That uniform of yours turns heads in every city you pass through. Consequently, Enjin has split more skulls because of idiots trying to hit on you or cop a feel than he ever has for anyone trying to snatch a Spherite.
Not that heâs jealous or nothing.
Nah. Just doing his job. Watching out for you. Plenty of unscrupulous assholes out there willing to pounce on a clueless little thing like you.
However, right now, Enjinâs just as unscrupulousââwatching outâ only for a flash of your panties as each restless wiggle sinks you deeper into the lumpy cushions, bunching your skirt higher and teasing him with a glimpse of skimpy lace.
Man, just a little more and heâd know exactly which pair you picked today.
Sobering up a bit more, you sigh at your inability to get comfortable when you could feel the very springs in the sofa. Stretching, you straighten your leg suddenly andâ
âYo! Watch the feets, girl!â Â
Though thereâs amusement in his voice as he jolts upright, tatted hands grabbing your ankle before youâre able to land another blow.
âAh, sorryââ You mutter sheepishly, reeling back your foot. âI didnât mean to kick Umbreaker.â
For what itâs worth, the apology comes quicklyâyouâve learned better than to mess with a manâs jinki, especially Enjinâs. You've nearly tripped more times than you can count over that bulky extension of himself that he always keeps within reach.
You know itâs serious too when he doesnât even bother with the stupid nicknames he usually calls you. Nevertheless, youâre left puzzled when Enjinâs laughter comes out loud and sharp.Â
â...that wasnât Umbreaker, Princess.â
Huh? What does he mean that isnâtâÂ
You freeze.Â
Carefully peeking out from under your arm, your reddened eyes squint down the length of your body and onto his. When the realization does set in of what exactly you kicked, it smacks you harder than any hit of ganja ever could.
âOâŚohâŚâOH MY GAWD!â
Immediately springing upright, your vertigo swirls with how fast youâre scrambling to your knees as you gawk.
Time passes for what seems like a solid minute or two and neither of you speak.Â
Youâre staring at the crotch of Enjinâs baggy pants and Enjin is staring at you.
âHeh.â
The devious look on Enjinâs face right now could shame the devil himself. Yet youâre still in utter disbelief.
Thereâs no way thatâs his dick!
Still, your brain wonât stop running the numbersâhigh girl math with clumsy calculations drawn from the fleeting brush of your toes against the long, thick mass hidden beneath the fabric of his baggy pants. Enjinâs words ring in your mind like a gongââthat wasnât UmbreakerâŚâ
âYouâre burninâ a hole through my dick, Princessââ
Enjinâs voice unfurls seductively, like the smoke curling from his lips.
ââkeep starinâ like that and Iâm gonna think you wanna see it.â
Your eyes meet his dead-on.Â
âI do.â
âYeah, Iâm sure yoâwait, come again?!â
Enjinâs grip goes slack, the joint slipping from his fingers. He was halfway to some sassy quip, ready to taunt your denialâbut your delivery is so honest, with no teasing or angle to play off, he doesnât know what to do with it.
The embers hiss against his thigh before he even registers he dropped it.
âTch.â Cursing under his breath, he flicks it asideâitâs all roach anywayâand tries to pull himself back together.
Youâre fucking with him. Yeah. Thatâs it.Â
Smug again, Enjin leans into the bit you started.
âHa haâŚright. I know my stuck up lilâ Trash Princess isnât asking to give me a dick inspectionâŚâ
Enjin adjusts his pants in a casual sweep that doesnât fool either of you. Heâs not brushing off the remaining flakes of ashâheâs palming his restless cock that jumped at the idea of you actually wanting to see it.
But both you and Enjin would quickly discover, despite your snobby Spherite upbringing, you lose any type of filter and sense of couth while highâblurting out your thoughts unabashedly.Â
âI said I wanted to see it, Trashy Poppins. Or mânot gonna believe youâre actually that big.â
You fold your arms, huffing stubbornly.
There was no way an unbearably annoying man like Enjin was slanging actual horse cock!Â
He had to be the one fucking with you here.
Well, wait, noâa cocky, stupidly sexy man having a big dick actually tracks, now that you think about it.
But stillâyou need to verify. For science, if nothing else.Â
Yeah. Science.
Enjin blinks, taking stock of youâkneeling close, your tits straining like theyâre about to burst free, and your skirt rides so high on your thighs this time, he swears one more millimeter and heâd see your panties for real.Â
âCâmon nowâŚâ
Your sickly sweet coos needle at Enjinâs spine.
â...as if you arenât always upskirting me just to see my panties.â
Shit. You knew it was intentional?
âAt least you can show me your undies for a change. If youâre really that big, then Iâll be able to tell.â
The spark alight in your eyes is a challenge to Enjin, who loves pushing your limits. Now he needs to know how far youâll go. Even if heâs completely unprepared for this turn of events, heâs sure as fuck not gonna be the one backing down first.
âSâthat right, Princess? Well, I havenât even seen yours today soââ
Enjin doesnât even get the chance to finish before youâre lifting your skirt and spreading your knees wider. You stare up at the ceiling, the popcorn squares suddenly appearing super interesting to you. Enjinâs eyes however immediately zero-in on the pink lace stretched tight across your pussy.
Christ.
With a much closer view, Enjin picks up all the little details he usually missesâlike how the hem digs into your soft curves or how the material is thin enough to see the split of your chubby lil pussy lips pressed underneath.Â
Goddamn, are you intentionally buying them a size too small?Â
Or is your pussy print just that fat?
Enjin gulps, mouth dry.Â
His attention caught like a hook to your cunt, everything else is unimportantâincluding the irony of how he was just teasing you for the very same thingâitâs all utterly lost on him. His priorities shifting rapidly the longer he ogles you.
After a minute, giving him quite frankly more of his fill than he deserves, you let your skirt drop back into place. The alluring spell of your fatma breaks when your knees snap shut and Enjin is yanked back to a world that doesnât exist between the apex of your doughy thighs.Â
All of his lecherous starring is worth it thoughâif only to be able to throw his own saying back at him for once.
âNow, howâs it go again? Itâs not peer pressuââ
ââYeah, yeah, I got it, PrincessâMy turn.âÂ
Enjin relents, cutting you off with a twisted grin as he shakes his head.
âYa donât gotta break my arm to see my dick, babe. Just makinâ sure youâre sure. Donât need you runninâ off telling Semiu I flashed ya.â
Semiu is already on Enjinâs ass for teasing you as much as he does. Something about him being âtoo grownâ not to ânut upâ and âcome to terms with his realityâ, but Enjin was never listening for long, zoning out as soon as a new lecture was underway.Â
However, if your prissy ass really wants to see his dick that bad, of course heâd oblige. Hell, Enjin would get another kick outta watching your horror when you realize for real just how much heâs packing. It had been a minute since he'd seen that look on a woman.
For being as hot and charming as he is, Enjin didnât get nearly as much play as he shouldâve. He isnât a virgin by any means, but too many women take one glance at his size and back off expeditiously. Â
Life on the ground meant hustling to survive for most. Nobody could afford to be laid up for days just because Enjinâs wrecking ball of a cock tore through their walls, rendering them unable to walkâlet alone go to work.
Yet with a clink, that all changes as the leather strap of his belt and gear slides free. Enjin lifts his hips enough to shove his pants down past his thighs and there it isâshort red boxer briefs with a black waistband, the fabric stretched thin over the obscenely long, thick outline of his dick resting along his thigh.
Simply put, your jaw drops. Thereâs a static-like silence buzzing in your mind as you process the monstrous mass of phallic muscle before you.
Youâve never seen a dick that huge in your entire life.Â
Clocking your shock, Enjinâs chest puffs like heâs just been crowned a king in the room.
âRelax, PrincessâŚâ he drawls, smugness saturating every word.
âI ainât even all the way hard yet.â
Bullshit!Â
Your eyes pingpong between his face and his cock before landing on the obvious conclusionâno overthinking this time.
âWhat are you waiting for then? Get hard.â
Enjin actually chokes for real this time, still not used to how blunt his demure lilâ Trash Princess gets when sheâs high. He manages to laugh regardless once he finds his breath as he sure as hell doesnât hate this new side of you.
âHah?! It doesnât work like that ya knowâŚâ
Enjin lies right through his fucking teeth.Â
Just hearing that vulgar command from your prissy lilâ lips has his blood surging south, his cock swelling at rapid speed. Already on go, his dickprint thickens, straining against the fabric until threads stretch thin to form almost obscenely over him like second skin.
Yet unlike his past hookups you donât flinch at the sight of him getting even bigger.Â
Thereâs more than enough incredulousness on your face for sure, but Enjin half expected you to backpedal for the sake of your pussyâs self-preservation and book it out the door. Instead, the look youâre giving his dick is more akin to awe than fear.
Truly, thoughâyou are in awe.
Men werenât like this on the Sphere. Well, your husband certainly wasnât.
Older than you by over a decade, your husbandâs stamina was so poor he never lasted long. His size, his endurance, and his dismissive comments about your sexual appetite being perversely unbecoming for a lady of your station had you wondering if something was wrong with you this entire timeâif you expected too much from sex.
But when your eyes drift back to Enjinâcatching the thick vein running along his length, visible even through the fabricâyou know better now.Â
It was never you.
The realization brings a surge of boldness. Your gaze trails the pulse of his cock down to the wet patch blooming at the tipâso much pre spilling it seeps through the fabric.Â
Enjin inhales sharply through his nose. He knows heâs proven his size, but your silence and the way youâre eyeing his cock like some kind of museum exhibit is starting to get to him.Â
Enjin doesnât want to back down as he impatiently waits for your final verdict of approval. But if you keep staring at him like that, with those big pretty eyes of yours, heâs going to come in his pants, untouched, like some fucking cuck.
âWell, Princess? Big enough for ya?â
You donât even hear Enjin, too lost in your own thoughts. Your body, buzzed and reckless, has a mind of its own though. Reaching out, your hand leaves your lap to trace the thick ridges of his cock, mapping its shape through his briefs.Â
âOh, shiiiiââ Enjin hisses.Â
His lip catches between his teeth as all thoughts vanish the moment your delicate little fingers start stroking him.
âArghâfuck. Canât jusâ go grabbing a manâs dick like that ya know.â
Yet Enjin does nothing to stop you as your touch grows bolder. Your palm flattens around his girthâtoo thick for even your whole hand to wrap around, even through his boxers.
How would someone even get something that monstrous inside them!?
Encircling his leaky cockhead, you giggle as your index finger slowly tap-tap-taps the mess heâs made there, amused at how many of the small, sticky suds you can gather on your finger through the material.
Enjinâs own laugh is strangled. This canât be real.
Youâre unfazed by Enjinâs provocations â too mesmerized by the obscenely large cock in front of you that has you squirming uncomfortably as your own panties turn swampy with heat.Â
âMay I?â
Meeting Enjinâs gaze, your polite innocence is accented by a wide-eyed pout thatâs far too sweet for the filthy implications of your request. Like youâre nicely asking permission to play with your favorite toyâexcept you donât even wait for him to give it,fingers impatiently snapping the edges of his waistband like some cockhungry slut.Â
âUhâŚâ Enjin blanks while his dick is practically screaming at him to respondâeven a damned head nod would suffice. Yet his brain blue-screens as it registers that lookâthe normally innocent, curiosity filled look that he's been craving since he found you in No Man's Landânow twisted into something debased and filthy. And best of all?
Meant just for him.
Enjinâs so fucking hard right now itâs painfulâand hell, if youâre planning to do something about that, heâs not about to stop you.
âKeh. Do you, boo.â
Enjin manspreads, giving you full access. You eagerly pull down his shorts just enough to release his cock, and it springs free, thick and heavy.Â
Good God, heâs a big boy!Â
Although you knew that, seeing the monster in all of its unleashed glory was an entirely different experience. Enjinâs dick bobs back to curve towards his abs, a shiny pubic piercing shining at his base under its shadow.
Panting, your previously dormant inner size queen activates. You have to swallow down the bucket of saliva collecting on your tongue before you chokeâyou canât help but salivate at the thought of what a huge cock like this tastes like⌠what it feels like.Â
Youâre pretty sure it could break you in two, and surprisingly, the thought excites you.
Lowering yourself on all fours, the first tentative lick you give Enjinâs length has his toes curling as he grips the sofa, ripping a chunk clean off the decaying material.Â
You moan out a depraved 'ahhh' once you reach the top, a little smile playing on your lips as you tongue down the hole at his tip. Greedily, you lap up all the little dribbles of pre beading at the tip and flowing out.
âW-Woaaahâugh. FUCK!â
Enjinâs hand flies into your hair as he clears his throat. Sure, your mouthwatering stares made a blowie likely, but diving in this shamelessly? Itâs enough to make him feel like heâs losing his damn mind.
You grip his baseâan insurance policy to keep him from cummingâwhile your other hand cups his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. His thigh jolts beneath you and you simper at how sensitive he is despite his massive size.
âT-Thereâs no way in hell they taught your prissy ass how to be this much of a slut up there.â
Pouting, you release his balls to cradle his cockhead against your puffed up cheek, uncaring of the amount of pre seeping across your jaw.Â
âD-DoâŚdo you hate it? My husâum, ex said it was a turn off. H-he'd say I have 'the depravity of a slums streetwalker.â
Staring up at Enjin, your eyes are clouded with lust, yet edged with worryâlike heâd threatened to rip something precious away. But itâs only his cock youâre coddling tighter against your cheek, your lips parting just enough to chase the beads of pre that drip close to your mouth.
If you werenât gripping Enjinâs base so hard he definitely would have blown a load all over your face. Fuck, if the thought isnât tempting to him though â he doesnât think youâd even mind in this state. Â
Goddamn, youâre so much sluttier than Enjin could have ever imagined.Â
And heâd imagined it plenty.Â
Especially on nights Enjin stumbled back to HQ drunk and alone, having closed down the bar with Corvus and Gris. Left to sate his own booze-fueled boner, heâd shamelessly rut into his pillow. Yet, no matter where his perversions strayed, every faceless fantasy in the dark insisted on transmuting into you.Â
You seriously think he couldnât match your freak?Â
Oh, sweetheart, you have no fucking idea.
âHate it?âÂ
Enjin holds back the growl building at the back of his throat. Thereâs a torrent of thoughts swirling with his high all at onceâall coming to settle right back into his dick.Â
âNever. Show me who you really are, Princessânâ Iâll give it right back to ya tenfoldâthatâs a promise.â
If you werenât already trembling with arousalâfinally free to let your freak flag flyâyou mightâve shied away. Enjinâs easy acceptance of you stirs something deeper, something messy that you usually ignore before it can settle. Now, with his scent thick on your face and tongue, youâre not thinking at allâaching with the urge to all but inhale his cock.
You merely nod, flashing Enjin a coy smile before stretching your plush lips to wrap around him. Slowly, you swallow down his girth, mouth hot with suction so deliciously moist Enjinâs hips jerk up. You gag, but his firm grip on your roots keeps your head in place, forcing his length to breach your throat.
âThatâs it, babyâŚopen up f-fâer meâg-good fucking girl, PrincessâŚâ
Tears prick at your eyes as his cock pounds back of your throat. The stretch is brutalâbut some desperate part of you craves more of his filthy praise. What you canât take with your mouth, your hands make up forâstroking every thick inch your lips canât swallow.
âShiiiit, girl! Youâre a pro at this.â
If you ask Enjin later, heâd probably call you a throat goat, however most of your âexperienceâ came from the smutty paperbacks high-society wives hid in corsets and swapped under tea tablesânot actual practice. You donât really know what you are doing. Youâre just following the book's explicit instructions.Â
Still, Enjin doesnât seem to mind being your test dummy.Â
On the contrary, Enjin is more than happy to let you do your thing and he does just that. Although, the longer your head bobs along his cock, the more your skirt rides upâuntil it finally flips over your hips, giving him a perfect view of the cheeky lace framing your ass.
Enjin groans, gripping your ass with bruising force before sliding his fingers down to palm your pussy over your pantiesâfuck, youâre already dripping for him.
âHahâuppity cunt gets this sloppy just from a lilâ dick sucking, eh?â
Enjin laughs, yet the gravel rattling in his voice betrays him. No one has ever fearlessly tried to deepthroat him and actually fucking enjoyed it.Â
Unable to respond with your mouth, too busy still trying to do the impossible and fit more inside your throat, your hips respond insteadâwiggling desperately against his fingers, begging for more of his touch.Â
Enjin doesnât hesitate. Slipping a tatted finger into your panties, he drags it through your folds, marveling at how wet and scorching you are. Pushing into your core, your walls clamp down, fluttering around his digit.
Oh fuck, even his fingers are big!Â
A second ringed finger follows â the rough, callous fingers of a man who's seen too many fights scrape so good against all your gooey spots. Lewd squelches echo from your pussy as your throat tightens around him in tandem. The sounds, the squeeze, the heatâall of it is driving him crazy.
Shit heâs gonna cum for real this time.Â
To his credit, Enjin tries to warn youâtries to pull you off before itâs too late.Â
He doesnât wanna risk pissing you off and having you refuse to ever do this again. Enjin still wants to fool around more;, he wants to fuck you. Itâs that thoughtâyour pretty pussy lips splitting open to swallow him insteadâthat has him busting his hot seed down your throat in thick, hot pulses.
âHAHHâFUHH!â
Releasing your hair, Enjin half expects you to pull away, furious he hadnât warned you. Instead, your nails dig into his thigh, steadying yourself. You moan around him, the vibrations rippling through his sensitive cock while you work him for every last drop, his hips jerking beneath you.
Only when youâre certain youâve drained him do you pull back, swollen lips coming off his cock with a wet pop.Â
âAllll go-neee S-Sheee? HAhhhhh~âĄâ
Tits jiggling as you heave for air, you present your tongue to Enjin as proof youâve swallowed all of him. Every. Filthy. Drop.
You canât help but agreeâyour throatâs wrecked and your pussyâs aching to be used just as thoroughly. Enjinâs fingers arenât inside you any more, although they are still on your pussy, running through your folds absentmindedly. Â
âNghân-eed m-more,â you slur.
All your decorum was lost to the wind the moment you asked to see his dickâyou donât even care that itâs Enjin of all people that you just gave head to. Suddenly, the obnoxious pain in your ass seems like your only deliverance. Right now, you're more frustrated that you've spent so much time bickering with him when you could have been fucking him.
You much prefer his moans to anything else coming out of his mouth.
You need him to get hard againâimmediately!
Enjin, mind mushy with release, takes another joint out to light. As much as he wants to return the favor after that kind of sloppy top, the man needs a minute. His high has his whole body tingling from the post release sensitivity.
But you canât wait any longer. Itâs been god knows how long since youâve had a proper orgasm and those were only from your own small, fumbling fingers. Throat achy and raw, you quiver at the masochistic thought of how his cock is going to absolutely obliterate your pussy.
You slide your panties down before flinging off your jacket and top. Taking a seat on Enjin's lap, you're now clad in just your bra, your skirt that's bunched up at your hips, and thigh highs. Grabbing his cock, you give his soggy, half-hard girth a few encouraging pumps.
Your pussy is already slobbering, a viscous string of syrupy slick drips down from your slit to land on his cockhead, connecting you to him as you line him up.Â
Feeling your fingers around his length, Enjin's eyes fly open, balancing the joint between his lips as he quickly shrugs off his own jacket, checking the pockets.
âWoah, woah. Slow your roll there sweetheartâyouâre skipping a few steps.â
You arenât listening though, not giving a fuck what Enjin is talking about as you cry out, grinding your clit against his fat tip, before running it back through your folds.
Enjin grits his teeth, coughing out smoke as he holds the joint in one hand and your hips in the other. Youâre being a brat again, not listening to a single word heâs saying.Â
âGotta find my rubbersâŚalso gotta stretch you out better, Princessâyouâre gonna split in two if I donât.â
You whimper, petulant and needy. You press his cockhead against your entrance, swiveling your hips like youâre going to recklessly sink down on him at any second.
âHuh? Rubbers?â You shake your head in confusion, pouting. âmâEnnnnjiiiiinâŚI canât wait that longâpuh-leaseee donât make me wait sâlong, Enjiiiiin. I can take it, promiseee!â
The way you sweetly coo his name is shattering any sense of self-control Enjin has left. The urge to submit you to the ultimate corruption surges hot through his veins, but Enjin knows how big he is and while he did want to break you, he didnât want to hurt you in the process. You are absolutely nuts to want to ride him with so little prepânow, on top of everything else, you apparently wanted him to fuck you raw.
Waitâdid you just ask what rubbers were? Did you not have condoms on the Sphere?
But any lingering concerns dissipate the second you start fighting to get his tip inside you.
âToo s-slow!â You groan.
Fear is the last thing on your mindâevident in the way you impale yourself on him, defiant even against the impossible stretch. Your pussy is tight around the swollen head of his cock, strangling it as your nails dig into his shoulders. You grind in slow, desperate circles. Tears roll down your cheeks as you bite them to keep from crying out, your body fighting against every inch.
Enjin watches with a dark glint in his eyes â you trying so hard for him makes him want to flip you over and fuck you into the cushions. But heâd let you have it at your own paceâŚfor now.Â
Releasing your hip, Enjin spits into his palm, rubbing his slick fingers over your clit in slow steady circles.Â
âSuch a hard-headed girlâcâmereâŚâ
Enjin takes a long drag from the joint, balancing it between his fingers as he grabs the back of your neck. His lips crash into yours before you can think.
You gasp and Enjin takes the opportunity to exhale the smoke deep into your lungs, taking the harshest of the hit himself. You're left with only the smooth, earthy flavor warming your chest before it melts through your limbs.
But itâs the way he kisses you after that really knocks the ground out from under you. His tongue pushes past your lips, tangling with yoursâhungry, messy, like he wants to steal the little air you have left until youâre only breathing him in.
Your arms wrap around his neck, hands buried in his soft buzzed undercut, anchoring yourself. You moan into his mouth and he swallows it greedily, teeth nipping your lower lip before diving right back in. All the while, his thumb keeps grinding into your clit, faster now, like heâs keeping rhythm with the pulse thatâs beating under your skin.
Why does it feel this good? How is he doing this to your body? Sânot fair!Â
Not realizing you could feel this good from a kiss, you're unraveling in real time. Your mind goes blank with every pulse, every word, every inch. Youâre not even fully seated yet, but you can already feel the blunt head of his cock grinding against your cervix, the pressure building with each centimeter you drop. You never imagined you could feel this fullâlike he might actually breach your womb.
The thought alone has you trembling, unstable, your aching thighs giving out, causing you to slide down a bit too fast. The thick veins along his length rake across your g-spot and your body snaps. A sharp, helpless spasm rocks you as your breath catches and a small, unexpected orgasm rolls through you.
Enjin pulls back just enough to let you breathe, though your body doesnât stop shivering, lost in a blur of pleasure and pain.
âEh... did you just cum, Princess?â
The question is rhetorical, full of smug amusement, as he can feel the increasing wetness leaking down his cock, making it all the easier for you to slide down.   Â
Teasing your earlobe, Enjinâs tongue dips in to flick at the shell of it, making you clench.
âHA! Good fucking girl! A lilâ more and I bet sheâll be a real squirter fâer me.â
Enjin beams, proud of his Trash Princess. No woman had ever taken him this deepânot even close. Enjin hadnât expected you to be any different. And yetâŚwhen Enjin looks down, he releases a groan deep from his gut.
The sight alone almost has Enjin nutting in you -- your drooling cunt spread so wide around his girth, sitting almost at his base. A thought flashes briefly â it's kinda like heâs a virgin again. Parts of his dick had never experienced this kind of molten heat so maybe, in a sense, he is? Enjin didnât fucking care if he was though, as he ainât about to be with the way your pretty pussy is giving way like itâs made for him.Â
âRun that back.â
Enjin takes the final drag, pinching the smoldering end of the joint between his fingers before flicking it aside. He leans in again, slower this time. Thereâs no rush in how his mouth seals over yours. The second shotgun is less about the smoke and more about the feel of youâyour lips parting for him, your breath syncing to his, and the small whimper you make as he sucks slowly on your tongue.
The haze spreads between you both, thick and warm. Simultaneously, his knuckles tease your clit, a soft schlick sound filling the space between you from you getting wetter by the second. By the strength of some unknown force, you finally bottom out, immediately collapsing into his neck.Â
You both moan. Enjin feels you quivering from the inside out and you feel him everywhereâshifting your guts into your ribs.Â
âIâŚI did it.â
Your smile blooms soft against his inked skin, lips grazing the spot where you can feel his own pulse hammering wildly.
Enjinâs in no state to congratulate you on your impressive feat. Completely sheathed in you raw, coring out your gummy walls into the shape of his dickâsomething in his brain chemistry fizzles. Like a bit of pussy juice, acting as a catalyst, slipped into his dick and traveled straight to his prefrontal cortex to corrode all of his previous thoughts about you. The result is clear.
Enjin doesnât give a fuck if you are a snobby, annoying, needy lilâ brat who never let him get away with shit and bitches at him constantlyâthe furtherest thing from his type.
Because honestly?
Motherfuck a bullshit-ass type. Your slutty ass pussy is fuckinâ perfect.Â
For the first time, Enjin realizes he might be in love with you.Â
How could he even look at another woman after this?
One thing if for certainâEnjin is going to make damn sure you never have the desire to even look at another man.
Both his hands trail up your hips, groping and squeezing the plump curves of your ass before settling at your waist. His blunt black nails dig into your skin to pull you back from his neck.
Enjin whistles, admiring the stagnant stream of spittle lingering on your chin. Look at youâcockdrunk just from sitting on him.Â
Enjin doesnât think heâs ever seen you look more beautiful.
âEnjiiiiiin,â you whimper, not being able to hold yourself up.Â
But your cries for him only inflame the predatory smirk on his lips, your honeyed cunt hugging his cock so beautifully.Â
âMakes sense you fell from heaven, huh Princess?âÂ
Whether you're ready or not, Enjin forcibly winds you on his cock in slow circles. Your clit brushes up against the well placed pubic ring like a reward for being the first to experience it.
ââcause this pussyâs a fuckinâ angel.â
Your eyes are already lodged in your skull so you canât even roll them at his cheesy line. But if your pussy is an angel, then Enjin's dick is most definitely a demonâhis sinful cock tearing through your insides and condemning you straight to hell.
Moaning loudly, your body moves on autopilotâchasing more friction from the rhythm Enjin set. Good thing everyone was at happy hour or you would for sure be attracting some major attention now.
Although, to be honest you probably wouldnât notice anyway. You donât even notice when your bra falls away, your tits spilling out just so Enjin could watch them jiggle in his face. You only register its disappearance once his mouth latches onto one of your nipples, his tongue finally saying itâs âhelloâ.
âShiiiiit!â
Your hips stutter, then stall when Enjin tugs at your sensitive bud with his teeth.
âHeyâŚI know my Trash Princess ainât tappinâ out just yet.âÂ
SMACK!
Enjin brings a heavy palm down on your ass and your pussy clenches tighter around him. Enjin relishes the way your plush curves mold to his hands, each smack adding to the wet, messy sounds between you. Youâve already leaked enough on his lap to stain the sofa beneath you.
âNah, ya just got on the ride, baby. Giddy-up.â
SMACK!
âNNNGH!â You weakly glare daggers at him.Â
Any softness on Enjinâs face has since been replaced by something far more mischievous. If you thought he was obnoxious beforeâyouâre about to learn heâs a full-blown menace inside of pussy.
Wobbling, you gather together what little resolve you have left to roll your hips forward.Â
âHAAH! Sâtoo biiiiiig,â you whine but your body canât stop.
The juices saturated between you grant enough momentum to finally get a good, smooth bounce going.
âFuckâthatâs it, ride it like itâs yours, baby.â Enjin encourages you.
The way you cream harder every time he calls you 'baby' doesn't go unnoticed.
âOh? You like me talking sweet to the pussy, baby girl?âOr do you just like being my filthy lilâ trash slut, hm Princess?â
Gritting your teeth, you grab on to Enjinâs shirt like reins, pulling him closer to you.Â
âY-YouâreâŚgonnaâahshiiiitâhafta f-fuck mâbetter than thisssâŚif you want m-me to be your âbaby girlââTrash Daddy.â
Unfortunately, your sass falls flatâyou can barely keep your head from lulling to the side. But Enjinâs thoroughly entertained nonethelessâheâll take âTrash Daddyâ over âTrashy Poppinsâ any day.
âBet.â
Electricity runs through Enjin. Heâs all charged upânow itâs his turn to unleash.
Your brow furrows from the noise Enjin makesâyouâre not sure if he just laughed or snarled. But it's the only warning you get.Â
Sliding down the sofa a bit, adjusting himself for stability, Enjin spreads his legs, planting his feet firmly on the floor as he bullies his cock up into you like he's breaking in his own personal fleshlight.
All you can do is go slack, falling forward on his chest. His grip bruising your hips, not allowing you to run from the way his blunt cockhead plows into your womb like a battering ram.Â
The couch beneath you groans, its frame creaking under the strain. The wood and leather protest like the entire thing might fall apart at any moment.
âEnjinnnnn, mâslowwww dowwwnnn!âÂ
Your cries only fuel his frenzy and Enjin knows from the way youâre gushing on him you can take it.
Fuckâthis sweet lilâ pussy is just so good for him. Imagine if he never met you.Â
If you neverâ
Enjin cuts the thought off cold.Â
Moving before you can blinkâyour world flips. One second heâs pummeling up into you, the next youâre on your back.Â
Enjin peels away his shirt, muscles flexing as he looms over you. His hands curl around your ankles to keep them pinned overhead. A single bead of sweat catches your bleary eyes as it slides down his bare chest, gliding over firm muscle. The bold ink patterns seem to come alive on his skin. He looks so fucking sexy right now and you canât help but to shamelessly ogle him.
Yet, thereâs something much too serious and somber about Enjinâs current demeanor. Youâve been staring at him far too long to go unnoticed. The highly expressive, sassy powerhouse is rarely this silent. He should be teasing you right now, asking some smartass shit like if youâre âenjoying the viewâ.Â
âEnjin?â
Your sweet voice hits his ears and instantly you have his attention again. Enjin flashes you a pearly white smile.
âHeh, enjoy the break, Princess? You wont get another.â
Ignoring the question in your eyes, Enjin folds you into a mating press, thrusting to the hilt all in one motion. The sound of flesh lewdly slapping against flesh fills the room, as do your cries.
But thereâs still something else burning in his eyes. Enjin knows itâs unfair not to be honest with you, but taking out his unspoken feelings on your pretty pussy is the only way he can express himself at the moment.Â
Suddenly, thereâs a loud creak followed by a decisive snap and two of the sofaâs legs give out. If your sweat and cum weren't like glue on the old leather youâd surely slide off head first. You yell out in alarm, but Enjin doesnât give a fuck about the damn sofa.
His mood is still soured by the thought that wouldnât be shaken away until he confronted itâ
If you never fell.
But you did. He found youâand now that Enjin has you under him like this, he needs to fuck the point heâs concluded into you:
If Rudo ever finds a way to the Sphere, Enjin will personally travel there and see to your ex-husband himself.Â
Hell, he might even rail you in front of him a few timesâshow him what a real man could do. Maybe even a realâŚhusband?
If the sounds of sloshing fluids and skin slapping skin weren't ringing so loudly in your ears that it drowned out everything else, you would have thought Enjin had lost his mind with the way he was cackling above you. He sounds completely deranged, laughing at the idea of him finally wanting to settle down all while continuing to pound you deeper into the broken sofa.
But despite being high off weed and your pussy, Enjinâs mind has never been more clearâhe wants to lock you down.
âHah⌠P-Princess, can ya feel me in your tummy? RightâŚâ Enjinâs golden eyes lock on the ever-so-slightly distended bulge from the monstrous intrusion in your guts.
â....right, here.âÂ
Throwing your legs over his shoulders, his large hands splay across your sweat sheened belly. Youâre squirming under the heat of Enjin sandwiching your guts between his palm and his cock. Its all far too muchâyouâre too full, unable to really focus on what Enjinâs saying.
âAhh, E-Enjâmâ c-cum, g-gonna mmmâŚâ you hiccup, swallowing your tears.
Your nails rake down his arm to ground yourself but your body is thrumming too hard, adrift in the rush rolling through every one of your wired nerves. Your tits bounce obscenely every time your velvety walls devour his cock back down to the base. Enjinâs pubic piercing bucking against your clit has you clutching onto his dick like you were about to break it off.
You feel so fucking good. Enjin desperately needs to feel you creaming on his cock, and you would be soon if your kitten nails raking down his armsâ adding more red to his already inked skinâ were any indication.Â
âThatâs it, Princess, hahâfuck, baby, I got you. Squirt for your Trash Daddy.â
As if on command, the knot inside you coils to its breaking point, prickling every nerve, releasing a warm rush of fluids. Your body tingling in ecstasy, you quickly tumble over your peak, eyes blinded by speckles of brightness as you cum.
Yet Enjin hasn't slowed, his continuous pounding forcing more of your cum and squirt to gush out of youâthe melody of his now drenched balls colliding with your wet ass only growing loude
âFuck, thatâs it. Pussy cryinâ like she wants my cum, PrincessâŚâÂ
Youâre barely conscious from all the pleasure, eyes rolling back into your head.Â
âSheâs jealous that slutty throat of yours got all my cum, now itâs her turn to swallow, isnât that right?â
Itâs a rather roundabout way for Enjin to ask if he can nut inside you, but then again, he wasnât really asking. The thought of breeding you makes him feral.Â
âAhhâfânnghhhh!â
Non-verbal and fucked dumb, youâd probably agree to anything right now. Youâre an utter messâpussy stretched beyond anything you thought possible, face sticky with slobber rolling down to pool in the folds of your neck.Â
âOâcourse it isâŚgonna dump all these trash babies into my princessâ sweet lilâ cunt.â
Although you are super turned on by the thought of Enjin breeding you, there's no way you have any idea how serious Enjin is about putting a baby in you. How could you? You donât even realize the love confession his cock is professing to you.
âFUHHHHâtake it!â
Enjin pumps thick ropes of his cum into your tummy as his body thrashes on top of yours. The primal intensity has you vibrating as another orgasm rips through your overstimulated and overworked pussy. Filled the brim, his spunk overflows, sploshing out of your pussy as he rocks his hips, urging his seed deeper to plant right in your womb.
In the afterglow, the two of you lie off-kilter in a tangled heap on the broken sofa. Thereâs blood rushing to your headâ not the worst place for it, you think, all things considered. Enjinâs weight is heavy, his chest heaving into yours, warm and sticky as he wraps you in his arms.Â
Just as you feel you both might drift off like this, Enjin stirs. Flinching, you whimper as Enjin wills himself up, his cock sliding out of your pussy with a squelchy suctioning noise. Your knees part for him with zero resistance as he inspects his handiwork, peeling apart your battered pussy lips to reveal your dug out slit.Â
âWhewww,â Enjin whistles at the sight of the thick creampie glistening in your core. âAll this cum your cute pussy pulled outta meâyouâd think she was my jinki.â
Sober, you likely would have slapped him for referring to your pussy as his vital instrument. But ecstasy clouds your logic, so high off endorphins and other substances, you only giggle. It is kinda funny you suppose.
âYeahâsquirtinâ on command like that. Definitely an attack type.â
Spread open, the thick plug of spunk froths out of you. But Enjin simply tuts, pushing it right back in, not wanting to waste a single drop.
âYeah, how about that, âmma duel wielder! Yup, definitely gotta name âer nowâwhat you thinkinâ I should call her, princess?â
Enjin sees the way your pretty cunny is twitching, and in his pussy drunk mind, it's an approval. The spasms that still quake through you are like tremors of Morse Codeâyour slutty pussy agreeing with him, begging for more. Flipping you over on your belly, Enjin is more than happy to fulfill any request of his new vital instrument.
âGot it! Cumbringer! The Umbreaker and The Cumbringer. Nice ring to âem, dontâcha think?â
Cumbringer!?
Later, you would definitely regret being so thoroughly fucked out of your mind you didnât put a stop to this. Enjin is most definitely going to be insufferably proud of himself for the next 3-6 business weeks. Heâd lord this over you and tease you with not-so-subtle hints around the rest of the cleaners.Â
Yet, as Enjin is swabbing his huge cock through your folds, you feel the ache of loss in your core, wanting to be filled again and you canât seem to find the fucks to careâyou just needed more of his dick, likeâŚnow.
Pleased with your compliance, Enjin thumbs the dips at the small of your back, perching your ass up so your back arches real nice.
âTrash Daddyâs gonna take real good care of Cumbringer from now on, too. Make âer live up to the name.â
When Enjin pushes into you again, the new angle has him bullying against your g-spot with even more intensity than before. Seeing the way you jolt, he holds back from going as deep this time to directly abuse the spot. Slick runs down your legs and despite how slippery the ruined leather cushions are beneath you, Enjin still holds you firm as his cock sloshes through your ruined pussy.
âSay, how much anima you think is in my nut, Princess?â
You donât respond but Enjin, proving to have the stamina of a beast, feels like he should give you at least two more doses just to be sure.
â
Fading in and out of a euphoric stupor, youâre unsure how much time passes. Absolutely cockdrunk, at some point, youâd simply just surrendered. Your pussy clearly has zero complaints about being a jinki for Enjinâs cock and you are too dumb once you get a lil dick to stop him.
Somehow, youâve ended up folded over the wide coffee table. Itâs unstable beneath you, but Enjin doesnât seem to care what he breaks when heâs fucking you. He only moved from the sofa when the back of it finally broke.
Straining, you think you hear voices but everything feels so far away and fuzzy. The room gets darker and you realize Enjinâs thrown his coat over you. Still sheathed deep inside you, Enjinâs cock plants lazy kisses to your womb as he speaks rather casually to someone.
Hmm, did he get a call? Is that Semiu?
Semiu is likely calling, wondering why you both havenât shown up to happy hour yetâshit. Thereâs no way youâre making it in this condition; your limbs are toast. You canât even move the weight of Enjin's bulky jacket off of you, the heavy material trapping you in the humidity of your own breath and sweat. But in a way, the warmth is comforting. Your cheek resting against the wood, you allow the tent of muggy heat and his cock moving languidly inside you to lull you into complacencyâ in your delirium, everything feels like a nice dream.
Yet Enjin is fully alert, a shit eating grin on his face as he stares down Semiu and Gris who had just walked in on Enjin shamelessly beating your doonies down. Enjin only spared your modesty by covering you up, but he has no qualms with either Gris or Semiu seeing him in all his glory and doesnât even bother pulling out of you.
A fact that is painfully clear as he pats the pockets of his jacket draped over you for his cigsâhe might as well smoke if heâs giving you a break.
âI win,â Semiu turns to Gris, hand out expectantly.
Semiuâs cool expression never changes but there is amusement in her eyes as Gris fishes into his pockets and places a stack of bills into her hand.
âTsk, damnâŚâ Gris shakes his head, although heâs not shocked.Â
The two of you are down so horrendously bad for each other that this should have happened long ago as far as everyone else was concerned. The tension has been at an unbearable level for those around you, the way the two of you picked at each other non-stop like a kidâs first crush.
Alas, youâre an airhead and Enjin is so stubborn heâs delusional. So the older Cleaner members couldnât help, but place bets on when and where you and Enjin would finally slip between the sheets. Its a shame that you weren't in one of your beds right now--in between actual sheets--instead of the lounge becoming collateral damage.
âYou know, after all the game you talked about winning your money back at poker tonight, Bro said you were a no-show because you knew you were gonna loseâŚâ Gris eyes the boneless, quivering lump that is you under Enjinâs jacket.Â
Enjin really did a number on you. Your nonsensical babbles pouting for Enjin to âmake sure to tell Semiu to bring you back some fries from the barâ obviously means you have no idea that they are actually in the room.
âBut it looks like you have your âace in the hole' for an entirely different game.â
Enjin chortles. His hips stutter forward a bit too hard and you squeak in protest, he just hushes you.
âAwe, so you came back all this way to check-up on us? How sweet,â Enjin says sarcastically, taking a drag from his cigarette.
âHardly. Rudo accidentally chugged an entire beer he thought was sodaâthen proceeded to throw it all up over Zanka,â Semiu says flatly.Â
Enjin attempts to hold back his laughter as Semiu continues with a sigh. She explains thatGris helped carry Rudo back, promptly putting his little blacked out ass to bed. Zanka locked himself in the bathroom immediately upon returning.
âAlthough they're sure to be occupied for the rest of the night, since the kids are back in the building you need to wrap this shit up Enjinâshe looks like she could use the break anyway.â
Semiu casts a sympathetic look your way. She did warn you about Enjin though, so he was your mess to deal with now.Â
âSure thing,â Enjin says, patting your form underneath his coat, âIâve trained my new jinki well enough for tonight.âÂ
Semiu takes one look at the absolutely diabolical grin on Enjinâs face and decides she's already had enough of his shit for the night.
She sighs again. âJust hurry it up, alright?â
Enjin gives Semiu a cheeky salute. Yet the second her back is turned, Enjin mimes a dramatic chefâs kiss to the air for Gris. Enjinâs eyes roll back like heâs just had the best meal of his life.Â
Gris snorts, shooting him a wink and a thumbs-up for a âjob well doneâ like a proud teammate before heading out of the room as well.
âOne more thing.â
Semiu pauses in the doorway, hands resting on the double doors, surveying the crime scene-like state of the lounge. The sofa is toast, the coffee tableâs on life support, and there's a growing puddle under you, spilling over to slowly drip off its edge onto the floor.
âIf youâre just going to recklessly rawdog her, at least get her on the pill. Alice can sort that out tomorrowâright after you replace every piece of furniture youâve both annihilated.â
Enjin simply shrugs, taking another drag of his cigarette.
âI supposeâŚwe can stop by Aliceâs too.âÂ
Semiu just rolls her eyes, only to wrinkle her nose as a wave of stale air wafts by.
âAnd for the love of godâcrack a window. Smells like fresh ass in here.â
Once the doors finally click shut, Enjin rips his jacket off of you and smiles. Youâre still blissed out in lalaland while your pussy, Cumbringer, is clenching around him like she has one more go left in her.
Grabbing your arm, he pulls you up. Still sheathed inside you, he sits back on his knees, bringing you with him, your back pressed against his chest.
âMmmmâ*yawns* Was that Semiu on the call, Enj?â
Call? Oh, heh.
âHa, yeah baby girl, just Semiu on the line,â Enjin lies too easily.Â
Itâs for your own benefit thoughâno need to ruin your bliss with anything silly like embarrassment or shame from being walked-in on. Hell, unless Semiu says something, Enjin might be able to get away with not ever telling you.
âShe said they ran outta fries though. Iâll get ya some later, yeah? Jusâ need Cumbringer to clock in one more time, Princess...â
Enjin rocks his hips with yours in a slow wave and your pout melts, no longer caring about the fries. Your head tips back onto his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you.
âAh, mmmm, b-butângnh! She mentioned something about hotdogs and getting pills tomorrow? Is that a mission?â
Enjin hums to keep from laughing as he turns your face towards him. He smirks devilishly against your lips.
Distracting you with sweet chaste kisses, Enjin rubs gentle circles over your womb. Youâre gonna be so fucking hot waddling around HQ in your slutty ass uniform, tits leaking and belly full with his brats.Â
The only pill heâd get from Alice would be a fertility pill.
âNothing my slutty baby girl or my Cumbringer gotta worry about, Princess. Leave everything tâme.â
đđ§: ahh tysm for reading, especially if you are new to my writing. enjin brain rot is lethal. i needed to get this outta my system! jjk girlies forgive me for straying from my wip list and kinktober lol. definitely down to write more of him. i have a p2 and another enjin story (an AU) idea. but i have to focus on my jjk kinktober now! âĄ
also, in case anyone is wonderingâyes, reader's jinki is a labubu and yes, enjin just guilt tripped reader into growing him his own personal stash djhscjhdfj.
banner: mash up of official manga + rororogi mogera 'last mall' doujin panels.
mdni- Law professor! Higuruma x law student! reader
Your law professor Hiromi Higuruma is exhausted, he'd asked you to come for a meeting to discuss your upcoming internship with him - you were a top law student, after all, but he had no damn sleep and his coffee is too weak. He's eased back with his dark eyes shut, hands over his face, trying to wake himself up enough to see you.
It's hard to see you too, hard to even look at you, how fucking pretty you are makes his job difficult to say the least. You're a good twelve years younger, not that its' that much of an issue, the problem is you're his student.
He certainly can't cross that line, and he certainly can't jerk off every time he sees your thighs in your little pencil skirts, all professional and smiling as you bring him breakfast, lunch, fuck you're always bending over to give him something - and making him feel like a fucking depraved pervert. He tries not to think of you when he jerks his cock at night, but you flit through his mind.
How he'd fuck you right here on this desk, pump all his cum inside your pretty cunt. How he'd eat your surely cute little cunt, have your squirt all down his dress shirt, his tie, every inch covered in you. Fuck he'd bathe in it if he could.
Even now just thinking of seeing you has his cock throbbing, he's so tired he can't stop it like he usually can, jumping up when you walk in, clearing his throat and quickly sitting up, praying you don't get close enough to see the tent in his slacks. You smile all pretty, today your blouse is unbuttoned too much, hints of your tits peeking out as if to taunt him.
"Mr. Hiromi," you say softly, shutting the door behind you and holding two cups precariously. "I got your favorite espresso."
"Oh fuck I love you," you giggle when he panics, tired eyes lidded as they gaze down at your lips.
How would they wrap his cock?
"I mean..." He starts stammering just a bit, but you smile.
"I will take that," you tease, handing it to him, your fingertips brushing together when he takes it. You feel that heat shoot down into your tummy, a gnawing ache that's just constantly there for your professor -months of having to watch him lecture, watch him in court, your vibrator hates to see you coming after days you join him and watch him argue.
When he gets angry? Fuck.
He seems so calm but it's just brimming underneath the surface, he takes a sip and moans. "God that's good, so much better than the shitty coffee here."
"I figured so," you sip your own drink - much more foamy and sweet, handing him the documents he asked for. "Here you go."
"They can wait," he tosses them to the side now, sighing and leaning back in his chair. "It's the weekend, don't you have some party to go to or something? A date?"
"Nah I was just gonna watch Bridgerton and cuddle on the couch," you sit on his desk, crossing your legs, his gaze darts to them, fingers damn near twitching with how badly he wants to grip them.
"You're twenty three, shouldn't you be having fun?"
"As if you're so old," you tease, uncrossing them and swinging your ankles around just a bit. "But no, not my thing."
"I see," he tilts his head and leans close. "What season are you on?"
"You do not watch it!"
"Who says I don't," you're giggling all cute, ruining his muddled mind even further. "Okay I don't but I have heard of it."
"It's really good! You probably just rewatch Lincoln Lawyer on repeat."
"Tch," you're giggling again and drinking your cup. "You're right."
"Called it!" You hop down and nearly trip, he catches you buy your hips quickly, the coffee precariously falling but you some how catch it with both hands. "Oh I'm so sorry."
He says nothing, not when your tits are right in his face, and he can feel the curve of your waist, he hardly holds back a gutteral moan, not letting go. You set the coffee down with a shaky hand, heart hammering in your chest, stepping between his spread thighs now.
"Are you all right, Sir?"
"Don't fuckin' call me that," he rests his head on your waist now, exhaling and tugging you closer, nuzzling the little buttons of your bodice when your hand brushes back his messy dark locks. "You really should go."
"Oh? Why's that?" he chuckles just a bit, looking up at you underneath those lidded eyes, black from his pupils being blown out.
"If you stay I'll put a fucking baby inside you, how do you think your law career will be then?" You suck in a breath, thighs pressing together, filthy images fill his mind - pumping so many loads of cum in your cunt you can't walk without them dripping down your legs. "Go."
Your answer is to sink to your knees, he barely holds himself back when your fingers undo his zipper. "I don't want a baby yet but you can certainly say you wanna, you can cum inside me."
"God," he's hissing when you pull out his cock, the tip already leaking all that white he wants inside you. He holds your hair in a ponytail when you're flicking your tongue on his tip. "I won't give you special treatment in class, but I will fill you with all the cum you want."
"Mmm," you take him in your mouth now, sucking and watching him with your pretty eyes, he tugs your hair into a better ponytail, watching as you glide your throat down him. You're touching your clit over your panties as he starts to get mean with it, desperately rutting his hips up, hardly able to keep quiet.
"F-fuck, your slutty throat is that good? Sweetheart," he's mumbling now, your drool is spilling down his balls, tight and heavy, your nose brushing that dark pubic hair as you gag and choke on it. "Touching yourself? No."
He yanks your fingers off, you pull back with a wet pop, lips dripping with saliva and pre. "I need to cum, please Sir."
"You're asking for it," he grumbles - every time you call him that more pre spurts from his red, swollen tip, sucking you off your fingers, you gasp at the action, just to get tugged up by your hair to stand. "Turn around and lift your skirt f'me, hmm?"
This isn't meticulous, exhausted law professor Hiromi, this is dominant, commanding Hiromi with his big cock leaking, you eagerly obey and he sighs, sinking to his knees as you tug that skirt over the curve of your ass. He buries his face against your cunt, panties on and all, soaking wet already.
"You're already this wet? From sucking me?" Your answer is a muffled whine, trying not to let the entire college know that Hiromi is about to bury that long nose inside your cunt. "Prop that leg up - atta girl, there you go. Good job."
"F-fuck," you're clinging to his desk when he tugs your panties to the side, tongue lapping a fat stripe from your clit to your ass, slipping down to fuck into your quivering hole.
God you taste good - he can't get enough of it, the slick coating his tongue and lips, dripping down his chin. He parts your swollen folds to look at it winking right at him, cunt just gushing arousal in clear little drips that leak down your thighs. He licks it up greedy as it spills, and you're arching, begging for him.
"Please, inside," you're barely able to form a word when he nudges your twitchy clit with his nose, his papers just fucking scattering as you start clinging to the desk. "Mnh, please!"
"Shh, I'll give it to you," he leans up, turning your face to his - he's a gentleman and he hasn't kissed you yet, that just won't do. "Open."
You eagerly do what he asks, cock slapping against your ass with a loud thwack, your tongue out, he spits your juices right on it, closing your mouth and urging you to swallow, tip nudging that messy cunt, pressing in, she's so wet she's soaking his cock, dripping down onto the polished hardwood underneath.
He sinks his cock deep inside your walls, your head falls back, ragged little breaths escaping as your tongues swirl all messy, one of his hands tugging your thigh up even higher, bottoming out in one stroke. You can hardly take just how girthy his cock is, the tip kissing your cute cervix as he lets you adjust for just a moment.
"Feel better than I even imagined," you blush now - how cute you blush with cock inside you, walls quivering around him, his spit down your throat, when the door knocks and you tense up Hiromi just slams inside you harder.
"Ah!"
"Shh darling," he covers your mouth with his hand, fucking inside of you deeper, the wet squelch just echoing in his office. "Yes?"
"I need to talk about class tomorrow," it's professor Nanami, as soon as he talks your cunt pulses, Hiromi gets unreasonably jealous, his other hand toying with your twitchy clit.
"You're getting that wet from him?" You shake your head, but Nanami talks again and you're soaking his cock as it shoves fully in, balls smacking as he moves, the wet sounds obscene. "I don't share."
"Hiromi?" Nanami asks, his lips are on your ear as he lets your mouth go and you bite on your lip.
"Want him to know you're getting bred by your professor, pretty girl?" You do in fact, filthy thoughts are racing of fucking both your professors, though Hiromi is pounding your cunt so good you don't think you could handle more, his finger roughly pressing patterns on your clit faster. "Go ahead, cum."
"C-can't, psycho," you glare and Hiromi just smirks all tired, wrapping an arm around you to drag your messy hole right down him. "Mnh!"
"Is everything all right in there?"
"It's fine Nanamin, I'm just... wanting a nap, you know? Can I come see you in a f-fuck..." You're clenching too tight, he almost can't take it, cunt milking him for all he's worth. "In a few?"
"Always fucking napping and shit," Nanami sighs and stomps off, just in time for Higuruma's curved cock head to nudge your spot, you spasm and gasp out, barely able to cover your mouth in time, cunt squirting all down your thighs as your orgasm hits.
"Oh fuck, and you're a messy little law student, huh?" He's fucking you harder, pressing your back down so you arch even more, his fingers slipping inside your mouth. "Squirting just for me?"
"Mhm," you're nodding, letting him pin you down, your face next to those law books as he fucks you through it and into another orgasm, Hiromi's pinning your wrists down behind your back, moving harder, until you can't see.
No amount of masturbation prepared him for your needy, messy hole, nor how pliant and eager you are, letting him use your body however he wants. He hovers over you, lips brushing your temple tenderly as he moves his hips so goddamn mean. "I'll w-watch Bridgerton with you if you let me fill your cunt up."
You barely manage a laugh, turning your head as he lifts it by your hair and kisses you. "All seasons?"
"God anything, j-just wanna fill her up so full," you nod and Hiromi busts as if on cue, his messy white ropes all puffy and sticky in your slick walls, he's moaning desperately not even trying to be quiet. "Fuckin' taking all of it, want your cunt bred by me, hmm?"
You didn't think Hiromi would be filthy.
You didn't think he'd spit in your mouth, tell you he was gonna breed you or finger his cum back inside you. And you absolutely didn't think he'd actually come watch Bridgerton with you in your little off campus apartment, but he does. Though you're cockwarming him and he's torturing you, not letting you move.
Maybe Hiromi Higuruma is just a little sadistic.
****
that episode has me unwell
tagging my bbs @cupidstrace @kamiflix @uhnosav hehe
Synopsis. (!) Two assignments overdue: your law professor and your history professor.
Objective: After teasing them all semester, Professor Higuruma Hiromi and Professor Nanami KentoâŚsnap.Â
Time: At the same time.
Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader x Higuruma Hiromi
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, history professor!Nanami, law professor!Higuruma, college AU, youâre such a TEASE, driving them wiId, theyâre overworked, theyâre older, tutoring, STERN Nanami, fĂngering, rings, p sIapping, p talking, chokĂng, rĂdinâ Higurumaâs nose, oraI (m + âf), pĂşssydrunk Higuruma, manhandIing, dragging, running from it, bĂting, BOTH, fuII neIsons, bIindfolds, guessing, DP, SAME TIME, spĂtting, DĂMBlFICATlON, cervĂx smoochinâ, big stretches, theyâre FĂRAL, creampĂes, cĂşmpIay, slight cĂşmfIation, surprise at the end, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 13.2k
A/N. You babygirls said you wanted more law professor!Higuruma soâŚI said why not have BOTH?!
He had you next hour.
Professor Nanami Kento - head of the History Department, PhD with Distinction - had you in his next class.
And he wasnât even half as prepared as he should be: the coffee-maker in the staff room had broken down.Â
Goodness knows how many times the blond-haired man has haunted that very station. Slouched over, sighing, sipping on his seventh coffee of the day.Â
And although he could blame it all on the higher-ups and their stingy funding, or perhaps the frat boys of Delta Jujutsu Pi thatâve made it a challenge to sneak insideâhe blames you. He wouldnât even have latched onto such a respite had it not been for the way you made his blood pressure riseâŚin all sorts of ways.
Nanamiâs eyes glaze over, and his hand absent-mindedly drifts between his legs. Perhaps if he got his pent-up energy out firstâŚ
âKento.â A knock at his cubicle. And Nanami jolts his hand away as though it burned-Â
It was Professor Higuruma Hiromi.
The head of the Law Department. Also PhD with Distinction. The man with dark circles and even darker suits, all prim and poised as he waded through the hallways with his stacks of documentsâof course, Nanami was one for suits, as well.Â
They really brought out his broad shoulders- at least, thatâs what you told him.
Another reason why he needs the coffee.
Fuck.Â
Nanami attempts to even out his breathing as he looks up. âHiromi.â
If Higuruma thought anything of Nanamiâs startled reaction, he makes no indication. Instead he holds up a slim file in his hand, âAre you free? Could you help me with looking over this essay?â
âOf course.âÂ
They were the only two in the staff room right now, besides- anything to take his mind off of you.
Nanami adjusts the gold-rimmed glasses on his face before he takes the file from him. Flipping it open to find a jumble of justice and law jargon that his history-inclined brain balks atââI never thought youâd want a history professorâs opinion on an essay aboutâŚâ He squints at the title, â-the scope of judicial power and judicial review. Does this have any names of 14th century shoguns that you need me to check?â
âNo- no.â Higuruma runs a hand down his face, though Nanami gets the impression that it wasnât for him. Rather it was for whatever ravaged at the man inside- making him look up at the ceiling with a hollow sighââMan, I need some coffee today.â
âUnderstandable.â Nanami pushes his glasses up.
âThe machineâs broken, right?â
âRight.â
Higuruma only lets out another sigh that Nanami relates to well.
âIf it helps, Dean Yaga said itâd be fixed by tomorrow.â Nanami attempts- he never was the type of sociable guy some of the other professors were. But he gets the feeling that Higuruma was the same.
He runs a hand down his face one last time- âThatâs too late, I have tutoring this evening withâŚâ And how Nanami Kento related to that, as well. Before he seems to shake himself out of it- somewhat. âItâs alright, could you just check the grammatical and citation stuff for me?â
âOf course.â As Higuruma leans against the partition and waits, the other professor skims through the writing. It wasnât half bad, to be quite honest, and had it been for his own class then he wouldâve given it an Aânone too many mistakes except for the odd careless error. At least it was human-made.Â
After a while of silence, Nanamiâs partway through the conclusion when he asks. âDid you happen to get tired of looking through so many essays?â
âNo, itâs justâŚâ The dark-haired man sighs once more- for about the twelfth time since he came in. â-this student, you know?â
Nanami nodsâhe did know. âTrouble student?â
âNot quite.â He almost gulps.
Nanami narrows his eyes. âDoesnât attend?â
âNo, she attends every class.â
âThen what?â He leans back in his chair, essay forgotten now. âThe legacy kid? The credit-chaser? The class clown that isnât actually funny?â
Higuruma cuts through them all with a fierce shake of his head. âNo, no, and noââ Almost gulping. âItâs just that this student is a littleâŚdistracting.â
The tips of his ears were red.
Instantly, Higuruma looks like he regrets it.
âF-forget I said anything-â
He does.
But Nanami looks squarely at the other man.
âI have a student like that, too.â
The law professor looks at him in wary interest. âOh?â
âMy star student, actually.â Pushing his glasses up, he opens up one of his cabinets and pulls out a thick, paper-stuffed file. And though Nanami Kento does collect his studentsâ work for the semester to review, he never does keep them quite so close - none other than yours.
Higuruma looks through them with slightly widened eyes. âAll hers?â
Nanami nods, âSo diligent that itâs almost distracting.â
Higuruma pulls out an empty chair beside Nanami and sits. Legs spread. Dark eyes thoughtful. âMine, too.â He startsââNever have I had a student ask for so many hours of extra tutoring.â
âMineâs basically set up a tent in my office.â Nanami chuckles- though he canât deny the slight pang it sends down to his cock. âAlways taking on more assignments for extra credit, always answering questions first-â
âAlways first in class and last to leave?â
âExactly.â Nanami agrees. And he leans a hand on his desk as he watches the other man go through those papers - they were some of his most prized possessions, he feared to admit. Words from your heart. Swooping slashes of ink from your hands.
It was a part of you in those papers that Nanami Kento held dear to him- fuck, it was a part of you that sometimes heâd bring up to his greedy nose and sniff. Almost as if he could feel your skin through these very parchments.
It made him so fuckinâ hard.
But Higuruma didnât need to know that.
Though the careful manner in which he handled those papers - how he leaned in just a little to drown in the ink - made him wonderâŚ
âAlways wearing the skimpiest skirt to class?â
And the other man looks up in shock- as though conveying something in his silence. Oh.
He flips the file over to look at the name typed-out on the cover, and it readsâyours. Ultimately, he continuesââA-always sittinâ in the front row with her legs spread just a bit?â
Nanami nods. âAlways leaning over the desk when she has to speak in private.â
Thereâs a slight hardening within Higurumaâs eyes - though not of any unpleasant kind - itâs almost as if something deep and carnal was stirring awake right now. âAlways wearing the prettiest black lace underneath?â
âShe wears baby pink for me.â Nanami canât help but smile.
âFuck.â Higuruma runs a hand down his face again- and if Nanami didnât know any better then he wouldâve sworn that the other professor looked even more weary than when he first came in here. âAnd her panties-â
âMatching set.â Nanami responds without missing a beat - and he knows heâs some olâ pervert for this.Â
He knows he is.Â
But he also knows about the smile thatâd spread across your face the moment youâd realized heâd seen. âBent over too low when picking her pen up one class.â
âFuckingâfuck.â Higuruma sounds agonized.
Nanami leans back in his chair, making it bounce a little bit. With a slightly breathless sigh leaving him, and his cock hardening even more in his pantsâheâs forced to manspread under the table a little more. âSheâs a needy lilâ thing, isnât she?â
âThatâs putting it lightly.â Higurumaâs lips quirk up into a sensual smile - as if he was reminiscing on the memories. âWanting to fuck her professors? Seriously?â
âBelieve sheâs thought of both of us at the same time?â
âDonât even say that-â The law professor looks around, even though there was no one else here. Looking back at the man with somewhat pleading eyes, âI have tutoring with her this evening. If I canât even fucking grade her essay without getting a hard-on then what dâyou think will happen if Iâm thinking of thatâ?â
âOhâŚâ Nanami hums to himself, hands lacing in front of him. The coffee-machine really was broken. â-maybe that wonât be an issue.â
Higuruma glances at him with furrowed brows, âHow so?â
âWhat time is your tutoring with her?â
âYou meanâŚâ
The blond man shrugs coyly- âIâm not implying anythingâŚbut which one of us two do you think is her favorite?â
âAnd people think youâre the gentleman of us two.â Higuruma grumbles but ultimately spits out the time. It seems youâd opted for tuition classes with your law professor in the after-hoursâwhen the offices were snug, and the department was empty. And he feels his cock perk up at the fact- how many times has he raced back home to plunge into a cold bath after your tuition classes? How many times has his shower heard your name whispered? âIâm most definitely the favorite, by the way-â
So lost in his thought, Nanami nearly doesnât catch the sentence. He looks over at Higuruma. âDoes she call you âsirâ, too?â
âShe does.â
âWell, then weâll find out, wonât we?â
.
.
.
The two hottest professors on campus.
Higuruma Hiromi (38) with his sleek-cut suits, his polished shoes, and those sleepy eyes that seemed to stare into the depths of your soul. The depths of your body - exposed underneath him. He was a stern teacher, not afraid to make you do an assignment over and over and over againâŚ(and you gladly would). Higurumaâs justice classes made youâŚwet you had to admit, hearing him bark out simulations of court cases. Orders. Commands.Â
You could practically hear a sigh echo out across the room every time he acted out his attorney days.Â
Every time he banged his gavel down made your knees weak.
It was no wonder that students in the law department tittered nâ scattered any time the ruggedly handsome professor walked past.Â
On the other hand was your history professor.Â
Nanami Kento (31) with his beefier build, his strong arms, his gentle eyesâtwinkling down kindly upon you every time he corrected a mistake. Which - you have to confess - youâve made a few more times than you really had to, just to feel his molten gaze upon you again and again. He often caused your heart (and something else entirely) to flutter at the deep musicality of his voice, managing to make even the most boring of history passages something interesting. Something that swept the class up easily.
Nanami was reputed around campus for being a complete gentleman - never looking down upon someone, never letting them walk in after him, never letting them pay him a compliment without receiving a sweet one back.Â
The dream husband.
The stern and the nice.
Both of them- frat guys hated them.
It hadnât been intentional to join both their classes- honest!Â
But after seeing them on your first day, how could you not commit to maintaining a spotless attendance? You had a sneaking suspicion that the rest of the class behaved in the same manner for much the same reason - though none took it quite as far as you.
The skirts. The extra credit. The bending.
Speaking honestly, you were a teacherâs pet. Through and through.
And the tightness in their pants whenever you left a class told you- they were the best professors. To you, that is.
Which is why youâd been a little less than happy when Professor Higuruma had told you that someone might be joining your weekly tutoring.Â
Invigilated tutoring?Â
What the hell was invigilated tutoring?!
You admit that youâd been forced to hold back a groan of disappointment. Picking such late hours had been a conscious decisionâright up there with those tight pencil skirts that you knew your law professor loved but would never admit to.
Professor Nanami was more the type to like free, flirty pleats that barely reached your thigh - and you loved the way his eyes would follow them behind those glasses of his. Even though he pretended they didnât.
And right now you were wearing a mix of both.
Tight on top, flared at the bottom
Seated opposite his desk - thighs shut, skirt pulled down as low as it would go - more concentrated than youâd ever been during one of these tutoring sessions. Itâs been about half an hour since the start of todayâs tuition. Higurumaâs office was a cosy space, decked out in the most expensive-looking mahogany banisters, and shelves, and a witness box in the far corner.
It gleamed at the lightâdown knowingly at you, almost as if waiting for you to make a move.
But how could you? If there was a potential visitor, then you didnât want to risk Higurumaâs job- as much as you loved teasing your two hot professors, it wouldnât do to get them fired!
So you kept your hands and your skirts to yourself.
And even Higuruma himself had his eyes raised, possibly wondering why you hadnât leaned over his desk or lingered a touch at his shoulder for help.
But oh, how you wanted toâŚ
The professor looks down at his watch, âHeâs late.â
Youâre glancing at the closed door, âMaybe the invigilator isnât coming?â
âOh, he will.â Higuruma crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. âTrust me, he wonât miss this.â
A shiver runs down your spine.
You wondered what made him so sure.
And yet, you edge closer over the desk to him anyways.
Itâs about forty-five minutes into your tutoring session when the door youâve been sneaking glimpses of this entire time- clicks! And a looming figure walks into the room, his figure nearly taking up the whole frame.
Your jaw drops as you realizeâ
Itâs Professor Nanami.
âAh- Kento.â Higuruma beckons him over warmly- and youâre nearly suffering from whiplash from watching the two interact. These two are close?! Professor Nanami had been completely normal during your last class, if just a little more distracted than usual - and what was this? âWeâve been waiting.â
He looks at you as he says this.
âI had to penalize a student for missing a few assignments.â Nanami says smoothly, before bringing up a chair beside you and taking his seat. His movements were fluid and precise - as if he wasnât questioning for a single moment why you were here so late, why you were dressed like that for him, and why you were so damn close.
Youâd been staring into his handsome face for so long that he clears his throat. âContinue.â
âS-sir?â Youâre chirping- and in your peripheral vision, Higuruma shuffles in his chair.
âContinue.â Nanami repeats in a stern tone. You donât think youâve ever heard him sound like thatââJust as you are. I would like to take notes for teaching my own classes.â
âYou heard what he said.â Higuruma nods- and now youâre looking his way to see the most knowing smile on his face. âContinue, angel.â
Your thighs squeeze at the pet name.
Nanami quirks a blond brow and notes something down.
And so youâre ducking back into your workâ
âYour blouse button is undone.âÂ
Slightly gasping, youâre reaching down to fix it-
âNo, donât button it.â He interrupts you with his low tone, gravelly with something you canât pinpoint. Youâre looking up at Nanami to find his gaze unwavering from you already- âI was merely noting it. Nothing to fix.â
âBut-â
âYou unbutton it for my class, too, donât you?â He asks, and youâre unsure what to say-
âAnswer when your teacher speaks to you.â Higurumaâs humming tone echoesâand from the sound of it, he was thoroughly enjoying this. He cocks his head down at you, âOr havenât they taught you that yet?â
âTh-they have.â Youâre squirming in your seat, a slight heat simmering in your stomach. You turn to Nanami, âAnd I do.â
âHm.â With nothing more said- he writes something else down in his notes.
And you think youâre in the clear.
For now.
Itâs barely a few sentences later on your work that Nanami speaks up again-
âYour feet are touching his.â
You pull away-
âYouâve been writing the same sentence over and over.â
Your hand pauses-
âYour thighs are parted more so than before.â
Immediately, youâre smacking them back shut again- you hadnât even realized. And how the hell had Nanami even seen?
And you could practically hear the smug smile in his voice - so unlike everything you know of him - as he continues. âAnd your bra is peeking out.â
âNever seen one before?â You mutter underneath your breath, just about to fix your collar (that youâd very purposefully left open)â
Before Nanamiâs voice cuts through again. âNever seen one of yours in black before, is what.â Even as youâre looking at him in slight sensual shock- he doesnât look up from his papers. âWhat happened to the baby pink you show-off in my class?â
And Higuruma merely leans back and smiles. âBlack is my favorite color, remember?â
âHow could I forget?â The history professor answers.
âThough I myself am curious about this baby pink of yoursâŚâ
And you have nothing else to do but gape- they knew.Â
Oh, how they both knew by now.
And by the looks in their eyes, theyâd been dying for this very moment.
To confront how youâd been toying nâ teasing them all semester through now- enough so that theyâve apparently begun trading secrets about their unruly star student. You knew that Higuruma tended to have his ears grow hot and red any time he bumped into you in the hallway, and that Nanami would loosen his tie as if undressing whenever you wore a particularly scandalous thing to class - but you hadnât known theyâd been pushedâŚto this extent.
And you were glad for it.
So you sighâslouching back in your chair. âSo you both know. What now then? Do I get written up or something?â
But Nanami only looks at you through his glasses. âSit up straight.â
Heâs never uttered a command like that in his entire life during your usual lectures. And when you donât move - merely looking at the blond man with raised brows - Higuruma pipes up. âYou best listen to him now, angel.â
âOh please.â Fluttering your lashes at them both. âAnd whatâre you gonna do about it?â
Higuruma looks at Nanami.
Nanami calmly puts his notes down on the otherâs table, and looks at you.
âWhy-â He pushes his glasses up his handsome nosebridge. â-teach you a lesson, of course.â
âBoth of you?â You could feel the elated giggles bubbling up in your throat- and you could feel the space between your legs start to grow wetter already. Looking between both of themââDo it then.â
And then itâs a blur - you donât know where Higurumaâs lips end and yours begin. Heâs reached over the surface of his desk to kiss you like a starved man- and he groooans into that very kiss like you were the sweetest thing heâs ever tasted. Hand on your cheek.Â
The tips of his canines start nibblinâ on your lower lip- and youâre kissing him back even deeper. âShit-â Higurumaâs husky tone scorches across your face, âShit, Iâve been wanting to do this for so fucking long.â
âMmm, you kiss like husband material.â Youâre giggling into the kiss. Both of your hands end up on his shoulders, and you could feel the shifting of his muscles through his slim suit.Â
âShit- and you talk like trouble.â He echoes out in an almost pained tone- like every second that his lips were away from yours ached.Â
And those plump, pursed lips press against yours once moreâso much sweeter than you would have expected this booming lawyer to kiss. Heâs using the hand on your cheek to tilt down your chin- âMay I?â Before the short nod you give lets him slither his tongue in wetly, lappinâ at your sweetest taste. âShit, youâre really like sugar on my tongue.â
And youâre whining into the fervent kiss, letting it go on for a few more minutes before youâre breaking away with the most lecherous plop! And a thoroughly flushed professor chasing after your lips drunkenly-
âAnd what about youâŚâ Youâre kissing down Higurumaâs sharp jawline, looking at the other man whoâd been sitting quietly this entire time. â-sir? Havenât you wanted to kiss me even once this semester?â
Nanami shivers but he hides it well. Uncrossing his legs and revealing the most rock-hard, aching bulge between his legsââKiss? Perhaps.â
And youâre gulping at the sight.
Higuruma scoffs out a slight burst of laughter. âPerhaps.â
âBut Iâm a gentleman, my love.â Nanami continues, leaning back in that luxurious armchair. He takes off his coat to reveal a pale blue button-up, and beneath that was revealed the most chiselled body youâve ever seen. He pushes his sleeves up to his elbows and beckons towards you. Manspread. Lap so welcoming. âWhich means Iâve thought of far, far worse.â
Higuruma - with a final sloppy kiss plastered across your mouth - lets you walk over to Nanami.
Which you do on wobbly legs- plopping down unceremoniously on his lap. More than enough space there for you. He wastes no time bending you into shape in his strong arms, flipping you around to face the other man, and spreading your legs wiiiiiiide open-
Riiiiiipâ!
âWhoops.â Nanamiâs thoroughly unapologetic tone gruffs against the shell of your ear. Two of his vein-covered forearms were hooked underneath your elbows, and Nanami looks on boredly at the clean split down your skirtââI always thought youâd look better without these anyway.â
Before heâs spreading your legs even further across his lap. Tearing it even more.
Exposing you for nothing but your tremblinâ legs and those drenched panties. Pretty black in color.Â
So lacy that it was practically nothing.
Higurumaâs eyes widen, âDirty girl.â
Nanami breathes, âNo, thatâs called being a slut.â And shock runs through your body at his words- at Nanami âGentlemanâ Kentoâs words. Before itâs suddenly overtaken by the sudden feeling of him smearinâ aside your panties and stuffinâ his fingers inside.
Those thick crowns dooooown to the golden ring on his middle finger.
They were long and thick. Swirling and swirling the tip of his digit right âround your clit- and when youâre shuddering and unable to take it any longerâhe pulls away and licks off that excess slick with a slurp!
Humming to himself as though it was the greatest delicacy in the world. âOne thing you should know about me, darling, is that just because Iâm gentleman-â And youâd been so caught up in his ragged tone, you didnât even realize that heâd snaked his hand back down between your legs. â-doesnât mean that Iâm not depraved.â
And heâs ending off the sentence not with a full stop- no, but with a sudden shove of his fingertips between your folds. So swollen nâ sweet with slick.
You buck and he lurches his hand out to slap you on top of your pussylips.
âDown, darling.â
âPleaseâŚâ You donât even know what youâre begging for.
But Nanamiâs mouth waters already at the sound of it, and heâs keeping it at bay by pushing nâ pulling on the first ring of muscle at your cunt. âI said down.â
Head throwing back against his collarbone. âOh.â
Fucking you with just the first inches of his fingers- âIt doesnât mean that mânot desperate.â Continuing as though your eyes werenât bulging, as though your legs werenât shaking, as though you werenât arching off of his muscular chest. âIt doesnât mean that mânot ready to debase this pussy like she deserves.â
âY-you meanââ Youâre hiccuping, eyes starting to water at the sheer raw stretch. It was the type that left your pussy burning in the most delicious way - the feeling of having Nanami Kentoâs scourinâ fingertips eager to enter your cunt. â-that whole gentleman thing was just a lie?â
âItâs not.â He responds. Final. His blond strands fall over his forehead as he keeps his eyes locked on your glistening hole, scissoring his fingers at that entrance nâ spreading you even wider. âIâm niceâŚâ
Adding in a third finger before youâre even registering his second.
â-to everyone but this slutty pussy, that is.â
âSh-shitââ Mewling at the top of your lungs, youâre clawing down Nanamiâs strong forearms. They were the perfect thing to hold onto- just about the only thing you could hold onto as he utterly ruined your pussy with short, jerking thrusts.
Bulging the sides of your velvety walls open with his globular tips.
Cold metal ring shocking you.
So thick that he manages to probe into a few of your sensitive spots without even trying. Dragging his flexible fingers across every inch of you.
Scissoring and opening up and scissoringâdeep.
Tears track down your cheeks at the sheer stimulation.
âGo easy on her, Kento.â Higuruma canât help but groan at the sight of your pretty crying face. And soon enough, youâre hearing the metallic clinking of a belt buckle- âDonât want to break our star student, now, do we?â
Nanami purrs against your temple. âMmm, I donât mind.â
âJust remember that sheâs tutoring with me.â
The sound of Higurumaâs belt hitting the polished wooden floorboards is enough to make your eyes startle open- and oh, how youâre so glad it did.
Because then youâre greeted with the sight before you: of Higuruma Hiromi in utter ecstasy. All because of you.
Heâd taken your seat from prior, chair angled perfectly to face the show taking place in front of him.Â
Where Nanami had your legs spread aaaaaall the way as far as they would go - until Nanami could hear your joints threatening to pop - and facing the dark-haired man. His dark eyes glinted as they stared down at your glistening hole, swallowing Nanamiâs rams easily.
Slurps nâ squelches emanating like music.Â
Cunt dripping everywhere over the history teacherâs tight trousers. And the larger that puddle you were forming seemed to grow, the harder Nanamiâs hammerinâ pace seemed to become.Â
You could barely keep your eyes open long enough to see Higuruma tug down his black pants- that throbbing erection of his making an appearance. He wraps his hands around his thickened base and starts tugging, soft grunts leaving his mouth at the rapid pull-pull-pull of his cock. âShit, sheâs so fucking wet- be a little nicer with that pussy oâ hers, would you?â
âHmmmâŚI donât think she deserves it.â And with that said, Nanami plants yet another sodden spank on top of your cunt. Ring grazing your front- âShe hasnât learned her lesson yet, has she?â
That stinging sensation zaps throughout your entire body and makes you buck. âI-I haveââ
Before yet another thwack! of Nanamiâs calloused fingertips follow.
Harder, this time.
âI was talking to this pussy, actually.âÂ
And he doesnât even wait for the primal sting to pass by before openinâ your cunt up and thrusting his fingers inside again. In and out.
Push after push into your gooey depths.
Youâre so sensitive nâ wet by this point that even the slightest movements have you emanating out the loudest sounds. Squelches upon squelchesâevery time heâs hitting a spot deep inside your hole. âMhmmâŚmmmhm.â You could feel Nanamiâs head slightly nodding above your own, as if locked deeply in a conversation with your pussyâs sounds. Just one whine of yours and heâs spankinâ on you once more- âWait your turn, my love. Sheâs talking tâme.â
And Higuruma- ah, Higuruma has the audacity to snicker at the action. âNow thatâs just bullying, Kento.â
âIs it?â Heâs slappinâ down on your pussylips once more. Listening for the sound, âShe says it isnât so.â
Youâre sending a narrowed glare his way that makes the law professor roll his eyes fondly.
âOh, alright alright-â And he half-heartedly waves off at his colleague. âBe a little nicer to my dear student, wonât you?â
âSpoiled brat.â Yet another spank. Nanami sinks his canines into the shell of your ear, and heâs tugginâ and teasingâheâs spreading his legs even further and settling you down. With your back against his rippling chest, he pushes and pushes his greedy fingers inside your pussy. âAnd why do you think you- hah, deserve that, huh? Havenât you been fucking torturing us all semester long now?â
Higuruma groans. âCanât deny that, angel.â His hands fly even faster up and down his cock- ravaged and reddened with need.Â
âMhmmmm.â The blond-haired man agrees, âHavenât you been wearing those slutty skirts expecting to get fucked in them? Havenât you- fuck, havenât you been wearing that damn lingerie hoping weâd take a peak? Arenât I right?â
He waits for your pussy to answer first- and then youâre answering. âI-I mean-â Attempting to.
âHavenât you been bendinâ over and shit just because you wanted to show up in our wildest dreams? To consume our thoughts and make our cocks twitch?â
âWell-â
âAnd we did.â Higuruma pipes up next. He was so needy that he was practically bucking off of his chair, making it creak with movement. Short, jerky thrusts.
âOh, yes we did.â Nanami continues. He leans down to your ear, as if exposing a secret- âIâd look forward to our classes everyday, my love. Iâd have to fuck my fist raw before class- just so I wouldnât fuck you senseless in front of everyone like how you were begging me to.â
Higuruma moans as he thumbs down the line of his flared tip - that pinkish, slippery line. He twitches as though heâs near to cumming already. âMe- me, tooâŚâ
âAnd you still expect me to be a gentleman?â
Youâre restless, opening your mouth to defend yourself andâ
Nanami only leans down and spits a glittery wad of spit between your pursed lips. âDonât talk when the teacherâs talking, darling.âÂ
And your ears pop with pressure-
Heâs hittinâ the plushness of his palm against your pussy with a loud smack! Smearing the curves nâ divots of his fingers dooooooown and up your walls, down and up.
His crown fingertips reach for your deepest innards- and you swear you can feel him stroking your very cervix. Runninâ his frigid ring across your walls.
Drawing a few lines and marking his placement right back there, before he tunnels his digits at a frenzied pace - fingers almost nothing but a pale blur between your legs. His speed is so feverish that it leaves your sheen tricklinâ all down your thighs.
Trickling and trickling andâ
And then you feel Nanami hook his fingers against your g-spot.
The pleasure shoots up your body like a lightning strike, âO-oh my godâright there, Kento.â
âKento? Whoâs Kento?â Nanami doesnât even falter his fingering to answer, cooing in that tone that youâd almost mistake for something sweet. âI think you meant sir-â
âSâfuck.â
âSay it.â He huffs against the side of your face. Teeth almost out for blood- âSay it. Call me âsirâ or you donât get to cum.â
âIââ
âSay it.â Higuruma, to your surprise, echoes from his seat. Where he had his gaze burning into your spread-open pussy nâ his mouth drooling at the vision of youââSay it, angel. I need to see that pretty pussy cum.â Hands rubbing faster and faster-Â
âShe deserves to cum, mhm.â Nanami nods. âBut do you, huh?â
âI-I do.â Youâre nodding up at your desperate professors. One just barely in your line of vision- but his fingers were working up such a storm. His slightly-tanned arms pinning you down, working your pussy open, hitting that target of your g-spot like a cute button. Again and againâ
Blond hair ruffled. Glasses slipping down his sweaty nosebridge.
And then the other one that was just creaminâ his precum down his hands. With his hands on his swollen erection - one of them creating a tunnel for him to fuck his fist, the other flattening over his dribblinâ divot to stop from cumming already.Â
Sleepy eyes half-lidded. His pale thighs shivering as they bucked nâ rutted.
And the vision itself is enough to make you cum- but then again it just felt so good on Nanamiâs hands, and underneath Higurumaâs gaze. So you canât help but let your lips wobble openââP-please let me cum-â Stars bursting behind your vision once Nanami presses down on your clit as well. â-sirs.â
The two older men look at each other.
âSirs?â Higuruma asks, voice breathless with ecstasy.
âShe just begged for both of us.â Nanami grumbles out - though not quite unhappily. It made his cock twitch deep in his pants to have you whimperinâ like this, and he continues. âAlright then, you slutty pussy.â
And it takes only a few more strokes - a few more direct thrashes along your g-spot - for you to hurtle straight into your high.
Itâs so strong that youâre seeing white behind your eyelidsâand your mouth blabbers out an unintelligible combination of both professorsâ names. Toes curling. Sweat beading down your temple.
Nanami holds you down as youâre thrown through wave upon wave of your orgasm, your hips bucking up and down desperately. Riding throughout your bliss- and if that wasnât already enough, he counts underneath his breath to measure how long it takes between your peaks of euphoria. Before hittinâ away at your g-spot just in time with each one.
The sensations that take you over are just incredible.
And your head falls back limply against Nanamiâs shoulder.
Shivering. Almost as if you were in heat- and your pretty pussy gushes out honeyed slick as though to give credit to that statement.
Lavishing Nanamiâs open thighs with all your sapâHiguruma eyes the mess and gulps. âKento, give me a taste of that.â
Nanami scoffs. âIn due time.â
âKento, I need her pussy on my face now.â
Slowly but surely, youâre fluttering your eyes open at the feeling of being shuffled around - only seeing the beautiful, brown eyes of Higuruma Hiromi staring down at you. When did he get so close?
âHiromi?â Youâre blubbering out stupidly, still suffering from the aftershocks of your previous high. Those zapping bursts of electricity made your thighs twitch sensitively- âI mean- sir?â
Higuruma shivers, âYou trained her well, Kento.â
âMhmmmââ Nanami noses down the column of your throat proudly.
âMaybe now itâs time for a reward then, huh?â
Youâre perking up. âYes, please.â
Nanami snickers. âYou spoil her.â
And in almost no time, youâre finding yourself handed off to the law professor - Nanami stands up and gets off of the armchair. While Higuruma takes his place-Â
At least, thatâs what you think is going to happen.
But what ends up happening instead is that Higuruma seats you down on the chair, letting your barely-clothed pussy rub up against the cushion. Something in his eyes gleams at the way youâre squirming, and he speaks to you in a gentle tone. âCan you turn around and hold the headrest fâme, angel? Be a good girl fâme?â
âA-alright?â Confused, youâre just doing what he says. He meant that you had to turn and climb your knees onto the seat, ass turned towards the professors, back slightly arched.
âMmm, good.â Higuruma admires the view. âArch that back just a little more fâme now, alright?â
âLike this?âÂ
And still not sure what he was about to do, you can only follow his commands. It almost feels like a doggy position- and you hold onto the wooden headrest for dear life.
âMhmmm.â
And Nanamiâs the first to mutter to himself, âDonât tell me youâreâŚâ He takes in the sight of you - with your front resting against the backrest of the chair. You have your spine bent, your ass cheeks displayed for them, your cunt not quite on the seatââHiromi, you dirty dog.â
âCouldnât help myself.â Steadily, Higurumaâs kneeling on the floor.Â
Thereâs no warning before he then shoves his face nose-deep into your cunt- straight from behind.Â
Higuruma grabs onto either side of your ass cheeks, his prominent nose curvinâ up the slit of your pussy. Heâs using his grip on you to draaaag you further down onto his faceââMhmmmâspread those legs.â
Heâs muttering.
Heâs spitting- stern lips pursing and letting out a rivulet of saliva.
It strikes vertically down your cunt before Higurumaâs running his fat tongue over it. Smearing around the mess heâs made- but most importantly, smearing around the mess that youâve made.
Youâre whining as Higurumaâs textured tastebuds seem to take over your pussy. All the way from the plumpness of your folds, and then dipping between them to tease your hole- youâre still so sensitive from the massage that Nanamiâs fingers had simmered into you. And youâre trembling your thighs further open, âP-please- fuck-â
âIâm a lawyer so Iâm really good with my tongue, yâknow?â Higuruma pants out, scorching hot against your needy pussy. âBut that means my fees are high, too-â
âA-and what are your fees?â Youâre sobbing out.
âMmmmâŚâ He takes the time to thinkâand by that, you mean that he rovers his mouth over where your clit was throb-throb-throbbing. The law professor takes his sweet time spreadinâ open your pussylips with his tongue, before letting his tongue flop out nâ draaaaaag down your clit-
And his next words are so lecherously muffled. âRide my nose raw, sugar.â
You gasp.
In the background, you can hear a gruff bout of laughter that notably doesnât belong to Higuruma.
You grip onto the headrest of the chair harder than ever- because in a split-second, Higurumaâs thumbinâ your folds open and stuffing your hole all full of his tongue.Â
So loooong and slick- curving right against the roof of your pussy. It makes you jolt to feel his honed, flexible tip zig-zagging its way down your channelâmazing and mazing inside that itâs as though his wet muscle was never-ending.
Higuruma Hiromi was damn ravenous.
He feels your knees start to slip away from him- and he claws his fingers deep into the globes of your ass cheeks to pull you back. Uncaring if youâre whining for mercy- âA-arenât you supposed to be the nice one, sir?â
âSpoiled.â Nanamiâs voice echoes from the distance.
âMmm- keep calling me that, yeah?â Groans wrenching from the back of his throat at the mere sound of that title being said in your pretty voice. How nice it was to make you beg. âAnd noââ
âNo?â
âI am being nice by letting you ride my nose, arenât I?â His head jerks just a little upwards to look at you- and Higuruma can just barely make out the shock on your face. âI know how much youâve wanted to ride it-â
âHiromi-â
âEver since ya fuckinâ met me, huh?â His rough tone vibrates through every vessel of your body- pushed even further by the constant swabbinâ he was doing inside. Swab after swab. âEver since ya first saw me- donât think I didnât see how you stared at me.â
Youâre clawing further up the headrest. âB-but how did you know-â
âOh, angelâŚâ Higuruma almost chuckles. Something dark and depraved- âIf I was wrong then you wouldnât be so fucking wet- I can barely breathe.â
Both of his roughened palms plaster around your thighs. Draaaagging you bodily - as though you were nothing against him - to glue your pussylips to his own lips.
He makes out with your pussy like a man parched.
âAnd I donât need to.â
Your vision blurs with pleasure as Higuruma spreads your folds perfectly apart- and starts ramminâ his tongue into you wildly. Thick and thirsty for the taste of your sweet, sweet juicesâany time that even a mere droplet of your sap starts to drip down your thighs- you can best believe that Higuruma was whipping his head down to slurp it up. âHarder.â
âI-I am-â
âFaster.â
âFuck-â
âRaw, I said raw.â
Practically addicted to it.Â
Heâs pussydrunk in with just a few sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. And you yourself can feel your pupils start to circle inside the whites of your eyes.
Spreading yourself even further on the chair to meet his utterly ravenous mouth-
âDidnât forget about me now, did you?â
Nanami Kento sounds the closest heâs been since he had you on his fingers- which could feel like minutes, hours, days ago by now. It takes you significant effort to blink away the clingy film of tears on your eyes, and youâre opening them to find that he was actuallyâŚstanding right in front of you.
Nanami had rounded the side of the armchair - and if you looked up, there his handsome face was. So now you have your law professor at your behind, and your history professorâs crotch in front of your face. His pants much too tight.Â
His cock thick and throbbing underneath there.
Clasping onto the headrest of the chair, if you raised your head juuuuust a little then youâd be able to mouth over the twitching erection he hid underneath there. âK-Kento?â
Nanami looks down at you through his gold-rimmed glasses. Grinning at your teary expression, âOnly a few minutes with your nice teacher nâ youâve already forgotten your manners, my love?â His hand falls to his formal pants, âGuess we have to go back to lesson one.â
âO-ohâŚâ
Nanami had already unbuckled his belt and lets it drop to the floorâclink! Followed right along with the popping of his buttons, it doesnât take too long before youâre face-to-face with his rock-hard bulge. Achingly hard. Almost painfully hard.
Barely held together by his boxers, he seeps out such volumes of precum that it creates a dark patch on the silken fabric. It glistens just a bit under the dim lighting of the office- something that makes you gulp.
And something that makes Higuruma nudge his tongue even deeper inside of you- shit, you could feel yourself growing more aroused. And he could taste it.
âDid you know she gets sweeter nâ sweeter the wetter she gets?â Higuruma slurs from in-between your legs, latching onto your clit with a loud squelch! âAnd you wonât believe itâŚbut right now she tastes like the tastiest strawberry candy- heh.â
âIs that so?â Nanamiâs nose crinkles as he looks down at you. Heâs admiring that drunken expression on your face for a little bit, before reaching his right hand down and clasping at the back of your head. âFilthy girl.âÂ
You shiver. âC-canât help it-â
âAh ahânot another word out of you.â The blond-haired man continues. His grip tightens- âI expect you not to speak when your professor is speaking-â
Cocking his head just a little, Nanami takes a glance at the famished way that Higuruma was kissinâ between your legs. Gasping. Gulping.
He had his mouth gaped wide open and was dragging it across every inch of your pussy that he could reach- sticking that long tongue of his between your pussylips. Youâre almost sandwiching his tastebuds for a bit before he manages to flicker his tastebuds inside againâthen in and out, in and out, in and out.
Faster than before.
Reeling back out to slap! your pussy with the flat surface of his tongue.
Then probinâ back in again.
Higurumaâs just being so loud-
â-and when this pussy is speaking.â The rest of the history professorâs sentence makes you gasp - brain so muddled that youâd almost forgotten what he was saying. Almost forgotten that he has a firm grip on your sweaty scalpâone that heâd now turned into two hands upon your sweaty scalp.
Tugging your head forwards as if you were nothing but a ragdoll to smush your face against his boiling hot erection.Â
Your jaw falls open and soon enough, youâre salivating all over his clothed cock.Â
Tongue lavishing across the cotton of his boxers- feeling every ridge nâ vein along his shaft.Â
He groans at the feeling of your heated mouth, and his fingers dig into your scalp even deeper. Tugging. Needing. One set of your fingers reach upwards to fumble its hem, and you take Nanamiâs round, reddened tip into his mouth.
Moaning at the large size of him.
Moaning at the salty taste that floods your mouth-
âHey nowâŚâ Higurumaâs choked-up tone echoes from behind. Youâre feeling his tender fingers start to pull your hips back onto his face, â-donât steal my star student away.â
âHave you forgotten that sheâs my star student, too?â
âHer pussyâs on my mouth right now- so whoâs in charge?â
âWell, letâs ask how she feels about itâŚâ Nanamiâs voice trails offâand only too late are you realizing that he isnât talking about your pussy this time. Heâs talking about you- waiting for your answer.
And youâre attempting to muffle out something, letting the globular edge of his cock swirl around your mouth a few times. Around and around. Just the crown of his mushroom tip prods into your every orifice inside- youâre opening your mouth to answer when Nanami jerks his hips forwards.
Fucking his cock deeeeep into your maw.
And with it, whatever words were in your throat, too.Â
âI dunno about that-â Nanami hums down at the chokes nâ strangled gasps youâre letting out, just the barest noises of whatever was able to filter past his swollen shaft. â-but it sounded like a âyou, sirâ to me.â
âDidnât know you were that depraved.â Higuruma spits out. Dark eyes narrowed as heâs grinding you back to him nâ lapping away at your oversensitive pussylips.
âIâm a gentleman, what can I say?â The other professor responds.
As the slurps nâ sucking continues, Nanami looks at you through half-lidded eyes. He admires the way your mouth leaves a glittering glaze of spit from the tip of his cock and doooown to about halfway down his shaftâso cute how you couldnât fit it all. âAnd as Head of your pussy-â Fuck, when did he even assign himself that? Is he pussydrunk already? â-I say you canât cum until youâre fitting my cock aaaaaall the wayâŚâ
The history professorâs left hand lifts off of your scalp. Then dragging down the front of your throat - down, down, down.Â
â-here.â
He points to a spot way past the back of your throat.
He fucks your mouth like heâs agonized every second he isnât reaching for it.
Higuruma growls.
And thereafter itâs almost like a tug-of-war - on one end youâre being hauled forwards by Nanamiâs grip on the back of your head. His hands strong and unwavering, no matter much youâre gasping for air- fuck, the ever-gentlemanly Nanami Kento was gone for the feeling of your mouth tightening around his hot cock.
Rutting those toned hips up into your velvety cavern like an animal-
âJust a little more.â That left hand of his wraps around your throat now, his thumb markinâ at the spots where he can feel his rounded tip probing inside. âJust a liiiiittle more now- about four inches? Heh.â
âMmmââ Your eyes go wide in surprise.
And Nanami responds by pushing his hips even further, nearing the tip of your nose to those curls of blond at his base. âCâmon, câmon.â
And on the other end, Higuruma had his nails digging into the flesh of your thighs. Into the flesh of your ass. His tongue fishing around your insides before he pulls out and starts nibblinâ on your damn clitâ
Heâs thirsty. Depraved.
âNoooo, angel.â Heâs gluing his chin to the front of your pussylips. Head moving back and forth, back and forth, back and forth as the law professor lashes his tongue across. âCome back to me-â
âMmmââ Youâre being pulled off of Nanami Kentoâs reddened, dribblinâ cock with a plop! Just from the sheer pressure of Higuruma manhandling your body from the other side - dragging you all down his handsome face. âFuh-fuck-!â
âWhereâd you think youâre going?â Only for Nanami to barely let you breathe for a split-second before heâs pulling your mouth down his shaft again.
Shovelling a gooooood few inches of his vein-covered cock inside- he marks that spot out on your throat. Even deeper than the last time you had him- âMmm, not bad. Just a few inches- mmm, more.â
âRide my nose.â Higuruma begs from the other end. Breath breezing down your gooey core, it makes your thighs shiver- âRide my nose, I donât care. Ride my nose, ride my noseââÂ
And youâre just so overstimulated from all ends.
From the draaagging of Nanamiâs thumb down the front of your neck, from the sensual touch of Higurumaâs nose being sandwiched between your pussylips, from the pleasure of them both playing with your body. Itâs as if youâre their favorite toy to taste, to fuck - to worship because of the way they were being driven to absolute madness by those carnal sensations.Â
You can only jolt your body back and forth.
Down Nanamiâs cock. Up Higurumaâs ready face.
Riding his nose just like you wanted- âS-soââ Somehow barely managing to gurgle out past the pulsating tip of his cock, âSo close-â
âClose?â Higuruma perks up. âFuh-fuck- I have you, angel.â
âRemember- no cumming until you take it here.â Nanami presses his thumb somewhere near where your voicebox was bulging with the intrusion of his inches. âYouâre not there yet, darlingâŚâ
âBut-â
âPlease let her cum.â But to your surprise, itâs your law professor who is pleading your face.Â
Nanami raises a blond brow, âOh?â
âLet her-â He slurps away on your swollen nub- sensitive and throbbing. Heâs hollowing his cheeks out to get that suctioning sensation, already making your knees feel weak with pleasure. âNeed her to- fuck, want her to cum on my tongue. Let her cum already.â
Nanami thrusts even deeper, âHmmâŚI dunno.â
âIâm the one asking you.â Higuruma grumbles. âLet her cum-â
âMmmpf- please.â And your brows furrow as the pit of bliss in your stomach grows stronger.
âLet her-â The law professor continues, âIâm begging you- fuck, sheâs becoming so sweet. Let her cum-â
Pale brows furrowing. Sweat lines down his temple- âI donâtâŚjust fit-â And heâs scrapinâ his bulbous tip down the roof of your cuntâall the way along to the back of your throat and targeting even further. âIf she takes it until-â
Higurumaâs nose helping your grinds and bounces. âJust let her cum-â
âIf she takes it-â
âFucking let her-â
âG-gonnaââ Itâs the last thing youâre managing to get out before a sudden slam! of Nanamiâs hips shut you up- and before you know it, youâre feeling the carnal scratch of his pubic hair. The feeling of his tawny curls at your skin, the intrusion of his throbbing shaft all the way down your throat.
And his thumb tapping where heâd marked a treasure spot - a spot he was supposed to meet. Nanami doesnât have to say a single thing for Higuruma to bite his sharp canines down on your clit.
And before you know it, youâre bursting into your nth high of the night.Â
Not just your second, but your third, perhaps even your fourth.
Stars burst behind your eyelids, and your moans are nothing but soft crackles at the back of your throat. Higuruma draaaaags you all throughout those waves of bliss, elongating them with the thorough lavishing of his tongue.Â
Probinâ into every sweet spot.
Inside and out.
He digs his fingers into your thighs, now accomplishing his dream of having you ride his nose. Because youâre being made to arch your back nâ bounce your hips lecherously up and across.
Hittinâ those best angles- the peaks of your high absolutely burst through you.Â
And Nanami? Your history professor was enjoying the view - cocking his head to the side and smiling as you shatter on Higurumaâs face. He watches about half your orgasm bate, before starting to fuck his swollen cock back in and out of you. Thrusting.Â
âNow nowââ Nanami murmurs. âYou should be thankful my rubricâs so generous this time.â
You can only look up at him with your teary eyes.
That sight is enough for him to bite down on his lower lip nâ stop himself from cumming. No, he had something more important in his mindâŚ
âThirty seconds to finish up.â He says meanly. âBefore I either drag your pussy off of his face or you have to drag yourself off, mâkay?â
âTch- stingy.â Higuruma keeps lappinâ at you even after your high has passed.Â
And once that thirty seconds of more bliss have passed - just like Nanami said - he grips both hands âround the back of your scalp and wrenches you off of his cock. Off of Higurumaâs mouth. Heâs bending down to spit straight between your lipsâ
âNow, Iâm gonna be nice this one time because you took all of me. Understood?â The history professor states, so firm. âNod if you understand, my love.â
You nod.
âGood.â He then kisses your lips- tasting you, tasting himself. âNowâŚdo you want it from the back or face-to-face? Because mâfucking you filthy either way.â
âFrom- from the back.â You pant out.
And Nanami gives a single, stern nod before he lets you go. âBrace yourself.â
Youâre collapsing back into the chairâsitting your ass down on it this time. Before the law professor suddenly has you in his arms - he supports you in getting off of the armchair and standing up. Now in the middle of his office, youâre stumbling onto your wobbly feet.
Your arms loop around Higurumaâs neck. âHiromiâŚâ
âMmm, I love it when you call me that.â Higuruma kisses you.
âHow unruly.â Both of you snap your heads at the sound of buttons popping- only to find that Nanami was taking off his button-up. And you were right- fuck, you were so right. He was so thoroughly chiselled underneath, almost Herculean in nature.
With the most naturally defined ridges nâ curves of his musclesâhis firm pectorals, his washboard abs, his meaty thighs that make an appearance.
Nanami sheds of all his clothes before he stares down the two of you- âAddressing your professor by name? Clearly going against objectives to get ready? Making me jealous? What an undisciplined class, no need to be standing around.â He looks at you, âIâll be fucking you until you canât stand, anyway.â
A shiver runs down your spineââOh.â
âNow, darling.â
Higuruma lets you waddle away to Nanami- who merely swivels you around and bends you over the edge of his colleagueâs desk. Papers and ink flying everywhere across the office as he does.
Folding you forwards until your head hits the table. Kneeing your legs apart.
Itâs hitting you like a truck - your history professor is about to fuck you against your law professorâs desk.
âStay still.â He gravels in your ear.
Nanamiâs barely letting you take a breath before rubbinâ his bulbous tip down your dripping wet slit from behind. Hand gripping his thick hiltâup and down. Up and down. Up and down. Getting his inches coated in a glaze of your sap, Nanami hums at the feeling of you attempting to contract around him.
âThis naughty girlâs reeeeal needy for me, huh?â Scorching breath heating up your skin, he kisses down your arched spine. âShe says she can take all of me- can you?â
âY-yesââ Youâre sobbing into the polished mahogany. Bucking your hips up, âI want it, sir.â
Youâre jolting as his puckered, pinkish tip smooches at your wet entrance- heâs just so thick that he can plug your hole up easily. Nanamiâs tip throbs against your hole, and he reaches a right hand down to feel your pretty stomach - to feel where heâs going to be hittinâ with his hungry cock.Â
He breathes out airilyââYou want it?â
âYes-â
âSay please.â
âPlease-â
âHmmm?â
âPlease, sir.â
Nanami lurches his hips back, back, backwards- âAs you wish then, teacherâs pet.â
And then youâre being stuffed with an inch or two of him.
And by stuffedâyou were seriously stuffed.Â
Thick and thorough. Almost too big to even fit in - Nanami fills out the orifice of your cunt without even trying. His ruby-red tip just manages to squeeze between your pussylips, before the first ring of muscle at your entrance makes him falter.
And heâs gritting his teeth at the sheer tightness, voice coming out as nothing but a hiss. âFuck- didnât you say that you can take it?â Heâs pressing his left hand down at the base of your spine, leaning his weight in to keep you still. âCome back, my love- class isnât over yet.â
You hadnât even realized youâd been clawing at the desk until now. âS-sirââ
Just that is enough to make Nanamiâs ravaged tip twitch inside of you- spurting out a few more dollops of pre. âYes, darling?â
âI d-donâtââ Fuck- you swear you could feel him grow even harder inside of you at the sight of your teary expression. Staring at your history professor over your shoulder, âI donât know if it even can fit.â
âAwww, my poor baby.â And you should know better than to let Nanami Kento hush your cries, you should know better than to let him lull you.Â
But you canât help but get pulled into his big, strong arms anyway.
âMy poor, poor baby.â And from one corner of the room, you could hear Higurumaâs distant laugh. Although you donât have the time to wonder what it means, because Nanamiâs continuing- âNone of those boys ever taught you how to take a real cock, hm?âÂ
And you can only nod.Â
âNone of those boys have ever fucked you right, hm?â
Nodding once more.
âDonât you worry, darling. If you canât take this oneâŚâ
He presses a chaste peck against your hairline. Letting his soft breath waft over the crown of your head, and his chest ripple with his words, soft.Â
â-mâgonna make it fit.â
And thatâs the last thing youâre hearing before Nanamiâs ramminâ his swollen, aching cock into you like an animal- his furious cockhead burrowing in deep.Â
He manages to shovel just a few more inches inside, before the snugness of your channel acts up once more. Leaving him barely even able to reel his hips backwardsâjust that much of a tight fit thatâs making his eyes roll to the back of his skull.
He shakes.
His groan cracks at the back of his throat. âO-oh.â Both of Nanamiâs hands fly to the sides of your hips, and his fingers fucking shake where he holds you. âOh, yeah.â
âShit-â Youâre flinching at the scalding sensation of his breath. Gusting.
And even that mere shiver- Nanami catches onto it. And itâs only making him clasp your body even tighter, pulling you into himââYouâre really not getting away until we make it fit, my love. Good luck.â
No matter how much his ravenous hips are rutting nâ bucking and trying oh-so-desperately to hammer even more of his inches inside- he can only fuck you in short, needy half-thrusts. The rest of him left to throb wildly behind you, he keeps on stretching and stretching your insides just to fit inside.
Each one of his bucks so desperate. So greedy.
The pointed tip of Nanamiâs cockhead prods away at your innards as though heâs trying to claim every single ounce of space inside you-Â
âHave you forgotten that this is a joint class, Kento?â
Higurumaâs voice is enough to send pulses of adrenaline flowing through your body - and youâre just managing to look around Nanamiâs toned frame. The law professor stands behind the two of you with his arms crossed, clothes mostly on except for his trousers being tugged down.
He held his blushinâ cock in one hand, pumping furiously at the sight of his star student.Â
Nanami himself sighsâthough he doesnât stop his sloppy scouring of your innards for a single second. He looks straight at the other man as he asks- âOh yesâŚwould you like her now or after me, Hiromi?â
âNow.â Higuruma narrows his heady eyes at the two of you. And the blond-haired man slightly growls at his answer, seemingly grappling with the thought of leaving your pretty pussy right about now- âBut donât pull out.â
You feel like youâre experiencing whiplash. âWhat?â
Nanami only raises a sharp brow.
And Higuruma himself canât help but crack a sleazy smirk-
Before you know it, heâs rounding the two of you. Coat off. White button-up flapping open.
He tugs on the smooth, black tie that was hanging haphazardly from his neck- and gestures something indiscernible at the other man.
Though, clearly both professors understood.
Because one second youâre slouched on top of Higurumaâs desk, droolinâ stupidly over some important documents as Nanami Kento pounds you into oblivion - and in the next second, heâs lifting you off of it.
Cleanly off the desk.
One hand wrapped around your waist, the other putting you in a headlock.
He pulls you up as though youâre nothing- and youâre ogling the way his biceps bulge around your throat. Feeling the cushy firmness of his strengthââW-what are you-â
âDâyou know what a standing full nelson is?â Higuruma asks. And for a second you think heâs asking you - maybe this was some strange sort of quiz - but then Nanami nods.
âThought that only happens in fiction? Donât tell me youâre a secret freak, Hiromi?â He scoffs, though he pulls out either way.Â
âAnd look whoâs talkingâŚâ Then Higuruma looks at you and taps his shoulders. âHold on, angel, heâs going to lift you.â
âShitâŚâÂ
As expected, youâre holding onto Higurumaâs broad shoulders for leverage- whilst Nanami bends and loops his hands around your legs. His strong forearms where your knees were.Â
Scooping you up into his arms.
Holding them up.
Holding you up.
Hoverinâ well over six feet in the air.
Yelping, youâre digging your nails into the law professorâs shoulders - but if it hurt, then he doesnâtâ react to the pain. Honestly, you donât even think he could feel it right nowâbecause Higuruma was holding out his tie.
Measuring it against your face-
Tying it around your face like a blindfold.
He knots it at the back of your head, and suddenly the room is curtained in nothing but pure black. You could only hear the gruffness of both menâs chuckles, and Higuruma asking. âEverything alright, angel?â
âOf course, it is.â Nanami mutters- almost to himself. Though he does stretch your legs a little wider, presumably to show to the other manââLook how fucking drenched she is.â
âGood girl.â
âNaughty, you mean.â
âI must beg to differ.â
And youâre arching against Nanamiâs toned front, the plushness of his abs digging against your back. It was the most sensual massage youâve felt in your entire life- âPlease- ngh, whatâs with the blindfold?â
âOh, thatâŚâ Higuruma starts. âGuess.â
âWhat?â
âGuess.â
Brains wracking- âYou arenât going to leave me hanging, are you?â
âNo.â
âIs this a roleplay?â
âNo.â
âA kink thing?â
âWellâŚâ
âA BDSM thing?â
âGuess.â
Youâre feeling helplessness wash over youââB-but, I already did-â
âNo, my love.â Nanamiâs the one to speak up this time. He leans down so that heâs pressing an innocent kiss to the edge of your hairline, âWeâre going to make this slutty pussy guess which one of us sheâs being fucked by.â
Your jaw drops.
And your cunt grows even wetter.
An occasion that the two professors are watching with awe-
Higuruma in particular finds himself breathing outââAnd your time startsâŚnow.â
And then youâre hearing the shuffling of his trousers- right before a sudden proddinâ intrusion starts up at your entrance. It was hot and throbbingâso needy that your teeth are set on edge by the sheer volume of precum that he was emptying out.
Youâre feeling his thick tip start to eeeease in- squeezing in past the tightness of your channel for a bit before pulling back and fucking you ruthlessly in semi-thrusts.
âH-Hiromi?â You guess. Surely, with him being the one that was removing his trousers it must beâŚ
âWrong.â Nanami grins.
And then youâre feeling his cock give you a few vicious pumps before heâs pulling away - leaving you all empty and yearning for more. Your glistening hole clenches a few times around nothing, before a sudden globular tip starts kissinâ your entrance once more.
Youâre bucking back in Nanamiâs arms in an attempt to figure out just who it might be- but the history professor holds onto you firmly. Not a single inch.
Not a single inch less.
Whoever was fucking you takes no more time before swabbinâ his swollen erection inside once more- biting back a groooan at the feeling of your tightening walls.
Itâs the same short, jerky thrusts from before just to fit in.Â
âSir?â Youâre gasping out. But surely, it canât be twice in a rowâŚâNo wait- is it Hiromi this time?â
The cadence of his hips stops abruptly. âCanât get enough of the law, can you?â
Nanami.
And you donât know whether itâs the fact that youâre just feeling your brain melt at the sheer stimulation between your legs, you donât know whether itâs the fact that both handsome men had you sandwiched between their muscular bodiesâit was just driving you wild. Making you stupid.
A line of drool slicks down the side of your mouth, and Nanami doesnât hesitate before leaning in and lickinâ it off. âI should punish you for this.â
âI-Iâoh, fuck.â Whatever words were on the tip of your tongue get swallowed up by the feeling of yet another round, ruddied cockhead pushing inwards. Pulsing. Prying apart your walls. And youâre noticing that this one is slightly slimmer than the last, more pointed, more honed, more of its curvaceous tip that tilts to the left.
It makes you shiver at the feeling of his bawling divot dragging across your walls so perfectly. âIs this- sir-â
âTry again, angel.â
It was a struggle to piece your thoughts together, and Higurumaâs voice is the only thing that makes you realize-
âHiromi.â
âMhmmmââ Before you know it, the other man has one hand dipping between your jittery legs. His fingers easily locate your clit to tug nâ pry like the cutest gummy - how sweet. And heâs timing it to the constant probes of his looooong, smooth cock. âGood girl. A++ for that.â
âYouâre quite the generous grader.â Nanami scoffs. âI would have given that a B.â
âWhat can I say? I do have a soft spot for herâŚâ Higurumaâs cock was slightly lengthier than Nanamiâs, youâre noticing - though not quite as thick. And with less veins that didnât massage your inner orifices as much, but made it soooo much easier for him to slip even deeper.
Especially with this position, he manages to probe his cockhead further past where Nanamiâs thicker one was able to fit.
Reaching almost for your throat with his blushing, frenzied tip- Higuruma gives a final roll over your clit before heâs pulling out. Letting a few ribbons of sap gush down your legs after him-
Ones that are being fucked right back up with a second length.
Thicker. Harder.
Throbbing so much that you swear you can count them all the way at the top of your head- Nanamiâs shaft was next. And heâs lavishing your entrance with so much attentionâdraaaaagging his vein-decorated shaft in and out. In and out. In and out.
âS-so?â He rasps out from behind. Higurumaâs cockhead had mazed open your insides just a bit more, and Nanami struggles not to let his voice tremble. âWhich one of us, darling?â
âY-youââ
That earns you a bite on the shell of your ear. âNo.â
Before heâs pulling back out.
And your breath catches- âWait- I meant sir. Itâs you, sirââ
âToo late for that now.â
âAwww, come now.â Higuruma coos as well. âHow are we supposed to make an example out of our star student if she just keeps makinâ mistakes?â
âI think sheâs gettinâ lazy now, huh?â The other man responds. And now both of their ruddied cockheads were droolinâ all over your entrance- mixing with the sweetened syrup that was already dripping out of you and creating such a mess. âMaybe she doesnât deserve our cocks at all?â
âDonât say thatââ You could feel your law professorâs eyes turn to you. âYou deserve it- hah, donât you, angel?â
Shivering at the feeling of both cocks sandwiching between your pussylips. Now that theyâd both pulled out- itâs as if they were fighting over who can be next. Rubbinâ and teasing. âI doââ Your voice cracks on that last note, âP-please, I do-â
âIâm still not convinced.â
Higuruma continues, âPromise us youâll be a good girl? That youâll listen to what your professors have to say?â
âI will I will-â
âPromise us that no more of that teasinâ stuff in class?â His prominent nose slides down the column of your throat, breathing in your essence. âNone of that bending over?â
âYesââ But you could already hear the question in your throat - and it seems that they could, too.
And it makes Nanami gruffs out. âBecause - forgive us - but you do realize that itâs not just us seeing your littleâŚdisplay, darling?â He spreads open your legs even wider, and Higurumaâs ministrations grow even more frenzied on your clit. Squeezing. Pinching. Flicking.
And youâre restless- âWh-what do you mean?â
âI mean to say that there are others moreâŚundeserving that see those legs of yours, those panties, those tits.â Thereâs a sharp edge to his wordsââThose boys in class canât take their eyes off of you.â
âWe canât either, of course.â Higuruma responds. Squeezing his cock inside- âBut at least that little performance of yours is meant for us, right?â
âDonât like the way they look at you.â Nanamiâs also squeezing his cock inside now - both of them bullying your hole at once. Creating a stretch that makes your vision go white- so much carnal stimulation that your entire body wracks with shakes. âDonât like the way they turn to look. Donât like the way they have to mysteriouslyâŚdisappear into the bathrooms any time you do your little show.â
âGivenâŚwe do the same.â The law professor continuesââBecause fuck- how fuckinâ pretty you look all dressed up in silk. Makes it hard not to cream my pants everytime I see you- but none of those boys have the balls to back that admiration up.â
Giving you a thorough slamâboth of them.
Higurumaâs the one to continue, âBut we do.â
âBecause I rub my cock raw to you, my love.â Nanami ends off, holding you close to him. âNâ none of those boys could ever fuck you like we do.â
âYes, p-pleaseââ And youâre pushed between both of their sculptured fronts. Unable to see them- but you could feel the ridges and curves of their muscles, the way they were both leaning in as though they couldnât get enough of you. âI only wantâŚngh.â
One of your arms wrap around Higurumaâs neck, and the other reaches behind you to attempt to clasp onto Nanamiâs.
âJust want the two of youâŚâ
âHmmmâŚâ Nanamiâs cock twitches at your gooey entrance- âA+â
And then theyâre alternating between fucking youâ
âHiromi.â Youâre gasping at the intrusion of his smoothened tip, the velvety texture of him reaching for so many spots inside you but most importantly- that g-spot.Â
And then heâs pulling back out.
âSir- fuck, Professor Kento.â Nanami swabs his thickened tip inside and hits that precise spot. Although he decides to take it a few steps further this time and dig his rounded tip into the very back of your pussy, bottoming-out. âShit shit shitââ
Thrust after thrust.
Pulling out. Shovelling back in.
Making you guess just which one of your two older professors were takinâ over your pussy right now- it made your head dizzy just trying to keep track. Bounced up and down in their arms.
âHiromi.â
âProfessor Kento.â
âHiromi.â
âHiromi.â
âProfessor Kento.â
âHiromi.â
âProfessor Kento.â
âProfessor Kento.â
âHiromiââ Before your voice shatters at the feeling ofâŚtwo thickened lengths attempting to fit inside. Fighting against the resistance for a few sloppy strokes before theyâre siiiiiiiiiiiinking in- âAnd Professor K-Kento, sirâŚâ The feeling of their large, slick-glazed cocks were just incredible - rubbinâ against your walls and one another. Like nothing earlier.
It was a stretch like youâve never felt before, hittinâ spots that you didnât even know you had.
And both professors held onto your shaking body tight- they shovelled their lengths in and out of you. Two blushinâ cockheads heading for your g-spot, before their slide-slide-sliiiiiding all the way down to end up at your cervix.
Stretching apart your walls.
Making your channel bulge.
Letting the curves of their mushroomy tips drag apart your walls, nâ press into the sweetest spots of your nerves. Both of their heavy ballsacks smack-smack the front of your cunt right on time with their thrusts. Thrust after thrust.
Again and again.
Nanami grunts at the sensation of Higuruma deep inside you, âF-fuckâŚâ
âYou can say that again.â Higuruma himself replies.Â
By now, the jostlinâ about had meant that your blindfold was falling off- and you could see the two men upon either side of you. Shovelling their hot cocks deep inside your pussy, positively ravaging you.
The law professorâs fingers werenât letting up on your clit just yet, either.Â
He quirks his digits just a bit to draw a little heart upon itâand soon enough you find yourself throwing your head back with a moan. âG-gonna-â
âShhhhââ Nanami grins. His ears keenly listen to the noises from between your legs - they were just so much louder now that you had two thickened shafts ramming into you. âThis pussy says sheâs gonna cum soon, darling.â
âY-you little-âÂ
A harsh hammerinâ on your spongy cervix. âPardon, my love?â
âNothingâoh.â Even their thrusting styles were different - Nanami Kento with his thorough, solid slashes as though he was trying to reach your womb every single time. And Higuruma Hiromi with slightly slower, smoother glides of his cock - soothing through the nooks nâ crannies that Nanami had activated first.
It was the perfect combination.
Naughty and nice.
Though not exactly in the way youâd initially thought.
And perhaps this manner was what was making you so desperate to cum again- âPlease-â Gasping. âLet me cumââ
Youâre looking between a grinning Nanami and Higuruma. Dazedly.
âPlease may I-â Choking out in-between the moans and droplets of saliva that were gushing out of you- falling onto Higurumaâs puffed-out chest. â-cum, sirs?â
Both of their rock-hard cocks twitch deep inside of you.
And youâre briefly seeing a silent conversation pass between them-
âGo ahead, angel.â
âCum all over my cock, darling.â
And it might have been minutes, it might have been seconds, it might have been split-seconds later once youâre crashing into your high. The waves of white-hot pleasure taking over you until it felt like your body was burning up.Â
Feverish.
Youâre crying out as you attempt to bounce your lewd hips back into both their shovelling shafts- but theyâve already got you. Theyâre holding onto your perspired body - so limp now with pleasure - and lettinâ their pointed cockheads hit each and every nerve bundle inside.
Pinpointing your g-spot with their lengths.
Targeting it especially through peak after peak.
After peak.
Your cunt trickles with honeyed slick- and it slips between your three bodies to drench Higuruma and Nanamiâs cocks. Their thighs. Their bodies.Â
Making it even louder to thrust into your cuntâyouâre forced to raise your voice just a little just so that they can hear. âSh-shitâŚâ Until eventually youâre feeling so raw on their relentless cocks that youâre unsure whether you want them to elongate those waves of bliss or whether you want to fucking run awayââIt feels so- oh, it feelsâŚâ
âAnd what do we say?â Nanamiâs deep baritone croons out. He doesnât slow down for a single second as he speaks- even though he himself was feeling a little sensitive by this point.
He hits his full ballsack against the front of your cunt and hisses- âCan I have it all insideâŚâ Youâre looking between them with wide, heart-shaped pupils. â-sirs?â
And you shouldâve known what that would do.
You shouldâve known how much that would break them.
Because with only a few final thrusts, both Higuruma and Nanami cum inside you with loud slurps! of your greedy cunt. Gobblinâ up all those white ropes of seed that they were emptying out - sheer volumes that theyâd been holding onto for hours, days, this entire semester.
Nanami furrows his golden brows and presses his face into the crook of your neck. Groaning as he fucks you through his orgasm, âA-and here I was just expecting a thank youâŚâ
âOur girl always was the sweetest.â Higuruma coos.Â
Your history professor rides through his high with his teeth grit, jaw working overtime to keep his noises to a minimum - he wanted to hear your soft gasps and groans even more. Though his body shakes as it keeps on thrumminâ with pleasure.Â
Visceral.
Meanwhile, your law professor let out such husky grunts after each splat! of cum that he emptied out against your womb. He couldnât even handle fucking you properly anymore and his hips kept on stutterinâ through his waves.Â
Cheeks flushed. Gaze locked on you.Â
He didnât want to tear it away.
Both of them are cumming so much that you nearly canât tell whoâs who - with their dollops of heated, syrupy sap. Each divot bawling them out messilyâyou can feel them stick against the end of your pussy, right where your cervix was, before being stirred about by the motions of their cylindrical shafts.Â
Their prominent veins massaginâ your sweetest spots. Their globular cockheads pumping every single droplet inside you.
Every single droplet.
Not a single bead of that ivory cum escapesâbut theyâre both still looking at each other with the same idea.
And youâre seeing yet another silent conversation pass between them that you miss. âOh?â
In almost no time, Higuruma and Nanami have you splayed out on the polished desk - back against its flat surface, legs held high in the air. This time, however, both their faces were between your pussylips and attempting to beat the otherâ
They were lappinâ their dual tongues over your leaking cunt like they were starved.
Nanamiâs hand pressing down on your stomach to make a few more droplets spray out of your hole- Higurumaâs hand flicking over your clit still.
You lean back on your elbows and watch them.
And what a sight it was: both their handsome faces between your legs.
They nudge their noses against the creamy layers on top of your cunt, and swivel the mess around like mad. You could see through your tears the exact moment - the exact moment - that their pinkish tongues meet in the middle.
Where Higurumaâs tastebuds overlap with Nanamiâs as theyâre suckling on your clit- and they both flinch at the sensation before moaningâ
And thatâs before the door clicks.
âOi, why are the lights still on? Donât you know that campus has closed a long time ag-â
You pause.
Nanami pauses.
Higuruma pauses.
And so does Professor Shiu Kong - Head of the Mathematics Department, also PhD with Distinction.Â
His jaw drops as his eyes drift over from the mess of clothes on the floor, to the mess thatâd been made of you. Bite marks all over your throat. The blindfold still around your neck. And even more - you could see the way his hands tighten on his files as his gaze probes deeper, taking in your leaking, lecherous cunt.
No one moves.
Except for Shiu, who steps inside.
Your heart was in your throat.
Getting ready for a berating of some kind- or potentially even worse. Perhaps a suspension, perhaps Nanami and Higuruma would be fired at once-
âSoâŚâ Shiuâs husky voice interrupts your thoughts. â-got room for mathematics?â
A/N. Heheheheh ofc we got room for youuuuuuuuu Shiu <33
just attached the draft for the criminal procedure essay like you askedâreworked the section on miranda rights based on your feedback from last office hours. let me know if it still needs more case citations or if iâm overcomplicating the exclusionary rule again
thanks for staying late to look it over again, youâre saving my gpa here!
tuesday lecture comes and you get there early this time. you sit in back row, legs crossed tight. he walks in five minutes before start wearing his usual black suit, sleeves already rolled. briefcase hits the podium hard. he doesnât bother looking around before he starts.
âentrapment. page 231. weâre covering it today.â
he paces. voice low and tired like always. âentrapment defense requires government inducement that would cause a normally law-abiding person to commit the crime. itâs not just opportunity. itâs active persuasion, pressure, temptation that overrides free will.â
he stops, leaning on the podium. eyes scan the room slow looking at your section longer than others.
âconsider seduction as a tactic. undercover officer poses as a romantic interest. they builds trust, uses flirtation, compliments, physical proximity, promises of intimacy. the target eventually agrees to sell drugs or whatever the crime is because the seduction makes refusal feel impossible. courts have ruled both ways. some say itâs legitimate police work. others say when it crosses into sexual manipulation it becomes entrapment per se.â
he keeps going, he describes cases. like how a female officer in a bar is wearing a low-cut dress touching the suspectâs arm. whispering how much she wants him. leading him to the deal. male officer doing the same to a female suspect. lingering looks, suggestive comments. âlet me take care of you.â he lists factors courts weigh: intensity of the advances. repetition. whether the target initiated or resisted. how long the seduction lasted before the crime occurred.
the whole lecture his tone stays flat. no glances your way. he talks about âarousal as leverageâ like itâs just another legal element. âwhen sexual desire is weaponized to lower inhibitions, the line between persuasion and coercion blurs. but the test remains objective: would the average person succumb?â
you feel his stare when he asks the question like heâs personally talking to you.
added the entrapment cases you referenced in lecture. focused on the seduction hypotheticals and court splits. let me know if the analysis is on track.
[your name]
(attachment: Entrapment_Analysis_Revised.pdf)
again, no reply.
thursday you spot him at the faculty coffee stand outside the law building. the lineâs short and heâs in front. pays with exact change as he takes his black coffee. when he turns, your eyes meet. youâre three feet away. he pauses and looks straight through you. he doesn't bother acknowledging you, then he steps around you, walking away.
your hands shake holding your own cup.
friday night comes and you promise yourself that this will be your last attempt.
subject: entrapment follow-up questions â example attached
had a couple questions on the objective test for seduction-based entrapment. attached a quick example i wrote up to clarify my thinking. appreciate any notes.
thanks,
[your name]
(attachment: Seduction_Entrapment_Example.docx.)
saturday morning your inbox lights up.
subject: re: entrapment follow-up questions â example attached
you arrive at his office door at exactly 5:30 pm on monday, heart pounding like it's about to burst out of your chest. the law building is mostly empty this lateâclasses wrapped up hours ago, and the few lingering students are buried in the library or grabbing takeout from the food trucks outside. his door is cracked open, a sliver of warm lamplight spilling into the dim hallway. you knock lightly, his voice cuts through immediately.
"come in."
you push the door open, stepping inside. the office is what you'd expect from your professor.
stacks of case files on the desk, bookshelves crammed with legal tomes, a single window overlooking the campus quad. he's seated behind his desk, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up to his elbows like always, exposing those forearms you've caught yourself staring at during lectures more times than you'd admit. his eyes flick up from a pile of papers, dark and unreadable, pinning you in place.
"close the door," he says, itâs not a request too. when you do, the click of the latch echoing too loudly in the quiet room. "lock it."
your fingers fumble on the knob, but you manage. when you turn back, he's already standing, rounding the desk with slow steps. he doesn't say anything at first, just leans against the edge of the desk, arms crossed over his chest, watching you. the silence stretches, it was awkward until you can't take it anymore.
"professor, iâabout the attachments, they were accidents. i swear, i meant to send the essays, but my files got mixed up, andâ"
"accidents," he repeats, he uncrosses his arms, picking up a folder from his deskâyour emails printed out, you realize with a flush of heat to your face. he flips through them casually, as if reviewing a student's brief. "three times in one week. each one more... explicit than the last."
your cheeks burn. the first had been a simple nude, you in front of your mirror, lace panties and nothing else, snapped for your own confidence boost after a rough day. the second? you'd been bolder, sprawled on your bed, hand between your thighs, capturing the arch of your back. and the third... god, the third had been you on all fours, ass up, looking over your shoulder with a smirk that screamed invitation. you'd meant them for a situationship that fizzled out, but in your late-night haze of studying and scrolling, you'd attached the wrong files. or had you? the thought nags at you now, but you push it down.
"i didn't mean for you to see them," you whisper. his gaze drops to your lips, then lower, tracing the way your blouse clings to your curves under your cardigan, the skirt that's maybe an inch too short for a professional setting like this.
he sets the folder down, stepping closer. close enough that you can smell his cologneâtoo strong for your liking. "and yet, here we are." his hand lifts, fingers brushing your jaw, tilting your chin up so you're forced to meet his eyes. they're darker now, pupils blown wide. "you didn't delete them. didn't send a frantic follow-up apologizing. just kept sending more."
before you can stammer another excuse, his thumb presses against your lower lip, parting it slightly. "on your knees."
you drop without thinking, carpet rough against your bare knees. he doesn't rush when unbuckles his belt, zipper dragged down loud in the quiet office. when he frees himself he's already hard, thick in his hand as he jerks himself watching your face the whole time.
"open."
he guides the head past your lips, you taste him as he slides deeper, filling your mouth inch by inch until he hits the back of your throat. your eyes water instantly. he groans low, one hand cupping the back of your head, the other braced on the desk behind him.
"that's it," he mutters. "take it."
he starts to move slowly letting you adjust, then faster. shallow thrusts turn deeper, until he's fucking your throat in earnest. you gag around him, saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin, but he doesn't stop. his grip tightens in your hair, holding you steady as he uses your mouth like it's his to take. every time you choke he pauses just long enough for you to breathe through your nose, then pushes back in, deeper, until your nose brushes his pelvis.
"look at me," he orders when your eyes flutter shut.
you force them open. his expression is almost detached but the way his hips continuously move faster betrays him. he's close. you can feel it in the way he twitches against your tongue, the way his breathing turns ragged. one more deep thrust and he holds himself there, releasing down your throat without a warning. you swallow reflexively, choking a little, but he doesn't pull out until he's finished, until you've taken every drop.
when he finally pulls out, a string of spit connects your swollen lips to the tip. he tucks himself away, zips up then he scoops you up by the waist like you weigh nothing. your legs dangle for a second before he sets you on the edge of his desk, papers crinkling under you. he pushes your thighs apart with his knee, settling between them, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place.
"touch yourself," he says quietly.
he wants you to what�
heat floods your face anew. "w-what? here? that's... embarrassing."
his lips twitch into something almost like a smirk, he leans in closer, breath hot against your ear. "you weren't embarrassed when you sent those nudes. all sprawled out, hand between your legs, begging for attention." his fingers trail up your thigh, pushing your skirt higher, but stopping just short. "show me now or was that all an act?"
shame and desire twist in your gut, but your hand moves anyway, slipping under the lace of your panties. you're soaked alreadyâfrom the way he used your mouth.. fingers glide over your clit, circling slow at first, and a soft whimper escapes you. he watches, unblinking, one hand still on your thigh.
you pick up speed, hips rocking into your touch, breaths coming faster. but it's not enoughâhis stare is too intense like he's analyzing you. "please," you whisper, free hand reaching for him, but he catches your wrist, pinning it to the desk.
"no. keep going." his voice is low, commanding. "let me see you fall apart like in that second photo, that was my favorite one you know.â
your fingers start dipping lower, thrusting shallowly. the edge in you builds but just as you're teetering, he pulls your hand away. you whine in protest, but he silences you with a look.
"not yet." he drops to his knees then, surprising you, hands shoving your thighs wider. he drags your panties aside, not bothering to remove them, and leans in. his breath ghosts over you first, making you clench around nothing. then his mouth is on youâtongue warm and broad, licking a slow stripe from entrance to clit.
you gasp, hands flying to his hair, gripping tight. he groans against you, he eats you out like he's starving. his fingers dig into your thighs, holding you open as you squirm, the desk creaking under your shifting weight.
"hiromiâfuck," you moan, head falling back. he sucks your clit between his lips. one hand leaves your thigh, two fingers sliding inside you easily, curling to hit that spot that makes your vision blur. he pumps them in time with his tongue, building you back to the edge faster than before.
it crashes over you without warning, thighs clamping around his head as you come undone, crying out his name. he doesn't stop, lapping through it until you're oversensitive and shaking, pushing weakly at his shoulders.
only then does he pull back, lips shiny, eyes filled with satisfaction. he stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then reaches between your legs again. he tugs your panties down your thighs, you lift your hips to help. he balls them in his fist, slips them into his pocket like a trophy.
"that's enough," he says stepping back.
you blink, still dazed, legs dangling off the desk. "what?"
"go home."
"butâ" you start, voice small and wrecked, glancing down at the obvious bulge in his slacks. "you didn'tâi want toâ"
"i will." he steps closer one last time, brushes a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb. "when i decide. you'll get an email when i want you back here.â
he leans in, lips brushing your ear. "and next time, wear something easier to take off."
he steps back, opens a drawer, pulls out a tissue packet and sets it on the desk beside you. then he sits again, picks up a pen, and starts marking papers like you aren't still perched there, dripping because of him.
you slide off the desk on unsteady legs, fix your skirt, wipe your face. he doesn't look up as you unlock the door and slip out into the hallway.
you still haven't processed what happened but you know youâre going to check your inbox obsessively from now on.
CONTENT WARNING. MDNI, fem! reader, law student! reader, lawyer higuruma, 6.9k words, age gap (24&36), fluff & smut, slow burn? game of thrones references, porn with plot, unprotected sex, office sex, rough? sex, sloppy makeouts, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, higuruma is an EATER, spit, praise, choking, pussy spanking, dirty talk, belly bulge, big dick higuruma, he loves eye contact, dacryphilia? heâs mean & cocky if you squint. enjoy!
your pen sits between your teeth as your eyes switch from the thick textbook splayed open on your kitchen island and your laptop screen.
the cursor blinks for the millionth time in your setup word document. countless words plastered in that irritating format of times new roman size twelve that youâve done a thousand times over.
words mutter under your breath as you multitask in reading, taking notes, and applying the newfound information to your assignment.
âhey, is your prof still asking you guys to take internships?â
your roommate comes from hibernating out of her room, eyes glued to her phone as she saunters over to the kitchen.
you barely catch the words that fly out her mouth, brows furrowing as you look up from your work for the first time in hours. the swivel stool you sat on creaks as you sit up straighter, cringing from how long you held that crouching position.
âuhâŚ. no.â you shake your head, confused as to why she brought it up. she was never the type to dwell on your life as a law student unless overhearing about a case study that seemed âtoo juicyâ to skip out on. âdeadlineâs like, next week so theyâre just talking about the paper due the week after to describe our experience so far.â
âoh.â she says, sounding surprised. âwell, did you find anything?â
you hum. âiâve got an interview tomorrow. itâs multi-hire so iâve got a good chance. why?â
ânothing really.â she shrugs, taking a breath as she scavenges the freezer, grabbing the first pint of ice cream she sees. âa friend of my cousin works at this law firm and i think she said theyâre looking for a temp since sheâs going out of the country for a while.â
you nod, chewing on the end of your pen. âsend me their info. iâll check it out.â
so thatâs exactly what you do. your roommate helps you exchange information with this friend who youâve learned to be is a young woman named shimizu. she worked as a assistant for an independent defense attorney, higuruma hiromi.
youâve heard his name a few times from news outlets, primarily known to take on difficult cases but nonetheless highly skilled and quite honestly a prime example of what you hoped to become as far as talent.
shimizu was going overseas for a little over half a year. thatâs entirely way more than what your assignment calls for but you would be paid well plus it could serve as the perfect job to strengthen your experience in law.
it didnât take much for shimizu to hire you, her eagerness to hurry up and leave was clear. she sent you an email describing her normal routine, things to keep an eye on that higuruma normally forgets and a warning to just be patient for any cases he picks up.
naturally, you were nervous. palms sweating as you clutched your purse and tucked the folder shimizu provided tightly between your arm.
your heels clack with each step you make up into the building then finally, in bold letters, âhiguruma law officeâ. you knock, looking around as you wait for a response.
âcome in.â
the voice is so deep it sends chills down your spine. anxiety pools your chest as you twist the handle, making slow hesitant steps into the office.
itâs small but not cramping and fairly neat. you continue forward, making your presence known. who you assume to be higuruma sits at a chair, pen scribbling against a paper at an incredible speed.
he doesnât look up at first, deeply sighing and too focused on the work in front of him. that is until he takes notice of your silence following your entry. his eyes immediately lift, dragging over your attire for a momentary second. âiâm sorry.â he clears his throat, standing then approaching you with his hand out. âhow can i help you?â
âi⌠uhm⌠iâm y/n.â you meet his hand with a nervous smile. âiâm filling in for shimizu?â itâs embarrassing how unsure you sound as if you hadnât met shimizu yourself telling you detail for detail about the duties of the job.
his brows furrow slightly as he slowly slips his hand from your weak grip. he checks his watch then runs his fingers through his hair. âright, right. i forgot about thatâŚâ he sighs, moreso to himself and then nods, pointing to the empty cubicle beside his. âtake a seat, did shimizu already inform you on what weâre currently working on?â
you nod, carefully setting your belongings down and making yourself comfortable on the chair.
âcould i see? if you donât mind.â he stands over you, watching as you turn the monitor on with quickness and log in to your email account, surfing through the important ones you had starred before finally landing on shimizuâs.
higuruma leans over, his presence immediately makes you feel small and you can slightly feel the weight of his chest as he gently grabs the mouse from your hand.
you keep your eyes on the screen, fiddling with your fingers while he looks at the lengthy details relayed. suddenly, he takes a breath then clicks forward and slides the keyboard over.
âlooks good.â he finally stands, eyes dropping down to you. âweâll just be working on that for today. if anything changes iâll let you know.â
for the first three weeks of working for higuruma goes the same way. coming into the office, saying hello, and him sharing any updates on the current case. some days call for extremely long hours, others are your typical. then there were days like today where youâd be traveling together and have to stay overnight at hotels.
one room, separate beds.you and higuruma hadnât crossed that bridge of being comfortable with one another just yet. it was still awkward smiles and brief exchanges of conversation only in relation to work.
with the work day being over, you showered and decided to walk around the hotel for a bit, maybe grab a bite to eat. you also brought your textbooks and laptop so you could use the time to study for the baby bar you have coming up.
you sat at a table, eating as you focus on your studies. no more than half an hour passes when a figure approaches your table.
âmind if i sit?â
your eyes lift at the deep voice, widening for a short second as you realize it to be higurumaâs. he stands there in a plain black t-shirt and same colored plaid pajama pants with a plate of food in his hand.
it was different to see him in a more cosy state rather than being suited up. when you focus on the fact heâs still there, tilting his head as he waits on your response you sit up and nod a bit frantically.
âyesâyes, of course. please sit.â you gesture to the seat ahead of you which he takes.
itâs silent for a moment as youâre more frigid now, eyes glued to your book without reading a damn thing. higuruma pops a fry into his mouth, looking around the semi-packed dining area before returning his attention to you. âyouâre still in school?â
you nod, âin my first year.â
he raises a subtle brow at that which you donât even notice considering youâve found it difficult to always make eye contact with him.
âfirst year?â he hums, chewing down on another fry. âyouâre young.â
âi guessâŚâ you laugh shyly. âitâs not like youâre old.â
he smiles at that, leaning in with his elbows on the table as he continues to take singular bites of his food. âyou donât think so? how old do you think i am?â
you shrug, finally lifting your eyes to scan the features of his face.
he was obviously older than you but you only deduced that from the way he talks and conducts himself yet he didnât share any facial features that gave away his age.
âthirty?â you squint, not wanting to guess too high and he gets offended.
he chuckles, shaking his head. âno, but iâm honored you thought that low. iâm thirty six.â
âstill young.â you smile, dropping your eyes back down.
âso whatâre you learning?â he sighs, leaning back again, spreading his long legs to be more comfortable and points at your books.
ânothing really.â you mumble. âjust studying for the baby bar.â
âwowâŚâ he nods partially in shock, suddenly thinking of the age gap between you. itâs been so long since his days of staying up all day and all night long when preparing for that exam. âyou think youâve got it? i could help you out.â
you definitely donât got it. there were still at least another two months before youâd have to take the exam. all the current information you were learning was still processing and quite honestly you had a habit of doubting your skills and werenât sure if youâd be able to get the score youâre aiming to achieve.
you shake your head at higurumaâs offer. âno, itâs okay. you already have so much going on. i rather not add to that.â
âiâm offering.â he smiles warmly, wanting to assure that it wasnât a big deal as he crosses his arms lazily across his chest.
itâs only for second that you ogle the surprising size of his bicep when itâs contracted. you shake your head again. âiâll be fine. thank you though. i appreciate it.â
higuruma hums not pushing any further on the subject. âdo you drink?â he asks after swallowing down a bite of his burger.
âsometimes.â you shrug, clicking through your documents of notes that you were hardly paying attention to with higuruma making small conversation.
âwould you like to drink now?â
the second time you look at him you see the teasing look in his own as if heâs urging you to loosen up for the night. heâs clearly in the mood to get to know you. perhaps one night of a few drinks wouldnât be so bad.
âi supposeâŚâ you sport a bashful smile, clicking out of your tabs and shutting down your laptop. you set it aside with your textbooks as higuruma orders your first round of drinks.
it starts off timid as if heâs testing the waters with some cocktails then began to try a little of everything. tropical drinks, shots, beer, and wine. of course you limited yourself to one of eachâ aside from the shots due to the fact you had a busy day tomorrow but it was surely enough to get you a bit passed tipsy.
higuruma proved to be holding his liquor better than you, smiling fondly as you babble on about the targaryen family line. at first he was curious about a video you were laughing at from tiktok and had to explain it was from game of thrones. you then learned he never watched the show and thought heâd find major interest in it.
you would yap about the politics, power, family, loyalty, and corruption. though once you got to the targaryens, higuruma had to pause at the mention of inbreeding.
âso whatâs the difference between velaryonsâs and targaryenâs?â
âvelaryon and targaryen are house names.â you giggle, toying with your straw. âfamily lines. being valyrian is like, their racial background.â
âinterestingâŚâ he nods, sipping on his rum & coke. âand whatâs the relationship between uh⌠daenerys? and jon?â
âi really shouldnât be telling you this.â you laugh. âdonât you want to watch it now?â
ââŚi guess youâre right.â he grins, followed by a sigh as he stretches his arms over his head. âshould we watch it tonight?â
you check the time on your phone, it was late. nearing midnight. it was tempting to indulge in a late night watch of one of your favorite shows but youâd probably regret it by the morning.
you bite down on your bottom lip, hiding the smile that wants to show. âitâs lateâŚâ you sigh out. âwe probably shouldnât.â
âthen letâs start now.â he urges, opening his wallet and dropping a few dollars to cover the tab and allow the server to end their night with a more than generous tip. âcâmon.â he gestures his head, holding his hand out to you.
even with being a little drunk, you still felt shy coming in such close contact with higuruma. as you lifted your hand to connect with his, he guided you through the hotel and it grew quieter upon reaching the elevators.
heâs still holding your hand, waiting for them to open. you attempt to ignore the way his thumb gently brushes against your skin rhythmically and how this must look to bystanders. the thought is cut short when the doors finally split open and higuruma lets go of your hand to palm your lower back.
higuruma follows you in, pressing the floor number. you stand side by side, him humming a soft tune whilst you stare down at your feet to avoid meeting his stare that you could feel burning into you.
it was like a breath of fresh air upon reaching your floor and seeing the doors open. higuruma places his hand to your back again, guiding you down the quiet hall before reaching your room.
he presses the keycard to the sensor, following you in. you take slow steps inside, dropping your laptop and textbook onto your bed.
âwhatâs it on?â he huffs, turning on the tv.
you make yourself comfortable under the sheets, sighing in relief from the cold. âhbo.â
he surfs for a few seconds before shaking his head. âi donât think this tv has that.â
âohâŚâ you frown then look at your laptop. âi mean, we could watch it on my laptop?â
he turns, thinking on what that means.
you both knew that meant laying down on the same bed, next to each other. he rubs his chin in thought. âonly if youâre okay with it.â
your body grows hot but you nod slowly, scooting over to make space for him. he eyes the empty space for a few seconds, making hesitant steps forward. âare you sure? we could always watch it another time.â
ââŚitâs okay.â you spoke softly. âi want to watch it with you.â
he smiles at that, proceeding to lift up the covers and tuck himself under the covers beside you. the immediate warmth of his skin brushes yours and the two of you look at each other the moment heâs settled.
his eye contact is so intense and⌠unsettling almost that it has chills run down your spine. you want to look away but higuruma speaks up before you can.
âyouâre really shy for a future lawyer.â
your brows furrow at his statement. âmânot.â
âyou are.â he chuckles, eyes low as he can feel the crash from all the drinks overtake him.
âi think itâs just you.â you boldly argue.
he raises a brow. âyeah? what about me makes you so shy?â
you open your mouth but nothing can follow through especially with him so close you can feel your stomach churn when you catch yourself looking at his lips. âjust⌠shut up.â you huff, grabbing for your laptop.
higuruma laughs, watching you log into hbo, searching for game of thrones. he steps out of the bed momentarily to turn off the lights before you can press start.
you settle the laptop atop both your legs, sighing as you press play on the first episode.
within the first thirty minutes, you fall asleep, your head rested against higurumaâs shoulder. he stayed up through three episodes, thoroughly enjoying the cause of events but forced himself to go to sleep or else heâd be having a rough day.
by the time the morning comes and your alarm goes off, you groan softly, eyes struggling to flutter open. you aimlessly search for your phone, shutting off the annoying sound before laying back down but then you feel a touch of skin.
you fully open your eyes, face twisting in fear at the sight of higuruma in your bed sound asleep. you werenât that drunk where you didnât remember wanting to watch game of thrones together but you werenât sure why he stayed on your bed through the rest of the night.
you poked him, the action immediately waking him up. he breathes heavily, eyes fluttering open. he turns his head to face you. âgood morning.â
ââŚmorning.â you mumble, all the slight confidence you gained last night completely gone. though you did feel a certain comfortability now around him.
âsleep okay?â he husks out, lifting himself from the bed.
you nod, nervously twisting the sheets.
he checks the time. it was still early and you wouldnât be meeting with your client until the afternoon. âdo you want breakfast?â
âsure.â
âanything in particular?â he grabs his keys from the nightstand, swinging them around his pointer finger.
âyour choice.â you shrug.
he hums. âgo shower. get dressed. iâll be back.â
you do as he says, showering, getting dressed, then eat breakfast with him once he gets back.
the day follows on as planned, you meet with the client, discuss the case, write down details, aim to search for more evidence and layout options.
for the next few weeks, you spent long hours traveling with higuruma to collect more evidence in support of your case. for a time you were able to juggle all the work but the stress of your bar exam coming up was starting to take a toll.
you wanted more time to study but you also had to sacrifice a lot of time to help higuruma. so you start to force yourself to stay up most nights, hardly getting any sleep, caffeine intake drastically rising.
it not only began to present itself through your physical presence but with the way you interacted with higuruma. at first he could understand having been in your position of working between school, studying, and work but as the weeks passed he noticed your decline was starting to affect your work performance.
heâd allow for a few things to slide but not at the risk of a client's future behind bars. so when he asks you a question and you remain too zoned out to answer, heâll sigh.
ây/n.â
âhm?â youâll hum, pen twisting between your teeth, completely focused on the textbook laid out.
âlook at me.â he commands, tone still gentle as he waits for your eyes to meet his. higuruma was completely aware of your inability to do so but he couldnât care at the moment. so when you only lift them for a second as if to show you were listening then drop them back to your computer screen he shakes his head with a sigh.
you donât even notice him stand then come around to palm your chair until he shuts your laptop closed and snatches the pen from your hand. he ignores your surprised reaction. âis this becoming too much for you?â
you frown, opening your mouth to say something but you canât follow through. instead you shake your head.
he spins you in your seat, forcing you to face him. âcan you look at me when iâm speaking to you, please?â
âhiguruma, iâm sorryââ you start with a small pout, not listening to what he asked.
âyou donât need to apologize. just look at me.â
itâs silent for a few seconds and you finally flicker your eyes up to look at him. a hand rests on the chair, the other on your desk completely caging you in. you can smell the strong but warm scent of his cologne that radiates off his skin and clothes.
âis this too much for you?â he asks again. âi can give you a break.â
ân-no.â you deny his inquisition. âthe work is fine. itâs just⌠the studying. iâve got my exam coming up really soon, iâm sorry.â
âitâs fine.â he assures, âlook, on the weekends and on our breaks, iâll help you study. itâs not nice seeing you like this, okay?â
you nod and he stands at his full height, comfortably squeezing your shoulder then patting your head. âtake a nap. you look like you need it.â
there was about one more month left until youâd have to take the exam and higuruma keeps through on his promise and dedicates any moment of extra time he has to help you study.
his methods actually allowed you to gain more sleep, balance work more appropriately, and retain the information easier. you genuinely felt like you were learning. you even complimented higuruma on his skills of teaching, claiming that heâd make a great professor.
this continues throughout the month until it was time for the actual day. he helped you study in the morning for a bit, not too much as he didnât want to override your brain. he got you breakfast and decided to drop you off at the testing site.
âiâll be right here, okay?â
you nod, looking at him with a solemn smile. you hesitate at first but overwhelmed by your emotions you reach over the console to give him a hug. âthank youâŚâ
he lets out a breath that sounds close to a laugh, hands coming around to circle your body. his palm rubs up and down your back in a comforting motion. âyouâve got this.â he whispers. âgood luck.â
you head into the building, gone for a total of three and a half hours. he fell asleep in the car for about an hour until he hears three rampant knocks to the passenger window.
he sees your figure standing there with other individuals following out the building. immediately, he unlocks the door, watching you hop into the car without a word.
âhow do you think you did?â he sighs, turning the ignition of the car.
you can only shrug, anxiety riddled through your body. passing was the only option for you. you opted out in taking it the first month the exam is taken so youâd have more time to study. this was your last chance or else you wouldnât be able to advance in your studies.
higuruma takes in your worrisome expression, reaching his hand out to gently squeeze your shoulder. âshould we go out for some drinks?â
you let out a small laugh, looking at him and nodding.
the two of you settle for some small bar, doing the same as before. indulging in every kind of drink but still keeping limitations. eventually, higuruma suggested to watching game of thrones and you in your slightly drunk state of mind couldnât deny.
you end up at his home because you were too scared of what your roommate might say if you brought higuruma home. you step into the threshold, eyes wide as you stare around in awe.
âwhy is it so empty?â you giggle, noticing the lack of⌠anything.
it was as if he simply bought the house and disregarded buying any furniture, dishes, and utensils. does he even live here? was your initial thought as you scavenged through his pantry, cabinets, and refrigerator only to find nothing that could saturate your hunger.
âi spend most of my time at the office.â he huffs, tugging off his suit jacket and tossing it on his sofa. âi mainly come back here to shower and change clothes.â
you hum, clutching your purse as you continue to look around, dragging your fingers along surfaces.
thatâs sort of become your lifestyle too now. youâve no doubt seen higuruma more than your own roommateâ which supported why you definitely couldnât bring him over without warning.
he steps towards you, pointing to your purse and jacket. âwould you like to shower?â
âthatâd be niceâŚâ you nod, handing him your belongings to toss with his jacket.
he grabs an extra towel he luckily had and his pajamas for you to wear since you didnât have any clothes of your own. âi plan to order some food, do you want anything in particular?â
âdealerâs choice.â you smile at him. he nods, leaving you to shower as he picks on what to eat. you shower for about half an hour as you spent half of that time snooping around his restroom for any indication of a woman being here.
it was surely none of your business but you couldnât help but find yourself intrigued by higuruma. naturally, amongst the things you wondered about was if he shared a life with someone. though it shouldâve been obvious with the way he never spends his time at home and the simple fact of you being here.
you dried yourself off, putting on his clothes and unsure of where to put the used towel, you walk into his bedroom searching for a hamper. though you find yourself eager to just look around. there wasnât much to find except for the basics.
you open his closet and find a wide range of suits all in black and white along with his pajamas that were the same color. he also had a distinct collection of watches and cologne.
you end up spraying the different fragrances into the air, adoring the mixture of them being woody, earthy, and citrusy. you take one, spraying it onto yourself.
âhaving fun?â
you turn fast on your feet, startled by his voice. he sports a teasing smile and you canât help but feel your body grow hot in embarrassment. âum⌠sorryâŚâ you laugh nervously, placing the cap back on to the cologne and settling it back in its original spot.
he shakes his head, fond of how you looked, âitâs alright. i ordered chinese.â he then hands you the remote to the tv and his phone for you to track the food. âlog in to hbo. iâll go take a quick shower.â
you nod, heading back out and taking a seat on his sofa. you log into hbo and as you waited, you ended up using his phone to scroll through tiktok. you definitely couldâve used your own but it felt more fun to use his considering the fact he didnât even have the app in the first place.
the food arrived and within ten minutes after higuruma was done with his shower, fully dressed. he was wearing the same thing as you with the exception of his clothes looking larger on your frame.
he takes a seat beside you, spreading out the arrangement of food he bought on the mini table he had. you press play on the show and hour after hour you felt happier, completely forgetting that you even had an exam today. forgetting that you spent months worrying about this very day all thanks to higuruma.
you always grew a certain amount of courage after drinking so it went without a thought for you to sigh after feeling full then lean sideways to rest your head on his shoulder.
âthank you for today.â you mumble, eyes glued to the screen.
higurumaâs sprawled back, legs spread until you lean against him.
he doesnât want to think too hard about the current proximity, simply enjoying the moment as he throws an arm around you so youâd feel more comfortable snuggling up to him.
âyou deserved it.â he squeezes you gently and you donât say anything in response, just cozying up to him some more.
from that day, you and higuruma grew closer than ever and you began to notice that you often thought about him, smiled at him more, opened up, and gained the courage to look at him longer.
with every compliment, touch, and night that you spent at his house watching game of thrones whilst eating food, there was no denying that you shared particular feelings for him.
and as the weeks past, you began to wonder what you should do with these feelings until the time came where the scores for the bar exam were out. the two of you were sat in the office per usual, and you received an email notification describing that the scores for the exam were out and where to check them.
you swallowed thickly, logging in to your admissions portal.
âdid you ever get a copy of the prosecution's discovery?â higuruma asks, mindlessly flipping through a file.
his question is followed by silence and heâll lift his head. ây/n?â
upon the continuous silence, higuruma rolls on his chair, peeking his head over to your cubicle to see you hiding your face and your shoulders shaking. concerned at the sight, he stands, and approaches you to palm your shoulder and thatâs when he begins to understand that youâre crying when a fragile sob falls past your lips.
his heart burns at the broken sound. âwhatâs wrong?â his eyes lift to your monitor and see the familiar page of the exam results. he scrolls through the letter to see youâve passed.
a laugh of relief spills from his throat, glad that your reaction isnât due to any devastating news. his hand circles around your wrist and tugs at it. âcome here.â
you slowly stand, allowing your emotions to flow upon feeling his arms encircle you tightly. youâll cry into his chest, managing to thank him through your tears. heâll shush you, rubbing at your back and cradling the back of your head.
âyou did such a good job.â he murmurs into your hair.
he continues to mumble praises into your hair and ear, holding and consoling you until your crying has calmed down. once he hears you letting out small breaths to control your breathing, he pulls back, wiping at your tear stained cheeks. âiâm so proud of you.â
your body grows hot at the compliment paired with his stare as he gently cups your cheek, thumb swiping across the skin.
you let out a shaky breath, not sure if it was from your crying or that feeling pooling between your legs. your eyes drop down to his lips then back up to his eyes. higuruma does the same and you canât help but curl your fingers around his dress shirt.
both of your breathing picks up and neither of you are sure of what to do in this moment. you can feel his free hand drop from your back then down to your waist as you each exchange flickering looks between your lips and eyes.
âhigurumaâŚâ you breathe out and he shakes his head, closing his eyes then pressing his forehead to yours.
âhiromi.â he corrects, switching his hand that cups your cheeks to palm the back of your neck. âmy name⌠say it. thatâs all i need.â
you fight the whine that bubbles in your throat, gripping tightly onto him as you open your mouth. âhiromiâŚâ
he gives in at the immediate desperation his name holds, roughly pressing you against him so your lips could meet.
the two of you have your hands moving everywhere along your bodies and a gasp rushes from your lungs as he frantically lifts you onto the desk.
items clatter everywhere as he knocks them away whilst dipping his tongue into your mouth. itâs frantic and eager the way your mouths clash together. soft groans and moans spilling into the air as papers crumble beneath your figure.
you kick off your heels as hiromi hikes your skirt around your hips, pressing your back against the surface and knocking your legs open with his knees, revealing the lace panties hidden underneath them.
he presses himself against you with a rough groan, one hand hoisting your leg at his waist, whilst the other taps your cheek then grips your face to press into them. âopen.â
your jaw widens, and hiromi hums before spitting in your mouth then leaning in to connect your lips again.
heâs hard and big.
itâs all you can think of as your tongues mesh together in perfect harmony.
weeks of built up feelings that you both tried so hard to fight all falling at the seams. you reach up to tug at his black roots as he unconsciously ruts himself against your clothed core.
you take advantage when he finally pulls away, a string of saliva following with him. his lips are swollen and covered in spit as he leans down to kiss along your jaw, then suck at the skin of your neck. you pant feverishly against his ear, gripping tighter onto him each time his bulge connects with your clit just right.
deep shaky breaths fly through his nose as rolls his hips, eyes squeezing tightly from the tightness building in his pants. it felt so fucking good to hear those soft whimpers and moans escape your lips. âfeels so good.â he groans, pressing his forehead against yours. you two practically rubbing against each other like bunnies in heat without even starting the main course.
you whimper feeling yourself clench around nothing. your hands grasp for higuruma and he hums, kissing just below your ear. âgonna cum?â
you nod, mouth slacked open as he breathes harshly against your neck. âthatâs okay, sweetheart.â he huffs, using his free hand to travel down between your bodies. fuck, he thinks the moment his fingers feel how drenched your panties are. your eyes blow wide as he pinches your clothed clit then rubs in tight circles. âyou can cum, itâs okay.â
âoh my god.â you tremble and writhe against his lengthy figure, clawing at his back and arms as you feel lost on what to hold on with your orgasm building every second.
he stops the movement of his hips, grasping your neck so youâd be staring straight at him as he picks up the pace of his fingers. âcome on.â he licks his lips, maintaining the eye contact he forces you to hold. âi wanna see you. youâre almost there.â
âhiromiââ you choke on the air, threatening to close your eyes but he shakes your head, warning you to keep them open as your body trembles from the euphoria that overcomes you.
âgood job.â he wipes at your forehead and cheeks, standing to his full height. you use his tie to lift yourself up, meeting your lips again and immediately sloshing your tongue with his. while he fumbles to unbutton your shirt you do the same then aggressively toss off his tie. his large hands grope at your breast before unclipping your bra to flick and twist at your nipple. you moan into his mouth, fingertips caressing the light muscles of his abs.
he finds it quite amusing how you flinch with each twist and tug but nonetheless you let him continue his worship of your body. he leaves your skirt cinched around your waist, squeezing your hips then slowly tugs your panties down your legs.
you canât imagine what he plans to do next until he drops both his hands behind your thighs, pressing them down as far as he can before bending down to dip his head between your legs.
his tongue flattens against your leaking hole, sucking up all slick your pussy produced. you reach straight for his hair, choking on a moan. âw-wait, i canât.â you tell him, quivering at the sudden sensation. it certainly didnât help with how big his nose is, he had the advantage to nudge it against your clit each lick and suck.
âi just want to taste you.â his voice vibrates against you, eliciting a strangled moan out of you. âis that okay, love?â he pulls back momentarily, mouth and nose coated in your juices as he presses a kiss to either side of your thighs.
what gets you is the fact he genuinely waits on your response. you nod feebly and he presses a kiss to your clit. âthank you.â is all he says before continuing his actions. your eyes immediately squeeze shut and youâre not sure if youâre trying to push his head or pull him closer. regardless, your back arches off the desk, pulling at his hair as he holds you down to prevent any more of your squirming.
a sound of absolute satisfaction rumbles in his chest and higuruma loses himself in your taste. heâs quite filthy really. you wouldâve never expected him to be the type of man that relentlessly switches between licking, spitting, and sucking the way he does. a small pool of liquid has likely formed under you by now.
âr-romi, mâ gonna cum.â he hears, feeling the way you buck up against his mouth and quite literally has to force himself off you at the announcement. he seethes in a breath, huffing and puffing, licking around his mouth.
higuruma stands straight again, unbuckling his belt, letting out a soft breath as he no longer feels constricted. your eyes fall when he drops his pants and briefs. shit. i mean, you figured he was big but not that fucking big.
you yelp as he pulls you to the edge of the table, slapping his thick cock against your drooling hole that pulses around nothing.
âcan i?â he collects your mess between his fingers, spreading your folds and gliding his shaft between them.
you nod but higuruma shakes his head then grips your neck to pull you up. âtell me, sweetheart. can i?â
âp-please.â you look up at him, all doe eyed and desperate. his hand squeezes your neck and keeps you looking at him as he uses his other hand to pull you closer, prodding in just the tip then slowly pushes himself into your warm, gushing cunt. your mouth slacks open at the stretch, gasping for air as higuruma squeezes tighter from the way you sporadically clench around his length.
heâs only halfway in and itâs taking all his energy to not cum. your pussy is torturously sucking him in, so much so a quivering grunt echoes from his chest. he pats your thigh in response. âease up, itâs just me, darling.â he tells you, and you want to laugh at how serious heâs being. ease up? not fucking possible when at least eight inches length and formidable girth was pushing itself into you.
once heâs finally filled to the hilt. your legs cross around his hips, grasping his wrist, preventing him from squeezing too tight on your throat. âyouâre always such a good girl⌠so smart and beautiful.â he praises, leaning in to peck your lips then follows with butterflies kisses along your jaw and neck then comes back up to meet your lips again. your mouths twist slower, fiery and brimmed with passion to distract you from the roll of his hips.
âso warm.â he moans against your lips, biting down and sucking on your bottom one. he finally lets go of your neck, pushing you on your back again then clasping both thighs as leverage to pummel himself deep into your pussy. he groans along to your whimpers and moans, dark eyes focused on the imprint that shows itself on your stomach with every thrust.
his light abs glisten with sweat, his brows furrowed as he zones into the way he disappears in and out of your pussy that sucks him in and coats his base white.
papers crumble beneath your fist as your moans are pulled closer together, the indication that your orgasm was fast approaching. the effect likely to be huge since you already had your first and was denied your second. hiromi grunts, fixing you into a mean semi-mating press, legs over his shoulders as his balls mercilessly slap against your skin to echo around the office space.
âgonna cum.â you quiver but higuruma smacks your clit as if thatâs supposed to help.
âhold it.â
âi-i canât.â you look at him, pouting.
his eyes snap up to meet yours and he smacks you again. âhold it.â
he somehow moves faster and harder, harshly breathing with sweat beading down his temple. after a minute, youâre completely spent, eyes watering as you shake your head. âromi, please. i canât hold it.â
âshhh.â he huffs, pressing his palm over your mouth, viciously chasing the high of his orgasm. he rolls his eyes shut, sticking two fingers into your mouth. âgo. hurry up and cum.â
itâs only a few seconds after his command that your waves come crashing down, body yearning to close upon itself due to the overstimulation but higuruma keeps you spread open, still thrusting for what feels like over a minute.
he pulls out, a hand immediately coming to pump at his length, the other angling your body just right so when he forces your mouth open, hot spurts of his cum land on your breasts, chin, and tongue.
hiromi takes a breath that sounds like heâs inhaling fresh air, squeezing at his tip to extract every ounce of his fill. he takes a good and long look at your weak body, collecting his remains that landed on you to push back into your mouth.
âso beautifulâŚâ he cups your cheek, holding you upright since you clearly canât. âyou alright? did i hurt you?â
âno⌠iâm okay.â you mumble, staring up at him as if he held up the moon and stars. âwas i?⌠okay?â
âabsolutely, love.â his brows furrow, gently caressing your skin as he looks at you. âmore than okay. perfect.â
you smile shyly at that and he has a similar question on his mind as he helps in cleaning you up. âare we okay?â
âam i okay for you?â
hiromi has begun to understand your naturally shy and timid nature but it also crossed his mind that your sense of overthinking would come into play with your age gap.
it wasnât drastic of course but he would never want to put you in a position that made you seemingly uncomfortable.
you nod with a small smile, gripping his bicep and pulling him in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. âmore than okay⌠perfect.â
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Caleb loves seeing the shape of your teeth marking his skin. He wears them like badges of honour. As soon as the marks disappear, he will do anything for you to leave new ones scattered across his skin.
He can't explain exactly what it is about them that he loves so much. Is it the small visual reminders? Is it the stings that makes him gasp? Is it knowing your lips were on his body? Is it know he's the one satiating your oral fixation? Maybe it's all of those. He doesn't really know. He just knows he can't get enough.
Sometimes you see the marks and feel sorry, worried you might have hurt him a lot when it is still there several days later. You try to soothe the marks on his hand, hoping to massage the skin back to normal.
"whatcha doin', pipsqueak?" he asks when he looks away from the movie playing on tv, noticing your frown as you rub his hand. "why is this still here..." you mumble to yourself more than to him. He let's out a soft laugh before pulling you a bit closer.
"because you bit me sooooo hard, you almost drew blood!" he teases you, but you don't seem to find it funny. When he sees your unchanging frown, he tilts your chin towards him, forcing you to meet those galaxy like purple eyes.
He leans in and you close your eyes, ready for his lips to touch yours, but they never do. "Ouch!" you wince when he pinches your cheek "what was that for?"
"you should get back at me..." I grins as he puts the back of his hand to your lips, hoping you will deepen the markings as revenge, but you don't.
It quickly turns into a little game of 'caleb trying anything to piss you off and get you to open your mouth', but you remain steadfast, lips tightly pursed together no matter how much he tickles, pinches and teases.
He is desperate for a reaction, for you to sink your teeth so deep into his skin that the shaped will be etched into it for weeks. He holds you in his lap, arms slung around your shoulders from behind as he pouts.
The display of your phone that had been tossed to the side starts ringing, a familiar name as the caller ID.
Before you can even reach towards the phone, Caleb snatches it away and puts it on speaker while once again pushing the back of his hand to your lips.
"Hey Tara, it's Caleb!" he announces cheerfully. Suddenly his other hand pushes your panties to the side, thanking the heavens you were wearing just his shirt and your underwear on this lazy evening.
You almost let out a shriek at the sudden touch, but luckily Caleb's hand is conveniently placed between your teeth the moment your lips separated.
"Don't make a sound, pipsqueak..." he whispers in your ear in your ear while playing with your clit, lying through his teeth to Tara, claiming you were already asleep.
Tara says she'll call you later but Caleb isn't ready to hang up yet. He asks about new restaurants in Linkon city, cute date spots and other fun activities and Tara is all too happy to tell him all her favourite spots.
Meanwhile tears are starting to form in your eyes as you try your best not to moan while his middle finger gently dips in your entrance. Your jaws clench on his hand and he let's out a hiss. It doesn't escape Tara's ears.
"Are you alright?" the ever kind hearted woman asks, completely unaware of how you're currently sprawled out in Caleb's lap while he finger fucks you into pure bliss.
"Yeah, was just being clumsy and bumped my toe... nothing severe!" he claims as he inserts a second finger, stretching you out so perfectly.
As his fingers pump inside of you, he uses his thumb to apply some pressure on your clit, getting you so close to the edge. You're about to cry and don't know how much longer you can hold back these obscene sounds that are so close to spilling from your lips.
Luckily they seem to finish up their conversation, Caleb readily accepting Tara's invitation to go to one of her hot spots with the four of you, just like with Linkon new year. Soon after the line cuts off, signaled by the tell tale beeps.
A shaky, muffled moan leaves your lips as you can finally relax a little. But your muscles contract when Caleb finally brings you to your sweet release. He helps you ride it out till the last second before removing his hand from your lips, admiring the red marks fully covering it.
"you were so good for me..." he coos as you come down in his arms "your little friend had no idea that you were here, dripping all over my fingers."
He nuzzles into your neck, leaving a trail of kisses on your shoulder before leaving his own mark there gently as you fall asleep in his embrace.
AT THIS SHIP YOU WILL WITNESS ⌠current!caleb & fem!reader. warning(s) -> MDNI. [18+ only]. needy/possessive caleb, might be ooc caleb, apple as a gag(?), squirting, implied creampies, cum eating, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, no plot, just smut, not proofread wordcount. 1.6k (kinda short cs idk much ab him yet & i dedicated my whole pussy into this forgive me) tags. @ljubimaya
đťđ¸ đ đ¸đŻđ°đ đŠđŽ with single-minded determination to keep you near him at all times. Even with a 180 degree turn of his personality during his interrogation of you before, he assures you that protocol was the only reason for his brief change. Yet in the privacy of his room, he doesnât exactly change to normal..
You didnât know what brought you to the current situation you were in. To be more detailed, the situation you were in included you sprawled out on his bed, shirt bunched up beneath your chin with Calebâs body hovering above you, burying his cock into you with reckless abandon. It all started with an innocent, heartfelt confession. But little did you know that calebsâ feelings would run so deep, so intense, to the point he had to have his mouth latch onto one of your tits, eagerly suckling on a nipple all the while his hips were unrelenting.
âW-wait, Caleb, please, I canât cum again,â you whine with a sob, hands above you clinging onto his pillow for dearlife as he brought you to the brink of your nth orgasm. Caleb on the other hand seemed better than you despite the fact he would follow you every time you came, spilling his seed into your warm channel as if in sync. In truth, he wanted to cum the moment he slid inside your wet heat, but decided against it, wanting to cum with you. âYes you can, I know you can, sweet girl,â he mumbled persuasively sweet against your flushed skin, your tits aching in the best way in his squeezing hand and warm mouth.
âCaleb, Caleb, fuckâ! I feel weird,â you sobbed with a drawn out moan, hips beginning to squirm at the unfamiliar feeling in lower belly. His cock was stretching you out so good, almost too good. You thought you were on the edge of another orgasm but it felt completely foreign to you, fearing that you might embarrass yourself if Caleb kept on going like this. But Caleb himself was undeterred. Instead, a knowing smile of satisfaction crept on his face at your pleas, knowing exactly what was coming. âOf course you are, baby,â he cooed softly, hand fondling your right breast slipping down your back to thumb over the sensitive nub of your clit, rubbing it quick, tight circles that made your body arch into him with a cry.
Your legs quivered and kicked weakly on Calebâs hip all the while he was fucking into you like it was nobodyâs business, eager to push more of his cum into your already fully pussy. He could feel the heels of your feet burying into his lower back, quivering with pleasure that he knew was unfamiliar to you until now. Until he brought it to you.
his touch was precise, coaxing but going above your limits to make sure he makes your mind blank out. And true to his intentions, you cried out, loud, arching off the bed with splutters of profanities leaving your lips along with a wail pleading of his name when the pace of his thrusts into you sopping cunt quickened along with the rub and pinches of the throbbing nub of your clit.
Your lips parted in a silent scream when you felt yourself squirting all over his thick cock, yours juices surely overflowing onto his pelvis and down his balls to drip onto the sheets, making you gasp repeatedly, velvety walls spasming uncontrollably around Calebâs pitifully hard dick, making him hiss a heavy âshitâ before he fucked into you more, prolonging your orgasm to reach his own. His hips jerked erratically into you, balls drawn up tight with his incoming orgasm until he came to an abrupt stop, hand previously rubbing your nub now holding you down by your pelvis all the while his throbbing cock pulsed with each pump of cum into your already filled cunt, making sure to overflow you with his seed.
Calebâs chest heaved with heavy breaths to catch his breath, pulling away from your boneless, sweat sheened body on the bed, with his length deeply sheathed inside your warm hole still. With a few more shallow thrusts, he finally pulled out, breathing out a moan at the erotic sight of his cum that made a ring around his base, your leaking slit no less sexy.
âFuck, youâre so fucking hot like.. Panting like a bitch in heat just for me,â caleb taunted, his own cheeks flushed red all the same along with his body coated with a thin layer of sweat like yours was on his bed, chest heaving from exertion. He couldnât help the sly smirk that crept up his face, hand sliding down your thigh to pat the plush flesh there twice as if he was praising you, saying âgood girlâ.
Your pants died out and your breathing came back to normal, your limbs weak on the bed after a moment. Your lids felt heavy during the brief period when Caleb wasnât doing to you, head burying into his pillow beneath your head to succumb to the sleep that called for you. But it seems like your supposed childhood friend had other plans for you.
âUrk..! Caleb.. whatâre you doing now..â you slurred, mind still hazy from the mind blowing orgasm he gave you to process the tug he made on your leg. Your head lifted from the pillow weakly to see what he was doing standing off the edge of the bed, other hand moving to wrap around your other leg for another tug until you were close to the edge of the mattress.
âShh.. get your rest. Iâll clean you up while you sleep, yeah?â the man with violet eyes shushed with a teasing lilt, reaching an arm over to grab one of his red apples nearby to bring them up to your lips, leaning forward to meet your half-lidded gaze. âTry not to be too loud.. I donât want any of my colleagues coming over for a noise complaint,â he spoke in a near whisper, making the fresh red skin of the apple to kiss your equally succulent lips. You brought up a hand to hold the apple, letting him pull away. Yours brows furrowed at the implication that he wasnât done, already biting down on the sweet fruit he gave you.
Leaving you oblivious, Caleb knelt between your legs that hung over the edge of his bed, positioning himself so he could lean in close to your pussy which he left in a mess, globs of his semen still oozing out to drip down the delicious curves of your ass. With eyes gleaming with unsated lust, he propped an arm under your thigh, the other hand pushing the other thigh further apart to give him access to your dripping cunt. He stopped pulling you apart when he could see your weakly clenching hole, head dipping to lick a firm stripe up the wet slit, making sure to flick over the clit too before repeated the action once more, though sloppier this time.
The evident shivers you made at his ministrations made him grin at the while he lapped up at the remnants of your juices that stained your folds, alternating between tongue-fucking your slick warm heat and sucking and biting on your sensitive nub for an extra boost of pleasure to shoot up your spine. Calebâs gaze flickered up to your squirming form whenever he found the strength to peel his eyes off your filled pussy, scooping up his cum that he stuffed inside your used cunt to taste himself, then shove it back into you. The man could barely hear the muffled whines and whimpers you made whenever his slid his tongue as deep as it could go past your entrance, unrelenting with his pace, utterly absorbed in the act of pleasing you along with âcleaningâ you.
your earlier boneless body flared up again at the persistent strokes of calebâs tongue on your wet heat, feeling his hand on your thigh knead your flesh and squeeze it tight whenever he lost himself in your depths for a long while before pulling away to get some air, only when he felt the unforgivable burn in his lungs. The way his nose grazed your neglected clit was equally unforgivable, only offering the nub a few kitten licks that nothing to sate its throbbing need for stimulation. Yet when he sensed your impending orgasm, it was as if a switch went off in his head, his focusing shifting to your pitiful clit to assault it with full force, nibbling and swirling his tongue around it relentlessly. The man was thankful he gave you that apple, or else the volumes of your cries at the delicious orgasm he was about to make you reach again would have escaped his room to the ears of his unsuspecting colleagues.
âFor fuckâs sake, Caleb, slow, fuck..! Slow down..!â You thrashed your hips all over his face, grinding for dear life. You could feel your climax coming in, and it was coming in fast. You rocked your hips into his face a few more times before you brought the bite covered apple to your mouth for another full bite, throwing your head back with a hand gripping onto the pillow beside your head, an overwhelming sense of ecstasy washing over your body, barely able to overcome your sobs.
âI could make you cum all the damn hours of the day if I could, princess, fuck.. you did so well,â Caleb grinned against the damp folds of your pussy, half of his face smeared with your cum which he slurped with unrivalled eagerness. He pulled away from between your thighs to look up at you properly, curl of his lips growing only wider at the sight of your utterly passed out on his bed, his earlier praises falling to deaf ears.
got a lot of caleb brainrot the lads addiction is real
i personally think heâd love chubby girls, or rather chubby mc cause shes the only girl for him. i mean all the LIs would but i think caleb is especially obsessed (wbk)
caleb physically cannot get his hands off of you. his hands are always on your hips or waist and when theyâre not its because youâre holding hands. itâs like heâs superglued to you.
he lovesssss to dress you up like a doll. probably has a pinterest board full of outfit ideas and has a huge list of brands that carry the cutest clothes in your size and yk damn well heâs buying them even if he has to pay the craziest international shipping. i think heâs a huge fan of babydoll dresses (especially for nightwear) and gets extreme cuteness aggression if u wear them. but heâs also very greedy so heâs apprehensive abt having other ppl see you when ur dressed so cute, glaring daggers at anyone who even glances at you LMAOO. he loves wearing the corniest matching outfits too its like heâs marking his territory.
heâs actually so obsessed with how soft u are against him. rests his head in your lap and uses u as a pillow, feeling u up after a particularly stressful mission. put him in a headlock between ur thighs and heâs seeing heaven i swear that man is a D1 FREAK!!!
i just canât stop thinking abt him its crazy im crazy!!!! i could go on but i fear for my digital footprint.
âá°. summary: going out of his way to become your tutor, caleb is right where he wants to be when you invite him over.
âá°. cw: dom!caleb, tutor!caleb, perversion, semi-masturbation, panty ADDICT, freako caleb, a creampie, dirty talk, just a little degradation, orgasm-denial if you squint, caleb is very needy 4 u and also a little obsessive
âá°. wc: 4.1k
âá°. a/n: i'm not particularly interested in caleb as a li, but i hope i did his writing justice. i also wrote this all in one go for u crazy freaks. enjoy!
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light, fruity, feminine; that was the inviting smell of your room that greeted caleb every time he came over for a session. your walls were adored with small posters of your favourite medias, and over them, warm fairy lights were strung to create a very home-y, gentle atmosphere. your room was a direct reflection of you, someone who was just as inviting and gentle, someone who was just as warm and feminine. he was obsessed.
he's observed you from afar for a while now as the girl who seemed unreachable, untouchable. he would purposefully sit in the row behind you during lecture hall to keen himself in on what you were jotting down in your notes or searching up on your computer. you were never secretive about it, not even when you browsed online stores or your clicked through social media during class.
sometimes he would drop whatever he was doing when he saw you on campus, with your friends sometimes not. he preferred when you were alone. he never followed you anywhere, no, but he would take mental notes of where you frequented and with whom. he felt like a weirdo at first, staring at you like this and getting to know you well enough to be mistaken for your friend. but that feeling had long past, long after he actually became your friend.
it took a bit of courage and time from him to work himself up to the challenge of simply talking to you, but it was easier than he thought once he actually approached you. you were sociable, kind, so warm. it also helped that caleb knew all of your interests already and was a great conversationalist when it came to things he was passionate about. no, not your favourite band, but you.
he found himself only growing more infatuated with your person as time went on. you entrusted him quickly; he knew he was very charming and welcoming as a person, so when you started confiding in him, details of your personal life, he happily listened. he hated when you talked about previous relationships or other guys you were currently looking at. has all the effort he has put in to get close to you been in vain?? he dismissed those conversations; he hated those men.
it was only when you started talking about your with assignments that caleb began to become interested again. something about caleb was that, despite not really trying, he was a prodigy in school. it was the reason why he could get away with gawking at you in class without failing. andnow, hearing you complain about classes he had found easyâeven while sleeping through themâhe realized he had another way into your life. his intelligence was a gift that kept on giving, it seemed.
when he first offered to tutor, you were skeptical. apparently, you had tried tutors in the past and none of them really helped, but caleb assured you that he would be different - that he would actually help. you reluctantly agreed and insisted on paying him despite his refusal. seeing you privately, teaching you, guiding you was more than enough to satisfy caleb in every way, but you were a feisty one.
the first time came caleb came over for a tutoring session, he almost came in his pants just stepping into that fruity-scented room of yours and had to wait until you left for the bathroom to let out a soft groan of pleasure. he wasn't sure why he was so aroused by just being in your room like this, you hadn't even done anything but get most of the questions wrong on your calculus practice exam. there's no reason for his cock to be twitching in his pants like this every time he looked up at you.
the feeling of restraint was a nice one to caleb, though. every time he packed his bag before heading off to your place for a session, he knew he would spend the next hour or two trying not to get his dick all hard. he's felt it before; your form so close to his that the heat radiating off of you sent jolts straight down to his cock, and still, he had to resist getting fully erect. something about being denied that pleasure because he could get caught by you was exhilarating, it made him lightheaded. but he questioned, when was denial going to eat away at him?
caleb was a good tutor, a great one in fact. since the day he was hired, you've improved significantly in all of your most hated subjects. he's turned around the pattern of unreliable tutors you've had in the past, which is why he thinks you decided to continue your sessions even through spring break. on any normal basis, caleb would reject the offer. spring break was his time to leave the campus behind and take a flight somewhere deserted. but for you? he'd stay nailed to your room floor if you so wanted.
"caleb's here!" he chirps happily as he knocks on your apartment door. he hears scuffling from afar followed by the nearing pitter-patter of your footsteps. he watches as the door unlocks and opens for him, you shorter form - clad in shorts and loose shirt - standing behind it with a gentle smile.
"hey, come in. sorry, was cleaning out my backpack." you step aside for him and then turn your back to him as you motioned for him to follow you into your room. that gesture was enough to already get his hormones erratic.
caleb tightens his grip on his bag and uses other hand to wave dismissively while following you to your bedroom. "nah, you're all good. you doing some spring cleaning?" he asks with a playful lilt to his voice. he steps into your room and glances around, trying not to make it obvious to you that he was getting a little antsy.
"uh, something like that," you answer while situating yourself on a cushion behind your small floor table. right next to you, was where caleb usually sat. "i just need my backpack empty for when class starts up again. i get overwhelmed with all the papers but never end up doing anything about it." you lug the backpack in question off from the table pull out the textbooks you were gonna use to study today.
caleb nods at your words and realizes he should be making himself at home too. he drops his bag beside the table and moves to the cushion next to you, glancing over at the textbook name. "more math?" he asks in a laugh.
you sigh in exasperation and shrug. this was the subject most of your study sessions were about. "i can't do any type of math, it's actually kinda funny how bad i am." you wrap one arm around caleb's neck and pull him into a good-natured side hug. "but that's why you're here!"
caleb immediately tenses up in your embrace. oh fuck, this difficult task of not creaming his pants was already proving to be extreme, and he had barely been in your house for five minutes. despite his struggle, he didn't want to pull away from you, fearing you would take it as rejection, but your proximity and scent was already making him dizzy.
thankfully you peeled yourself off of him before he could let a pathetic moan slip out. with a grunt, he shifts himself on the cushion and zeros in his attention to the textbook you opened. he watches you flip through the pages, saying something about the professor being annoyingâor was it the work? he wasnât sure; he was already too far gone.
"s-so, how much work am i helping you with here? ya gonna suck up day one of my spring break dry?" caleb chuckles, trying to distract himself from the ache in his body.
"i won't keep you long," you sigh, "i already feel bad making you help me over our break. it'll be short, don't worry."
he nods again, but your words make him feel conflicting turmoil. he wanted to stay, but the longer he did, the greater the risk of him busting a nut right there on your carpet. he had been suppressing his arousal for months and he was now reaching his limit.
"no it's okay, take as much of my time as you need," caleb responds with a smile that was slightly forced. the will of god himself could not ameliorate the amount of horny caleb had built within him - but caleb was stronger than god in that room.
the next hour consisted of you brushing against him, teasing him, asking him questions in a cute, confused tone. he was losing his composure so quick that an erection was inevitable for him despite the restraint. he placed his bag over his lap so that it wasn't so obvious, but he knew at some point, he was gonna have to take it off. going to your bathroom to relieve himself was also not a solution, considering your bathroom shared a wall with your room and you would be able to hear the groans of your name that he needed to say to be able cum.
"do you want something to eat?" you suddenly ask after you triumphantly finished another practice sheet from the textbook. "you've been here for a while, i can see what i have in the kitchen."
caleb almost jumped for joy. yes, please leave the room, please he can't take it anymore. you're so much. "i-i wouldn't mind it, thanks. take your time, you've been working hard." he watches you smile and nod before leaving the room, leaving him inside alone.
. . . he shouldn't . . . he shouldn't. he had to respect the home you so graciously invited him into and he shouldn't. but the erection in his pants was so overwhelmingly distracting that if he had any chance of being good tutor for the rest of his time here, he needed to relieve himself.
caleb pushes himself off the cushion and lets his bag fall from his lap. he quietly strides to your dresser and has one final moral dilemma in his head before opening one of the cabinets. these were your shirts. he opens another one - your socks. then another - your bras. the bras were tempting, he wouldn't lie, but they weren't what he was looking for. but then he hit the top drawer which looked like a gold mine to him - your panties. he groans into his palm before haphazardly picking up a pink one and closing the cabinet.
quickly, he brings it to his nose and begins palming himself through his pants. fuck, this was better than any jack-off session he's ever had with porn - and he wasn't even really touching his cock. stumbling around like a man drunk, he bends over your bed with his nose deep into the pussy lining of your panties. pre-cum soaked his own underwear and he could only hope that it wouldn't seep into his pants. he needed this; like a man needed water he needed your pussy overtaking him like this.
the pleasure hazing his mind only amplified when he caught glimpse of your laundry hamper in the corner. his eyes blew wide, the purple of his irises gone as his pupils dilated at a new idea. he rushes over to the hamper and digs through the top pieces of clothes with one singular prayer in his mind.
please, please, please.
and maybe his prayers worked, maybe god was actually with him because he found exactly what he was risking his entire reputation for - a dirty, used panty that had all of your natural musk on it, uncovered by detergent and fully soaked with every acidic smell of your pussy. the moment caleb brings the red fabric to his nose, he lets out the loudest groan he's ever allowed himself to do in your house. what he would give for this to be your actual soaking, wet heat covering his face. he was almost tempted to pull out his cock right there and use your underwear as a make-shift pocket pussy, but he thought against it.
you'd be back any minute now. he didn't know what you were making, and it made him nervous. there was a difference in time between slicing apples and cooking those struggle-meal noodles on the stove, and he was none-the-wiser as to what you were doing. but he didn't want to move. he really didn't. he growls at the dilemma, but despite the disagreements happening in his brain his body wasn't moving.
caleb moves the panties back a few inches to get a good look at it. it was stained with a bit of discharge and other feminine fluids that he couldn't be sure of, but that didn't stop him from what he did next. he brings the crotch of your panties to his mouth and clamps down on it, sucking it vigorously in attempts to taste every second that you wore this. there was a tangy taste on his mouth that he learned in that second was the taste of you - and that realization itself made his balls clench up, readying to spill in his pants. he quickly moves his hand away from his erection imprint to stall his orgasm but cries out softly from the denial. thankfully, the cloth of your panties muffled his voice.
everything became a second thought, though, when he heard the change in your footsteps from outside. you were no longer walking on the tiles of your kitchen, but instead the wooden floors of the common room. caleb clambered to pile all of the discarded dirty laundry back into the hamper but kept the saliva drenched panties in his pocket. he shuffled back to the cushion behind your small table and tensed up as your footsteps neared. his heart had never pounded like this, not even during training season back when he was in the army for piloting.
you clicked open the door and smiled sheepishly at caleb with a tray of various finger foods. "hey, sorry for the wait," you hum, "i quickly realized i didn't have full meals on deck to make you so i just opted for like aâŚ. snack tray?" you bent over and placed the tray on the table in front of caleb with an inviting gesture, telling him to eat.
caleb flits his gaze up to you before looking away in slight shame. "no it's alright, i actually had a pretty big breakfast so a few snacks is just what i need." he laughs like normal but there was anxiety simmering within his body at the situation he put himself in. all this for an orgasm he couldn't even have? doesn't matter, he'll have a jerk-off session so intense later that he'll colour your panties his cum-shade of white.
it was the anxiety in his chest, though, that made him flinch at your sudden gasp. he sits up, startled and furrows his brows. but before he could ask anything, you move toward your bed and pick up a discarded pair of pink panties that were laying there.
fuck, fuck, fuck.
he forgot to put them back in the drawer and left them there like an idiot.
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
before caleb could drop to his hands and knees and beg for forgiveness, you beat him to it.
"i.. am so sorry, i have no idea how long those have been there for. agh, this is so embarassing!" you squeal while snatching them off your bed and throwing them into your top drawer without so much as caring to fold them. caleb looks at you dumbfoundedly with a slack jaw which you took as an expression of disgust. you turn your body away from his direction and shield your eyes from the world as shame boiled within your stomach.
caleb looks around the room like he was being duped. so god was actually here with him, protecting his perversion from ever being know. but yet, while he could get away with unscathed, there was something about your naivety that really created an itch. almost caught, once again; denial felt so good up until this point and he could take no more. he stands and glances down at his still prominent erection before moving behind where you stood. he places his hands on your hips and his chin atop your shoulder, coaxing you to move back against his body.
"i⌠can't take it much longer, yknow?" he murmurs with an uncharacteristically calm voice. he presses his hips to your backside, letting you feel his large, hard erection dig into your body and letting you know that he was in need. "tell me to leave. tell me to fuck off and i will and i'll never even look in your direction again. i've never had a woman drive me so crazy that i couldn't even step foot in her room without losing my mind."
you tense at both caleb's words and the poking sensation you felt in your back. you almost couldn't believe what was happening - all so fast too. one moment you were pouring stale pretzels into a small bowl for the two of you and the next you were pressed up against your tutor's hard cock. you felt a little speechless.
"caleb⌠i⌠i don't know what to say," you whisper, "what is this? what is happening?"
"i don't know how to make this clearer for you," he rumbles, "i feel like a bitch in heat. what you should say is that you want me out of your fucking house and to never contact you again, that's the script here. i'm not paid to be here and fucking lust over you but i am, and i need go."
the non-existent distance between you two only made it harder for caleb to conceal the extent of his desire. his cock throbbed like it was trying to free itself from the confines of his pants. you took a long time to respond - or at least it felt incredibly long to caleb's distorted mind. but that distortion came to an end when you turned your head back to look at him with those pretty eyes of yours. your expression was unreadable.
"but what if i don't want you to leave?"
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"fuck. that's my nasty girl. that's my little slut," caleb grunts in your ear. your legs quiver in an attempt to hold themselves up against him at the ninety-degree angle you were in. the only support you were given were caleb's hands bruising into your hips and holding you still as he battered into from behind. every thrust from him threatened to topple you over flat onto your stomach and atop the small table underneath you.
"câŚcaleb! caleb, agh!" you cried with your head tucked into your chin.
"yes, pretty girl? is it too much for you?" caleb mocked you. "i told you to kick me out, i told you didn't i?" his pace didn't relent at your cries, not one bit. he's waited so long for this. he's waited so long to feel your cunt squeezing him like this. his imagination compared nothing to the real feeling of your slick, fluffy pussy sucking him in and constricting around his cock so eagerly. you were enjoying it too, he could tell. the way you cried out his name like that - all honeyed. you gave into his perversion so easily it almost makes him wish he did it earlier.
"mmngh⌠fuuuck, you're tightening around me so good. have you also thought about me fucking you senselessly like this? 'cause this pretty pussy ain't letting me go." caleb grins and leans back to get a better view of his cock pounding into your creamed cunt. the sight of his thickness disappearing within you only to come back out coated in more of your arousal left him feeling insatiable. every thrust squelched out shared juices onto the below table and covered your classwork, consequently drenching them in slick and arousal.
"c-caleb, mâŚmy work⌠fuck⌠i-i need that," you whine. caleb grins and shrugs; his pace still wasn't relenting and he certainly wasn't moving you elsewhere. your pussy was nice and delicious just like this.
"get new copies," he grunts, "and then you can invite me over again to help you. after all, you can't do these without my help, can you?"
caleb leans over your back and fully wraps his arms around your midsection for better, deeper thrusts. every slide in ensured that every inch of him down to his ballsack was burrowed into you; every slide out ensured that the curve of his cock dragged your pussy walls with it. the noises between your bodies were abhorrently obscene and echoed in your room with each sloppy thrust. you've never been fucked so hungrily in your life up until the monster cock that was caleb's.
caleb kept one strong bicep wrapped around your waist to hold you still while the other moved down to your clit. his fingers deftly played with your swollen nub, moving it in circles and pinching it to help you build up an orgasm. you squealed at the extra sensation of pleasure coming from in-between your legs, it was so strong that you almost buckled over from overstimulation.
caleb simply laughs at you and toys with your bundle of nerves even more. "feel good?" he purrs. "keep me around for these tutoring sessions and i'll give you much more than a few As. i'll give you my cock and reward you for doing so well. do you want that? do you wanna get drunk on my cock for being such a good girl?"
he was taunting you, clearly, but a two-in-one deal of good grades and good dick was tempting. despite being a withering mess who was getting her cunt squashed with each passing second, you managed to suck in a breath and whimper out an answer. "ngh⌠yâŚyes, i want that."
"what was that? couldn't hear you, honey," he sneers. "i'm not the type of guy to just take what i want, y'know? i want my girl just as eager as me. do i have to ask you again?"
"n-no, i want it!"
caleb smirks. "that's it. nasty thing ~."
with his ego stroked by your words, caleb increases the speed of his thrusts vigorously. he's held back an orgasm so diligently this entire time for the sake of savoring your sloppy wet cunt. but now, knowing he'll be back here in due time to do this all over again, he no longer has to deny himself the beauty of orgasming inside of you.
you beat him to it. your legs failed you as soon as your orgasm hit and left you limp in caleb's arms. he was strong enough to catch you snd hold you up against him which left your legs dangling mid-air. you couldn't even yell or scream as you came, your voice was entirely gone and all that was left were a few weak squeaks coming from your throat. your sweet walls contracted around caleb so strongly that you could feel his struggle to move.
he groaned loudly in your ear and then practically whimpered your name. you were tight since he first sank into your warmth, but this was another level of constriction that he didn't think was possible. his hips stuttered pathetically as they could no longer sustain a rhythmic pattern. he gave out right there. his cock pulsed in you like a second heartbeat as a deep wave of semen filled the hilt of your pussy and gushed out from your folds from the overflow.
caleb went silent as his own voice was stolen by the insurmountable pleasure he was feeling. he was pumping spurt after spurt within you, and he could only blame the months he's lived so pent up. he groans again; eyes water slightly from the intensity of the euphoria. "oh my godâŚ" he whispers.
the both of you wait until the strength of your orgasms subsided before even facing each other. caleb nudges your cheek with his nose but your eyes were closed in exhaustion. with the little energy he had left, he slipped out of your sticky pussy and carried you a few feet to your bed. he laid you down gently and took the time to appreciate the view. the girl he's been obsessing for better half of the year was now fucked and filled, good and well by him. you looked too pretty like this; he was sure he was looking at perfection.
caleb lays down next you on your bed and cups your cheek. he was worried that this was an all too familiar gesture, but having your cervix filled with his cum was probably a little more intimate. as your eyes flutter open to meet caleb's, he smiles and hums.
(1.8k) âËâš đđ§¸â§âË nsfw [18+] includes: fem!reader, jealous!caleb, questionable morals, cheating (not on caleb it's just a shitty bf), hole inspections, virginity kink if you squint, dirty talk real filthy, side eyeing yandere caleb for the mention of broken fingers and kneecaps, fingering, pet names (I'll die by the hill of pips)
caleb who is selfish.
he wants you all to himself, and he doesnât care what it takes or how bad of a person that makes him. heâll do anything to have you. caleb will stoop to whatever depths, so when you start going on dates with this new guy, he wishes he was conflicted but heâs not.
heâs never tried to be a good guy, not when it comes to you. fair? sure, he thinks heâs quite fair. just? yeah, he has morals like anyone else, but when it comes to you? all bets are off and he will play dirty. thereâs simply no other way to play when the stakes are this high and you.
caleb who has been climbing into bed with you almost every night for years.
surely thatâs not meant to stop now, right? that just seems cruel and even more selfish than what heâs got going on because caleb canât sleep if heâs not next to you, and you tell him the same thing, so why do you need to go on dates with this guy? whatâs the point? you still kiss caleb goodnight, sometimes missing his cheek and sometimes itâs closer to the corner of his mouth. you still curl up with him on the couch and wear his sweaters around the house, something he watched carefully to see a change in, but things between you and him are the same, so surely you're not about to take all of that from him now? all because of some guy you met at work?
yet, said guy wonât leave, and caleb does not like it. he deals, he manages, but he does not like sharing because, once again, he is selfish.
caleb who meets the guy for the first time and instantly hates him. not even because heâs taking you out, itâs because heâs spineless. a boy that couldnât even look him in the eyes to shake hands. a boyâplain and simple. caleb canât help but feel bad for the guy, really, considering heâs taking you on a date, but youâll come home to caleb at the end of the night and curl up with caleb in bed.
caleb is not above any of this because this guy is fleeting, he has to be. he doesnât know you, he doesnât know what you like or want or need. not the way caleb does.
caleb who is waiting up for you when you come home.
itâs been a few months of dates with this guy, but caleb still gets his corner of the mouth kiss every other night, and last night he fell asleep to the feeling of your soft thigh thrown over his middle, so it should be fine, right? instead you come home in tears, and his first instinct is to break the manâs hands. he needs to start with the fingers, then maybe his wrists.
âpips, whatâs wrong?â
youâre adamant itâs nothing. that nothing happened and youâre overreacting and caleb thinks sure, you can overreact sometimes but everyone can and thatâs what heâs here for: to understand and react accordingly as well. but he cannot do that, caleb cannot protect you, if you do not tell him whatâs wrong. sitting in his lap on the couch, face buried in his neck, he canât understand what youâre mumbling. it comes out like something is wrong with me, which surely cannot be the case. caleb must have heard wrong.Â
âsomething is wrong with you?â you nod. ânothing is wrong with you, sweetheart. why are you saying that?â caleb takes a deep breath. âyou gotta tell me whatâs happening or i canât help.â
by the time caleb listens to the half-mumbled words you manage to get out around an errant sniffles, heâs already decided hands, wrist, and kneecaps will need to be broken to atone for this because that guy has some nerve insinuating thereâs a single thing wrong with you. just because you didnât want to kiss him? or, you tell caleb that you were fine kissing him, but when he tried to take things further, thatâs when there were issues.
honestly, it takes everything in caleb not to scoff. the guy's more of a coward than he had initially gauged if he thought he a) deserved more than a kiss, first of all, and b) something is wrong with you because when he shoved his hand down your pants you weren't wet.
the guy doesn't exactly sound like a romeo.
âi donât trust him,â caleb says plainly. âi never did. you deserve better, and i should have never let you walk out of that door.â you only sniffle and caleb tampers down his anger and tries again. âiâm so sorry, sweetheart. thereâs nothing wrong with you, you know that?â nothing again, and caleb sighs. finally, âdo you trust me?â
you nod, arms tightening around his neck.
âhe touched you here?â caleb asks. his hand skates around your hip. you squirm in his lap but give him a small yes when his fingers dip between your thighs. âjust touched orâŚâ
nothing else, youâre adamant and caleb trusts you explicitly, but his blood is boiling hot and he justâŚhe needs to be sure. caleb sits up, and you hmph, but he shushes you. he needs you to know thereâs not a thing wrong with you, that this isnât a you issue. he smooths his hand over the hem of your dress that rides up the back of your thighs when he moves, draping you over his lap this time, ass up.
âwere you going to fuck him?â caleb gets a gut wrenching maybe in response as he marvels at the silky smooth expanse of the back of your legs. so, so pretty. âwhy?â he unfairly demands. âyou liked him that much?â
you shake your head, breathing heavy against his thighs. âno, just wanted to knowâŚwhat it felt like.â
âthatâs what iâm here for, pips.â he says, waiting for you to stop him, but you donât. you gasp as he rucks up your dress, letting it pool around your waist. he groans at the sight of bright red panties, the curve of your ass settled pretty over his lap about to be his undoing. âyou know that right? tell me you know that.â he pleads. "can i touch you?"
"please."
caleb wastes no time. he thumbs at your hole, over the red lace that's wet under his touch. âyou ever fuck yourself, sweetheart?â
you whine his name in embarrassment, but eventually nod. he groans, imagining you in bed or the shower with your fingers buried to the knuckle in your cunt. maybe while he's in the other room, or maybe in the shower right before you crawl into bed with him.
âgood girl,â he mumbles and feels you relax more. âbut what's all this about?â caleb pulls his thumb back, and pops it in his mouth. he groans. âthought he was adamant something was wrong and this pussy doesnât get wet.â caleb tsks but sighs in relief when he realizes they guy really didn't get this far. âdoesnât seem a problem to me, so, then what is it? tell me the difference here, pips.â
he hears you stammer out "yâyou, caleb," and feels satisfaction like a bat to the back of the head, making him dizzy. concussing him. caleb's fingers trace over edges of lace and soft skin. âso pretty, baby. will you sit still while i take a look?â
âwhy?â
ânothing is wrong, sweetheart. i just want to make sure he didn't hurt this pretty hole.â
he feels you shiver, and caleb can't help but grin.
that guy didn't stand a chance.
he slowly drags your underwear down, discarding them in his pocket for safe keeping. what greets him when he looks back is the prettiest pussy heâs ever seen, actually. itâs jaw-dropping, and wet. so clearly wet from the way it looks, sticky and peeking out between plush thighs over his lap.
âmy heart, pips, i cant take it.â caleb says as he grips your hips, then your ass. watching your skin bloom pink as he spreads you open to see more. âhold still. i know you know that you can ask anything of me, so if this hole is needy, you come to me now, understood?â
"you need someone to take care of you, not someone that's going to shove his hands down your pants and expect anything, got it?"
he spreads your pussy open, watching as it twitches under his touch and when he presses a finger against your hole, it gives easily. "tight and greedy," he tsks.
caleb cannot help but tease. your pussy is perfect and untouched. he plays with it, watching you respond. watching as you jump when he pushes just the tip of two fingers in. pink and so sweet, caleb's mouth waters. "she's so pretty, sweetheart. i do think we're gonna have an issue though. i dunno if i can fit into a tiny hole like this." he hooks his finger and uses it to stretch you open and you moan his name. "don't get fussy. we'll figure it out, pips."
he watches as you whimper and moan, working yourself into a near fit over the prodding of his fingers. the way he spreads you open, leaning close and letting his breath ghost over your twitching hole. watching for your reactions and never giving you enough.
âdoesn't even seem like i need to train this little hole to only get wet for me, hm? seems sheâs already taken care of that herself."
"you're so soft, sweetheart.â
"can i make you come? looks like you need it." he kisses the back of your head, and then your shoulder. mumbling, "promise I'll take such good care of you. how could i not? i've got the sweetest thing in my lap right now, all wet and whining...mhm, you are whining, pips, but that's okay. just let me..."
after readjusting your hips, you easily take two of his fingers, all the way to the knuckle and instead of imginging you doing this to yourself, caleb watches as his own fingers disappear into your cunt. you're a needy thing, too, and he groans. imagining you struggling to take his cock but you would because you're, "so good, baby. so good for me, just like that. does that feel good?"
watching as your thighs fall further apart, as you start to cry for him. for more. for him to kiss you, and caleb does. of course he does. he pulls his fingers out, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder as he heads for his bed.
"think i'm gonna fuck you, pips," caleb mumbles, bringing a hand down on your ass. you scold him, still limp-legged and breathing heavy. head heavy in the clouds. caleb grins and tosses you onto the bed. "you want that? then we'll have another look at that hole."