it goes back to just about three days ago. the first time you ever really interacted with little dear santa happened to be helping him fix a broken piece of tech he found. you’d spent 20 minutes showing him how to solder a tiny connection. just as tamsy came in, leaning against the doorframe to watch, the boy’s project sparked to life. all three sets of eyes widened as the little boy rolled up his baggy sleeves and reached his palm out for a high five.
it was just a simple act of kindness. a wholesome one. yet it made him imagine just a little too much. how would it feel to see you helping out your own child instead? god, one that looked just like him? maybe while another one of his is cozy in your belly too? it’d be perfect.
it would have plenty of benefits too. the few times he brought it up, you always shot the same excuse over and over: “babe, this is the pit. i’m not raising a baby here.”
well, according to tamsy, it was quite the opposite. he believed it would keep you safer. you’d be occupied indoors with a baby all day. protecting you from the outside would be tamsy’s responsibility.
and that’s how you found yourself here. all glassy-eyed and hands clawing at tamsy’s arms as he’s sloppily drilling into your cunt. his eyes roll back at the feeling of your spongy, warm cunt.
it’s the first time he’s in there raw. luckily it didn’t take much to get in either. you always ask him if he’s wearing a condom—a small precaution. and you did the same today. all he needed to rasp out was a quick “ ‘course, angel.” it’s just a little white lie, you won’t know that though, will you? you’re too wet to notice if he’s actually wearing one anyways. it has your starving pussy stretching either way.
the uneven gasps and winces pulled out from you echoed off the walls. the thought that this could give you a permanent symbol of his love drives him over the edge. you’d be bound to him forever. it’s too much for him. all too much. the way you wince and lock your legs tighter around his waist whenever his tip repeatedly nudges your cervix. fuck, if this keeps going he might just—
“f-fuck, don’t let me pull out” he buries himself to the hilt with one last guttural groan, his load filling you up as he tries to push in more so it won’t leak.
it’s not long before you feel his cum sticking to you. “tam, condom! wh-where’s the condom?” you shake tamsy by the shoulders, concern taking over you.
oh yeah, that’s right, he lied to you. “the condom . . yeah. yeah—i-i think it ripped,” he says sheepishly before pressing a lazy kiss to your forehead. “sorry, angel.”
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𑣲 ENJIN -
it’s so big & long! ⸝⸝ how he sounds in bed ⸝⸝ oops! he’s underneath you.. ⸝⸝ what he sends you while you’re away— ⸝⸝ just put it in already! ⸝⸝ he’s devouring you completely ⸝⸝ take it like a good girl .. ⸝⸝ missionary like always ⸝⸝ “lift your skirt for me.” ⸝⸝ taking your punishment like a good girl ⸝⸝ he misses you so much
𑣲 TAMSY CAINES -
frat! boy tamsy linking up with your emo self. ⸝⸝ he loves to tease you ⸝⸝ he fingers you so good ⸝⸝ slow & steady just like that ⸝⸝ loves fucking your throat! ⸝⸝ fucking you in the lingerie he loves.’ ⸝⸝ how he sounds in bed ⸝⸝ pink lights & backshots ⸝⸝ close up of his cum leaking out of you.. ⸝⸝ jumping like a bunny!
𑣲 ZANKA NIJIKU (AGED UP 20+) -
it’s getting sticky! ⸝⸝ emo! zanka fingering you in-front of your plushies! ⸝⸝ “just like that,” ⸝⸝ riding it so good ⸝⸝ the forgotten movie ⸝⸝ aw he’s helping you ride it! ⸝⸝ he loves the view ⸝⸝ how he sounds in the bed ⸝⸝ so oiled up! ⸝⸝ “don’t move until i say so” ⸝⸝ he loves eating you ⸝⸝ stole enjin’s car for this..
𑣲 CORVUS ARKHA -
ugh too much squirt ⸝⸝ what a pretty view ⸝⸝ it can’t fit! ⸝⸝ tummy bulge ⸝⸝ ride it like a good girl! ⸝⸝ “just like that love,” ⸝⸝ what he sends you while you’re away :(⸝⸝ he’s so rough! ⸝⸝ taking him so good ⸝⸝ fucking in the shower eheh ⸝⸝ he loves to pleasure you ⸝⸝ what you send him while he’s away!
𑣲 AUGUST STILZA -
fucking you in the lingerie he made you ⸝⸝ ugh he loves fucking you like this ⸝⸝ “you so pretty mamas,” ⸝⸝ loves when you’re breathless ⸝⸝ trying something new .. ⸝⸝ you love to overstimulate him! ⸝⸝ he made you lay on the teddybear while he fucks you ⸝⸝ best bj ever! ⸝⸝ teasing you through ur panties! ⸝⸝ “doing so good baby,”
𑣲 GRIS RUBION -
he’s so rough & mean!!.. ⸝⸝ gosh even if he’s mean, you still love it ⸝⸝ “stay still sweetheart,” ⸝⸝ he feels so good ⸝⸝ the belly bulges ⸝⸝ helping him stroke it ⸝⸝ rubbing & grinding on him ⸝⸝ shoving a pillow up your face & fingering you ⸝⸝ quickie in the headquarters lounge! ⸝⸝ what he sends you while you’re gone
𑣲 FOLLO TUNITO -
“you like this, my love?” ⸝⸝ how he sounds in bed ⸝⸝ he punished you for being bratty all day! ⸝⸝ morning quickies ⸝⸝ teasing him hehe ⸝⸝ “you like it slow?” ⸝⸝ dressing for him so adorably, so he decided to eat you out ⸝⸝ he loves using his fingers on you” ⸝⸝ using both holes!? ⸝⸝ you love to edge him as a punishment
𑣲 ZODYL TYPHON -
he’s so big oh lordd ⸝⸝ “you’re so pretty for me,” ⸝⸝ taking your punishment so good ⸝⸝ “come sit on it,” ⸝⸝ what he sends you while you’re pleasuring yourself ⸝⸝ each other’s sneaky links! ⸝⸝ shh you gotta be quiet ⸝⸝ the type of videos he sends you ⸝⸝ what you send him while being in his car ⸝⸝ how he sounds in bed
𑣲 JABBER WONGER -
loves using your mouth & throat ⸝⸝ “you love my dick ma?” ⸝⸝ ugh he’s so rough with you ⸝⸝ bully! jabber fucking you in his room ⸝⸝ creamie pie! ⸝⸝ ugh he’s such a tease ⸝⸝ taking zanka & jabber at the same damn time!? ⸝⸝ how he sounds in bed ⸝⸝ “just like that mama, fuckkk.. use your teeth,” ⸝⸝ taking him like a good girl!
enjin, when he first heard the news about your pregnancy, was speechless for the first time in his life. younger, immature version of him would’ve probably ran away, leaving you to be a single mama. but not this enjin, not with you. in fact, he immediately asked, ‘you’re going to keep it, right?’, as if he was more concerned about the fact you’d want to abort it. the words of wishing to become a father just slipped out of his mouth.
enjin whose nickname for you had changed from doll to ma. to his friends he referred to you as baby mama. he was proud, yes.
enjin stopped, or at least, significantly reduced smoking when he heard you were pregnant with his kid. you didn’t mind him smoking in general, but you set three rules for him: not in the house. not near you. not within the hour before he comes home. and enjin, being the woman pleaser he was, obeyed those rules whole heartedly.
enjin fucked you gently ever since you started to show a small baby bump. he knew that his cock technically couldn’t do any harm or damage to the small life you were growing inside of you, especially during the first months. but whenever he bottomed you out - deep, tip beautifully curving against the entrance of your cervix - he slowed down a little. enjin was the guy who had always loved to fuck you hard, but he found himself enjoying the slower, more intimate pace as well. he felt like a true gentleman, making love to his pregnant wifey like that.
enjin brought you whatever random foods you asked for. you craved for the random specific meal you once had in canvas town? he drove there only to get it. you wanted a few sweets? he brought the whole stash (rudo got mad). he was more than happy to spoil you as best as he could, mainly because you looked so damn pretty with that happy, giddy grin you flashed him when you got your food.
enjin told everyone (with your permission, of course) that you were pregnant for him. that the life your swollen belly carried inside was half his doing. he was almost cocky about it, lazily rambling about the upcoming fatherhood to his squad after a few beers too much.
enjin was also worried. he was afraid that something would happen to you. that something or someone would hurt you just when he wasn’t looking. that was why he didn’t stay away from home that often anymore. sometimes he even became a bit overbearing with his protectiveness - but he tried his best to give you space. enjin just didn’t want to lose you.
the bed was rattling beneath, as you bounced on enjin’s lap. it was the nth round of you fucking yourself on his cock - desperately seeking for another orgasm with your ovulating-hormonedrunk-ass.
enjin’s blonde hair was a damp mess that clung to his forehead, eyes basically rolled back for good and mouth hanging open - he looked like a man paralyzed. he was lazily and barely grasping the flesh of your hips, trying to anchor himself to reality.
your pussy squelched with each grind and bounce, juices spreading over his already coated v line. the smell of sex was invading your senses, the blinding pleasure hazing your mind even further.
“you tired, enjin?” you panted with a teasing smirk. enjin only scoffed and glared at you with those yellow eyes, as if you had personally insulted him.
“neva’ tired of this pussy, ma” he husked - but it was obvious. enjin was barely conscious. his once heavy balls had to be drained at this point.
you rolled your aching hips again, forcing another small grunt of overstimulation from his lips.
you placed a hand over enjin’s chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath the inked skin that was now coated with sweat and bite marks.
“really? you sure you’re not getting too old for this?”
at that, enjin’s dead eyes now flushed with life again, with eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. now that was a fucking personal insult.
“huh?” he asked, absolutely flabbergasted by your audacity to doubt his stamina. how could you? he was enjin! the one and only man who managed to make you cum using nothing else but his fat cock.
“you heard me” you challenged, ass still grinding and tits bouncing like a bitch in heat. “bet you can’t even cum anymore”
at that, enjin snapped. his jaw audibly cracked, hands suddenly wrapping around you to flip you over to your back. you felt the heat of the sheets spreading over your damp skin, allowing you to be sucked into the fabric.
enjin pushed your knees against your chest, sandwiching your body into a mean mating press as he thrusted back home. you couldn’t deny it - the feeling of enjin manhandling you made your soaked folds somehow even wetter.
he pounded against the curve of your ass, tip bulging against your cervix and calloused fingers tightly wrapped around your calve muscle. your eyes rolled back at the sudden depth that was allowed by the new position. with clenching walls, another orgasm was ripped through you which quite literally made you see stars.
“you better watch that pretty mouth, ma” he grunted, the sound of skin slapping against skin now filling the room.
“givin’ me fucking trouble. you want this cumshot that bad, huh? you’re askin’ for it”
you moaned, just barely managing to glance up at his eyes that were now filled with similar intensity that was seen only when enjin was fighting trash beasts. “yes, yes, please”
with a few last sloppy thrusts enjin buried himself all the way in, his aching cock pulsing the last remaining cum out. to your surprise, it actually filled you up. (or maybe it just felt like it because the cum from previous rounds was still inside you…)
enjin was panting, heavy tattooed body now collapsing on top of you. he didn’t want to admit it, but he definitely felt like an old man in that moment.
Synopsis: first time going raw and he’s addicted to the feeling
feat: enjin, tamsy, gris, zodyl x afab!reader (individual)
Content: unprotected sex, dirty talk, size kink, rough sex, doggy style/prone bone, manhandling, choking (Tamsy), mean dom!tamsy, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, pússydrunk men, mating press (Gris), not pulling out, breeding kink, husband!zodyl, husband!gris, marathon sex (Zodyl), I hope is didn’t forget anything and I apologize if I did!
master list -- here w/c -- 3.1k (average 750 each)
♥︎ —enjin
“W-what?!”
Enjin sputters, doing a double take at your request. He wasn’t quite sure if he heard you correctly or if he was mind was just trying to play tricks on him. Because there was no way you could’ve possibly said what you just said. But deep down, he hoped like hell he was right.
“I said that next time we have sex. I don’t want to use a condom,” you repeat. Your boyfriend stiffens, and a deep flush coats his cheeks. Almost as if you just slapped him when making your wicked request. Were you trying to kill him? Based on your sly smile, Enjin is truly beginning to believe that you’re nothing but trouble disguised as a vixen. That’s what it had to be.
“G-goddamn woman,” Enjin exhales shakily. His clothes were suddenly very constricting. He tries to suppress a groan when his cock throbs, pressing uncomfortably against his thigh. “Can’t just go around saying shit like that so casually. You even know what you’re asking—“
“Oh I’m well aware…” You teasingly trace your hand down his chest. “But I said what I said~”
Enjin’s restraint snaps, and he all but pounces on you. His mouth is on yours, hot and desperate. His hands are rough and needy, pulling at your clothes and groping wherever he can while he backs you into the bed. You fumble with his belt, and Enjin quickly kicks off his slacks. You’re just as impatient as he, already trying to pull his cock from his boxers.
“Fuck—wait a min,” Enjin pants, his hot breath against your skin as he grabs your hands. He pins them above your head, and you whimper. “Shit, babe. One sec—need to stretch you out first, and—oh fuck—“ He hisses through his teeth as you roll your hips, pressing your sweet, bare cunt against him.
“Enjin, don’t care about that,” your words slur. You hook your heels around his waist to try to bring him closer, where you’re aching to have him. “Just hurry it up already. Need you inside now.”
Enjin shudders. “Tch. Dammit.” He frees his cock from the waistband of his boxers. You practically salivate at the sight of his length. Thick and an angry red at the tip with pre drooling down the side. It’s like he was suddenly bigger than before. Then again, he was always a shower to begin with.
Fisting himself a few times, Enjin presses his tip against the entrance of your puffy folds, already glistening and wet with your arousal. “Since you won’t let me prep you,” he grunted. Enjin lets a glob of spit fall from his lips. You shiver as it lands on your clit. “Such an inpatient ass brat.”
You gasp as he tries to prod himself forward. The puffy lips of your pussy flutter and try to suck him forward. “Enjin, please!”
“Yeah yeah. Don’t need to beg princess.” Enjin kisses his teeth, letting out a shaky laugh. “It’s all yours anyway.”
The first thick inch of his cock stretches through your walls, and Enjin could nearly cum on the spot. Without the condom restricting him, your cunt feels downright heavenly around him. Was your pussy always this warm and gooey? And oh fuck—you were damn near suffocating his cock with how you clenched around him.
“Holy shit…you’re gonna snap my dick off, squeezin’ me like that,” Enjin groans.
“Ack-Enjin!” You gasp, back bowing off the bed. “S’too much. Y-you’re too—“ When you twist away, Enjin folds one of your legs over his shoulder and urges his hips forward trying to ease the next few inches in. You bite back a squeal when the bulbous head kisses against your cervix.
“Aht. Don’t go tapping out on me now. I ain’t even all the way in yet.” Biting his lower lip, Enjin grips your hips and with a final thrust, sheathes himself the rest of the way. His cock was already throbbing. He was damn near ready to blow his load just from feeling you without the condom alone, which would’ve been embarrassing if it didn’t feel so good.
“Fuck.” Enjin lets out a low moan. He moves slowly, dragging his length back and forth, the thick ridges of the veins running down the side massaging against your quivering walls. You cunt spits out more of your sweet arousal, a ring of messy white coating the base of Enjin’s cock which he shoves back in with a mean snap of his hips. He presses so deep it leaves you gasping. And then he’s moving, each stroke becoming progressively harder and faster than the last.
“You feel so amazing,” Enjin grunts. He sloppily kisses your lips to drink up your squeals when his cockhead bullies against your g-spot, causing you to clench around him as your orgasm rocks through you. And Enjin’s so far gone that his orgasm sneaks up on him. Before he can even think about pulling out, he’s cumming hot, thick ropes of white, making a mess in your cunt.
“Shit.” His hips stutter through the overstimulation, trying to fuck his release deeper, filling you to the brim with him. “Never using a damn rubber again. This pussy’s too addicting.”
♥︎ —tamsy caines
“Hah—shit,” Tamsy’s breathy grunts fill your ears. The sweaty strands of his long hair stick to his forehead as he pumps his cock in and out of your gummy walls. You keen against him, tears brimming against your eyelashes. But Tamsy grabs you wrists, pinning them behind you to hold on for leverage. “Stop squirming,” he hisses.
“But Tamsy~” your words slur, delirious from the way his length continues to stretch and fill you. Your boyfriend has you pinned beneath him, hips pressed flush against your ass. In this position, the stretch of his cock feels impossibly deeper, making your toes curl. And without the condom, his throbbing length seems to nudge all your most sensitive spots. “Y-you’re too…ah…T-too deep.”
At that, Tamsy laughs.
“Too deep?” He wraps a firm arm around your waist while keeping another hand on your wrists. “No, my love. I don’t think I’m deep enough-“
You squeal into the pillows as Tamsy suddenly rams into you hard. It steals your breath when the mushroom tip bullies against your cervix with each deep stroke. Your fluttering walls quiver in response.
He traps you under his body weight. And no matter how much you push and whine against him, your weepy cunt continues to suck him in each time Tamsy ruts into you, letting out an obscene squelch whenever his hips connect.
“T-there we go,” Tamsy pants. Dipping his head into the crook of your neck, his breath tickles against your skin. His hand snakes up your body before wrapping around your throat. He squeezes ever so slightly at first, just enough to make you gasp.
“Just look at how well you’re taking me. Heh. You say it’s too much, but your body betrays you, my love.” Tamsy lets out a low his, scrunching his eyes shut as he stutters, “Your damn cunt’s trying to suck me dry, and every time I fuck against that sweet spot of yours, you tighten just a bit.”
You shake your head, but Tamsy’s hand squeezes tighter around your throat. “S’not true!” You babble, beginning to feel lightheaded. “I’m…ah, fuck. N-no…i-it’s not—“
“No?” Tamsy bemused. His grip tightens—chokes—making you cry out. “Then why are you still making such a fucking mess on my cock, huh?”
Your arousal coats his length in a filthy ring of white. Your weepy cunt damn near gushes around him when his hips snap back in, dripping down onto your thighs and the sheets below. It’s messy where you two connect, your arousal mixing with his precum, smearing down Tamsy’s cock each time his hips snap against yours.
Your puffy lips fluttered around his hard length, your slick release allowing him to slide back in with ease again and again and again.
“F-fuck…Tamsy, I’m gonna—“ you whimper.
“Go on. Cum.”
Eyes rolling back, your release hits you with such force it leaves you gasping. Your clit throbs and your entire body goes slack under Tamsy, who swears under his breath. He buried himself all the way to the hilt inside you when his orgasm hit and it hit hard.
His dick pulsated with each subsequent spurt of cum, his balls throbbing in almost relief to finally be emptying themselves. His hips still as he emptied inside you, pinning you to the mattress, or perhaps it was his strength finally leaving him.
You could feel his release trickle down your ass and thighs, over spilling from your overstimulated cunt. As you try to catch your breath, blinking the stars out your vision, Tamsy shifts ever so slightly. His lips press against the back of your throat, more gentle than he had been all night.
“Sorry for my roughness,” he murmurs. “Are you alright, angel?”
“I’m fine…just…holy shit…” Your response is met with an impassive sounding hum from Tamsy. You don’t think much of it, only focusing on how your hips ache in a good way, and that you’re exhausted.
“Good.” Suddenly, Tamsy flips you on to your back side. You blink up at him in surprise, taking in his flushed face and noticed the way his long hair had fallen out of its usual style and the strands stuck messily against his sweaty face. The thick head of his cock prods against your entrance once more, twitching to attention in his palm as he guides himself through your walls once more.
Already, he was hard again.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Tamsy says a bit breathlessly, his vision somewhat glassy. “You don’t have to do anything. Just take all of me.”
♥︎—gris rubion
“L-love, w-wait a minute.”
Gris’s breath hitches and then a low moan leaves his lips when you sink down on his cock—without a condom. He swears, trying and failing to keep his hips from bucking upwards in attempts to sheath himself deeper into your womb. You steady yourself by placing your hands on his shoulder, gritting your teeth as you take him further inch by inch.
“W-wait!” Gris gasps. He finally pulls himself together and grips your waist to stall your movements. “I’m n-not wearing any protection.” His Adam’s Apple bobs with a nervous swallow. Fuck. Did your pussy always feel this snug? You weren’t even seated all the way, still struggling to get his cockhead to breach past your gooey walls.
“So?” You reply. You roll your hips, grinding against Gris’s pelvis. He hisses, hands firm as they try to stop you.
“So, if we’re not careful, you could get pregnant, and—“
“So?”
Gris gawks at you. He tries to sputter out some half assed excuse, but you could see right through them. After all, you felt the way his cock grew harder at your words. It’s girthy base swelling try and mold your cunt into its shape. The stretch was delicious.
“You wanted to be a dad, right?”
“Y-yes.” Gris swallows. His fingers twitch, itching to grab you. “B-but we said that it would be better to wait—“
“Well, I changed my mind.”
“A-are you sure? D-don’t just say this on my account.”
“Not at all,” you interrupt, pulling him down by his collar so your lips brush. “I want a baby, Gris. Please?”
Gris kisses you before you could finish your sentence. In the same breath, he grabs your hips and slams you down on his cock until your pelvis hits his. The scream is lodged in your throat, stopped by the kiss.
“Well, if that’s what my wife wants,” he chuckles breathlessly. “Who am I to deny her request?”
Gris flips you on to your backside. You gasp in surprise. Grabbing the nearby pillow, he settles it underneath your hips. But his gentlemanly behavior is short lived, because once he ensures you’re comfortable, he has you folded in half the next second.
“Ack-Gris!” Tears clung to your eyelashes and your stomach constricted in delicious pleasure as Gris pushed your legs further against your chest into a mating press. Your husband groans, dipping his head into his valley of your breast.
Any slight breath and you could feel him nudging impossibly deeper. His cock stretched you to the brim, pressing against your womb for your lover to feel. Your pussy struggled to adjust to the girth, trying to suck him further than what was even possible. The stretch of him burned, the veins on his length dragging along your walls.
“Shit—“ Gris swears. “You want me…to fill this pussy up…” He kisses your cheek which was streaked with tears. “You want that, right? Want me to pump you full of my cum? Fuck a baby into you?”
“Y-yes!” You gasp. “P-please. W-wanna make y-you a daddy.”
“Make me a daddy, huh?”
Fuck, did he like the sound of that.
The weight of Gris’s body pressed you into the mattress as he pumps his cock in and out of your cunt. His hips almost frantically rut against yours, trying to drag his weepy cock as deep as he could through your plush walls. The thickness of his length and the blunt tip of his cock head worked in tandem to have you seeing stars as he stretched you out in all the best ways.
Gris groans. “S-shit. G-gonna cum, Princess. Gonna—fuck—make you a mommy.”
He squeezed your hips, driving himself deep as he cums thick ropes into your womb. The intensity rocks his body. His hips stutter forward, causing him to sink to his forearms. You let out a low moan.
The uncomfortable position has your abdomen constricting with pleasure. Your cunt throbs, the hot globs of Gris’s release leaking out your hole when he pulls out. There is a dull ache in your thighs, though you don’t hate it.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Gris asks, kissing your cheeks. One of his hands caress down your body, squeezing where he’d been a bit too rough. He’s gentle when he touches you.
“I’m fine,” you pant.
“Then, you’re good to go for another round?”
“H-huh?”
Gris grins. “Obviously, we have to make sure it sticks.” He wraps your legs around his waist, his grip tight on your thighs. “So you aren’t leaving the bed until I’m sure you’re knocked up.”
♥︎— zodyl typhon
Zodyl was mean.
You told him as much, and multiple times at that, babbling incoherently as tears licked your cheeks. Not that your whines or insults deterred him from drilling into you. Or from you cumming for the nth time.
“Hmm, tell me, what number was that?” Zodyl mused. You’re gasping underneath him, your pussy quivering and sloppily leaking your own release, making such a mess on his cock and the sheets. “I seem to have lost count.”
“A-ah..Zodyl please..” you’re overstimulated, legs trembling around his waist. Your swollen clit throbbed, it puffy from Zodyl teasing it with that wicked tongue of his earlier. “C-can’t cum anymore…y-you’re gonna break me.”
“Break you?” Zodyl laughed. “Please, you’re far more resilient than that, my love.” He pulls out his throbbing length, intentionally dragging it against your sensitive walls. His own cum leaks from the head, having just stuffed you with another load. Though he didn't seem the least bit exhausted. “After all," Zodyl continues, "I’ve trained this pussy to take me.”
Zodyl flips you onto your hands and knees. Your arms wobble and bend, causing your back to arch even deeper. A low whine leaves your lips when Zodyl sheathes himself to the hilt, pressing against your cervix. He bites back a groan. He could feel himself throb, his already sensitive cock spitting out more globs of cum as you squeeze around him.
But Zodyl continues to push through his own overstimulation, intent on drawing out your own pleasure.
“Shit…there you go…” the man chuckles. “And look. You’re just eagerly sucking me back in.”
You fist the sheets. It’s as if your body is hypnotized by the stretch and feel of his cock, even more so without the condom. Your hips move against your will, trying to snap back against his to take more. Zodyl slaps your ass for doing so.
“Did I give you permission to move?”
“M’sorry,” you babble. “I-it’s jus’…f-feels so-ah.”
“Use your words,” Zodyl tsks. He takes a fistful of your hair, his fingers digging into your scalp. “You know I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”
He tugs harder, making you moan. “Please, Zodyl! Fuck—move. N-need…need to cum.”
Zodyl shoves your face into the pillows.
“Now you need to cum after just telling me you couldn’t?” An amused grin tugs at his lips. “But who am I to deny my wife’s request? I wouldn’t be fulfilling my husband duties otherwise.”
Gripping your hips, he begins to fuck back into you with the same, relentless pace, giving you little time to adjust to his size. The thick girth of his shaft threatens to split you open. The blunt head of his veiny length reaches the deepest parts of your womb. His heavy, aching balls nudge against your clit as he ruts against your ass, rough and needy.
Each time, there is an obscene squelch where you both connect. The sound is filthy and equally messy, your thighs slick with your own arousal and Zodyl’s cum aiding his frenzied thrusts against your ass. And fuck if Zodyl wasn't addicted to the feeling of you. His grip is bruising as he frantically chases his release, sweat clinging to his hair and pulling the strands from their usual slicked back style.
One of his thumbs finds your clit, teasing it with that slow, fluttering touch of his that makes your toes curl. Tears cling to your eyelashes as each punishing stroke kisses against your cervix, stringing you along until the pressure of your release winds so tightly that it snaps. You cry out Zodyl's name as you cream around him, your body going slack against the bedsheets.
As your cunt squeezes around him, Zodyl lets out a low moan. His thrusts grow sloppy and unrhythmic before he pins you to the mattress with his weight. His hips still as he fills you to the brim, making your eyes roll back.
“Fuck, good girl,” Zodyl groans in your ear. His lips press against the back of your neck, making you shiver.
“Y-you’re so mean,” you whimper. “I can’t feel my legs.”
“Hmm, you say that, but you got several orgasms thanks to this “mean” man.” Zodyl gathers you into his arms and carries you to the bathroom, setting you on the edge of the tub. He turns the handle to run the water. Before he leaves to go back to your shared room to grab you fresh clothes, he gives you a smug grin.
“And I’m not doing my due diligence as your husband if I don’t leave your legs shaking.”
❝ HIS CINDERELLA CAUSE I MAKE IT FIT ! ❞
⤷ 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 you—a stuck-up Spherite noble—cast out with the trash. You're prissy, needy and an overall pain in his ass. Definitely not his type—but that slutty pussy sure is. ♡
>>>>>> 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 𝟏𝟖+ 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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𝐚𝐧: 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 aren’t Enjin’s type.
That much is certain the moment he stumbles upon you after being called to check out a disturbance in No Man’s Land. Scanning the terrain of garbage, Enjin wonders if he’s hallucinating.
Still high from the night before—or maybe there’s 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.
All that’s left is you: a young woman passed out in a pile of demolished trash beast remains and other junk. The giant kaiju-like plushie—now inanimate and no bigger than a hand—lay beside you tethered to your person by a keyring.
Happening upon another giver in No Man’s Land wasn’t 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.
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 aren’t just any ol’ Spherite—you’re a Spherite noblewoman.
Keh, interesting.
With a shake of his head Enjin scoops you up, heading back to HQ. They aren’t gonna believe this…
Enjin digs out a backup mask from his satchel—clearly not made for your face, because it slides right off. With an annoyed sigh, he holds it in place himself. Guess that’s 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 Abyss—as the first thing you do upon waking in Enjin’s arms is to slap the everloving dogshit out of him.
Fuck, you have a mean right hand.
Enjin tongues a tooth to make sure it’s still there.
“Let me go this instant, you filthy kidnapping degenerate! I demand you to take me home!” You cry out.
Tears fog up the mask on your face as you clearly mistook Enjin for some kind of criminal with his ‘full face’ on. Enjin sighs, tightening his grip on you and taking the not-so-painless beating you’re dishing out until you reach the nearest city.
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 Enjin’s sure what’s 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. You’re 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 brow—like you’re the one being dramatic and not the guy who literally kidnapped you.
“So, as you may have noticed by now…this ain’t the Sphere,” Enjin says, balancing a cigarette between his lips.
You look at him skeptically—he says it like it’s nothing, while your world is actively falling apart. What is he even talking about?!
“I know this ain’t the welcome wagon you posh Spherites are used to but…”
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.
“....welcome to the Abyss, Girlie. Name’s Enjin.”
Blankly staring at Enjin, you say nothing. The both of you in a mini stare down. Although you’re 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 now—you’re 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 Pit—your so-called Hell, or its inhabitants as mere fairytale.
Enjin’s 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 you—all to collect your inheritance.
Yeah, not your fault. Enjin thinks and cuts you a break.
For your own sake, Enjin somehow convinces you to come back to Cleaner HQ with him. He can’t return you to the Sphere himself—but he knows another Spherite who’s trying to make their way back. That small glimmer of hope is enough to lift your spirits, just barely. This time, you follow him willingly—though you still cry the entire way to HQ.
Shame how prone to hysterics you are, otherwise Enjin actually thinks you’re pretty hot. Noting how the expensive silk of your dress clings so damn well to your every curve. He’d sell your clothes while you were near the shopping district—but unlike Rudo, he doubts he could talk you out of them.
At least—not yet.
But that thought is drastically short lived as Enjin spends more time in your presence. Sure, you could have gotten along. You could’ve even been Enjin’s type. Yet there’s one glaring problem:
You’re an annoying, needy-ass brat.
Besides looks, you tick off nearly every one of his dealbreakers. You’re ditzy, dependent and whiny. Basically Enjin’s 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 arms—as 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 Enjin’s problem.
“You have to be kidding me? I’m stuck with Trashy Poppins here!?”
“Yo, Trashy—what!?” The reference doesn’t land with Enjin but he knows it isn’t 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?!
Lamenting being stuck is supposed to be Enjin’s line. Enjin had figured the logical move was to pair you with Zanka—the closest thing to nobility among the Cleaners—and let you bond with Rudo, a fellow Spherite, even if he was a tribesman.
But it doesn’t take long to realize neither boy can handle a grown ass woman like you. One flutter of your lashes and they’re useless saps—like the big sister he never had, you could soothe Rudo’s worst moods with a mere head pat.
While Zanka, older and appreciating your more ‘robust’ qualities, trips over his own tongue trying to talk to you.
Both ready to do anything just to earn a few sweet coos—unless someone steps in.
It had to be Enjin. He was the only one who could ‘resist’ your charms.
Still, Enjin’s got his work cut out for him when it comes to you—especially training you for combat and figuring out how the hell you’re supposed to use that so-ugly-it’s-almost-cute vital instrument.
He tries not to judge. Really, he does. Jinki are personal—he knows that better than anyone. But still…the fact that you even have one? That’s wild.
A Spherite? A noble Spherite, no less—the same pompous assholes who treat the Abyss like a dumping ground—actually caring enough about something to pump it full of anima?
Yeah, that’s impressive, he’ll give you that. What wasn’t though was the name you gave the lil thing: Bubu.
Tsk. Wack as hell. Vital instruments deserve names with some bite. Something like—Umbreaker.
Still, credit where it’s due—you’re picking things up faster than expected.
However, that doesn’t 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. Enjin’s 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.
It’s 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 can’t seem to stay away from you.
Sure, you’re annoying as fuck—but 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.
Moreover, since you can never keep that pretty little mouth shut, anyone you meet clocks you as a Spherite within seconds—which means you need Enjin’s constant protection, whether you like it or not.
Enjin ends up spending less time drinking or chasing women, finding a far more amusing pastime instead—the way your face twists in indignation every time the Ground doesn’t live up to your so-called “noble standards.”
He gets a kick out of it, really. Agitating you on purpose, just to watch you squirm.
“Goddamnit, Enjin! Watch it!”
You’d shriek every time your short skirt went flying from a sudden gust of wind he’d whip up with Umbreaker. Enjin saves that lil trick for No Man’s Land when the others’ backs are turned.
“That’s Enjin-sensei to you, Princess.”
“Choke—slowly, Trashy Poppins.”
You’d lunge for his mask like you actually meant to rip it off, but at 6 '3, Enjin’s tall enough that you never have a chance at reaching it. It’s all worth it too—Enjin’s already got every pastel scrap of lace you own burned into memory, each one tucked away like a reward for getting under your skin.
It’s a little sadistic, sure—the 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.
There’s a fire in your eyes every time Enjin dubs you as “Your Royal Trash Princess”—or just “TP” if he’s feeling lazy. You never fail to rise to his bait, eager to prove yourself—and prove him wrong.
Enjin feels he’s owed a bit of amusement for all his troubles.
Doesn’t mean anything.
Yet the more Enjin pushes, the harder it is to ignore that your bratty spark isn’t just an attitude problem. It’s energy. Real, raw passion. The kind that could actually cultivate anima. He sees it best when you’re snapping at him, flushed and defiant, too stubborn to back down.
It’s trouble to be sure, but fuck if Enjin doesn’t 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 remedies— “what kinda ‘floral herbalist’ hasn’t toked one?”
So now here you are, in the HQ lounge, about to smoke your first joint as a ‘pre-game’ to the happy hour Corvus organized for all the Cleaners.
You and Enjin sit shoulder to shoulder on a worn, black quilted-leather sofa that’s seen better days. The cushions creak as you nervously smooth your skirt and settle in, unhooking your jinki—Bubu—from your belt to set her gently on the table.
Enjin rolls a few joints with unhurried precision—like he’s got all the time in the world, and watching you squirm is part of the ritual.
“Bet ya didn’t have anything like this in your lil’ garden, eh TP?” 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 ‘TP’ most of all, too easily mistaken for ‘toilet paper’ and Enjin knows that.
You shoot Enjin a dirty look before letting your focus drift back to the brittle sprig in your hands—the first real plant you’ve touched since becoming a Ground-dweller.
You think you actually recognize it.
Back on the Sphere, your family was among the wealthiest, and your garden was massive. You took pride in your green thumb—like Delmon, whose garden you’ve 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 space—always 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 bud’s dry veins. Even for a dehydrated sample, it feels wrong—brittle in a way that hints of sickness.
“Hmm. We had something like this—I think. But it’s just another weed.” You say shrugging.
“Heh,” Enjin smirks at your cluelessness, “Would you believe me if I told you ‘weed’ is exactly what we call it, Princess?”
You roll your eyes at the inordinately simple name. It probably has a proper scientific designation—but expecting Enjin to know it? Please.
“We always uprooted them—weeds 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.”
“HAH?!”
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 can’t believe Spherities are probably pissing away the dankest shit ever cultivated. The thought was maddening.
When Enjin’s eyes do meet yours again, there's no amusement as he takes a rather chastising tone with you.
“Princess, for your own good, never repeat that in front of anyone down here…I mean it.”
You huff, but Enjin doesn’t blink—just starts sealing the joint again, eyes never leaving you as his tongue drags slowly across the edge of the paper.
You squirm, and that’s all the reward he needs.
“See somethin’ you like?” Enjin drawls, holding the finished joint out toward you like it’s a gift—and not a trap with your name written all over it.
Turning on teacher mode, Enjin decides to school you.
“I know we mostly have ‘reggie’ down here, but still, it’s worth its weight in gold for its purposes. Not just for fun ya know—chronic pain, nausea, anxiety—gives a bit of relief from the ailments of Abyss-living you Spherites have so graciously bestowed on us.”
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 shoulders—reminding 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 gravity’s 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, distant—like he’s chewing on thoughts far heavier than anything you said… but somehow still set off by it.
“That’s the problem with you Spherites….you don’t see things the way they are—you see things the way you are.”
Enjin chuffs at his own words, closing his eyes to let his high settle. Not even completely stoned yet and he’s already spouting off pseudo philosophical one-liners.
“Everything else is collateral, amirite?”
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 isn’t that simple. Horticulture can be complicated even in the most ideal conditions. Just because a plant is viable doesn’t mean it belongs in every garden—some plants are just incompatible.
However…
You sit silently, your teeth worrying your bottom lip as you study the brittle bud in your palm.
…that doesn’t make it worthless.
Instead of exploring any potential use, you tossed the so-called "weed" out—just 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.
Sure there’s 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. You’d 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. It’s the worst thing imaginable—for 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 Princess’s 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.
“Y’knowwwww, we’re always learnin’ better ways to grow things down here, faster too...”
Enjin moves so quietly, you don’t realize how close he is until you turn—and he’s right in your face, barely a breath away. Swiping his ringed thumb across your cheek, Enjin’s touch is surprisingly tender. However his expression is entirely obnoxious, full of amusement from how fast your pouty little face flusters.
“...could be a nice little hobby that would do alotta good…and if anyone could figure out how to grow this shit properly down here—”
Enjin plucks at the heat of your warm cheeks, pinching just enough to tease and drag the moment into something more lighthearted.
“—I do believe it could be you—Trash Princess.”
Your eyes catch something deeper than just teasing in his golden gaze—but 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.
“And why can’t you get Delmon to do it?” you counter, arms folding across your chest. By now, you’ve learned Enjin usually has an angle for everything.
Right on the mark, for a beat, Enjin actually pauses. He hadn’t expected you to bring up the obvious—Delmon, the gentle giant practically martyred to the idea of saving what’s left of the Abyss. But Enjin’s roguish grin slips back into place, spreading wider as he leans in, unapologetically invading your space.
“Why? Well...’cause I asked you, Princess. The ol’lug has enough on his plate as it is. You can handle it alone, can’t ya?”
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 noble—graceful, composed, eyes soft and curious as you gaze up at Delmon, eager to learn. It grates on Enjin more than he’d admit, knowing he’s never once gotten that look, despite monopolizing most of your time.
“Ya know—unless, your skillset just ain’t up t’par?” Enjin finishes with a shrug.
Wholly unconvinced, you see this for the bait it is from a mile away. Nevertheless, you can’t 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 nice—even if it ends up being contraband for Enjin. Although you still aren’t quite sure why you can’t consult Delmon.
“Ugh! Fine!”
You fall back onto the sofa and Enjin follows, his arm settling behind you, practically draped around your shoulders. You don’t even flinch. He takes another slow hit, smoke curling toward the ceiling, but this time there’s a wicked glint in his eye as he watches you. Deciding he’s babysat the joint long enough, he leans in with a lazy smirk and holds it out to you.
“Enjin—your eyes!” You blurt out, disregarding his invitation. “Is that just from smoking!? I can’t go to happy hour looking like some kinda zombie!”
Enjin sputters mid-laugh, coughing as wisps of smoke leak from the corners of his smart ass grin.
“Eh, well duh. Why else would they get so red when I smoke?”
Enjin coughs out a few more chuckles. You roll your eyes.
“I don’t know, Trashy Poppins…I didn't make the connection since the air quality down here is 80% pollution! You could have anything.”
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 purr—the kind that makes your stomach flip.
Heh, time to pull out the big guns.
“Aht-aht-aht, c’mon now, Princess, you know the golden rule…”
You sigh, thinking you need that happy hour drink more than ever right now.
“You’re not serious.”
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 you’ll usually regret later. You sigh, knowing you’ll never make it to happy hour until you appease the big man-child in front of you.
Enjin’s golden eyes shine with even more mischief than before and together like some damn mantra, you both repeat:
“...it’s not peer pressure—it’s just your turn.”
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.
“Nah, actually I’ll help you out since it’s your first time, Princess.”
Innuendo coils around his words, heat radiating off him as you tense under his gaze. You don’t want to argue with him though, the sooner you smoked, the sooner you both could be at happy hour.
“Open.”
Enjin’s 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.
“Now breathe it in, nice and slow…deeper. Yeah, that’s it—hold it. Don’t let go until I say—good girl.”
You want to scoff at him, but you can’t—not with tears stinging your eyes and smoke burning its way down your lungs. By the time Enjin gives you the nod to exhale, you’re 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.
“See? Not a terrible cherry pop, eh?”
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 it’s out of comfort or mockery, you can't tell.
Everything in the room is spinning and becoming more distant, like a daydream.
“Easy there, breathe—it’ll hit easier when ya figure out how to grow it right, Princess. The dank shit won’t burn this hard.”
You want to bite back that even if you do figure out how to grow the damn ‘weed’ plant, you’d never touch it again. But the sudden heaviness seeping into your limbs drags you down, tilting your head on the axis of equilibrium.
“I think, no—I know, I need to lay down.”
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.
Enjin doesn’t miss a beat though—he 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 everything—yeah, you’ve got the spins.
“Keh, you’ll make it, Princess. Just let it all ride out.”
You’d make it alright, but not to happy hour anytime soon. Enjin supposes he might’ve let you take a bigger hit than you were ready for.
Whoops.
Silence stretches in the aftermath but it’s not uncomfortable. Enjin takes a few more lazy tokes, one golden eye cracked open just enough to watch you, taking stock of your state.
It’s in moments like this—rare ones, when you’re quiet—that 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 inspiration—August 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.
You took to it immediately, without much fuss and actually complimenting August. That was August’s gift though—whipping up pieces to suit even the finickiest of tastes—and Enjin had to admit, the man did his big one.
But the real surprise wasn’t the craftsmanship. It was you—his oh-so-prim little Trash Princess—strutting around in something so damn naughty. Dressed up like a treat that Enjin can’t 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 thighs—spilling 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 indulgence—your 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 ‘hi’ right back—with his tongue.
Is it hotter in here, or—?
Leering at you for too long is a surefire way for Enjin to pop a boner. Enjin knows he’s 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 he’s 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, Enjin’s just as unscrupulous—‘watching out’ 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 he’d 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 and—
“Yo! Watch the feets, girl!”
Though there’s amusement in his voice as he jolts upright, tatted hands grabbing your ankle before you’re able to land another blow.
“Ah, sorry—” You mutter sheepishly, reeling back your foot. “I didn’t mean to kick Umbreaker.”
For what it’s worth, the apology comes quickly—you’ve learned better than to mess with a man’s jinki, especially Enjin’s. You've nearly tripped more times than you can count over that bulky extension of himself that he always keeps within reach.
You know it’s serious too when he doesn’t even bother with the stupid nicknames he usually calls you. Nevertheless, you’re left puzzled when Enjin’s laughter comes out loud and sharp.
“...that wasn’t Umbreaker, Princess.”
Huh? What does he mean that isn’t—
You freeze.
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.
“O…oh…—OH MY GAWD!”
Immediately springing upright, your vertigo swirls with how fast you’re scrambling to your knees as you gawk.
Time passes for what seems like a solid minute or two and neither of you speak.
You’re staring at the crotch of Enjin’s baggy pants and Enjin is staring at you.
“Heh.”
The devious look on Enjin’s face right now could shame the devil himself. Yet you’re still in utter disbelief.
There’s no way that’s his dick!
Still, your brain won’t stop running the numbers—high 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. Enjin’s words ring in your mind like a gong—‘that wasn’t Umbreaker…’
“You’re burnin’ a hole through my dick, Princess—”
Enjin’s voice unfurls seductively, like the smoke curling from his lips.
“—keep starin’ like that and I’m gonna think you wanna see it.”
Your eyes meet his dead-on.
“I do.”
“Yeah, I’m sure yo—wait, come again?!”
Enjin’s grip goes slack, the joint slipping from his fingers. He was halfway to some sassy quip, ready to taunt your denial—but your delivery is so honest, with no teasing or angle to play off, he doesn’t know what to do with it.
The embers hiss against his thigh before he even registers he dropped it.
“Tch.” Cursing under his breath, he flicks it aside—it’s all roach anyway—and tries to pull himself back together.
You’re fucking with him. Yeah. That’s it.
Smug again, Enjin leans into the bit you started.
“Ha ha…right. I know my stuck up lil’ Trash Princess isn’t asking to give me a dick inspection…”
Enjin adjusts his pants in a casual sweep that doesn’t fool either of you. He’s not brushing off the remaining flakes of ash—he’s 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 high—blurting out your thoughts unabashedly.
“I said I wanted to see it, Trashy Poppins. Or m’not gonna believe you’re actually that big.”
You fold your arms, huffing stubbornly.
There was no way an unbearably annoying man like Enjin was slanging actual horse cock!
He had to be the one fucking with you here.
Well, wait, no—a cocky, stupidly sexy man having a big dick actually tracks, now that you think about it.
But still—you need to verify. For science, if nothing else.
Yeah. Science.
Enjin blinks, taking stock of you—kneeling close, your tits straining like they’re about to burst free, and your skirt rides so high on your thighs this time, he swears one more millimeter and he’d see your panties for real.
“C’mon now…”
Your sickly sweet coos needle at Enjin’s spine.
“...as if you aren’t always upskirting me just to see my panties.”
Shit. You knew it was intentional?
“At least you can show me your undies for a change. If you’re really that big, then I’ll be able to tell.”
The spark alight in your eyes is a challenge to Enjin, who loves pushing your limits. Now he needs to know how far you’ll go. Even if he’s completely unprepared for this turn of events, he’s sure as fuck not gonna be the one backing down first.
“S’that right, Princess? Well, I haven’t even seen yours today so—”
Enjin doesn’t even get the chance to finish before you’re lifting your skirt and spreading your knees wider. You stare up at the ceiling, the popcorn squares suddenly appearing super interesting to you. Enjin’s 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 misses—like 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.
Goddamn, are you intentionally buying them a size too small?
Or is your pussy print just that fat?
Enjin gulps, mouth dry.
His attention caught like a hook to your cunt, everything else is unimportant—including the irony of how he was just teasing you for the very same thing—it’s 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 doesn’t exist between the apex of your doughy thighs.
All of his lecherous starring is worth it though—if only to be able to throw his own saying back at him for once.
“Now, how’s it go again? It’s not peer pressu—”
“—Yeah, yeah, I got it, Princess—My turn.”
Enjin relents, cutting you off with a twisted grin as he shakes his head.
“Ya don’t gotta break my arm to see my dick, babe. Just makin’ sure you’re sure. Don’t need you runnin’ off telling Semiu I flashed ya.”
Semiu is already on Enjin’s ass for teasing you as much as he does. Something about him being ‘too grown’ not to ‘nut up’ and ‘come to terms with his reality’, but Enjin was never listening for long, zoning out as soon as a new lecture was underway.
However, if your prissy ass really wants to see his dick that bad, of course he’d oblige. Hell, Enjin would get another kick outta watching your horror when you realize for real just how much he’s 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 didn’t get nearly as much play as he should’ve. He isn’t a virgin by any means, but too many women take one glance at his size and back off expeditiously.
Life on the ground meant hustling to survive for most. Nobody could afford to be laid up for days just because Enjin’s wrecking ball of a cock tore through their walls, rendering them unable to walk—let 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 is—short 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. There’s a static-like silence buzzing in your mind as you process the monstrous mass of phallic muscle before you.
You’ve never seen a dick that huge in your entire life.
Clocking your shock, Enjin’s chest puffs like he’s just been crowned a king in the room.
“Relax, Princess…” he drawls, smugness saturating every word.
“I ain’t even all the way hard yet.”
Bullshit!
Your eyes pingpong between his face and his cock before landing on the obvious conclusion—no overthinking this time.
“What are you waiting for then? Get hard.”
Enjin actually chokes for real this time, still not used to how blunt his demure lil’ Trash Princess gets when she’s high. He manages to laugh regardless once he finds his breath as he sure as hell doesn’t hate this new side of you.
“Hah?! It doesn’t work like that ya know…”
Enjin lies right through his fucking teeth.
Just hearing that vulgar command from your prissy lil’ 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 don’t flinch at the sight of him getting even bigger.
There’s more than enough incredulousness on your face for sure, but Enjin half expected you to backpedal for the sake of your pussy’s self-preservation and book it out the door. Instead, the look you’re giving his dick is more akin to awe than fear.
Truly, though—you are in awe.
Men weren’t like this on the Sphere. Well, your husband certainly wasn’t.
Older than you by over a decade, your husband’s 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 time—if you expected too much from sex.
But when your eyes drift back to Enjin—catching the thick vein running along his length, visible even through the fabric—you know better now.
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 tip—so much pre spilling it seeps through the fabric.
Enjin inhales sharply through his nose. He knows he’s proven his size, but your silence and the way you’re eyeing his cock like some kind of museum exhibit is starting to get to him.
Enjin doesn’t 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, he’s going to come in his pants, untouched, like some fucking cuck.
“Well, Princess? Big enough for ya?”
You don’t 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.
“Oh, shiiii—” Enjin hisses.
His lip catches between his teeth as all thoughts vanish the moment your delicate little fingers start stroking him.
“Argh—fuck. Can’t jus’ go grabbing a man’s dick like that ya know.”
Yet Enjin does nothing to stop you as your touch grows bolder. Your palm flattens around his girth—too 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 he’s made there, amused at how many of the small, sticky suds you can gather on your finger through the material.
Enjin’s own laugh is strangled. This can’t be real.
You’re unfazed by Enjin’s provocations – too mesmerized by the obscenely large cock in front of you that has you squirming uncomfortably as your own panties turn swampy with heat.
“May I?”
Meeting Enjin’s gaze, your polite innocence is accented by a wide-eyed pout that’s far too sweet for the filthy implications of your request. Like you’re nicely asking permission to play with your favorite toy—except you don’t even wait for him to give it,fingers impatiently snapping the edges of his waistband like some cockhungry slut.
“Uh…” Enjin blanks while his dick is practically screaming at him to respond—even a damned head nod would suffice. Yet his brain blue-screens as it registers that look—the normally innocent, curiosity filled look that he's been craving since he found you in No Man's Land—now twisted into something debased and filthy. And best of all?
Meant just for him.
Enjin’s so fucking hard right now it’s painful—and hell, if you’re planning to do something about that, he’s not about to stop you.
“Keh. Do you, boo.”
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.
Good God, he’s a big boy!
Although you knew that, seeing the monster in all of its unleashed glory was an entirely different experience. Enjin’s 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 choke—you can’t help but salivate at the thought of what a huge cock like this tastes like… what it feels like.
You’re 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 Enjin’s length has his toes curling as he grips the sofa, ripping a chunk clean off the decaying material.
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.
“W-Woaaah—ugh. FUCK!”
Enjin’s hand flies into your hair as he clears his throat. Sure, your mouthwatering stares made a blowie likely, but diving in this shamelessly? It’s enough to make him feel like he’s losing his damn mind.
You grip his base—an insurance policy to keep him from cumming—while 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.
“T-There’s no way in hell they taught your prissy ass how to be this much of a slut up there.”
Pouting, you release his balls to cradle his cockhead against your puffed up cheek, uncaring of the amount of pre seeping across your jaw.
“D-Do…do you hate it? My hus—um, ex said it was a turn off. H-he'd say I have 'the depravity of a slums streetwalker.”
Staring up at Enjin, your eyes are clouded with lust, yet edged with worry—like he’d threatened to rip something precious away. But it’s only his cock you’re coddling tighter against your cheek, your lips parting just enough to chase the beads of pre that drip close to your mouth.
If you weren’t gripping Enjin’s base so hard he definitely would have blown a load all over your face. Fuck, if the thought isn’t tempting to him though – he doesn’t think you’d even mind in this state.
Goddamn, you’re so much sluttier than Enjin could have ever imagined.
And he’d imagined it plenty.
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, he’d shamelessly rut into his pillow. Yet, no matter where his perversions strayed, every faceless fantasy in the dark insisted on transmuting into you.
You seriously think he couldn’t match your freak?
Oh, sweetheart, you have no fucking idea.
“Hate it?”
Enjin holds back the growl building at the back of his throat. There’s a torrent of thoughts swirling with his high all at once—all coming to settle right back into his dick.
“Never. Show me who you really are, Princess—n’ I’ll give it right back to ya tenfold—that’s a promise.”
If you weren’t already trembling with arousal—finally free to let your freak flag fly—you might’ve shied away. Enjin’s 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, you’re not thinking at all—aching 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 Enjin’s hips jerk up. You gag, but his firm grip on your roots keeps your head in place, forcing his length to breach your throat.
“That’s it, baby…open up f-f’er me—g-good fucking girl, Princess…”
Tears prick at your eyes as his cock pounds back of your throat. The stretch is brutal—but some desperate part of you craves more of his filthy praise. What you can’t take with your mouth, your hands make up for—stroking every thick inch your lips can’t swallow.
“Shiiiit, girl! You’re a pro at this.”
If you ask Enjin later, he’d probably call you a throat goat, however most of your “experience” came from the smutty paperbacks high-society wives hid in corsets and swapped under tea tables—not actual practice. You don’t really know what you are doing. You’re just following the book's explicit instructions.
Still, Enjin doesn’t seem to mind being your test dummy.
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 up—until 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 panties—fuck, you’re already dripping for him.
“Hah—uppity cunt gets this sloppy just from a lil’ dick sucking, eh?”
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.
Unable to respond with your mouth, too busy still trying to do the impossible and fit more inside your throat, your hips respond instead—wiggling desperately against his fingers, begging for more of his touch.
Enjin doesn’t 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!
A second ringed finger follows – 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 heat—all of it is driving him crazy.
Shit he’s gonna cum for real this time.
To his credit, Enjin tries to warn you—tries to pull you off before it’s too late.
He doesn’t 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. It’s that thought—your pretty pussy lips splitting open to swallow him instead—that has him busting his hot seed down your throat in thick, hot pulses.
“HAHH—FUHH!”
Releasing your hair, Enjin half expects you to pull away, furious he hadn’t 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 you’re certain you’ve drained him do you pull back, swollen lips coming off his cock with a wet pop.
“Allll go-neee S-Sheee? HAhhhhh~♡”
Tits jiggling as you heave for air, you present your tongue to Enjin as proof you’ve swallowed all of him. Every. Filthy. Drop.
You can’t help but agree—your throat’s wrecked and your pussy’s aching to be used just as thoroughly. Enjin’s fingers aren’t inside you any more, although they are still on your pussy, running through your folds absentmindedly.
“Ngh—n-eed m-more,” you slur.
All your decorum was lost to the wind the moment you asked to see his dick—you don’t even care that it’s 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 again—immediately!
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 can’t wait any longer. It’s been god knows how long since you’ve 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.
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.
“Woah, woah. Slow your roll there sweetheart—you’re skipping a few steps.”
You aren’t 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. You’re being a brat again, not listening to a single word he’s saying.
“Gotta find my rubbers…also gotta stretch you out better, Princess—you’re gonna split in two if I don’t.”
You whimper, petulant and needy. You press his cockhead against your entrance, swiveling your hips like you’re going to recklessly sink down on him at any second.
“Huh? Rubbers?” You shake your head in confusion, pouting. “m’Ennnnjiiiiin…I can’t wait that long—puh-leaseee don’t make me wait s’long, Enjiiiiin. I can take it, promiseee!”
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 didn’t want to hurt you in the process. You are absolutely nuts to want to ride him with so little prep—now, on top of everything else, you apparently wanted him to fuck you raw.
Wait—did 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.
“Too s-slow!” You groan.
Fear is the last thing on your mind—evident 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 – you trying so hard for him makes him want to flip you over and fuck you into the cushions. But he’d let you have it at your own pace…for now.
Releasing your hip, Enjin spits into his palm, rubbing his slick fingers over your clit in slow steady circles.
“Such a hard-headed girl—c’mere…”
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 it’s the way he kisses you after that really knocks the ground out from under you. His tongue pushes past your lips, tangling with yours—hungry, messy, like he wants to steal the little air you have left until you’re 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 he’s keeping rhythm with the pulse that’s beating under your skin.
Why does it feel this good? How is he doing this to your body? S’not fair!
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. You’re 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 full—like 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 doesn’t stop shivering, lost in a blur of pleasure and pain.
“Eh... did you just cum, Princess?”
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.
Teasing your earlobe, Enjin’s tongue dips in to flick at the shell of it, making you clench.
“HA! Good fucking girl! A lil’ more and I bet she’ll be a real squirter f’er me.”
Enjin beams, proud of his Trash Princess. No woman had ever taken him this deep—not even close. Enjin hadn’t expected you to be any different. And yet…when 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 – it's kinda like he’s a virgin again. Parts of his dick had never experienced this kind of molten heat so maybe, in a sense, he is? Enjin didn’t fucking care if he was though, as he ain’t about to be with the way your pretty pussy is giving way like it’s made for him.
“Run that back.”
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. There’s no rush in how his mouth seals over yours. The second shotgun is less about the smoke and more about the feel of you—your 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.
You both moan. Enjin feels you quivering from the inside out and you feel him everywhere—shifting your guts into your ribs.
“I…I did it.”
Your smile blooms soft against his inked skin, lips grazing the spot where you can feel his own pulse hammering wildly.
Enjin’s 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 dick—something 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 doesn’t give a fuck if you are a snobby, annoying, needy lil’ brat who never let him get away with shit and bitches at him constantly—the furtherest thing from his type.
Because honestly?
Motherfuck a bullshit-ass type. Your slutty ass pussy is fuckin’ perfect.
For the first time, Enjin realizes he might be in love with you.
How could he even look at another woman after this?
One thing if for certain—Enjin 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 you—cockdrunk just from sitting on him.
Enjin doesn’t think he’s ever seen you look more beautiful.
“Enjiiiiiin,” you whimper, not being able to hold yourself up.
But your cries for him only inflame the predatory smirk on his lips, your honeyed cunt hugging his cock so beautifully.
“Makes sense you fell from heaven, huh Princess?”
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.
“—cause this pussy’s a fuckin’ angel.”
Your eyes are already lodged in your skull so you can’t even roll them at his cheesy line. But if your pussy is an angel, then Enjin's dick is most definitely a demon—his sinful cock tearing through your insides and condemning you straight to hell.
Moaning loudly, your body moves on autopilot—chasing 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 wouldn’t notice anyway. You don’t 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 it’s ‘hello’.
“Shiiiiit!”
Your hips stutter, then stall when Enjin tugs at your sensitive bud with his teeth.
“Hey…I know my Trash Princess ain’t tappin’ out just yet.”
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. You’ve already leaked enough on his lap to stain the sofa beneath you.
“Nah, ya just got on the ride, baby. Giddy-up.”
SMACK!
“NNNGH!” You weakly glare daggers at him.
Any softness on Enjin’s face has since been replaced by something far more mischievous. If you thought he was obnoxious before—you’re about to learn he’s a full-blown menace inside of pussy.
Wobbling, you gather together what little resolve you have left to roll your hips forward.
“HAAH! S’too biiiiiig,” you whine but your body can’t stop.
The juices saturated between you grant enough momentum to finally get a good, smooth bounce going.
“Fuck—that’s it, ride it like it’s yours, baby.” Enjin encourages you.
The way you cream harder every time he calls you 'baby' doesn't go unnoticed.
“Oh? You like me talking sweet to the pussy, baby girl?—Or do you just like being my filthy lil’ trash slut, hm Princess?”
Gritting your teeth, you grab on to Enjin’s shirt like reins, pulling him closer to you.
“Y-You’re…gonna—ahshiiiit—hafta f-fuck m’better than thisss…if you want m-me to be your ‘baby girl’—Trash Daddy.”
Unfortunately, your sass falls flat—you can barely keep your head from lulling to the side. But Enjin’s thoroughly entertained nonetheless—he’ll take ‘Trash Daddy’ over ‘Trashy Poppins’ any day.
“Bet.”
Electricity runs through Enjin. He’s all charged up—now it’s his turn to unleash.
Your brow furrows from the noise Enjin makes—you’re not sure if he just laughed or snarled. But it's the only warning you get.
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.
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.
“Enjinnnnn, m’slowwww dowwwnnn!”
Your cries only fuel his frenzy and Enjin knows from the way you’re gushing on him you can take it.
Fuck—this sweet lil’ pussy is just so good for him. Imagine if he never met you.
If you never—
Enjin cuts the thought off cold.
Moving before you can blink—your world flips. One second he’s pummeling up into you, the next you’re on your back.
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 can’t help but to shamelessly ogle him.
Yet, there’s something much too serious and somber about Enjin’s current demeanor. You’ve 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 you’re ‘enjoying the view’.
“Enjin?”
Your sweet voice hits his ears and instantly you have his attention again. Enjin flashes you a pearly white smile.
“Heh, enjoy the break, Princess? You wont get another.”
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 there’s still something else burning in his eyes. Enjin knows it’s 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.
Suddenly, there’s a loud creak followed by a decisive snap and two of the sofa’s legs give out. If your sweat and cum weren't like glue on the old leather you’d surely slide off head first. You yell out in alarm, but Enjin doesn’t give a fuck about the damn sofa.
His mood is still soured by the thought that wouldn’t be shaken away until he confronted it—
If you never fell.
But you did. He found you—and now that Enjin has you under him like this, he needs to fuck the point he’s concluded into you:
If Rudo ever finds a way to the Sphere, Enjin will personally travel there and see to your ex-husband himself.
Hell, he might even rail you in front of him a few times—show him what a real man could do. Maybe even a real…husband?
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, Enjin’s mind has never been more clear—he wants to lock you down.
“Hah… P-Princess, can ya feel me in your tummy? Right…” Enjin’s golden eyes lock on the ever-so-slightly distended bulge from the monstrous intrusion in your guts.
“....right, here.”
Throwing your legs over his shoulders, his large hands splay across your sweat sheened belly. You’re squirming under the heat of Enjin sandwiching your guts between his palm and his cock. Its all far too much—you’re too full, unable to really focus on what Enjin’s saying.
“Ahh, E-Enj—m’ c-cum, g-gonna mmm…” 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. Enjin’s 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 arms– adding more red to his already inked skin– were any indication.
“That’s it, Princess, hah—fuck, baby, I got you. Squirt for your Trash Daddy.”
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 you—the melody of his now drenched balls colliding with your wet ass only growing loude
“Fuck, that’s it. Pussy cryin’ like she wants my cum, Princess…”
You’re barely conscious from all the pleasure, eyes rolling back into your head.
“She’s jealous that slutty throat of yours got all my cum, now it’s her turn to swallow, isn’t that right?”
It’s a rather roundabout way for Enjin to ask if he can nut inside you, but then again, he wasn’t really asking. The thought of breeding you makes him feral.
“Ahh—f’nnghhhh!”
Non-verbal and fucked dumb, you’d probably agree to anything right now. You’re an utter mess–pussy stretched beyond anything you thought possible, face sticky with slobber rolling down to pool in the folds of your neck.
“O’course it is…gonna dump all these trash babies into my princess’ sweet lil’ cunt.”
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 don’t even realize the love confession his cock is professing to you.
“FUHHHH—take it!”
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. There’s blood rushing to your head— not the worst place for it, you think, all things considered. Enjin’s weight is heavy, his chest heaving into yours, warm and sticky as he wraps you in his arms.
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.
“Whewww,” Enjin whistles at the sight of the thick creampie glistening in your core. “All this cum your cute pussy pulled outta me—you’d think she was my jinki.”
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.
“Yeah—squirtin’ on command like that. Definitely an attack type.”
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.
“Yeah, how about that, ’mma duel wielder! Yup, definitely gotta name ‘er now—what you thinkin’ I should call her, princess?”
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 Code—your 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.
“Got it! Cumbringer! The Umbreaker and The Cumbringer. Nice ring to ‘em, dont’cha think?”
Cumbringer!?
Later, you would definitely regret being so thoroughly fucked out of your mind you didn’t put a stop to this. Enjin is most definitely going to be insufferably proud of himself for the next 3-6 business weeks. He’d lord this over you and tease you with not-so-subtle hints around the rest of the cleaners.
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 can’t seem to find the fucks to care—you just needed more of his dick, like…now.
Pleased with your compliance, Enjin thumbs the dips at the small of your back, perching your ass up so your back arches real nice.
“Trash Daddy’s gonna take real good care of Cumbringer from now on, too. Make ‘er live up to the name.”
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.
“Say, how much anima you think is in my nut, Princess?”
You don’t 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.
⛓
Fading in and out of a euphoric stupor, you’re unsure how much time passes. Absolutely cockdrunk, at some point, you’d simply just surrendered. Your pussy clearly has zero complaints about being a jinki for Enjin’s cock and you are too dumb once you get a lil dick to stop him.
Somehow, you’ve ended up folded over the wide coffee table. It’s unstable beneath you, but Enjin doesn’t seem to care what he breaks when he’s 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 Enjin’s thrown his coat over you. Still sheathed deep inside you, Enjin’s 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 haven’t shown up to happy hour yet—shit. There’s no way you’re making it in this condition; your limbs are toast. You can’t 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 complacency— 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 doesn’t 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 cigs—he might as well smoke if he’s giving you a break.
“I win,” Semiu turns to Gris, hand out expectantly.
Semiu’s 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.
“Tsk, damn…” Gris shakes his head, although he’s not shocked.
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 kid’s first crush.
Alas, you’re an airhead and Enjin is so stubborn he’s delusional. So the older Cleaner members couldn’t 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.
“You 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 lose…” Gris eyes the boneless, quivering lump that is you under Enjin’s jacket.
Enjin really did a number on you. Your nonsensical babbles pouting for Enjin to ‘make sure to tell Semiu to bring you back some fries from the bar’ obviously means you have no idea that they are actually in the room.
“But it looks like you have your ‘ace in the hole' for an entirely different game.”
Enjin chortles. His hips stutter forward a bit too hard and you squeak in protest, he just hushes you.
“Awe, so you came back all this way to check-up on us? How sweet,” Enjin says sarcastically, taking a drag from his cigarette.
“Hardly. Rudo accidentally chugged an entire beer he thought was soda—then proceeded to throw it all up over Zanka,” Semiu says flatly.
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.
“Although 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 Enjin—she looks like she could use the break anyway.”
Semiu casts a sympathetic look your way. She did warn you about Enjin though, so he was your mess to deal with now.
“Sure thing,” Enjin says, patting your form underneath his coat, “I’ve trained my new jinki well enough for tonight.”
Semiu takes one look at the absolutely diabolical grin on Enjin’s face and decides she's already had enough of his shit for the night.
She sighs again. “Just hurry it up, alright?”
Enjin gives Semiu a cheeky salute. Yet the second her back is turned, Enjin mimes a dramatic chef’s kiss to the air for Gris. Enjin’s eyes roll back like he’s just had the best meal of his life.
Gris snorts, shooting him a wink and a thumbs-up for a ‘job well done’ like a proud teammate before heading out of the room as well.
“One more thing.”
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 table’s on life support, and there's a growing puddle under you, spilling over to slowly drip off its edge onto the floor.
“If you’re just going to recklessly rawdog her, at least get her on the pill. Alice can sort that out tomorrow—right after you replace every piece of furniture you’ve both annihilated.”
Enjin simply shrugs, taking another drag of his cigarette.
“I suppose…we can stop by Alice’s too.”
Semiu just rolls her eyes, only to wrinkle her nose as a wave of stale air wafts by.
“And for the love of god—crack a window. Smells like fresh ass in here.”
Once the doors finally click shut, Enjin rips his jacket off of you and smiles. You’re 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.
“Mmmm—*yawns* Was that Semiu on the call, Enj?”
Call? Oh, heh.
“Ha, yeah baby girl, just Semiu on the line,” Enjin lies too easily.
It’s for your own benefit though–no 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.
“She said they ran outta fries though. I’ll get ya some later, yeah? Jus’ need Cumbringer to clock in one more time, Princess...”
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.
“Ah, mmmm, b-but—ngnh! She mentioned something about hotdogs and getting pills tomorrow? Is that a mission?”
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. You’re gonna be so fucking hot waddling around HQ in your slutty ass uniform, tits leaking and belly full with his brats.
The only pill he’d get from Alice would be a fertility pill.
“Nothing my slutty baby girl or my Cumbringer gotta worry about, Princess. Leave everything t’me.”
𝐚𝐧: 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! ♡
also, in case anyone is wondering—yes, 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.
Warnings: fem!reader, breeding kink, age gap, use of 'mommy' during sex, unprotected sex, endeavor is a warning in his own right i guess
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The conversation about having a child together was intense at best. Enji was too nervous about fucking up again to truly consider tackling fatherhood. Yet, he couldn’t help feeling guilty about denying you something you so obviously desired. You’d smiled through it when he told you he wasn’t sure how he felt and agreed to have the conversation later.
It stays locked away inside both of you. Neither voicing your concerns about the future.
Until it slipped out.
Enji had you underneath him, your legs pinned to your chest as he ruts into you. He’d been out of town for days, and he was making up for lost time. Your fingers curl around the sheets and your back arches.
“Breed me, Daddy,” you moan. It slipped out so easily in the heat of the moment. So often it had been at the tip of your tongue while you were in the throes of pleasure, but you were never brave enough to say it out loud.
The moment the words leave your lips, you’re pulled away from the moment. Your eyes meet his, expecting shock or anger to be looking back at you. Instead his eyes are even darker with arousal.
“Is that what you want, you bad girl?” he growls and pins you down. “You want me to make you a mommy?”
Your eyes widen at his reaction. It certainly wasn’t what you’d expected. Logically you knew that you should stop this before it gets started, but Enji teasing you this way while his big cock bullies your sopping cunt is too good to resist.
“Y-yes, daddy, please,” you whine. “Make me a mommy, wanna have your babies.”
“Mmm, babies?” he leans in to nuzzle at your neck. “More than one?”
“Yes! Yes!”
“Remember, you asked for this,” he whispers against your neck as he changes the angle of his thrusts, pushing in as deep as your cervix will allow.
could we get a dick headcanon post for the boys + kirishima? like what they look like, are they cut, size, smell, hair, etc. i wanna know what im dealing with when they snatch me up 👀 tysm
yandere ! BNHA thirsts
TIP-JAR
goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, kinks
BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN
Average but proud, besides, a knife is only that unless you know which way to weaponize it. He has thick girth though, will fill you up one way if not the other, stretch you out, rip you apart if it weren't for how kind and gracious he is with his tongue between your legs beforehand. Heavy balls hung underneath, always making the loudest clapping noises when he thrusts into your heat, slapping against your clit when he has you bent over a pillow, burying himself deep inside you like a hound fucking his bitch. And all of him smells like caramel, there’s no escaping it, and he’s always so sweaty by the hands of his quirk, glistening with clear oil-like dew, not sticky, but clammy and slippery, working perfectly as added lubricant and even moisturizer to avoid chaffing and burns.
DABI- TODOROKI TOUYA
Dabi’s cock is... decorated, to the point it’s hard to imagine what he looks like without the sparkling jewels. Being the god of piercings, with a Jacob’s ladder running along the underside of his cock, feeling so cruelly delicious when he strokes the length between your thighs, rubbing through the valley of your tender pussy-lips, silver ticking like cogs over your clit, making you panic from overstimulation before he’s even as much as begun the procedure of entering you. Pushing inside, same zipper-like staples messaging against your walls with delicious friction, not to mention that Prince Albert arrowhead-stud going through the tip of his knob, stabbing at your cervix each time he bottoms-out inside you.
SHIGARAKI TOMURA
It’s a cock. Your every terrible virgin fear. Large and meaty and heavy in your palm, sluggish like a sausage. Pale ashen porcelain-like skin blushed a pretty pink towards the tip, flecked with dark-spotted moles near the base in stark contrast to the grey surrounding it, painted with swelled-thick bumpy veins that make him shudder when you push a little extra pressure into the movement of your fingertips and tongue as you lick up the purple paths. Looking like an overstuffed bratwurst, yet makes you hold your breath when fitting so cruelly delicious inside you, stretching you in all the right ways.
SHINSO HITOSHI
It hardly matters. Not that it isn't a nice dick with a puffy fluffy growth of purple hair, equally soft as the wild locks atop his head, but it hardly matters when his voice is telling you that it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt in your entire life and how you’re left with no other option but to believe him, as he strips you of all consciousness except the ability of feeling him, his divine hands and his heavenly tongue and his godly cock touching every inch of your body, staking its claim, its ownership, as though you are an offering, nothing but his little plaything, nothing but his pretty little pet, simply made to cum so sweetly around his cock each time he whispers the demand in your ear, feel his voice tickle and strangle your every nerve into submission.
TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS
It won't stand-out amongst any other cock, except that he takes himself to get groomed just like any other responsible animal would. He likes taking care of himself, or at the very least pay someone else to do it for him. He’ll wash, let air-dry, lotion and walk around the house naked regularly, stating he needs to let his member breathe, often making you do the same, claiming how it should be natural for the two of you, as mates, to walk around in your birthday-suits, which in turn naturally leads to a lot of sex. And if things weren't abnormal enough living with the half-animal... his cock grows during his rut, not just because of his constant erection, but it becomes longer and fatter, swollen, more needy for attention, more sensitive, and cruelly more tolerant as well, having you bent over every and any service each time he feels the bottomless undeniable need to pump you full of his cum.
MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU
With Deku’s downright jewish curls, you can imagine he was circumcised as a child for traditional beliefs. Deku grew into an eerie carbon copy of All Might. Towering height and bulging muscles, all except the bush of green hair atop his head and lining his chin and cheekbones with fine stubble, and those deceptively cute freckles adorning his cheeks. Naturally, because of this, has one of the largest cocks on the list, with a monstrous girth, being intimidating even when sleeping, a beast behind the boxer. Big bulging mushroom-shaped cockhead, looking like a hat despite the deep slit running through from top to bottom, springing up like some great lightbulb, bobbing against his navel. Heavy hung balls swinging like golfballs beneath. Neatly trimmed and styled stubble starting at his hilt, mostly dark green with hints of grey and silver sprouts, moving up his pelvis into a pretty line of long thick hairs reaching to his bellybutton, and past it into a manly growth of chest hair.
CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL
Such a pretty cock, a cock that makes your mouth water with hunger as you want to suck on it badly, want to roll his perfection over your tongue, almost animated with how perfect it looks, bobbing with a proud curve upward, smooth with not a bump nor ridge or vein in sight, just smooth kitty-soft skin, no discoloration either, just flat alabaster, looking sculpted out of porcelain, if it weren't for the trimmed bush styled and shaped like a neat precise triangle just below his pelvis, hairless balls hung like two decorative chestnuts beneath. Circumcised because of superstition regarding germs, leaving a free bulging cock-head in its foreskins absence, blushed bright pink and glossy and silken. Always smelling like freshly cut mint with how pristine his skin-care routine is, like a sacred ritual, that compelling nagging voice whispering death-threats regarding bacteria and sickness is he not to take proper care of himself.
TODOROKI SHOTO
You would expect to find a different colored bush down there, and that is exactly what’ll you’ll find as well, a cute tuft of red and white hair growing just above the base of his cock. Smelling like rich cologne, to the point where even thinking about giving it a lick sends your tongue into a curling cramping turmoil, dreading the stinging taste of aftershave burning in your mouth. But he hardly ever lets you serve him anyway... no... during playtime it’s all about you and all the things he’s going to do to you. He’ll play with all your delicate bits, roll your nipples between cool fingertips, his breath blowing an ice-chill across your body, making you shiver and flush as warm digits come to contrast the feeling of frostbite, stroking up your skin, making it quiver in acceptance of the comfort, only to have that ripped away again as the once so comfortable warmth turns to fire licking your skin, soon to be dew-kissed with feverish steam. Where his cock remains mostly inside the confinements of his boxers right up until the very end when the entrapment has become almost painful with its straining to rip free.
KIRISHIMA EIJIRO - RED RIOT
Eijiro doesn't dye all his hair. Which calls for a surprising eye-catching black bush when you first see it, but the most caught-off-guard thing is when he’s holding a coarse hand with sand-textured fingers rubbing into the soft skin of your ample little hip, understating how breakable your bones are, how thin and delicate your skin is, how easily it cuts upon the right jagged rocks. He gets so frustrated when writing down hero-reports to the agency regarding whatever mission he’s at the time currently struggling with, he just needs to have his little baby-girl seated on his lap, giving him some form of comfort in the tight shape of her sweet warm cunt gushing and hugging his hard length, squeezing all the frustration out of him, until of course he hits a snag in his research, some other dead-end, where he’ll accidentally activate his quirk and have his darling clenching around something that’s now too hard and too sharp to possibly be the source of any ounce of pleasure. Well... at least they’re both suffering, right?
KAMINARI DENKI - CHARGEBOLT
Denki is a guy that likes to feel proud of what he keeps in his pants, something to look forward to showing, like a presentation, a piece of art. Styling and shaving his pubic hair into an intricate pattern that fits perfectly right alongside what swirling piece of artwork he’s inked right above his base, resembling a crown of some sorts. Then... of course, there is the special equipment... a Prince Albert piercing stud going through his tip, beneficial when igniting his quirk, sending small dozes of blitz into the deepest parts of his darling, having her spasm and choke on nothing but a little healthy dose of electricity, making her all dumb and twitchy, pussy gripping his cock like a vice sporadically with the lightning zipping through her, curling in her toes, turning her mind to nothing but a numbed-down heavy hovering blissful void, nothing but his sweet little fuck-toy.
TAMAKI AMAJIKI - SUNEATER
Thinking about sex and Amajiki, it’s hardly ever his cock that comes to mind, more his hands, and the many things he can do with those hands of his, and the many things they turn into. It’s not often you realize he’s even using his cock, unless of course you taste when he’s stuffed your mouth full of cream or if you aren't too fucked-out to feel his warmth sprout and spread through inside you when he paints your walls with wight. You’ll hardly ever have the mind to think too much of his cock, when those curving serpentine calamari ribbons of red snake around your ankles and thighs to spread you open, make a puppet out of you, winding its way inside you, suction cups being such a strange toe-curling ticklish friction on the inside, demanding you cum until you pass-out.
TOGATA MIRIO - LEMILLION
Everything about Mirio looks artificial, like a barbie ken doll. And when your eyes trail down his perfectly toned abs, it isn't strange that his cock also seems sculpted for a teenagers wettest wildest dreams. But we all know the saying... careful what you wish for. And there is such a thing as too big, something that will be so apparent as he tries bottoming out inside you, only for you to be too shallow to fit all of his length inside, and you’ll fight panic each time he pushes a little harder, a little rougher, heart-flinching anxiety when it feels as though he’s going to press through into your womb, destroy your insides, churn your guts, rearrange your organs. But a shallow pussy is nothing a tight ass can't substitute for.
SHINDO YO - GRAND
Honestly, his pretty cock aside, it’s those hands of his that are godsend, rough-textured gravely sandpaper-like finger pads with the power to make anything they touch vibrate beneath them. To think when he presses just one single finger-print onto your clit, starting slowly with minor tremors buzzing, waking your little bead up, before boosting the frequency. Think of having his cock push into you just at the right time, just when you cum, orgasm thrust onto you like a storm, causing all your senses to bleed into one another, pussy clenching like a vice around him, gushing around his thickness in panic and euphoria at the finger-pad still being pressed harshly into your swollen screaming clit, still making it buzz, still making it pulsate and quake.
AIZAWA SHOTA - ERASERHEAD
It shouldn't come as a surprise that he doesn't trim, that he’s all natural and hairy like some other caveman, with an unkempt tuft of black hair bearding like a forest around his base, balls almost disappearing amongst the wild locks. You feel like the softest thing when sitting with his cock warming inside you, light peach-fuzz coating your skin, in great contrast to the wolf-man holding you tight. His thick brawny arms not only lined with military-muscles and battle-kissed with scars, but littered with long thick spider-leg hairs, his thighs and legs too, resembling sheep’s-wool on his chest. Not to mention that stubble on his upper-lip and and chin, the one that tickles when he kisses up your neck and pinches when sucking on the tender supple skin of your breasts and scratches with such heavenly friction against your clit when he devours you like the beast he is.
TODOROKI ENJI - ENDEAVOR
An intimidating cock, looking every bit of wrathful as the man himself, one thick pulsating purple vein running up the side, head always blushed an angry red, throbbing and demanding, looking almost eruptive like some unstable volcano. And warm, hot inside you, hotter than its supposed to be, burning on your pussy-lips and warming you from the inside-out when pushing into you, warming throughout your body, to the tips of your fingers and toes, in your head, feverish, making little beads of sweat rise like dewdrops on your skin as you pant and hold onto the cold bedsheets, anything to balance what boiling sensation is relentlessly pounding your poor little pussy, and the feeling of his equally hot grip on your hips, helping maintain your position, help you stay uprise, given you’re left nothing but a wet hot drooling mess beneath him.
YAGI TOSHINORI - ALL MIGHT
This depends... it’s nothing too mind-blowing when in his skeletal-form, though managing to hit the right spot deep inside, however... when buried inside you... he’ll morph, buff and puff up while still having you speared on his length, letting you feel it grow inside you, grow and grow with seemingly no end as your pussy starts to throb to accommodate the new beast taking residence inside, having blown up to a thick piece of muscly meat that has you stretched wide and good, wrapped around him tightly, hugging him snug like a glove, dreading with curled toes as you await the oncoming movement, the feeling of him slide out slowly only to push, stuff you full all over again, handling your body like a sleeve, nothing but a fleshlight, with his glorious unmatched strength.
AKAGURO CHIZOME - STAIN
This is a man’s cock. Looking muscly and strong as it stands rugged and straining like a toppling tower against his ripped abs that have those deep wide welting battle-scars running across them, purple veins snaking like lightning up the shaft, skin a thin type of leathery and wrinkled due to being stretched to hood his impressive size. Unmovable once erect, so very stiff and inflexible as it drives through all and everything like a drill, hitting whatever resistance it finds with force, pushing through without mercy. But his tongue is another note of blessed, flexible like some adder, thick and bumpy, rigid and alive as it winds deep inside you, drinking down your juices while sucking like a toddler does a pacifier on your budding clit, still with his red muscle resting inside you.
TW: NSFW, dubcon/noncon, fantasy AU, orc ! Enji, Elf ! darling, size difference, exhibitionism, public sex, humilation, race war between orcs and elfs
fem reader
Thinking about Orc ! Enji taking the pretty elven princess as his little pleasure-pet after winning the war between their races…
You don’t even know the language, but you know that it’s you the big men around the table are laughing at when you’re eased down on his lap. Uselessly crying while his fat cock bullies its way inside your pretty little cunt.
His hand is large enough to reach around your entire neck, while yours can't even reach around one of his fat fingers, let alone do anything at all with enough power to stop him. But though he’s very able to pop your head clean off, his hand settles for simply collaring you – squeezing your throat for fun, but more in an effort to keep you still as he aims himself against your taut opening.
And you’re sweating just from the fear of it despite the many failed attempts of breaching you – you know he's not going to stop trying until it's done. Able to peek down at the towering monstrosity, how it's blushed red and wet and swollen to a size bigger than your arm, rubbing itself against your slit, making you shake at the friction – feeling his thick ridges and veins catch on your clit where it grows even bigger and thicker against your stomach.
His other hand holds your thigh up, showing everyone how his cockhead smudges a kiss into your pussy-lips before finally pressing the fat bulb inside you – making you wince with wet cries as he slowly forces every last meaty inch inside your pretty elven pussy until he’s made a proud belly bulge protruding from your body as though he’s put a baby in you already.
You can only guess that he’s the leader – the way everyone pounds their fist on the table, cheering and hollering once he has himself bottomed out inside you. Your eyes lazy with tears as you pant with moans, gulping for breath with your little pink tongue lolled out like a dumb bitch in heat – chin resting on his thick pointer finger where drool starts dribbling down from the corner of your mouth.
He feels you go completely slack and lets go of your throat, laying you against his chest instead. You would have barreled over if it weren’t for how your hands had been tied together and hung around his strong neck like a necklace, keeping you there – pretty tits heaving with sweat – cute things, smaller than his balls.
He picks up your other thigh, spreading them wide – showing everyone how good he stuffs your cunt – lifting you up and down the length – making you feel torn in two where you clench around him in hopes of staying whole. Moaning like a brazen slut with tears spilling down your cheeks and drool running down your chin, making everyone there coo and chuckle – grinning at the sight of their leader making a bitch out of the pretty elven princess whose kingdom they’d just conquered.
You’re just his dumb little cock-pet from now on – chained to his bed and made to take care of his needs every time he gives your collar a tug. And it's the same with all your pretty brothers and sisters – put in cages to please his army while they plunder more of your land and round the rest of you up – only for every last one of you to be subjugated to the same cruel fate.
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Simon who yearns for his pregnant wife. (MDNI 18+)
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Simon Riley wasn’t sure what the hell he was listening to.
Or more accurately… what kind of nonsense these sergeants were going on about.
"Fuckin' hell.” one of them, Ramirez, muttered over his mug. "Wife's knocked up with number two, and it's like tryin' to hump a bloody beach ball. No positions work, she's always knackered, and half the time she just wants to sleep. Sex? More like a chore I gotta check off the list."
The others chuckled, nodding like it was the gospel. "Tell me about it.” another chimed in. "Mine's the same. Gained a ton already, and the hormones? Christ, one minute she's all over me, the next she's cryin' over a stupid animal shelter Ad. Wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy."
Simon didn't move, didn't breathe a word. His gloved hands tightened around the edge of his tac vest, but not from anger. No, it was something hotter, sharper, coiling low in his gut.
They were wrong.
So bloody wrong.
He thought of you—his wife, his everything—curled up in their bedroom back home, that soft swell of your belly just starting to show under his old shirts you loved to steal. Five months along, and you were glowing, all curves and fire, your body a map he couldn't stop exploring.
He shifted, feeling an erection growing under his gear. Just the thought of you did that to him now. The way your breasts were fuller, heavier, straining against the lace he bought you the last time he was on leave.
How your hips swayed a little wider when you walked, teasing him without even trying. Sex wasn't a chore—no—it was a privilege.
Last night, you'd been on your side, his hand splayed over the bump where their little one kicked, and he'd slid into you slow, deep, your gasps mixing with his growls. "Simon..” you'd moaned, arching back against him, your skin fever-hot and slick. He'd cum faster than a fucking virgin, all because of how beautiful you were, swollen with his child.
The sergeants droned on, oblivious. Simon pushed off the wall, a ghost in the dim light, heading home.
He needed you now—needed to feel that life you'd made together, to bury himself in the woman who turned his world from shadows to something worth fighting for.
As he stepped into the your home, the door clicked shut behind him, he found you on the couch, feet up, reading one of those baby guidebooks with a smirk.
"Miss me, Lieutenant?" you teased, eyes sparkling.
He didn't answer with words. Instead, he knelt before you, hands gentle on your thighs, trailing up slow as his gaze darkened. "Every fuckin' second, lovie. Especially now."
His voice was rough, laced with that hunger only you ignited. And as he leaned in, lips brushing the curve of your belly before he found his way between your thighs, he knew this was heaven, not hell.
tw: sorta dubcon, heavy degradation, msub, domme!reader heavy dialogue
“That’s right..” you ground your hips down onto his face, ignoring the way your pussy muffled his pathetic noises as you used his hair for leverage in your fists. “Fucking drown in it, bitch boy.”
You can’t help the sadistic laughter that bubbles out at the way he gasps and sputters beneath you. Pliant. Very nearly broken into submission, but those teary eyes are swimming with desire despite his whining protests. No.. Of course a man like him would never like being treated like this. Except for the fact that he would, and he does like it when you treated him like this.
He liked it a lot.
The way your eyebrows would dip in fake pity when you mocked him. The way your voice dropped and oozed with intention. That salacious little look in your eyes as you’d pout, just to wipe the sympathetic act from your expression effortlessly; confident grin playing at the edges of your lips.
He was so attracted to you that it made him ache in places he didn’t know could ache.
You gave him a space that he’d never experienced before.. somewhere that he was safe to let someone else carry the weight for a while. A sanctuary that had been built on trust.. and sex. Like a fuck ton of sex.
“You love being such a depraved little mouth for me, don’t you?”
A strangled breath puffed through his clenched teeth as you gripped his jaw, running the flat of your tongue over the side of his face. Slow and deliberate.. Licking from his chin to his cheekbone tasting yourself in the messy layer of your slick glistening on his face. “So happy to make a pretty little mess of yourself..”
Your tongue lapped over his parted lips, eyes locked with his in an intense exchange. Primal. Wanting. “Such a lewd expression.. all for me, right?”
“You’re all mine? Every last inch, down to the last freckle..”
He was nodding. Without his own permission, he was eagerly nodding in agreement, even as you sank down on him; as you scalded his cock with how hot you were inside. He would do anything. Say anything. Be anything, if it meant you would keep fucking yourself on his cock like that.
“I-I’m yours! Please, baby— w-wait!“
His cries of pleasure brought you to a halt, speechlessly observing as his hips bucked up haphazardly, manly thighs spasming beneath you. That delicious expression smearing across his features was always so hot. The way you could find traces of the pleasure igniting every nerve ending in the deep moans shamelessly escaping him.
He just came without permission while buried deep inside of you.. and the panicked expression taking over sends a thrill through you, making you smile.
content : incest, raw and rough sex, miss girl is perverted and a little sick in the head.
post war papa!enji is sick of his girl babying him due to his injuries, he’s just itching to show her he’s still the man of the entire estate.
the man who rose and maintained #2 position from the young age of early 20s, for THIRTY years, despite the blatant dislike from the civillians.
the man who earned and fought for his spot with his brute physical strength.
the man smart enough to lead an entire company, providing livelihood for so many people.
he may have lost a limb. lost optimal mobility on his legs. he may have had half his face burned off.
he may receive help from his beloved doting daughter to do daily tasks, but he needs to put it in her head that it’s only because he let her.
he loses all composure when his baby is going too far, joking about how he’s the baby now.
how did it start exactly ?
oh you know. just the usual, typical you.
you were sitting between his legs, brushing his damp hair, putting lotion on his face, cooing at him the entire time.
it would’ve been fine.
but then you just had to cradle his head to your plushy breasts. swaying him gently, making a note on how he looks just like a baby like this.
in a blink, his remaining hand grabs you by the collar of your clothes, pinning you down hard on the futon.
there’s a brief silence.
you take a look at the majestic sight in front of you. enji’s lose yukata, showing his toned chest, panting from annoyance, and then… you eye him down. arousal.
“you’re walking on thin ice, woman. i told you multiple times to watch it.” he glares at you.
any normal prostitute in this situation would’ve thought they’re about to be dead by the end of the night.
you ? you know you’re about to have the best sleep of your life, since the war ended.
“what did i do wrong, papa ?” you play innocent, doe eyes staring at his, your meek hands touching his big hairy one.
you sneakily lift one feet to rub his hard on through his boxer. you know he’s been pent up just as much as you are from the way he snapped, rolling your body and pinning the back of your thighs apart with his legs. his hand pushes your face against the mattress, making it hard to breathe properly;
just the way you like it.
“you treat me like i’m helpless,” he grits, hot breath fanning your ear.
you make the effort to turn your face sideways, it only budges a little, but enough for you to talk, riling him up even more.
“aren’t you ?” you chuckle,
“i mean, you can’t even cut your food, papa. you need my help for everything.”
you can feel his fire burning hotter. he’s angry. just exactly what you wanted.
“only because i—“ he pushes you down harder, using his entire weight.
“let you!”
you let out a moan at the pressure.
what a freak, you think to yourself.
“yeah ? what are you gonna do about it ?”
he lets out a grunt, his cock painfully erect. you can feel the hard bulge touching your butt.
without wasting time, he takes it out of his boxer, the removed hand gives you a moment to take a deep breath. but the relief ended as soon as he presses it to your panty cladded pussy.
oh you’re drenched alright.
‘what an easy girl’, he thinks to himself before shoving his cock deep, putting it all in one thrust.
you let out a pained moan, the stretch burns so so good.
“papa! ah!”
he fists your beautiful hair and pins you down,
“i raised you proper,” he seethes,
“and yet, you leak just like one of those prostitutes constantly offered to us heroes.”
you burn with jealousy at the suggestion that your beloved father has bedded other women, and make it your mission to absolutely trigger him.
“yeah ? and you’re cheap enough to lay in the arms of common whores ?”
he raises your head enough just to slap you.
“watch your mouth, woman”
he shoves you down again, slamming hard, deep, thrusts.
oh how the pain makes you alive, if he could see your face, he would see the absolute sly smirk you have on your face.
“put this inside your simple head,”
*thrust* *thrust* *thrust*
“you exist from my seed,”
*thrust*
“you are alive,” he whispers to your ear.
*thrust*
“because i let you.”
*thrust*
“everything in your life, only happened because i let it.”
you clench on his cock, his words going straight to your pussy.
“papa…” you moan out. your previous bite now evaporates into need, slipping into your submissive headspace.
“i maybe a cripple,” he exaggerates, pulling your head up buy the fist of your hair. he bends lower, rough 3 day old beard covered cheek meeting your perfect soft one, the stubble digs into your skin, your breaths mixing.
“but remember well,”
*thrust* *thrust* *thrust*
“i own you,”
*thrust*
“all of you.”
all you can do is let out a moan, you’re a sucker for dirty talking, but this ? these simple, yet absolute filth, coming from your usually quiet father ? this 195 cm 200kg of pure muscle, very handsome of a man ? a man that takes up half of your genetic structure ?
oh you are gone.
your eyes roll to the back of your head, quietly reaching your peak, letting out small whimpers.
he takes it as his sign to pick up the pace.
a couple sets of hard thrusts, his untrimmed hair sticky with your release, and he finishes deep inside with a loud grunt.
he stays inside, catching his breath.
he sees your blissed out, haze filled eyes.
*smack*
he sting brings you back, his thick fingers digging into your cheeks.
“get up. your father is not satisfied yet.”
he lets go of your face, fingers now grazing the surface of your puckered hole, a mere push earns a whimper out of you, your panicked hand trying to find his.
"moreee—mmmph!" you moan from behind the school’s nerds’ hand, which was currently being held against your mouth as he harshly pounded into you from behind, your legs shaking as you tried to keep yourself upright. if it wasn’t for the fact that you two were inside a library right now, he would’ve loved to hear you better.
now, he’s not even sure how he got here in the first place; all he can remember is it had started sometime in the middle of all the awkward flirting between the bookshelves and your touchy advances these past few weeks.
he’s a complete geek, and you had men—even women—at your feet, he couldn’t understand it—a lanky, socially inept loser having sex with the hottest girl on campus? unheard of!
but he’s given up on the fantasy that this was a dream after you dug your nails into his thigh for the third time, begging him to go faster. “fuck, pretty...y’feel sooo good,” he groans from behind you, his balls slapping incessantly against your puffy pussy, dragging out grunts from him every time your walls clamp around him. “l-look at me.”
before you could even register his words, he’s taking his hand from your mouth and turning your head back to look at him. his other hand was digging painfully into your ass, spreading red marks across your skin every time it bounced. he could feel the beads of sweat dripping down the sides of his face and his glasses, which were now uncomfortably foggy and slipping down his nose bridge.
you didn’t know whether it was how stuffy the library was or if you had really lost all the air in your lungs the moment your head was forced back to look at him. shirt unbuttoned, his beautiful eyes now exposed, and there were red marks adorning his neck from earlier.
he looked so fuckin’ hot.
the bookcase you were holding onto was shaking riotously, books scattering onto the carpet as your jaw hung slack, glossy lips parted as you mewled without restraint. “ssooo deep, y’re in my tummyyyy!”
his balls clench painfully at your moans, hot and aching for release with every push against your wet, fluttering walls that kept sucking him in. he slams into you harder—if that was even possible—snaking his arm to wrap under your stomach, feeling his tip prodding at your abdomen. “yeah, f-feels good? im gonna—haah—cum...”
you could barely respond anymore with how hard he’s thrusting, each stroke jerking the glasses down the slope of his nose more and more. you nod dumbly at his words, crying out, “uhuh-uhuhhh, fuckin’ me s’good—!”
he’s moaning pathetically now; he’s never had a girl like this, and he can hardly feel his dick inside you now with how wet you are. despite the fog clouding the lens, he can feel your eyes on him, desperate and hazy; it only makes him more keen to make you cum.
and he does. just a few thrusts later, you’re cumming stupidly on his dick, wailing into his hand as he holds your face, your knuckles turned white from your grip on the bookshelf. “nnhh, need—y’to cum inside!”
he almost can’t believe what he’s hearing, but he decides not to question it, knowing this might be the only opportunity he’ll get with you. “shit—g..gonna fill this pussy up,” he pants, barely missing the way his voice cracks at the end as his balls tighten and he rolls his hips with one final stroke, shooting spurts of hot cum into your womb.
it was silent for a few moments, only the sounds of breathing to be heard in the emptiness of the library before you're being pushed forward, then slowly pulled back onto his cock. “...one more time?”
"put your tiny hand in mine, i'd love to be your preacher, teacher, be your daddy, anything you have in mind."
aot boys as the older, inappropriate men in your life. ᯓ♡
part two
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CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUTTY, dubcon, power imbalance, hefty age gaps, psuedo-cest (stepdad), daddy kink, spanking, fingering, oral f!receiving, heavy petting, dry humping, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mentions of creampies, inappropriate use of cakes (?), car sex, semi public sex, tipsy sex, blowjobs, slight exhibitionism if you squint real hard
TRIGGER WARNINGS : def some abuse of power/power imbalance, just about all of these scenarios could be interpreted as dubcon, reader has an unstable home life in multiple of these scenarios and also lowkey has some mommy issues sprinkled in </3
includes : eren, armin, jean, reiner, connie, levi, and erwin
word count : 6k (i'm so sorry)
what's playing ♬: father figure by george michael
a/n : i went a lil crazy here and rambled…hehe my bad... i really hope you guys enjoy!
eren ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎
eren is a classic stepdad perv
but that wasn’t his intention to begin with, it just kinda happened
you were already 20 when he met your mom, off doing whatever it is that college girls do
so he didn’t even get to meet you until a few years in — when the wedding planning became serious
from the way your mother described you, he was expecting a rude brat
but instead, there you were, this sweet, shy girl who offered a clammy palm for him to shake
and then eren started to see it
the way your mom picked fights with you
the way she was just so cold to you
it started to make them fight in return
constant arguments over her treatment towards you made them start to push the wedding date further and further away
but eren couldn’t leave, not while knowing he had a sweet thing like you who needed him
he’d come to your room after dinner, and hold your hand while you vented and complained
he tried really hard to be a proper father figure to you, no funny business whatsoever
but his resolve was only so strong for so long
at first you were like a skittish puppy, kicked around too many times to accept kindness without being wary of it
but eren was consistent, you could trust him
so you did
you started letting yourself be comfortable around him, started wearing your skimpy pajama sets around him instead of the big ol’ t-shirts and sweatpants you usually had on around the house
it drove him up the fucking wall, watching you saunter down the stairs in those ridiculously tiny shorts and that goddamn tank top that barely held your tits back
and then it happened
he found his golden ticket that would take him straight to hell
he had just finished doing the laundry and was padding into your bedroom to put away your clothes he washed for you
(he definitely did it out of the kindness of his heart and not because he wanted to sniff your used panties)
and he saw it, your diary laying haphazardly on your bed
you were at a friend’s house, you wouldn’t be back until later that night, giving him some time to read a few pages
he knew he was fucked up for this, but he was also fucked up for wanting to fuck his soon to be stepdaughter, so what was one more shitty thing?
he flipped through a couple pages, his heart hurting upon reading about the treatment from your mother
but as he flicked through the pages of around the time you two met, he noticed himself become a recurring topic
at first it was innocent, “mom is introducing me to her fiancé i think his name is eren? i hope he’s nice.”
and then “he’s a very kind man! and handsome too, i like him so far!”
“today eren picked me up from work and took me for ice cream, he’s the best. he makes me really nervous, i don’t know why though.”
“eren is the only person i can trust in this house, tonight he came to my room and held me while i cried about mom. but…part of me hoped that he’d pull me into his lap and hold me that way while i cried, but that feels kind of inappropriate…”
“i had a wet dream about eren. i feel so dirty. i’m trying to tell myself it was just a dream, it means nothing – it has to mean nothing. he’ll be my stepdad soon. i’m going to try and forget about it.”
“eren is the only thing that comes to mind when i touch myself, nothing else turns me on anymore, i’m so screwed.”
and then, the latest entry, “tonight i’m meeting up with a boy, i really hope he distracts me from these feelings i have for eren, wish me luck.”
fuck. no.
eren grabbed his phone and checked your location, immediately rushing downstairs to snatch his keys off the hook and jump in his car
he hauled ass getting to you, he pounded on the door relentlessly, until a boy your age answered the door
he pushed past him and demanded you come out
you were shocked to see eren, but he was nothing short of angry
he pulled you by the wrist and dragged you to the car, ignoring that stupid boy calling after you
the car ride was silent, he ignored your attempts at explaining yourself, and all your tearful apologies for lying
you were bent over his lap as soon as you entered your bedroom, your poor ass swatted raw as you sobbed, your legs kicking from the pain
he struck your ass for so long you couldn’t keep up with counting anymore
“what happened to my good girl, huh? where’d she go?” he gritted out, craning his neck down to your beautifully blubbering face
“m’right here,” you hiccupped, body jerking as he slapped the fat of your ass with pure aggression
“really? b’cause i don’t see her. hopefully i will soon.” he said sternly, pressing his palm firmly up against your cunt
you gasped, your body tensing upon the contact
“e-eren..?”
“shut up,” he snapped, grabbing your diary and tossing it on the floor in front of you
“if you need me to take care of you,” he pushed the flimsy crotch of your shorts and panties to the side, dragging up and down your soaked folds, “you fucking ask me, not some little boy.”
he fucked you with his long, thick fingers, curling right up against that sweet little spongy spot inside you, pressing his knee right to your clit
he muffled your moans with his huge palm while he fingered you over his lap
and then when he became impatient, he had you face down ass up in your soft frilly bed, his fat cock abusing your poor cunt
you sucked him in and gripped him like you never wanted to let him go, leaving a milky ring of your arousal around the base of his cock
his hand was wrapped around your throat while he mounted you, grunting above you while he impaled you ruthlessly
“s’this what you wanted – what you needed?” he hissed, shuddering a moan at the tail end of his words, the sound of your wet cunt creaming around him making him twitch inside you
“y-yes ‘ren, thank you,” you sobbed, your response near incoherent with your cheek smushed into the pillow, your brain turning to goop as he bullied his thick length into you, stretching you out in ways you never had been before
“this is my fuckin’ pussy now, you hear me? you only need my cock. repeat it.”
“i-i only need your cock,” you cried, your body thrusted into the bed by the slamming of eren’s hips behind you
“that’s right honey, now be good and let daddy cum in you.”
armin ᡣ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶𐭩 ♡
mr. arlert is your sweet, reliable next door neighbor!
he’s so wonderful, he always lets you come over and use his pool during the summertime
he covers for you when you sneak out, even lets you borrow his car every now and then too
he’s been the one you run to instead of your parents whenever a stupid boy has the audacity to break your heart
he’s there for you more often than your own parents
some people think its weird, how close you are with him, but he always reassures you that people just aren’t used to witnessing genuine kindness
so you thought he’d be a safe person to vent to during one of your sleepovers, about how none of your ex boyfriends just never made you feel a specific type of way
“i-i dunno…maybe its weird to even talk about this, i’m sorry,” you trailed off, hugging one of his pillows close to your chest
he shook his head, reaching out and gently squeezing your forearm
“its never weird, not with me,” he reassured you
so you told him
“i just…never really got turned on with my exes y’know? we’d do some stuff but i could never get into it and they’d always blame me. call me a stupid prude n’ stuff…”
he got angry at that, those stupid little boys just didn’t know how to treat you the way you deserved, but he did.
“sounds to me they’re immature boys, who didn’t take the time to really understand you or be patient with you. that isn’t your fault sweetheart.”
“but i don’t even know what i like, maybe there is something wrong with me…”
armin’s cock began to stir as his mind went rampant with all the ways he could make you cum…
fuck, this topic was getting dangerous
“no, don’t say that, don’t ever say that about yourself,” he pushed the pillow out of your arms, resting on his knees closer to you now, the bed dipping under his weight when he nears you
he cups your cheeks, peering down at you with a tempting contemplation
“do you want…me to help you?”
and that’s how you ended up with him up against his bedframe and your back safely tucked into his chest, his legs locking yours open while he rubbed your clit
“does that feel good, sweetie?” he asked softly in your ear, his lips grazing your jaw
you just moaned, your head lulling back against his collarbones while he rubbed firm tight circles over your clit
when he didn’t hear you respond, he patted your clit sternly, grabbing your attention
“answer me. so i know you feel good.”
“i-it feels so good, mr. arlert,” you keened, panting heavily
“you’re so wet sweetie, did you ever get this way with those other boys?” he hummed in your ear, his free hand coming up to gently grope at your breast, his cock aching when he felt your lack of a bra
“n-no, never,” you breathed out, shaking your head
he chuckled, the sound rumbling softly behind your back
“figures.” he breathed out, feeling cocky at your answer
“do you want to feel my fingers inside now, sweetie?”
“please!”
he slid in his middle and ring finger, gripping your hip to keep you from squirming
he pumped you nice and slow, resting his chin on your shoulder to watch himself fuck you on his fingers
“f-feels so much better when you do it mr. arlert,” you whimpered as you turned your head to the side, your nose brushing against his cheek
“that’s what i like to hear, now watch me while i touch you sweetheart so you know how to do it yourself.”
he made you cum twice with his fingers alone, taking advantage of how pliable and limp you were in his arms, and how easy it was to pull orgasms out of you
poor thing, you had been so pent up until you had mr. arlert take care of you
and then he had you sit on his face, urging you to figure out what you like by riding his face
he made you cum so hard like that
one hand traveled up, squeezing your breast under your shirt while the other snuck down beneath his boxers and began palming himself
you bucked your hips over him, grinding your clit against his wet and eager tongue
he lapped your pussy up, moaning into your flesh while he devoured you, ruining you for anyone else who dared tried their luck with you after this
when you had enough, he let you sink back into bed as he held you close, wrapping his arms around your trembling body
he pressed his hips flush against your ass, his lips trailing over your shoulder
“do you wanna learn one more thing, sweetheart?”
jean (๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑)
you love jean!
he’s your dad’s best friend, and basically your’s too, you always say
he’s so sweet on you, spoiling you rotten despite your parents protesting
he’s always got your back, no matter what
jean isn’t stupid, he knows you’ve got a little crush on him
he thinks it’s real cute, the way you hide behind your occasional teasing and ribbing
but overall, you’re very obedient towards him, and deep down he knows your eagerness to obey stems from this little infatuation you’ve got with him
at first his natural response was hell no, you were only 18 when he first caught on
of course he always thought you were beautiful but you’ve always just been a baby compared to him
not to mention you’re his best buddy from highschool’s kid, naturally you’d be off limits even if you were in your forties
but goddamn you really started filling out more in your 20s
you got a little bolder too
you often took advantage of your height difference with jean, always managing to wear something low cut and revealing when you knew he’d be around, well aware that he’d be granted a perfect view of your perfect tits
and then one night at an ungodly hour, you called jean
“mr. kirstein?” you sniffled and his back went straight in his office chair, his hand squeezing his phone with angst
he responded with your name, his voice riddled with worry
“i’m so sorry but can you pick me up? i’m a party and i don’t… i don’t really wanna be here anymore…”
“send me the address i’m on my way.”
jean probably ran almost every red light that there was to get to you
once he picked you up it was a battle of self control to not stare at you in his passenger seat
the way your stupidly tiny and tight dress bunched around your thick thighs, and how you tried to shyly tug it back down but to no avail
“wanna tell me what happened.” he spoke, glancing over at you
“it’s embarrassing…” you trailed off quietly, picking at your cuticles as your hands rested in your lap
“try me.”
you stayed silent for a long passing beat, staring at your lap for what felt like forever, like you were weighing your options before you sighed, deciding to say fuck it and just be honest
“i… i was playing beer pong. the loser had to do whatever the winner wanted them to do. i lost. and the guy i lost to told me to meet him upstairs..”
“uh huh.” he was gripping the steering wheel hard, pretending it was the throat of whatever idiot you were playing against, his teeth nearly cracking from how hard he was clenching his jaw
“long story short, we started making out and doing stuff… i couldn’t really get into it y’know? so i started to imagine someone else and…um… i-i said your name.”
the car nearly jerked to a stop, his body frozen with a thin layer of cold sweat infecting every inch of his skin at your revelation
“can you say something?” you mumbled, burning humiliation swallowing you whole amidst the heavy silence
“so let me just uh…get this straight, are you saying that in order to get turned on you had to imagine me?”
“…yes.”
he exhaled, clenching his jaw as he immediately went to pull over, unbuckling himself from the seat belt and turning to face you head on
“i need you to tell me right fucking now that you don’t want me. tell me i’m too old for you and you’re disgusted at the thought of me touching you.”
you gaped at him, slowly shaking your head once his words fully resonated in your head
“i can’t.”
“please…” he begged, needing you to reject him before he did something he couldn’t undo
“mr. kirstein,” you unbuckled yourself, leaning across the center console, your hand shakily landing on his knee
“please kiss me.”
and he did.
he grabbed you by your jaw and kissed you hard, groaning in your mouth as his free hand traveled down the nape of your neck, down the curve of your back and around the fat of your ass, gripping it hard
he pulled you into his lap, moaning in your mouth when you settled comfortably on top of him.
he extended his seat backwards, giving you more room as he guided your grinding hips, letting you rut against his fat bulge straining his slacks
his hands fell to your thighs, squeezing you and letting himself fully indulge in you
his fingers soon found your cunt, rubbing you over your panties
you were so fucking wet just from a little kissing
you took his hand and guided it beneath your panties, whimpering against his lips, pleading with him to touch you
he tilted his chin down, staring at his hand tenting into your panties, the sound of your wet cunt clicking from how fucking soaked you were filling his ears
he sunk his fingers into you, groaning when you bucked your hips against them, rocking over his long digits
when you couldn’t take it anymore, and when he couldn’t take it anymore, you found yourself in his backseat, bouncing stupidly on his fat cock, pretty breasts getting bruises sucked into them by his warm mouth
“f-fuck, my sweet girl, my sweet sweet girl,” he groaned mindlessly into your chest, kissing you over your heart
“pussy is so fuckin’ perfect, jus’ listen,”
and he curled his palm over your mouth, silencing your loud moans to make you hear your own cunt getting fucked raw
“gonna cum in you, gonna make you crawl into your cute lil’ bed tonight full of my cum baby — now beg me for it.”
reiner ₍ᐢ › ̫ ‹ ᐢ₎
mr. braun is your best friend’s dad
but he insists on you just calling him reiner, he’s a cool dad after all
he’s a divorcee, or well, about to be
his bitch of an ex wife must be clinically insane to have cheated on a fine specimen like him
you would’ve never done that to him
you swear you’d be so good to him, and sometimes you wonder if he thinks the same
he can’t, he shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t, you’re his daughter’s best friend
he could easily be your father
but he’s not, and you try really hard to remind him of that but he can’t seem to catch a hint
that oblivious old man.
he thinks you’re such a good girl, completely unsuspecting of the desires you harbor for him
you’re so sweet, you come by to check up on an old man like him even when your friend isn’t home
what 20 something year old does something so kind!
(the one that wants her bff’s dad to fuck her stupid)
you were taking a culinary course at your university, and reiner had been reaping the benefits of it
you made it a habit to come by and drop off your latest confectionaries, nearly pavlov’ing reiner into getting hungry whenever you’re around
much to your fortune heh
and then on one sunny afternoon, you swung by, pretty sundress hugging your body, little kitten heels adorning your pedicured feet, with a strawberry cake frosted with chocolate whipped buttercream in hand
reiner nearly dropped to his knees at the sight, wondering how on earth he got so lucky
you sat on the kitchen island, legs dangling casually while he stood beside you, cutting a slice for himself onto a plate, moaning with delight at the taste
“goddamn, honey you’ve got a real knack for this y’know that?”
“you flatter me, mr. braun,”
“mm-no,” he shook his head, chewing down his bite, “call me reiner, mr. braun makes me feel old.”
you smiled, shrugging while leaning forward, gently swiping away the frosting in the corner of his lips
“who said being a little older was such a bad thing?”
his breathing stuttered in his throat along with his heart in his chest, his eyes widening as he laughed nervously
he stepped back, turning away so you couldn’t see the way he got incredibly flushed at that, reaching into his fridge to grab a water
“you’re too sweet, honey.”
when he turned back around, you were staring at him in a way that would make better men than him weak.
despite better judgment, he still walked back towards you
“reiner,” you said softly, alluringly, with a slight tilt of your head
you leaned upwards, attempting to latch your lips to his
he almost met you with his own, groaning begrudgingly before pulling away, shaking his head
you frowned, nearly pouting as you hopped off the counter, cornering him against the fridge
“don’t you think im pretty?” you asked quietly, eyebrows drawn with an insecure concern
he softened, his hands coming up to gently squeeze your arms, nodding in earnest
“oh of course i do, but it isn’t about that i just—“
“then why won’t you kiss me?”
oh fuck it
his ex wife had made him feel so unattractive and undesirable, despite the fact that he frequently attended the gym and made efforts in maintaining his physique
but you? you made him feel recognized in all his efforts, even the ones beyond his physicality
so maybe indulging in his daughter’s best friend was something he could treat himself to, just this once
he hauled you up in his big strong arms, hoisting you back onto the counter, standing between your thighs
he kissed you hard, and you moaned desperately, hooking your fingers in his belt loops and pulling him in closer to you
he pushed you back onto the counter, acting with reckless abandon, tugging the sweetheart neckline of your dress, reaching over and swiping the frosting from off the cake you brought and smearing it across your tits
he bent down and mouthed all over your chest, making a complete sweet mess of you
you tugged at his hair while he licked you up, whimpering as you felt him rock his hips against you
he was so impatient, he couldn’t hold back from hiking your dress up and pushing your panties to the side
he fished himself from out his trousers and boxers, slapping his fat cock over your tummy
you gasped at the sight, your mouth going dry as you realized taking him might be a bigger feat than you expected
“look at what you do to me, honey..” he groaned, grabbing himself by the base of his cock, dragging himself up and down your pussy, collecting your arousal over his fat tip
he swirled over your clit a few times, swallowing hard at the way you whimpered his name every time he did it
he caught you off guard and pushed in, shivering at your tightness
he slid in so easily, you were so fucking soaked
he fucked you with everything he had, releasing all the pent up desire he’d been keeping to himself, into you
he buried his face in your chest, licking and nipping and sucking at your skin while he pounded away into you
you trapped him inside you, locking your legs around his hips while he held you firmly, holding you tight so you didn’t fall off the counter from how hard he thrusted into you
“goddamn,” he grunted into your skin, kissing his way back up to your mouth
“feeling good honey?” he’d utter against your lips, feeling his heart race with satisfaction when you’d whimper and nod, dazed over his cock
poor reiner hasn’t gotten laid in he didn't even know how long, and ended up cumming earlier than he would’ve liked
he was so embarrassed, sliding out of your sopping cunt, apologizing repeatedly
you truly didn’t mind, even though you hadn’t cum yet, reassuring him gently that it was fine
but he couldn’t have that
he swiped a chunk of cake once more, lowering himself between your thighs and smearing the dessert over your leaking cunt, dripping from his cum
“lemme just clean you up, honey.”
connie ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡
mr. springer — or connie, is your dad’s business associate
your dad wanted to keep a close eye on you right out of college, wanting to make sure you didn’t stray off and lose yourself in a dead end job
so what better way to keep track of you and not let you embarrass him or your family name than by scoring you a job at his firm!
it’s so boring and draining sometimes you wonder if it really is sucking the life out of you
but then you met connie
he was such a nice rift in the mundanity at your job
he’d hang around your desk, bring you coffee and sneak you snacks from the exec’s rec room, knowing that theirs was far better than what the sad little break room that the lower entry workers had
he always tried to convince your dad to lighten up on you, and despite his efforts usually ending in vain, it still meant a lot to you knowing you had someone in your corner
he’d even take you home after work sometimes, or pick you up, iced coffee in tow of course to make the morning more tolerable
he was the best!
especially when you had to attend the god awful company christmas party
a bunch of old boring farts discussing their boring lives at a boring party no one wanted to be at
you were getting your head chattered off by a random old man who worked below your father, rambling on about things that you couldn’t care less to hear about
and as always, connie swooped in and saved you, politely tugging you along under the polite guise of “sorry, her dad’s lookin’ for her.”
he tucked you away into the safety of his spacious office, pressing the button under his desk to draw the curtains across his glass doors.
“you’re a life saver.”
“nah. i just don’t like seeing you suffer.”
you weren’t sure if it was the couple of drinks you managed to sneak from the open bar or if it was the way he was looking at you that made you so bold, but you sat at the corner of his desk beside him, peering down at him in his chair
“why’re you so nice to me connie?”
“does there have to be a reason?” he asked, resting his chin against his knuckles
you shrugged, shaking your head. “no. but… i’d like there to be.”
“you’d like there to be?” he repeated slowly, letting the weight of your words ring in the air, trying to give you an opportunity to wave off the thickness in the air and blame the couple of drinks in your system for the way you ‘mispoke’
“yeah.” you confirmed and goddamnit, you swatted away his offer and in return half of his restraint
he said your name warningly, but you slid off his desk and into his lap, straddling him
you rubbed your clothed clit over his dress pants, hiking your modest dress in a not so modest way, whimpering into his neck
he gripped your hips, unable to stop himself from rolling up to meet your ministrations
“you’re such a fucking tease,” he uttered in your ear, groaning lowly as he groped your ass, squeezing you hard
you giggled, kissing at his jawline
“i’d only be a tease if i wasn’t willing to give you more,” you murmured in his ear, tilting your face until your lips brushed against each other’s
he eliminated the space between you two and kissed you hard
you could taste the champagne on his tongue and grapes from the charcuterie board, moaning as you ground your hips against his, snaking your hand between your bodies to palm his cock over his pants
before you knew it, you were bent over his desk, his papers and office supplies scattered across the floor as he fucked you
his body hunched over yours, his thick cock filling your cunt so good as he pivoted in and out of you, your slickness starting to stain the crotch of his pants
“should make you my secretary, ‘could fuck you like this anytime i wanted,” he grunted in your ear, pulling a deep whimpery moan from the depths of your chest, burying his cock deeper into you for emphasis
you grinded your clit against the edge of his desk while he slammed his hips against your ass, staining the table with your arousal
“fu-fuck, you’re so deep,” you cried out, covering your mouth with your palm
he grabbed your arm and pinned it behind your back, using it as leverage to fuck into you harder
“nah i wanna fuckin’ hear you, go ahead, make some noise, make the party for everyone a little more interesting you slut.”
levi ૮₍ꐦ -᷅ ⤙ -᷄ ₎ა
professor ackerman…😵💫😵💫
captain hardass of the ss hardass.
he still does that shit that your elementary school teachers did where he makes everyone pick up one piece of trash in the class before they can leave
he’s extremely particular about the way his class functions, and isn’t afraid to straighten anyone out if he sees it fit
he honestly scared the shit out of you for like a solid three months
however you were actually one of his favorite students, but you’d never know that because his face hardly ever cracks out of the same stare he gives everyone and his voice rarely straying away from anything but monotone
but he saw how hard you tried, how you put effort into participating and asking questions
he saw lot of potential in you
and when he started to notice your work get turned in later and later and the overall decline in quality, he had you stay after class one day
he dropped your essay onto the desk before you, crossing his arms
“what’s going on?”
you couldn’t get yourself to divulge much, too embarrassed to tell him about your home life and how hard it was for you to stay on top of your schoolwork
“listen,” he exhaled, leaning down towards you, his index finger pressed to your paper
“i know you. i know you’re better than this. and i don’t just mean with your assignments. you’re bright, don’t let yourself fizzle out before you can even reach your peak.”
his words lit a spark back into your heart, worsening the embarrassing crush you already had on him
“thank you sir…”
“don’t thank me, i am somewhat responsible for the decline in your work as well. i obviously need to improve as your professor to help you succeed. it isn’t just on you or whatever outside outliers there may be. from now on we’ll have some one on one sessions after class.” he didn’t ask, he stated.
oh dear god.
you had no idea how you were going to focus studying one on one with him, you already had trouble focusing when you weren’t floundering under the weight and pressure from your parents and other classes, but now you’ll be alone with him??
“y-you really don’t have to—“
he said your name, stern like the sound of a ruler snapping
“if you want to pass this class i’d suggest you relinquish whatever humility and bashfulness you have and just accept the help.”
and so over the course of two months you stayed back after class whenever you had professor ackerman, and your grades began to improve because of it
you had expected him to cease your meetings but he kept speaking as if the routine were meant to be ongoing, never offering an end date to your sessions
he’d began bringing you tea as well, nodding towards it silently before going over the coursework
he was surprisingly patient, never once getting frustrated with you when you struggled to grasp a concept
he quite enjoyed having you to himself like this, which was dangerous, he knew that
he caught himself feeling a twinge of anticipation on the days when he knew he’d see you, and knew he should probably cease the unnecessary contact
your grades were already improving, you didn’t need the extra help
but what if you were to stray off course again?
he had to make sure you remained focused… yeah… that was the reason
but it seemed maybe you were beginning to lose that focus all over again
he caught you loitering outside his class before you were due to meet with him, talking to some fucking boy
you were giggling like an idiot at something he presumed wasn’t even funny to begin with
he said your name, his voice hitting you like a gong, your gaze and attention abandoning the guy you were talking to
his eyes flickered from you to inside his class, wordlessly motioning for you to enter
so you left the guy with a quiet “see you later…” trailing behind levi like a puppy with her tail between her legs.
he shut the door behind you and walked over to his desk with you behind him
“so i see you’re beginning to shift priorities.”
“n-no it’s not that sir, he’s in my other class we were just talking about our assignment,”
“didn’t know assignments could bring about such laughter.”
“i-i don’t think this is really fair..” you mumbled, a slight huff in your voice
his stare had hardened and he leaned forward, catching your eyes once more
“what isn’t fair is you absorbing all of my conference periods so that i can ensure you pass my course. i don’t have to offer extra assistance to you if you’re not going to make proper use of it.”
you felt too much like a scolded child, so you rose from your seat and began making your way to the door again
“fine. then don’t. thanks for your time, sir.”
he slammed the door shut as soon as you opened it, his big palm beside your head
you could feel the heat radiating off of him and scorching you through your clothes
when you turned around he stared at you, his eyes scanning every single part of you that there was, knowing he was possibly jeopardizing his career and standing at the university, his reputation, everything
but he couldn’t help himself, he pressed his lips to yours and kissed you, relief flooding him when you matched his intensity and kissed him back, wrapping your arms around him
you stumbled back over near his desk, and he pushed you up against his whiteboard, pulling you by your hips and pressing you against him, letting you feel how much he’s needed you
“you have infuriated me,” he kissed you hard, breathing against your lips when he barely pulls away
“everyday that i’ve seen you. you make everything so difficult,” he groaned, pushing his bulge up against your clothed cunt
“i’m sorry,” you breathed out tearfully, and he scoffed, kissing down your neck
“you should be.”
and uncharacteristically, without an ounce of the usual reserve he typically has, he freed himself from his dress pants and pulled your jeans down enough to allow him access to fuck you up against his whiteboard
“god,” he choked out when he slid into your soaking, tight warmth
“this stays between us, understand?” he grunted in your ear, silencing you with his palm over your mouth, sending a hard thrust deep inside you
you nodded, whimpering behind his hand as he took you
“i’ve thought about this so much,” he admitted shakily, panting in your neck, kissing along the exposed skin of your chest while he fucked you, his heavy cock stretching your cunt out
“you make me feel filthy,” he groaned against you, stilling and letting you feel his fat cockhead deep inside you
“it’s only fair i do the same to you.”
he sent you on your way to your next lecture with a fat load of his cum inside you <3
erwin ( •̀∀•́ )✧
mr. smith is the worlds best boss ever!
he even lets you call him erwin but only when you two are alone
you’re his personal assistant, and you’re well liked amongst your department but simultaneously envied
erwin is kinda soft on you, it’s hard to try and dispute that
none of his assistants lasted longer than 5 months but you? you’re steady on the track of being with him for a year !
yay you !!
initially he wasn’t quite sure what it was about you that drew him to you
maybe because you were just so… earnest?
so honest and sweet without it being fake or overbearing
he could tell you really wanted to make his life easier, and that what drove you was the fact that you made him out to be a better man in your mind than what he truly was
but that’s okay, he can lean into that for you
and after he managed to slowly but surely collect information on your personal life, he realized where your obedience came from
poor baby just wants an older man to be proud of her
oh and he is, you make him so proud every day!
you listen sooo well
like when he told you the new dress code was pencil skirts and black pantyhose, you didn’t question it, even when you noticed most of the women in the office didn’t seem to abide by it
but it’s okay you just figured you were still doing the right thing
or like when he has you come in and massage his shoulders and rub his temples for him between the intervals of his online meetings with foreign investors, you just figured it was another facet of the job!
or when he would sit you down, and rub your shoulders
and slowly sink to his knees and gently remove your heels, neatly setting them to the side before he’d rest your ankle against his meaty thigh and rub your feet for you
he’s just being a good boss and showing his appreciation to his assistant is all!
“you work so hard for me, dear i assure you, this is the least i could do.”
and when he rises back up to his full stature, standing beside you, not bothering to hide the way he was straining against his trousers, you didn’t mind, you just shyly looked away, offering him silent grace of pretending you didn’t notice it
but he wanted you to
he’d croon your name softly, dragging your gaze back up to him
and when he leaned in to kiss you, you accepted happily, leaning up in his chair to kiss him eagerly
he pulled you out of his chair and gently pushed you to your knees, cradling your jaw adoringly
“need you to do one more thing for me, dear.”
your hands were grappled around his hips, pretty eyes running with tears as you took his cock down your throat, moaning around his thick length
he was bigger than any of the guys you had been with previously, and he knew that without you saying a word
it filled him with deep pride knowing no one else had hit the back of your throat like he had, completely untouched except from him
his deep groans uttered into the thick air and wafted around you, urging you to keep up with making him feel good despite the stinging in your jaw and the uncomfortable prickles of pain in your knees
he thrusted shallowly into your mouth, shuddering a low breath as he watched you take him to the best of your abilities
his heart soared at the sight of you so beautifully impassioned to suck his cock and make him cum, like it was your sole purpose and duty
“you’re so lovely dear, even like this…so eager to please, expect a raise soon,”. he’d groan thickly, getting lost in a cloud of pleasure, trying his hardest to even his tone
you hummed around his cock, and he nearly fell forward, leaning deeper into you with one palm flat against his desk, the other behind your head
and when you came out of his office, stumbling and limping slightly with a hoarse throat, shyly wiping the corners of your mouth, no one really batted an eye
they just knew erwin was simply indulging in his sweet little assistant and that it wouldn’t be the last time
