enjin loves how bratty you are around everyone; but when you're alone he most certainly is going to teach you a lesson on attitude :3
it started on a mission. he asked a stupid question, so you retaliated with 'hmm, i dunno. can you not see the trash monster right in front of us?'. he gave you a look that was just a warning.
but you took it further.
every time he told you to do something without asking, you'd stand still and stare until he said please. you watched with a sadistic pleasure as he slowly got more and more pissed off.
and here you are now, seated in the jeep on the way back to headquarters. it's super silent, just awkward tension between you and him that everyone feels.
after he parks and you guys head out of the vehicle and inside, you linger behind everyone else and walk slowly. you won't lie, you're a little nervous right now. you can tell you might've actually upset him.
he stops walking until you're beside him, fists clenched.
"my room. now."
you swallow thickly, heat bracing against your skin as you follow next to him silently. he's pissed. like, the kind of angry you haven't seen before.
the moment you're in his room he slams the door shut behind you, pushing you against it and towering over you. you flush under his gaze, eyes meeting his and noticing the dirty look that stays put.
"think you can act like a little bitch all day and have no consequences?" his voice is devoid of that lazy and laid back tone, strict tone causing you to flinch.
you open your mouth to snap back out of habit, something sharp already on the tip of your tongue. but the look in his eyes stops you. “…i was joking,” you mutter, though the words sound weaker than you intended.
"joking?" enjin repeats, the word low and dangerous. he leans in until the tip of his nose brushes yours, his scent, tobacco and something metallic,completely surrounding you.
"didn't feel like a joke when you were makin' me look like a fool in front of them idiots."
he reaches up, his large hand splaying over your throat. he doesn't squeeze, just rests it there, the weight of his palm a reminder of how much bigger he is than you. "you liked that, didn't you? making me say 'please' just to get you to move your legs."
you frown, "it's not like that. i-"
he squeezes your throat, a hoarse noise passing your lips as you gasp for air. "don't act so innocent now. you knew what you were doing. clearly i've been too lenient on you, brat."
he spits into your open mouth, smirking down at you. "you need a lesson on manners."
the heat of his spit is shocking against your tongue, a sharp contrast to the cool air in the room. you choke on a gasp, the metallic tang of his presence filling your senses as he watches you swallow it down, his smirk widening.
"there," he rumbles, his thumb dragging across your bottom lip, smearing the moisture. "now you're quiet. finally."
he doesn't wait for a response. his hand moves from your throat to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back. you let out a whimper, your chest heaving as your back arches against the hard wood of the door.
"you want to be a brat? you want to make me beg?" he leans in, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear. "i think it’s time you’re the one doing the begging."
he shoves you toward the bed, and you stumble, your knees hitting the mattress. before you can even scramble away, he’s over you, his heavy weight pinning you down.
"on your fuckin' knees." he commands, that gravelly, strict tone returning. the one he uses during missions that always gets you hot and bothered. "if i hear a word out of that pretty mouth other than 'please', you'll regret it."
you immediately drop to your knees, looking up at him through your eyelashes. the floor is cold against your legs, but you're burning with desire. your hands shake with need.
enjin stands over you, reaching up to undo his belt with a slow, agonizing deliberation.
the metallic click of the buckle is the loudest thing in the room, making your stomach do a somersault. he lets the leather strip fall to the floor with a heavy thud before his hand goes to his fly.
"hands behind your back," he commands.
you hesitate for a split second, your habit of defiance flickering in your chest, but he gives you a look so sharp it practically pins you to the mattress. you quickly snap your wrists together, chest thrust forward as you look up at him, panting.
he watches you struggle with yourself for a second, that tiny flicker of a bratty comeback dying behind your eyes. a dark, satisfied hum vibrates in his chest.
"that's my good girl," he rumbles, the praise sounding more like a threat.
he fumbles with his pants, pulling his cock out. it's flushed, precum leaking from the head as he stares down at you.
"you were real chatty out there," enjin says, his hand finally reaching out to grab a handful of your hair, forcing your face closer to him. "but now, you're so quiet. always putting on a show."
you breathe hard against his cock, chest heaving from the way your heartrate accelerates. "please…" you whisper.
he tilts his head, a mean smirk forming. "please what? suck my fucking cock." he fists your hair forward, a moan passing your lips as he forces himself into your mouth.
he keeps his hand locked in your hair, his knuckles white as he guides your head in a slow, rhythmic pace that feels more like he’s reclaiming his territory than giving you a choice.
"look at me," he commands, his voice a low vibration you feel in your jaw.
you struggle to lift your gaze, your eyes blown out and hazy as you look up at him. you look like a mess. pinned on your knees, hands locked behind you, taking him like you were born for it.
"you were real proud of yourself today, weren't you?" he grunts, his hips giving a sharp, sudden thrust that makes you gag around him. "makin' me wait. makin' me say your favorite little word."
he pulls out just enough to let you breathe for a second, but his grip on your hair doesn't loosen. the cool air hits your wet lips, and you let out a pathetic, broken whine, your saliva dripping down your chin.
"i want to hear you say it again," he whispers, leaning down so his face is inches from yours. "tell me what you want, brat. and you better make it sound like you mean it."
your mouth is tingling, your heart slamming against your ribs. you hate how much you love this - the way he’s completely stripped away your attitude until there’s nothing left but this raw, aching need.
"please," you gasp out, your voice trembling. "please, enjin… i want you. so bad."
enjin lets out a low, dark chuckle at the sound of his name falling from your lips so pathetically. he likes this version of you: the one that’s been stripped of all that jagged armor, leaving nothing but a trembling, wet mess at his feet.
"you want me?" he repeats, his thumb dragging through the spit on your chin before he forces it back into your mouth, hooking your lower lip. "after all that talk? lucky i don't walk out of here right now with how bitchy you were today."
you shake your head, hair rustling against his thighs as you lean into his touch. the defiance is gone, replaced by a hollow ache in your gut that only he can fill.
he doesn't make you wait much longer. he lets go of your hair, only to grab your waist and hoist you up onto the bed, flipping you onto your stomach.
you bury your face into the mattress, deep breaths sucking through your nose. "stay like that," he orders, his weight sinking onto the bed behind you.
he rips your clothes down, exposing your sloppy pussy and ass to the cool air. you flinch at the feeling, his hand coming down and slapping your ass hard. "that's my girl."
you hear the rustle of his clothes, and then you feel the heavy, hot length of him pressing against your entrance. he’s thick, blunt, and completely unforgiving as he nudges against your soaking folds.
"since you liked making me wait all day," he whispers, his chest pressing into your back as he leans over you, "i think i’m gonna take my sweet time. and if you make a sound that isn't a 'please'... we start all over."
he just barely slides in - the tip of his fat cock spearing into you - stretching you wide until you let out a muffled shriek into the pillow.
he stops, waiting for you to settle, before he sinks the rest of the way in with one long, agonizingly deep thrust. he feels so good stretching your little pussy out like this; his cock hits all the right places.
you try to wiggle your hips, desperate for the friction, but his large hand comes down hard on your ass, the sharp crack of the slap echoing in the room.
"did I tell you to move?" he grunts.
"p-please," you sob into the bedding, your body shaking. "enjin, please... fuck me. please."
"there it is," he rumbles, a satisfied, predatory growl. "good girl."
he finally starts to move, his pace heavy and rhythmic, slamming into you with a force that has the bed frame groaning. every time he bottoms out, his hips grind against yours.
his balls slap into you with each thrust, moans passing your lips as the steady clap of his thrusts echoes out against the walls. the feeling of his balls hitting your clit is just the right amount of stimulation that has you crying out.
"fuck, you close baby?" he asks, his hands gripping your hips hard with each small spasm as your hips stutter.
he can feel the way your pussy's starting to flutter around him, the high-pitched, broken sounds you’re making into the mattress telling him exactly how close you are to cumming.
"look at you," he rasps, leaning down until his sweay chest is crushing your back. "beggin' for it now. not so loud now that you've got a mouth full of me, huh?"
he reaches around, his large hand sliding under your stomach to find that sensitive, swollen nub. he doesn't touch it gently; he grinds his thumb against your clit with a heavy, rhythmic pressure that matches the strike of his hips.
the dual friction is too much. your vision starts to blur, white sparks dancing behind your eyelids as the orgasm begins to claw its way up your thighs.
"i'm - enjin, i'm gonna-!"
"what did i say about the noise, brat?" he grunts, but he doesn't stop.
you scream into the pillow, your body locking up as the orgasm rips through you, your pussy clamping down on him in tight, desperate pulses. you’re sobbing now, the overstimulation turning your muscles to water as you try to crawl away from the sensation.
but he isn't done.
he hooks his fingers into your hips and drags you back, forcing you to take every agonizing inch of him while you’re still sensitive and pulsing. he grinds his teeth, his own restraint finally shattering at the feeling of you squeezing him so hard.
"fuck... you're so... tight..." he groans, his pace turning frantic, his cock hitting your cervix until you’re seeing stars.
he lets out a low, guttural roar as he finally cums, his body jerking against yours as he fills you up with every hot spurt of his release. he stays buried inside you, his weight pinning you to the mattress as he breathes heavily into the crook of your neck.
the silence that follows is thick with the scent of sex and tobacco. enjin finally rolls off, though he keeps a possessive arm draped over your waist, pulling you back against his chest.
he’s quiet for a long time, his fingers tracing the red marks his hands left on your hips.
"next time i tell you to move on a mission," he mumbles, his voice returning to that lazy, gravelly drawl, "you gonna stare at me and act like a bitch? or you gonna remember how this feels?"
you shift, your body aching in a way that makes you feel cherished and thoroughly used. you tuck your head under his chin, your voice a mere whisper.
"i'll remember."
"good," he grunts, his grip tightening as he pulls the covers over both of you. "now go to sleep, brat. we got work tomorrow."
sry i'm probably not using dilf in the context yall may be expecting lmao, only toji has a kid in this fic
warnings: mdni - explicit smut, age gap, creampie, rough sex, bondage, choking, spit, sunscreen, fingering, oral, dubcon, size diff, voyeurism, overstimulation, thigh riding, weed use, uhhh yeahh this is filthyyyyy
toji:
you have fresh baked cookies piled up on a tray, just barely cooled down enough to not fall apart as you head out your front door. you can hear a nickelback song playing out beyond the yard, peering over to the neighbor's house.
your eyes nearly bulge out of your head at the sight, a toddler playing in the grass with some sticks and the hottest man you've ever laid your eyes on using the bottom of his shirt to wipe a sheen of sweat off his forehead.
his abs are on full view, your eyebrows raising as you just stand there awkwardly. you shake your head to get back into your own world, walking over with a nervous smile.
you can smell freshly cut grass and the stink of oil, the sound of metal clinking as he fiddles with a tool.
he's covered in grease, an old beat up 1960's corvette propped up on a jack with the hood open. he sees you out of the corner of his eye, looking at you with a smirk tugging at his lips.
"uh, hi! i'm your new neighbor, i just wanted to bring some cookies over and introduce myself." you say in a kind voice, watching the way the toddler looks over at you and runs over.
"oooo can i have one? please daddy?" the boy asks, and the man sighs and wipes his greasy hands on his jeans. he stands up, literally towering over you.
you flush at how big he is, trying to look anywhere else that's not his bulging biceps. he takes the tray out of your hands, "thanks, sweetheart. here megumi, only one for now."
he hands the cookie to the little boy and he eats it in a rush, eyes lighting up. "wow, this is so yummy!" he beams, walking over to you and staring up at you.
"can you be my new mommy?"
you cough back a laugh, a smile forming on your face at the cute boy.
he wipes his hands on his jeans, towering over you, and says with a small grin, “sorry about him. i’m toji. nice to meet you.”
before you know it, you’re finding excuses to go over and chat with your older neighbor. every glance lingers a second too long, every handoff of cookies charged with unspoken electricity.
then, one weekend evening, after his son’s been sent away, he asks you to come over for dinner.
you're anxious, dressed in a cute little sundress that you pick at while you breathe in deeply. you knock at the door and hear his footsteps approach, the door cracking open and his dark eyes looking you up and down.
you can smell food cooking in the kitchen, soft glow of lights coating the house. he's got a lopsided grin on his face as he widens the door to let you walk through.
"thanks for inviting me over." you say, turning around to catch a glimpse of him staring at your ass.
he nods slowly, looking up to your eyes without a beat. "of course. gotta do somethin' nice for my sweet neighbor."
there's a certain tone he uses when he talks to you in private, one that sends heavy heat between your thighs. you can't help the way you nibble on your bottom lip, quickly looking in the direction of the kitchen.
"what'd you make?"
he comes closer to you, hand brushing against your lower back. you swallow hard, looking back and up to meet his eyes. you can tell he doesn't care about dinner anymore.
his blackened hands settle on your hips, "ya know, i don't think either of us care about dinner as much as we're pretendin' to."
your breath hitches, and you stop pretending like he's wrong. you lean up on your tip toes, lips crashing against his. he reacts immediately to the touch, kissing you back hungrily.
his fingers dig into the fat on your hips, sliding down until he's cupping your ass and pulling you flush into his large frame.
you gasp into the kiss, clash of teeth and tongue that turns into something heavier by the second. your arms are wrapped loosely around his neck, fingers tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck.
his tongue massages into yours, tasting of whiskey and something minty. you can smell that oil and aftershave on him, an addicting combination.
you don't want to stop.
he pulls back for a moment, hands leaving your ass to pull you in the direction of the kitchen. he lifts you up and places you onto that counter across from the stove, dress lifting up in the process.
his eyes fall to that wet patch coating your cotton panties and he smirks, dirty thumb brushing against it and pressing in. "such a needy little thing, aren't you?"
you whine at the touch, hips twitching against his touch as he starts rubbing you through the fabric until it's soaked through completely.
your clit is screaming for attention, grinding into his touch to feel even a little friction. but his other hand holds you still, grip rough and clearly warning you to chill.
eventually he slides your panties aside, licking his lips as he stares at your glistening pussy. "fuck, a pretty pussy too? poor thing's beggin' to be touched." he smirks.
he tugs at his jeans, the slide of leather through belt loops as he drops his belt onto the floor. once he pulls his cock out, you look down at it with wide eyes.
it's fucking massive - how's that supposed to fit?
"ya like it?" he asks, and you nod sheepishly. "good, 'cause this isn't the only time i'm fuckin' you."
and with that he guides the tip in, your eyes rolling back and head slamming into the cabinets behind you. each thick inch of him causes your breath to stutter.
once he bottoms out, he's groaning in your ear. "fuckkkkk, it's takin' everythin' in me to not be rough with you."
"t-then do it." you stutter out in a whisper, chest heaving as you feel his hands on your hips squeeze harshly.
"don't know what you're askin' for." he mutters, but starts a brutal pace.
he slides you closer to the edge of the counter, gripping you hard as loud slaps start bellowing out. you can hear the desperate sizzle of the pan across from you, but the way he's fucking you drowns that all out.
you're crying out with each brutal push of his cock in you, the tip brushing into a spot that has you seeing stars. your hands are gripping his shoulders, fingernails digging into the fabric.
his hands slide down to your thighs, gripping onto them as he pulls your legs up until they're up at his shoulders now, feet hanging so he can drive even deeper.
the counter creaks under the weight of his aggression, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the kitchen alongside the frantic, rhythmic pop of the grease on the stove.
those dirty fingers reach for your clit, rubbing harsh tight circles into the sensitive nub until you're screaming out as you cum hard.
every wave of your orgasm causes your pussy to clamp around him, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as his hips stutter at the feeling. you can tell he's getting closer.
"such a dirty fuckin' girl. knew you were gonna be trouble the moment i saw you." he rasps out, cock still hitting that sweet spot with every brutal thrust.
he increases the speed, his movements becoming a blur of friction and force. your head thumps rhythmically against the cabinet, the world narrowing down to the feeling of him filling you more than you knew possible.
the smell of burnt pasta and meat fills the air, a smell that has your nose crinkle in disgust behind those moans. but he doesn't care, he just continues fucking into you.
once he finishes, he's groaning out and stilling while fully sheathed in you. you can feel the heat of his cum, each spurt a delicious warmth that coats your pussy.
after he's done, he pulls out of you and pulls your panties back over your beat up pussy. he tucks himself back in his pants and buckles his belt back up, looking at you as if none of that happened.
he glances behind his shoulder, at the burnt food, and gives you a devious smirk. "well, food's burnt. guess we gotta go pick somethin' up. my treat."
he takes you to a diner in that corvette, loud engine whirring and cum pooling in your panties. you wouldn't have wanted your night to go any other way than this.
nanami:
it's late afternoon when you finally finish baking the cookies you wanted to bring to your neighbor's house, nerves bundling up in your tummy.
you check the window to make sure their vehicle is home, sighing in relief when you see a car. you head out the door and down the sidewalk, tray of cookies in hand.
the grass in their yard is perfectly trimmed, a vibrant shade of green compared to the rest of the houses around. there's a few small flowering shrubs too.
you inhale deeply and knock at the door, hearing footsteps come up to the door. a handsome man answers the door and your throat goes dry, eyes looking the suit-clad man up and down in surprise.
he's fine as hell!
his tired eyes widen a bit as he takes you in, before he focuses on the tray of cookies you're holding with a small smile. "hi! i just moved in next door and wanted to bring some cookies over and introduce myself."
once you properly introduce yourself to him, he's whisking the tray from your hands, fingers brushing against yours for a moment. your face heats up as he pushes the door open a bit wider.
"i'm kento nanami. why don't you come in for some tea? i just made some." he offers.
you walk through the door and follow him through the beautiful house. everything's so neatly placed, but still cozy in the best ways. he leads you over to a table tucked in the dining room, setting the tray down.
"please, sit."
you do. you take a seat at one of the chairs, eyes wandering at the paintings framed around the room. then, you look back to him.
he takes his coat off, and your mouth goes dry as you watch him remove his tie. you aren't sure how he manages to make such simple actions look so sexy, but you're quickly looking away when his eyes catch your stare.
your neighbor offers for you to come by once a week after that for tea, every visit becoming more comfortable than the last. you share laughter across the table, talking long after the cups are empty, becoming something closer to friends than just neighbors.
your attraction to him only grows the more you learn about him. he works late, often coming home tired from long hours, but beneath that workaholic routine he’s surprisingly warm and easy to talk to.
and this time, when he asks you to come over, you can tell something’s different. the way he looked at you the week before said it all - a lingering gaze that stayed on you just a little too long.
you could see that pent up tension in his eyes, because it'd been hiding beneath yours too.
when he opens the door tonight, he isn’t wearing his usual suit jacket. his sleeves are rolled up, tie loosened, and his eyes settle on you with a focus that makes your pulse jump.
he doesn't greet you like he usually does, he just simply pushes the door open until you've walked through before he's shutting it and locking it behind you.
you tilt your head as you look at him, "long day?"
he lets out a heavy sigh, back turned to you as he rests his forehead against the door. "very."
you frown at the sound of his voice, a twinge of empathy rising. he always seems so overworked, tense. you wish there was something you could do to help him.
he walks over to you, tall frame blocking your view. his heavy hands grip onto your shoulders and you gasp, looking up at him.
he gives you no time to think or even speak, just crashing his lips onto yours in a clash of teeth and tongue. you moan into the kiss, feeling his hands slide from your shoulders down to your waist.
he tastes like espresso and cinnamon and smells of fresh linens, a combo that has your head spinning. your arms wrap around his neck loosely, standing on your tip toes to reach him better.
his lips leave yours for just a moment, his hands reaching for his neck and tugging his tie off. his dark eyes bore into yours as he grabs your wrists, turning your body around and knotting the fabric behind your back.
you tug at the fabric, swallowing thickly. he grips your hands and pulls you in the direction of the table you always sit at, pushing you into the wall of the room.
you look up at him, face hot with embarrassment. his fingers brush against your bottom lip, "i've been holding myself back for so long around you."
he kisses you again, rougher than the first time. his lips move against yours with perfect precision, tongue swiping against your own until you're liquid in his hands.
you're absolutely soaked by now, just the taste and smell of him alone being more than enough to get you going. your fingers dig into the fabric of the tie that's looped around your wrists as you whine out.
his fingers tangle into your hair, tugging your head back as your lips leave his. you mewl out when his lips immediately start terrorizing the sensitive skin of your neck, biting down on the skin and sucking into it as he moves lower.
you're shaking against him, body vibrating with an intense need. he leaves a slew of new marks along your neck and collarbones before he's kissing you again.
his grip on your hair stays the same, the free hand gripping onto your throat and pushing into your windpipe just the slightest amount. enough to have you moan out into his mouth, toes curling.
not long into the making out, you feel him press into you. his bulge is massive, digging into your skin feverishly as his tongue massages into yours. every intense breath through your noses cause his glasses to fog up more and more.
eventually he's forcing you to bend over the table, hands working the fabric of your shorts and panties down without any hesitation. you gasp at the quickness of it, nerves bubbling up.
"fuck… i wish i did this sooner." he breathes, a cut of a growl passing his lips as his fingers swipe between your dripping folds.
a fingertip digs into your clit and you whine out, hips stuttering against his touch. he stops, and you hear the clink of metal as he takes his belt off. it falls to the floor, and the sound of a zipper rings out.
you're so nervous, but you don't want him to stop. every touch, every breath, every noise that he makes. it has your pussy drooling out pathetically, slick gathering up and dripping down your thighs.
you feel the fat head of his cock bellow in, swiping up and down and stabbing into your clit. your fingers dig into the tie at the feeling, gasping when he pushes in.
your eyes roll into the back of your head with each inch. his hands grip onto yours through the tie, tugging the fabric until you're arched into him.
that causes all of him to fill you at once, a burning pleasure that rips through your whole body. your mouth falls open, eyes clamped shut.
you're pressed into the cool wood of the table, and as he slowly drags his cock out and slams back in, you hear the rhythmic clink of the glassware echo out in the dining room.
one hand directs your tied wrists, holding them tightly to bounce your ass off of him. the other's gripping your hip, nails digging into your skin with each brutal push of his cock.
you cry out with each heavy thrust that steals your breath away, chest heaving into the table. he's grunting with each movement, forearms flexing as he pulls you closer.
"spent my whole fucking day imagining this. having you bent over my table like this. doesn't an old man like me disgust you?"
you shake your head, "n-no! i-i've always - fuck-" you cry out, "i've always wanted this. since the day we met."
his grip on you becomes tighter, thrusts rougher as the slaps start to bellow out louder than before.
you can feel the tip hitting something inside of you that has you reeling, so close to cumming already. each tap tap tap of it lifting you higher, higher, until your pussy starts clamping around him with a scream.
he growls out at it, hips stuttering against your ass for a split second before its brutal pace picks back up. "fuck, you're squeezing me so tight." he hisses through his teeth.
his hand lets go of your wrists and reaches for your hair instead, fisting it and tugging hard. the pain is a delicious spread through your body, each heavy tug twinging all the way to your clit.
you feel the hardest tug when he stills, hot spurts of cum filling your pussy up as he groans out. you're shaking against him, legs numb and thighs burning.
after you take some time to catch your breaths, he eventually pulls out and unties your hands. they burn from the friction of his tie, but he's quick to take you to his bathroom and wash you down in the shower.
he cleans your red wrists, spending each moment to make sure that you're okay and cleaning your sweaty body. by the end of the evening, you're snuggled up to him on his couch watching a movie.
sukuna:
you heard some gossip about your neighbor from the old ladies in town while shopping. they'd warned you about the 'devil' next door, and how even if he's a handsome man he's no good.
they said he was a dirty, no good pervert. a man who'd just love having a pretty little thing like you nextdoor.
but you still decided to bake the cookies, thinking that they're probably just being dramatic.
but as you get closer to his house, the smell of weed cutting through the windows covered in heavy curtains with heavy metal blaring, you're starting to believe them a bit.
you knock on the door a few times, hearing an annoyed groan come from inside. you hear muttering up until the moment a lock, comes undone, door swinging open.
"i can smoke my fuckin' weed. it's legal- oh, hello there." smoke puffs from his nose as a smirk tugs at his lips.
they were right about him being attractive, but you think they underexaggerated that part. he's disgustingly hot. like, model or hot lead singer for a band hot.
he looks at the small tray of cookies in your hands and plucks one off the tray, taking a large bite out of it before he's groaning dramatically. "fuckin' good. thanks."
he takes a hit off of a dab pen, blowing the smoke right in your face. you just smile at him a bit awkwardly, but the steady ache that tightens in your tummy confirms that this man's exactly the trouble you want around.
every day from that day creates a new game that you aren't a willing participant of. suddenly, your nextdoor neighbor has no curtains on his windows. sometimes when you're in the living room, you hear noises coming from his house.
one day, you physically saw him jerking his own dick off right in front of the glass.
you pretended not to notice it - the dark, thick, long mass that swelled between his legs - but your fingers weren't enough to get it off your mind that night.
one day you finally gain the courage to do your own play, grabbing one of your tiniest black bikinis and tugging it on. you slap one of those tanning chairs down in the yard on a day where the sun's beating down, slathering your body with sunblock.
you hear the sound of his back door snap shut, footsteps that crunch into the rotted leaves covering his yard. he doesn't care that you can hear him. and you don't care that he's looking.
you play some random music on a small speaker, sipping at your glass of lemonade you tucked off in the shade before bending over to adjust the chair a bit.
and yes, you did indeed bend over like that facing the gap in the fence he's shamelessly staring at.
you hum along to the music, pretending like you don't notice him as you lie down on the chair. you close your eyes, pressing your tits together as the sun beats down on you.
you can hear him breathing every so often, or the groan of wood as he leans into it. and soon, you're just bored.
"so… are you gonna come over instead of staring at me like a fucking creep? think i missed a spot with the sunscreen, wanna come help me get it?"
the wood groans and you hear a thud, then heavy footsteps that tread up to you. you peel your eyes open, smirking up at the older man. he's shirtless, revealing all of those delicious tattoos you'd caught a glimpse of before.
he crosses his arms, eyes narrowed. "about time you said something. thought you were just a boring little brat."
he's quick to reach for that bottle of sunscreen, the plastic creaking under his grip. he looms over the tanning chair, blocking out the sun so you're suddenly shivering in his shadow.
"a spot you missed, huh?" his voice is a low, gravelly scrape.
you smirk and nod up at him, licking your lips as you look his body up and down. "a few spots, actually. guess i just needed someone to come help me." you say in an innocent tone.
he kicks your legs apart with the toe of his boot, forcing you open right there in the blinding daylight. he flips the cap of the bottle with his thumb - the click loud enough to echo out in the yard - and he doesn't rub it into his hands first.
he aims the bottle right at the center of your bikini bottoms. you gasp as the cold, thick white cream hits the fabric, soaking through immediately to the sensitive skin of your clit.
"look at that," he sneers, his thumb coming down to smear the lotion through the fabric, pressing hard against the nub that’s already throbbing for him. "soaked already. you must’ve been burning up over here watching me, you little pervert."
"sukuna-" you whimper, but he cuts you off aggressively.
"shut up and fucking take it."
he rubs harsh circles into your clit, your breath picking up with each brush. he rubs the white cream until it's translucent, until you're holding in each whimper with all of your energy.
he tugs the string on one side of your hips, then the other. he tugs the fabric of your bottoms down, smirking down at your soaked pussy glistening. "you're a nasty little bitch, aren't you?"
he slaps your clit, sudden stinging pain. you whine out, eyes rolling back. two fingers roughly press into you, roughly thrusting in and out of you. wet squelches start echoing in your backyard, his thumb rough as it beats on your clit.
you can already feel a heavy pressure building up, the steady pulse in your clit that spreads sparks through your entire body. each heavy thrust of his thick fingers is just too good-
and that's when you cum hard. your eyes clamp shut, wave after wave of pure ecstasy flowing through you. "fucking nasty. you squirted."
he works you through it, slapping your clit again when he pulls his fingers out.
you're positive that you've died and gone to heaven. he made you squirt, something you didn't even know you could do.
he scoffs at the mess you’ve made on the tanning chair, a dark, dangerous chuckle vibrating in his chest. "look at this. you're practically begging for the whole neighborhood to see what a mess you are."
he doesn't give you a chance to recover. he grabs your wrists and hauls you up, dragging you toward the wooden fence. he spins you around, slamming your chest against the rough grain of the wood.
you gasp as the sun-warmed splinters press into your skin, but the heat of his body behind you is a thousand times more intense.
"you like being watched, don't you?" he growls into your ear. "i saw you through the glass the other night. fingers deep in yourself while you stared at me. tell me, princess... who were you thinking about?"
he doesn't wait for an answer. he’s already unzipping his fly, the heavy metal clinking of his belt echoing in the quiet afternoon. he hooks a leg around yours, forcing you even wider against the fence.
you feel that hot blunt tip pressing into you, a gasp passing your lips as he starts inching his way into your pussy.
the rough wood of the fence digs into your palms as he hitches your hips higher, his breath hot and smelling of that bitter weed and expensive cologne against the shell of your ear.
his hands grip your hips, bruising and rough, as he starts fucking into you hard. skin slaps against skin loudly, breaking the serene sound of cicadas and birds off in the trees.
the fat tip of his cock hits that same spot in you that his fingers were beating into, each brutal thrust slapping into it until you're actually screaming.
"such a nasty little girl, keep letting those noises out. tell everyone who's fucking you this good." his voice is a growl in your ear, soaked with pure smugness.
"it's you!" you whine, eyes rolling into the back of your head. you're drooling from the pleasure, and your clit is screaming for him again already.
"say my name," he commands, his voice dropping into a register that vibrates through your entire spine. he reaches around, fisting your hair and pulling your head back so your throat is exposed to the harsh afternoon sun.
"i want the old ladies next door to hear exactly who’s making you scream like a gutter bitch."
"sukuna - ah! - sukuna, please!" you sob out, your toes barely touching the grass as he hitches you higher, his cock bottoming out with a force that makes your vision go white.
he laughs, a dark, jagged sound. "please what? please stop? or please let the neighbors see me flip you around and show 'em exactly how much of a mess you’ve made of my fence?"
he shifts his grip, one hand staying on your hip to keep the brutal pace while the other reaches down. he finds that engorged, overstimulated clit - still sensitive from the slapping - and starts grinding his thumb into it with zero mercy.
the combination of the friction, the sun beating down on your bare back, and the thick, unrelenting stretch of him filling you is too much. you’re not just cumming; you’re losing your mind.
your legs give out, and the only thing keeping you upright is his crushing grip and the fact that he’s physically pinned you to the property line.
"that's it," he growls, feeling your internal walls start to pulse and seize around him. "take every fucking drop of it. i’m gonna make sure you smell like me for the rest of the week."
he lets out a final, guttural roar as he slams into you one last time, his body locking up as his cum floods into you. he stays there for a long minute, chest heaving against your back, the smell of sunscreen and weed thick in the air.
he leaves after you've both come down, walking off to his own yard with his hands tucked into his pockets. "same time tomorrow."
the next morning you're at the grocery store, the old ladies that gossiped to you that first day are giving you dirty and disgusted looks as they whisper to each other.
gojo:
you don't even get to bring your cookies over to your neighbors house.
you're pulling the baking tray out of the oven with steam flying into the air when you hear a knock at the door, eyebrows furrowing as you head to the front door and look through the peep hole.
your cheeks heat up when you notice the hot older guy leaning against your glass door, looking down at the knee socks and baggy tee covering your body. you consider if you should open the door.
"i heard you come to the door, i won't bite unless you ask!"
you scoff at his audacity, unlocking the door and swinging it open. his bright blue eyes immediately look you up and down, licking his lips as a smirk toys at them.
"well, hello there. i'm satoru gojo, i live next door. thought i'd come by and introduce myself."
he stands tall, thick ripples of muscle coating his arms despite the fact that he's clearly older. he has grey sweats and a tight fitting black tee, arms crossed and flexing his forearms from the pressure.
you swallow thickly. he's going to be trouble. "uh, yeah hi. i was actually getting ready to bring some cookies over so i could introduce myself," you laugh awkwardly, "but you can just come in. i'll get them trayed up."
he follows closely as you come into the house, bringing him into your kitchen. they've had enough time to cool down, so you tuck them into a plastic tray.
"nice house." he says, looking around a bit. his eyes lock onto the faucet that's steadily dripping at the sink, "i can fix that for you, if you want?"
that starts a pattern. a few days later, he's knocking on your door at 8pm talking about how you have wiring issues because your porch light's been flickering, so he offers to fix that.
but after you got a view up close of him with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, grunting as he manhandles the power box and takes care of you, you traded numbers with him.
satoru :( my cabinet isn't supposed to lean like this is it?
*attached image*
No sweetheart, I'll be right over.
he's over once a week now, inspecting small things around the house that you know aren't that big of a deal. but you just love hearing the noises he makes when he's gotta lift heavy things up, the way his muscles flex.
eventually, your bedframe's been squealing and feels a bit more shaky than normal. you totally did not take a bolt out from the frame to get an excuse for him to come over.
i think my bed frame is broken, can you come take a look?
he leaves you on read, which makes your stomach drop. too far, maybe?
you take a sip of the glass of wine next to you, still seated on the couch. the door swings open and he marches in, clad in another pair of grey sweats. you eat that up, suddenly sitting up straight as your eyes meet.
"where's your bedroom?"
you smirk but immediately drop it, standing up with that glass of wine to take another sip before clinking it into the wood. you walk down the hall towards your bedroom, flicking the light on.
he's right behind you, heat from his chest barreling into your back. you look to your right and make eye contact, motioning towards the bed covered in stuffed animals.
he walks into the room and you finally speak up, "i don't know what's going on with it."
you watch closely as he presses a large hand into the mattress, bed creaking out beneath the pressure. the noise makes your ears ache, flinching at it.
he looks at you and raises an eyebrow before dropping to his knees, leaning and looking under your bed. the bolt sits there, unscrewed and lingering next to the hole it's meant to be in.
"huh. looks like someone took this bolt out." his voice carries that same amused tone he always uses when he catches you staring a little too long.
you smirk. "that's so weird." you say sarcastically.
he reaches for the bolt, screwing it back in slowly so it squeaks out obnoxiously with each twirl. "cute. you know, these bolts don't tend to fall out on their own."
your heart rate picks up, flushing as he swipes his hands over those sweats you always stare at. he's got a glint in his eye as he faces you, hands gripping your hips.
"you know, if you wanted me in your bed that bad sweetheart, you could've just asked."
he takes a seat on the bed, no creaks ringing out now. his legs are wide open, a stiff bulge that you try your hardest not to stare at. he pats his thick thighs, "c'mon. let's see if my work's gonna hold up."
you slowly walk until you're flush against his thighs, his hands sliding from the socks stretch to the fat of your thighs up to your waist.
"these socks look real nice on you. i like them a lot." he says, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin.
you bite down on your bottom lip, embarrassed at the proximity. you know that you've soaked through your panties, and the moment he finds out too you won't hear the end of it.
he cups your ass, pulling you close until your tits are pressed into him. he lifts you like you weigh nothing, settling you down onto one thick leg.
your clit is throbbing against the muscle, breath hitching at the feeling of you pressed into him like this. he grips your hips, dragging you down and across the cords of muscle.
you bite down on your bottom lip, small whine just barely passing your lips. his hand slaps down on your ass, a smirk breaking out.
"nuh uh, make those pretty noises f'me."
you can’t help the way your head falls back, another whine spilling out as he continues that slow, agonizing drag of your weight over his thigh.
he’s so solid, so warm, and the friction of your cotton panties against your soaked folds is making your vision go blurry. it isn't long until your slick is dragging through the fabric of his sweats, a damp patch darkening.
his hands are huge, fingers splayed over your lower back to keep you pinned. "you're making such a mess of my sweats, sweetheart."
he tears the stimulation away, forcing you to stand up on wobbly legs. he lies back further on the bed, resting his head against one of your stuffed animals. it's an insanely erotic view, his heavy bulge begging to be released as he sits there.
"well? take a seat."
you climb onto him, knees digging into the mattress on either side of his hips as you settle down. you’re shaking, the sheer size of him beneath you making your head swim.
he doesn't move to help you, just watches with those piercing eyes, arms folded behind his head. he looks so relaxed, so in control, while you’re literally falling apart.
"i like the way you look from down here," he muses, his voice a low vibration that you feel in your soul. "those little socks really do it for me. makes you look so... innocent."
you lean down and finally press your lips into his, tasting peppermint and smelling a musky cologne as you're pressed into him. he immediately reacts, slowly dragging his tongue against yours.
your hips mindlessly grind into his, pressing your soaked panties into the bulge of his sweats as you desperately seek out friction.
his hands finally leave his head, sliding down to grip the back of your thighs, right at the top of those socks. he doesn't just hold you; he digs his fingers in, pulling you down harder against him while he swallows your moans.
"don't stop now, sweetheart. you were doing so good on your own," he murmurs against your lips, his breath hot and uneven.
you keep grinding, desperate and clumsy, until he lets out a sharp huff of a laugh. he reaches between your bodies, his hand fumbling with the waistband of those grey sweats until he finally frees himself.
the moment he's out, the sheer heat of him hitting your soaked panties makes you gasp. he’s thick, pulsing, and when you settle back down, you’re sitting right on the head of him.
he doesn't wait for you to move this time. he grips your waist and starts the motion for you, a slow and steady roll of his hips that has you clutching at his shoulders for dear life.
"look at me," he commands, and you force your eyes open to meet that piercing blue. he’s smirking, but his jaw is tight, a vein popping in his neck. "you've been wanting this since the day i knocked on your door, haven't you?"
you can't even lie. you just nod, a pathetic little sob breaking out as he hooks his thumbs into the elastic of your panties and tugs them down just enough so he can press the tip of his cock into you.
your body jolts as the hot, pre cum slicked head of him smears against your entrance. he doesn't shove it in. he’s a tease, keeping it right at where you're drooling slick while he watches your expression shatter.
"please, satoru," you whimper, your fingers digging into his shoulders, nails probably leaving little crescents in his skin.
he chuckles, a low vibration in his chest that you feel deep in your own. "please what? finish fixing your bed, sweetheart? i think it’s doing just fine now."
you let out a frustrated whine, dropping your head to his shoulder and biting into the skin. it's the only way to ground yourself as he finally hitches his hips up, a slow, agonizingly thick inch of him sliding inside you.
your eyes clamp shut at the stretch, pussy clamping around him vigorously. he lets out a sharp hiss through his teeth, his hands tightening on your hips until it's almost bruising.
you lift your hips and drop down, a loud sudden cry passing your lips as the tip hits that spongy spot in you. "fuck- oh my god." you whimper.
you try to find a rhythm, but he’s too big, too much. you’re still shaking, and every time you try to lift yourself, your muscles just give out. he sees you struggling and a devious little grin spreads across his face.
"look at you. all that work to get me here and now you don't even know what to do."
he doesn't wait for your comeback. he grips your waist again and takes over, his hips bucking upward with a force that sends him all the way to your hilt. you scream into his neck, your muffled cries swallowed by the skin of his shoulder as your vision goes white.
he’s brutal with it, a fast, rhythmic pounding that has the bed frame - the one he just fixed - creaking rhythmically against the wall. it's loud and messy, the sound of your wet pussy taking every bit of him echoing through the quiet bedroom.
"is it... agh... is it holding up?" he rasps out, a sharp huff of laughter breaking through his heavy breathing.
you can't even answer him, your head just thrashes against his shoulder as he continues that relentless, upward pace. his hands are like iron on your hips, keeping you centered while he absolutely wrecks you from beneath.
"answer me, sweetheart," he grunts, his voice dropping into that dark, command tone that makes your pussy clench even tighter. "the bed... is it fixed yet?"
"y-yes! f-fuck, satoru-" you sob, the friction of your clit rubbing against his lower stomach with every buck of his hips sending you over the edge.
you cum hard, body seizing up and shaking against his touch as you cry out, heavy sobs wracking through your body.
the blue of his eyes is blown out, almost entirely pupil now as he watches the way your face breaks. he loves it. he loves that he’s the one making you look this undone. he reaches up, fisting your hair to pull your head back so he can see your eyes while you’re coming apart.
"good girl," he praises, but his voice is thick with his own need now.
he doesn't let you rest. he flips you in one fluid motion, suddenly pinning you to the mattress with your legs hiked up over his shoulders. those knee socks are still on, a contrast against his bare skin.
he leans over you, his large frame blocking out every bit of light in the room. his hands find your wrists, pinning them above your head while he starts a brutal, downward drive.
the bed frame is slamming against the wall now, a steady thump-thump-thump that has to be waking up the other neighbors, but neither of you care. he's taking everything from you, his cock hitting your cervix with enough force to make your toes curl and stay that way.
"so much... louder... when you're on your back," he gasps out, his composure finally cracking.
you feel him twitching in you, hips sputtering, then he finally stills and cums. thick ropes of hot cum fill you up, a groan passing his lips as his nails dig into your wrists above your head.
he stays there, his forehead resting against yours as he tries to catch his breath. his heart is hammering against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat that matches your own.
after a long minute, he finally pulls out with a wet pop, the sound making you whine softly at the loss of him. he doesn't move far, though. he just collapses next to you, pulling you into his side and tucking your head under his chin.
he’s still smirking, even as he wipes a stray tear from your cheek with a heavy thumb.
"so," he pants, his voice returning to that playful, arrogant lilt. "i think the bed’s definitely broken now, sweetheart. guess i'll have to come back tomorrow to fix it again."
he looks down at your feet, still clad in those rumpled knee socks, and gives your hip a playful slap.
geto:
the steady thrum of distant thunder crackles out as you walk outside, tray of cookies snug in your arms. it's sunny, but the clouds looming out west say that'll be over with soon.
you walk down your porch steps and approach your neighbors house, suddenly feeling a bit awkward when you notice an older man with his hair pulled half up leaning under a tree.
he's drawing, pencil scraping against paper loudly. but he stops when he sees you in his peripherals, looking up at you with tired, dark eyes. "hello. new neighbor, i'm assuming? i'm suguru geto."
you're too distracted by his thick forearms and biceps that are coated in tattoos, to reply for a moment. but once you process his words, you flush and introduce yourself to him.
a knowing smirk tugs at his lips as he closes the book, standing up and absolutely towering over you, broad shoulders blocking out the sun for a second. you swallow thickly.
"are those for me? come on, let's get them inside before that rain picks up."
you head inside with him, looking around at his home as you follow him. he's got a nice aesthetic going on, drawings and paintings covering the darkly painted walls.
you can smell burnt incense and weed, small incense burner still smoking near one of the windows.
he leads you towards his dining room and you set the tray down where he points. "thank you. i appreciate the gesture."
you talk a bit more with him before leaving once the heavy patter of rain begins. days pass before you see him again, heading to his house to get to know each other.
he's a nice guy. he has a lot of interests, but he's a tattoo artist at a parlor in town for his main job. when he mentioned to you he likes smoking weed, you're quick to suggest that you guys can smoke together sometime.
it becomes an almost nightly thing, one of you bringing flower and sitting on the porch while you smoke.
this time's different. it's raining hard outside and cold, so he offers to smoke in his house. you hesitate at first, but when he insists that he doesn't care you follow him in there.
he pulls out a bong, and you both smoke until your head's cloudy. the patter of rain slapping into the tin roof echoes softly, radio playing some random rock song quietly.
your lidded eyes fall to him, caught up on the way he's not wearing a shirt today. every swirl of ink is on full view, melting in with perfectly sculpted muscle.
you're locked in on his big ring-covered hands and how they completely cover the bong as he takes a heavy hit, a cough escaping his mouth with a large puff of smoke. you can see scars along his thick fingers.
"you want another hit?" he offers, lifting the bong in your direction. you shake your head, the motion dizzying. he sets it down, clink of glass against wood.
the rain picks up a bit outside and he leans to turn the radio up a bit more. his hair is fully down today, framing his face as his reddened gaze meets yours again.
"you're staring again," he muses, his voice a low, honeyed rasp that vibrates through the humid air of the room. he leans back, his weight supported by those ink-heavy arms, watching the way you track the movement of his throat when he swallows.
he doesn't wait for you to answer. he reaches out, his large, ringed hand wrapping around your ankle and tugging you across the sofa until you're flush against his side. the smell of sandalwood and weed is dizzying.
"tell me," he whispers, his thumb tracing the bone of your ankle with agonizing slowness. "is it the tattoos? or are you just wondering what it feels like to have these hands on you?"
your face blazes with heat, your breath stopping in your throat. "w-what?"
he huffs a quiet laugh, "no need to be embarrassed," he says looking at you with an all too friendly smile. "lots of women stare. but i also don't let any of them into my home… you're the exception to that rule."
you swallow thickly as your eyes remain locked onto one another.
you are soaked right now. no doubt about it. even with your hazy mind and dry eyes, you're so unbelievably turned on by suguru.
all of your senses are heightened by your high, licking your lips as your last little bit of resolve dwindles into nothing. a shaking hand reaches for one of his, pulling his hand towards your throat.
his eyes lilt with something predatory, immediately gripping into your skin until you gasp out from the lack of air.
"so desperate you're putting my hands on you," he shakes his head, hand sliding up from your throat to your chin. you can feel the cool of the rings pressing into your skin. "should've known you'd be such a needy little whore."
you whine at the insult, his other hand wrapping around your waist to tug you closer to him. "bet you're fucking soaked too."
you flush but nod, "i am…"
he laughs in your face, pulling you until you're on his lap. your knees sink into the couch on either side of his hips, feeling his hardened cock press into you.
you're buzzing from the motion, pure pleasure coursing through your veins. your hips twitch against him and you bite down on your bottom lip roughly.
his eyes flicker to your bottom lip, his thumb brushing against it and tugging your jaw open. his thumb settles on your tongue, pressing down until you're sitting there on his lap with your mouth open.
you watch the nasty smirk that covers his mouth before he leans over you, spitting into your mouth.
the spit is warm and tastes like the weed you just shared, and you swallow it down instinctively, your eyes blown wide and glassy. he doesn't let go of your jaw, his grip tightening until it's almost painful, forcing you to look at him while you choke on a moan.
"swallowed it like a good girl," he purrs, the sweetness of his tone clashing violently with the way he's looking at you. "you've been thinking about this since the day you brought those cookies over, haven't you? playing the sweet little neighbor while you're actually just a filthy little slut."
he doesn't wait for you to answer, his hand sliding down from your face to the hem of your shirt, bunching the fabric up and tossing it over your head in one fluid motion.
you shiver in the cool air of the room, but the heat radiating off his tattooed chest is enough to make you sweat.
his rings are cold as he brushes them over your nipples, his eyes tracking the way they pebble up instantly.
he reaches for the button of your jeans, popping it with a flick of his thumb. he doesn't take them off properly; he just shoves them down along with your lace panties until they're around your knees, trapping you on his lap.
his hand find your sobbing pussy, and he lets out a dark, amused huff when his fingers slide right into your folds. "fuck. you really are pathetic. look how wet you are."
he starts to drive two fingers into you, his pace erratic. he isn't trying to be gentle; he’s trying to overwhelm you. his thumb finds your clit and stays there, grinding in heavy, punishing circles that have you sobbing into the quiet room.
"don't look away," he commands, his voice dropping an octave. "i want to see every bit of that pretty little face while i ruin you."
you try to keep eye contact, but the feeling of those calloused, scarred fingers stretching you out is too much. your head starts to loll back, but he immediately fists your hair, yanking your head forward until your foreheads are touching.
"i said look at me."
loud squelches echo off the walls in contrast to the rain pouring down onto the roof, each curl of his fingers against your g spot causing you to whine out more and more as you feel the weight of an orgasm crashing into you.
his thumb on your clit presses into you so hard it pushes you right over your peak, cumming around his ringed fingers with a loud cry. he works you through it until you're shaking and writhing on his lap, smirking as you twitch around.
"nuh uh. i'm not done with you yet."
your eyebrows furrow, but the dizzying pleasure in tandem with how heightened all of your senses are from the weed has your eyes tearing up before you can stop it.
the squelches continue until you've cum two more times, fat tears streaming down your cheeks as you stare into his dark eyes.
then he pulls his hand out with a wet squelch that makes you flinch. he reaches for his pants, freeing his cock and guiding you down onto it.
you're speared on his cock now when he pushes your hips down roughly, the tip of him hitting into that sensitive spongy spot in your pussy. your clit throbs against his pelvic bone, whines passing your lips.
he doesn't let you catch your breath. he starts a rhythmic, punishing pace, his hips bucking upward to meet every one of your descents.
the squelching sound of his cock sliding in and out of your overstimulated pussy is so loud it makes you want to hide, but he won't let you.
his hand finds your jaw again, forcing your head up so you have to look at his dark, blown-out eyes. "i told you to stay with me. look at me while i stretch you out."
you’re crying openly now, fat tears blurring your vision as the pleasure becomes too much to handle. it’s a constant, high-voltage ache that has your pussy clamping around him in desperate waves.
every time you try to close your eyes, he tugs your hair or squeezes your throat just enough to remind you who’s in charge.
you're a sobbing mess on his lap, your hands clutching at his tattooed shoulders for any kind of leverage as he thrusts brutally in you. the combination of being high and the absolute sensory overload of his cock hitting your cervix is making your brain short circuit.
he reaches down, his ringed fingers finding your clit again, and he doesn't just rub it - he pinches it between his thumb and forefinger while he's still thrusting upward.
the scream that leaves your throat is raw, your body arching as you cum for the fourth time. your pussy is clamping around him so hard it's almost painful, but he just grunts, his pace becoming even more brutal as he ignores your pleas for him to stop.
"look at you. such a sensitive little thing. i've barely touched you." he mocks, his voice dripping with that honeyed cruelty.
his rough thrusts clap like thunder against the walls, cool rings hard on your skin as he grips your hips and hugs you into his arms, fucking into you so quick that you can do nothing but sob and scream.
"fuck- i'm gonna breed you." he growls in your ear, thrusts sputtering into a stop as he fills you with hot ropes of cum. he keeps his hands locked on your hips, pinning you to him until the very last drop of his cum has spurted into you.
the silence of the room is heavy, only broken by the frantic sound of your breathing and the steady drumming on the tin roof.
then, his grip softens. those hands that were just bruising your hips and pulling your hair start to move with a gentleness that makes your heart ache even worse than the pleasure did.
he reaches up, his thumb tenderly wiping the tears from your cheeks, his dark eyes no longer predatory but soft, almost regretful. "hey... look at me, sweetheart. i've got you."
he shifts, lifting you easily and pulling your jeans and panties back up over your trembling legs, taking his time to make sure you're decent. he doesn't care about the mess on the couch; he just cares about the way your eyes are still glazed and glassed over.
he stands up, scooping you into his arms like you’re made of glass, and carries you toward his bedroom. the air in there is cooler, smelling of clean sheets and that same incense from earlier.
he sets you down carefully on the bed, like you might shatter if he’s too rough now.
the mattress dips under your weight and you curl instinctively into the blankets, body still trembling from everything he just dragged out of you. the room is dim, rain still drumming steadily against the roof.
he stands there for a moment, watching you. his chest rises and falls slowly, tattoos stretching across his ribs as he exhales. some of your tears are still wet on his fingers.
“…shit,” he mutters quietly to himself.
you blink up at him through heavy lashes, still dazed. the haze from the weed and the orgasms makes everything feel slow and warm.
he notices the way you’re shivering. his expression shifts instantly.
“hey,” he murmurs, voice softer now. completely different from the one that had you crying on his lap minutes ago.
he reaches for the blanket at the end of the bed and drapes it over you, tucking it around your shoulders.
“cold?”
you nod weakly. his hand comes up again, thumb brushing under your eye where another tear slips free. the rings are cool, but his touch is gentle enough that it makes your chest ache.
“didn’t mean to push you that hard,” he says quietly.
you stare at him, still trying to catch your breath.
it’s strange seeing him like this. the same man who had your throat in his hand earlier is now smoothing your hair away from your face like he’s afraid to hurt you.
he notices the way you’re looking at him, a faint smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
“what?” he asks softly.
your voice comes out hoarse. “you’re… different.”
he huffs a quiet laugh at that, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside you.
“yeah,” he admits.
his hand slides behind your head, lifting you slightly so he can pull a pillow under you. the movement is careful, patient. “i get a little carried away sometimes.”
your eyes drift shut for a moment as his fingers brush through your hair.
the rain outside fills the silence.
after a second, you feel the mattress shift again and his arm slides around you, pulling you gently against his chest. the warmth of him seeps through the blanket immediately.
“rest for a bit,” he murmurs near the top of your head.
his voice is low and calm now, almost soothing. your cheek presses against his shoulder, and you can hear the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat. one of his hands keeps tracing slow lines along your arm.
“you’re safe here,” he adds quietly. his fingers pause for a moment before he presses a soft kiss to your hair. “i’ve got you.”
tell me which naughty neighbor was ur fav :3 mine was sukuna's!! thx for reading!!!
your legs are tied together by an old snare trap, body bent at an awkward angle as your hands are caught in knotted ropes above your head. pure panic is on your face as you scream out into the open air. "PLEASE! someone help!"
you're so embarrassed tears are threatening to spill. the skirt you wear out is hiked up above your lace panties, cool air blowing against your ass as you scream.
"why did this have to happen to me?" you cry out quietly to yourself, tugging your hands and wincing at the sharp pain of rope digging into your skin.
you hear heavy footsteps and a loud snort, sighing heavily when you realize enjin's the one who found you. it couldn't have been someone nicer? zanka maybe?
but when you hear the gasp and quiet "oh shit.", you realize there's an audience watching. because that is zanka, and that makes your face swelter as you realize this is possibly the worst day of your life.
"please!" you whine, wiggling your hips as the slow creak of metal groans around you. "i-i'm stuck."
your heart beat is frantically pulsing in your ears, body shaking in the air. you're so fucking embarrassed right now. this has to be unreal. a nightmare.
"what a nice fuckin' view you left for us to walk into," enjin whistles, walking up closer and slapping your ass.
you yelp, "enjin, i swear to god when i get out of here i will fucking kill you."
you hear zanka's feet slap into the dirt as he comes up and around to your front, trying his hardest to ignore the way your tits are squeezed together. "you okay?"
you frown, shaking your head. "i-it hurts. i didn't mean to get caught in here."
your shirt's ripped open, tits spilling out and just barely covered in the position you're stuck in. it's clearly an old trap and its original purpose is no longer possible.
so instead you're just dangling there, hands stuck above your head and rope wrapped around body awkwardly.
you're basically bent over in the air, ropes tugging on you like harness. each twitch causes the ropes to tug harder.
"enjin, stop. we should actually get her down," zanka mutters, though his voice is thick, his eyes stuck on the way your chest heaves against the rough cord. he reaches out, his fingers hovering near the knot above your head, but he doesn't pull.
he's frozen, his face a violent shade of crimson as he takes in the sight of you literally gift-wrapped for them.
enjin hums, a low, vibration that you feel even through the air. he doesn't move to help zanka. instead, his hand slides from your hip to the back of your thigh, his thumb hooking into the edge of your lace panties.
dear god, this is the most humiliating thing to happen to you to date. the way enjin's being a complete pervert without any shame, a chuckle passing his lips as your thighs tremble.
enjin’s thumb hooks into the lace, snapping the fabric against your skin teasingly. he watches the way your breath hitches, the way the ropes creak and groan as you try to squirm away from his touch.
he loves how they tighten on your body with each movement, pressing your skin tighter to expose more.
you hate how turned on you are by this. being forced to act as bait for these two hungry men. each small move to struggle pressing you in such sensitive places until your head's spinning.
"get her down, zanka says," enjin rumbles, his voice dropping into that lazy, dangerous register. "but i dunno. seems like a waste of a perfectly good opportunity to teach you a lesson."
"a lesson?" you gasp, the word catching in your throat as the ropes creak again, pulling your chest even tighter against the rough fibers. "enjin, please! this isn't funny. i'm stuck!"
zanka’s hands are still hovering near the knot, but they’re shaking now. he’s looking at the way your tits are practically spilling out of your torn shirt, clearly fighting for his life to not feed on enjin's pervy energy.
he fumbles with a small pocket knife, his knuckles white as he tries to find a clean angle through the thick, knotted mess. "hold still," he snaps, though his voice is more panicked than authoritative. "i’m trying to- i just need to get the tension off your chest so you can breathe."
he reaches in, the blade glinting in the dim light, but as the ropes creak and you give a desperate, jerky wiggle to help him, the knife slips.
there’s a sharp rip of fabric.
the remains of your shirt don't just loosen; they completely give way. the tattered cloth falls away from your shoulders, leaving your chest fully, jarringly exposed to the humid air and their hungry stares.
you let out a strangled yelp, trying to arch your back to hide yourself, but the harness only bites deeper into your skin, forcing your back to bow and your chest to thrust forward.
"zanka!" you shriek, face burning a shade of red that feels like it’s glowing. "you-you cut my shirt!"
zanka freezes, the pocket knife nearly slipping from his shaking fingers. he’s staring at your bare tits, his mouth hanging open as he watches your nipples harden in the cool draft. he looks like he’s about to have a heart attack right there in the dirt.
"i-i didn't- it was an accident!" he chokes out, but he doesn't pull away. his gaze is locked on the way your pulse is thrumming in your throat, his breath coming in short, jagged pulls.
enjin lets out a low, dark whistle from behind you. "nice work, zanka. such pretty tits on full view now."
"shut up. we need to get her out of here." zanka snaps, immediately tugging his coat off to try to cover you. with the angle, there's no point in trying.
"zanka! stop staring and cut me down!" you wail, your voice cracking as your tits bounce with every frantic wiggle of your torso.
the ropes bite into your ribs, the rough texture digging into your bare skin, but the heat from their stares is what's truly scorching you.
zanka looks like he’s about to break. his pocket knife tucked back away and coat gathered in his hands, his eyes darting from your hardened nipples to the way your hips are arched up toward enjin. "i-i’m trying! you just- you won't stay still!"
he’s fumbling with the heavy fabric, but every time he tries to drape it, his knuckles brush against your bare, sensitive skin, and you let out a broken, high-pitched whine that makes him freeze.
"don't- don't touch me like that," you gasp, though your body is betraying you, your nipples dragging against the rough wool of his sleeve.
"i'm trying to help!" zanka snaps, his voice cracking. he’s so close now that you can see the sweat gathering on his skin, his eyes blown out and dark as they track the way your tits are heaving.
enjin’s low chuckle comes from right behind your ear. you didn't even hear him move. "he's not helping, baby. he's just takin' in the view."
he pulls your chin so your eyes lock onto his, smug smirk tugging at his lips. his breath brushes against your lips, his eyes flickering to them before he's kissing you hard.
you immediately whine into the kiss, tongue swiping against his desperately as any resolve simmers away.
your teeth clash with his desperately, the ropes creaking and groaning as your body instinctively tries to press into his solid heat. all the moving does is tuck you in tighter, peaks of fat pinched between thick rope.
zanka let out a strangled, high-pitched noise - half-gasp, half-groan - as he watches enjin’s hands grab at your supple tits and toy with them.
his fingers pinch your nipples and your back is arching into the rope, a squeal muffled by the weight of the kiss.
his lips leave yours, a trail of spit connecting your mouths before snapping. he looks to zanka and nods at him, "wanna have a go? kiss her."
your eyes widen, swallowing thickly before you look to zanka. his pretty eyes are at their last leg of defenses, pure lust pooling into his face as he looks at your tits then up at your eyes.
you whine, wriggling helplessly. "please?" you ask.
his eyes immediately darken, that lust taking over. he grips onto your jaw and kisses you, tongue lulling into your own until you feel like a puddle on the floor.
you can feel enjin's big hands linger on your panties again, tugging at the fabric as you kiss zanka. you whimper when you feel the snap of fabric, sudden rush of air against your soaking pussy as your panties rip.
he lets out a husky laugh, fingers teasing your folds. "so fucking wet. i bet you knew this was gonna happen. wouldn't put it past you, pervert."
you hear a rustle behind you, suddenly focusing harder on that than kissing zanka.
a hot, heavy prod at your pussy's entrance causes you to groan into zanka's mouth, back arching as enjin's cock pushes into you and fills you up until you're nearly crying at the fullness.
the creak of the metal overhead is the only warning you get before enjin’s slowly dragging his cock out and slamming into you so hard your breath's stolen from your lungs.
you let out a broken, high-pitched wail into zanka’s mouth as enjin bottoms out again, his thick, heavy cock stretching you until you feel like you’re going to split.
the angle is agonizingly perfect; with your hands pinned above your head, there's nowhere for the sensation to go but straight to your core. "mmm, so tight. this pussy was made f'me."
he starts a brutal, mean pace. every thrust of his cock into you has your body wracking against the ropes, knotting yourself in tighter and tighter as loud moans interrupt zanka's steady kisses.
his hands are on your tits, kneading them and squeezing your nipples between two fingers.
the dual stimulation is almost too much, a weight that has your clit crying for attention. you're kinda happy to have gotten stuck in this trap now.
enjin’s pace is relentless, his thick, heavy thrusts sending vibrations all the way up the ropes until the metal overhead is screaming as loud as you are.
he’s not being gentle; he’s using the leverage of your pinned arms to drive himself deeper, his grunts turning into low, jagged growls. "you like being stuck like this, don't you?" he rasps, his hand sliding from your waist to the knot above your head, tugging it just enough to make your back arch painfully, beautifully.
you mewl, lips separating from zanka just as enjin drags another noise from you. the sound of metal creaking painfully and skin slapping against skin roughly echoes out in the clearing.
your eyes are rolled back, head thrown back with each heavy and deep thrust he forces into you. you feel the way his hips start sputtering, and eventually he's fully pulling out of you and rushing to your front.
"gonna cum in your mouth," he smirks, pulling your hair and forcing your mouth around the length of his cock.
you taste yourself on the tip as you lap at it, dropping your head down and hollowing out your cheeks as you suck hard. "fuuuuuck!" he growls out, grip on your hair painful as he forces you to take all of him.
you gag around the length as he twitches, hot ropes of cum bellowing into your mouth. it's salty, but a savory taste that you swallow down with ease.
he pats your head, releasing your hair. "good girl."
you feel a prod at your wet pussy, realizing zanka's behind you now. he's thicker than enjin, the fat tip a burning stretch as you scream out.
his hands grip your hips roughly, every bit of self control thrown out the window as he starts fucking into you hard. "f-fuck, it's so tight." he whines, each thrust a heavy slap that has your tits clapping.
shaky fingers reach down to toy with your clit, the attention that you'd been craving for that sensitive nub just enough to make your vision go white as you cum.
you yelp, waves of pleasure flashing through your body and wracking you against the ropes. your pussy clamps around zanka desperately, which has him groaning.
"i-i'm so close." he mutters out, his hips sputtering and clapping against your ass loudly.
he lets out a broken sob, his hips stuttering as he buries himself deep inside you and stays there, his hot cum filling you up until it’s dripping down your thighs in a fat load.
the silence that follows is heavy, broken only by the creak of the metal and the three of you gasping for air.
enjin finally reaches up, knife clicking open with a sharp, final sound. "alright, alright. let's get you down before you actually break the equipment."
with one swift motion, he slices the main cord. the tension snaps, and you fall forward - only to be caught in zanka’s shaky, waiting arms before you hit the dirt.
your whole body is erupting with stiff embarrassment when you three decide to head back to base instead of continuing. you've got zanka's coat on and mere chunks of fabric of what was left of your clothes.
deep red burns coat your entire body, twinges flashing with every rough step until enjin's carrying you to stop the writhing pain.
eyes linger on the sight of you; completely dishevled, coated in suggestive markings as your superior carries you with a glint in his eye and a smirk that says it all.
zanka tries to act aloof but the tips of his ears are twinged with a redness that reveals to any onlookers that there's more than what's on the surface.
you're alone on a side street grabbing a quick snack when a guy wanders over, asking what you're doing and if you come to town often. you're friendly with him, but there's not much more to it than that.
"you're not spoken for? a beautiful young woman like yourself?" he randomly asks, and you stiffen as your eyebrows raise.
you clear your throat, "uh, what? why's that matter?"
the guy leans in a little too close, a greasy smirk pulling at his lips. "just seems like a waste for someone like you to be wandering around canvas town all by yourself. i could show you some better spots than this alleyway."
he reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your shoulder, his fingers lingering just a second too long. but before his hand can even make contact, a heavy, calloused grip catches his wrist mid-air.
"she's busy," a gravelly, low voice rumbles from behind you.
you jump, spinning around to see enjin. he looks as lazy as ever, his other hand shoved deep in his pocket, but the look in his hooded eyes is sharp enough to draw blood. his grip on the stranger's wrist is clearly bordering on painful.
and right beside him stands zanka, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression hard and unusually cold. he isn't even looking at the guy; he's looking at you, his jaw tight as he scans you for any sign that the stranger touched you.
"we were waiting for you," zanka says, his voice clipped and tight with a frustration he’s barely masking.
the random guy pales, looking between the two cleaners - one massive and unbothered, the other sharp and lethal. he stammers out an apology and scrambles away the second enjin lets go of his wrist.
"always attracting the creeps, eh?" enjin nudges you before wrapping an arm around your shoulder, dragging you off to a building.
the rest of the day goes by with ease, but there's an awkward tension simmering throughout the whole mission.
the three of you are cramped into a single room in a shoddy canvas town inn, the air heavy with the scent of dust and the lingering trace of enjin’s tobacco. it's almost uncomfortable in here.
zanka hasn't looked at you once since you got back. he’s sitting on a wooden chair, his back stiff as he meticulously checks his equipment, but the way his grip keeps tightening on his gear tells you he’s anything but focused on work.
enjin is draped across the middle of the only bed, his boots kicked off and his shirt half-unbuttoned. he looks lazy, but those dark eyes follow your every move as you try to find a place to sit that doesn't feel like you're intruding on their space.
"you still thinking about that guy?" enjin rumbles, his voice vibrating through the quiet room.
you freeze, your hand hovering over the back of the chair. "what? no. i told you, he was just some guy-"
"he touched you," zanka snaps, finally looking up. his face is flushed, his eyes bright with a frustrated, sharp heat.
the way he snaps hits you. is he jealous? and enjin- the way his usual care free self seems way too interested in some random guy and a small moment that happened hours ago.
they're both jealous.
it hits your gut hard, a low thrum of heat beginning to pool between your thighs. you're alone with two men that clearly want you. in a cramped room.
your breath hitches in your throat, mouth dry as you look between the two of them. the small room somehow feels smaller now, weighing down heavier than before your revelation.
you look from zanka’s white-knuckled grip on his gear to enjin’s heavy, hooded stare, and the tension finally snaps.
"you’re both jealous," you breathe out, the words barely a whisper, but in the quiet of the room, they land like a heavy weight.
the chair zanka was sat in scrapes against the wooden floors loudly as he stands up and faces you.
he stalks toward you, the floorboards groaning under his sudden, predatory weight. his face is a frantic, messy shade of red, but his eyes are fixed on yours with a sharp, pinpoint focus that makes your knees feel like water.
"jealous?" he repeats, the word coming out like a snarl. he stops inches from you, his heat radiating off his chest in waves.
your heart stutters. up close, you can see the way the tips of his ears have gone red, the way his breath is a little heavier than usual.
behind you, the bed creaks softly.
“you figured that out pretty quick,” enjin drawls lazily.
you glance over your shoulder. he hasn’t moved much from where he’s stretched across the mattress, but his posture doesn’t fool you. his eyes are sharp, tracking every twitch of your expression like he’s studying something interesting.
the man in front of you pushes your back into the bed frame, his hands on your hips now. the wood digs into your back, your eyes flying up to meet his.
"yeah, you got jealous." you whisper, face feeling exponentially hotter. he's so close to you, and you've only ever daydreamed about a time coming like this.
but why does enjin have to be behind you…?
and why do you like that he's in here too?
“careful, zanka. you’re about to prove her right.”
your bottom lip tucks between your teeth, swallowing thickly at the intense eye contact. his fingers dig into your clothes so hard you feel the sting against your skin, gasping quietly.
"shut up, enjin," zanka bites out, but he doesn't look at the older man. his focus is entirely on you, his pupils blown out. "so what if i am? you're the one who keeps letting creeps get that close to her."
“i’m a big girl,” you say, lifting your chin. “i can talk to whoever i want. there's no need for jealousy."
you try to reason with him, but enjin eggs him on from behind you.
"i dunno, you seemed pretty interested in the conversation. basically begging for attention." you can hear the smirk in his voice, rolling your eyes.
zanka's hands on your hips shift below the fabric of your shirt and slide up your bare waist, a shiver spreading up your spine. he feels the shake of your body, face inching closer to yours.
you gulp, his breath on your lips. you feel like your heart's beating out of your chest now.
"you do know how we both feel about you, don't you?" he asks.
you shake your head, hearing the creak of the mattress behind you. you feel enjin press into your back, his breath spreading across the nape of your neck.
"we both like you." his teeth bite into your skin and you whine out lowly, gasping.
a dull throb aches between your thighs, and you're certain that your panties have soaked through at this point. just being alone in the room with them was enough to get you going, but now?
you're a puddle.
the way they're both so confident in confessing that to you has you reeling, eyes wandering on zanka's while enjin's lips brand your skin.
he's still, aside from the rapid rise and fall of his chest. you can tell he doesn't know how to react, so you react first. "kiss me." you whisper.
his eyes flutter for a moment, cheeks reddening before he finally dips down and presses his lips against yours. his lips are desperate, hot and frantic against yours. as his hands slide further up your waist, his thumbs dig into your ribs to pull you flush against him.
behind you, enjin lets out a low, satisfied hum against your neck. he doesn't pull away while you’re busy with zanka.
instead, he uses the distraction to sink his fingers into your hair, tugging your head back just an inch to expose more of your throat to his teeth.
"bold girl," enjin murmurs against your skin, his voice a gravelly vibration that travels straight to your core. "guess we don't have to be careful anymore."
you pull away from zanka for just a second, breath still heavy against his own. "please don't."
the whole air in the room feels like it dips into something darker, both of their grips on you tightening in a way that makes your stomach drop. you watch zanka make eye contact with enjin, nodding wordlessly.
suddenly enjin's large hands are hooking under your arms and tugging you back, pressing you into his chest on the bed. you're on his lap as he pulls you to the headboard of the bed, still keeping you on him.
you can feel the bulge of his cock press against you, which makes you shiver.
zanka walks over and climbs onto the bed, leaning in to you and kissing you deeply again. his tongue delves into your mouth, massaging against yours.
his lips are still warm against yours when he pulls back just enough to breathe. his forehead bumps lightly against yours, his chest rising and falling hard as if he’s trying to steady himself.
his hands are still on your waist, but they’ve tightened, fingers curling into the fabric of your clothes like he’s afraid you might slip away.
behind you, enjin shifts against the headboard, one arm wrapped loosely around your middle to keep you settled on his lap. the slow movement presses you back against him again, and the quiet breath he releases against your neck makes your stomach twist.
enjin’s hand doesn't stay on your waist for long. it slides down, heavy and certain, until his palm is flat against your stomach, pushing you back into his chest. "some big, tough girl you are. practically beggin' for us to fuck you."
your jaw tightens, a pathetic whine passing your lips.
zanka doesn't say anything, but the way he’s watching enjin’s hand disappear under your clothes tells you everything. he’s breathing through his teeth, his face a mess of red as he crawls closer, his knees boxing you in on the mattress.
when enjin’s fingers finally hook into the elastic of your panties, he pauses. he doesn't pull them down. he just presses his palm flat against the soaked lace, his eyes darkening as he feels the heat radiating off you.
"fuck, you're drenched," enjin mutters, a low, mean smirk pulling at his lips. "did you get like this just thinkin' about us gettin' our hands on you? or was it that guy in town?"
"no- it wasn't-" you try to gasp out, but zanka cuts you off, his hand suddenly firm on your inner thigh, forcing your legs wider.
"don't lie to him," zanka rasps, his voice cracking with that sharp, jealous edge again. he stares down at where your thighs are trembling against his palms, his thumbs dragging over your skin. "you're a mess."
enjin pushes into the waistband of your panties, his thick, calloused fingers diving into your folds in one heavy swipe. you sob into the quiet room, your head falling back against his shoulder as he starts to work you, his thumb grinding slow, brutal circles into your clit.
"so sensitive," enjin hums into your ear, his teeth grazing your lobe. "such a dirty girl, gettin' this wet while pinned between your team members."
your eyes drag onto zanka's, his shaky palms dragging up your thighs and onto the bottom of your shirt. he tugs the fabric up, your arms lifting as he lets it fall onto the bed.
his fingers fiddle with the clasp of your bra and he finally gets it off, the straps sliding down your arms and falling. the cool air causes your nipples to harden, a shudder pulsing through you.
his shaky breath hitches in his throat when he looks down at your body, licking his lips at the sight of your naked tits. you're still struggling from enjin's nonstop stimulation, hips twitching against him as your back pushes into his warm chest.
zanka’s hands are trembling as they cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples with a clumsy, desperate reverence. he’s breathing so hard his chest is practically heaving, his eyes fixed on the way your skin flushes under his touch.
"you're so... fuck," he chokes out, his composure finally snapping. he leans in, burying his face against your chest and inhaling the scent of your skin, his teeth grazing your nipple just enough to make you shriek into the quiet room.
behind you, enjin’s hand doesn't slow down. he’s got two fingers buried deep inside you now, stretching you out while his thumb continues that brutal, rhythmic grind against your clit.
zanka's hand slides down, his fingers tangling with enjin’s as he tries to find space for himself. he’s never been this bold, but the jealousy is a rot in his gut that only your touch can fix.
he slides one finger in alongside enjin’s, his knuckles brushing against the older man’s as they both stretch you open.
you’re sobbing now, your head lolling back against enjin’s shoulder as the overstimulation starts to turn your vision white.
"please," you gasp, your hips bucking instinctively against the dual intrusion. "enjin, zanka-i can't-"
"you can," enjin whispers, his teeth nipping at the sensitive spot on your neck. "you're gonna take every bit of this. of us."
the way both of their fingers press into that spongy spot inside you, caressing against that same point until you're shaking sporadically, enjin's thumb still pushing into your clit.
you're cumming without warning, a loud cry echoing against the walls as you pulse around their fingers repeatedly. your eyes are filled with tears, hips twitching repeatedly.
you’re still pulsing around their fingers, your breath coming in wrecked, broken hitches as the aftershocks of the orgasm roll through your thighs.
the room feels like it’s tilting, the scent of enjin’s tobacco mixing with the salt of your tears and the sudden, heavy musk of the two men pinning you down.
after you've come down, enjin's quick to pull his fingers out and lift your hips up. zanka tugs your shorts and panties down in one pull, the fabric bundling up at one of your ankles.
zanka looks at you in a way that makes you want to devour him, soft eyes looking you over as if you're something precious. his eyes meet yours again and it takes every bit of self resolve to not kiss him again.
he doesn’t wait for you to make the first move. his hands, still shaky, slide under your thighs to hold you open, his gaze dropping to where you’re still slick and twitching from the overstimulation.
behind you, enjin isn’t being nearly as gentle. he’s pulled his pants down just enough, his cock thick and demanding as it presses against the small of your back. he reaches around, his large hand splayed over your stomach to pull you flush against him.
"sit up for me, baby," enjin rumbles, his voice vibrating through your spine.
his fingers gather slick from your pussy and push further back, two fingers slowly pushing into your ass. you gasp out at the feeling, tensing up. "nuh uh, relax." his voice calms you down, body trembling but still relaxing.
once he's eased into you, stretching you out in a new and entirely unfamiliar way, you actually enjoy it. and once he thinks you've been prepped enough, his fingers slide back out.
he lifts your hips just enough to align you, and before you can even catch your breath, he’s sinking into you from behind. the stretch is sudden and massive, a blunt intrusion that has you arching your back and let out a broken, high-pitched wail.
enjin’s hand moves from your stomach to your throat, not squeezing, just grounding you as he bottoms out inside you. "there you go. taking it all like a good girl."
enjin’s grip on your throat is steady, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw while he lets you adjust to the stretch of him. you're trembling on his lap, your head lolling back against his shoulder as he stays still for just a second.
"fuck, you're tight," he grunts into your ear, his voice a gravelly ruin. "it's almost worth the wait, seeing you stretched out like this."
zanka is a mess in front of you. he’s watching the way enjin is buried deep in your ass, his eyes wide and glazed with a mix of shock and pure lust. he doesn't even look like the same uptight cleaner anymore; he looks like he’s about to snap.
your eyes feel blurred as you look at him, hands reaching out for him. "p-please." you whisper.
zanka doesn’t need to be told twice. the sound of your voice - broken and small as you beg for him - is the final shove his resolve needs.
he’s already dragging his pants down, his cock springing free, dark and flushed with a heavy coat of precum at the tip.
his hands hook under your knees, dragging them back until you’re pinned even tighter against enjin’s chest. enjin’s grip on your throat shifts, his palm moving to the back of your head to steady you as zanka guides himself to your entrance.
the moment the head of his cock pushes into your pussy, the breath leaves your lungs in a silent, jagged gasp. the feeling of both of them inside of you is almost too much, mouth falling open as a filthy moan comes out.
you’re pinned between them, enjin’s solid chest at your back and zanka’s frantic weight boxing you in from the front.
the stretch is staggering. your body is forced to accommodate every thick, heavy inch of them, and for a second, you think you might actually snap.
"fuck, you're greedy." enjin mumbles in your ear, "you just love this, don't you? taking both of us at the same time."
you whine out, nodding frantically. zanka's eyes are full of all consuming hunger as he leans in and forces you into a kiss, tongue lulling against yours as his hips stutter.
both of them start thrusting into you, the steady impact so good your eyes roll into the back of your head. the steady slap of skin on skin begins rhythmically echoing out, the bed frame creaking to the same beat.
enjin's hands firm on your abdomen ground you in the sea of sensations, zanka's lips on yours helping you keep from crying out and causing a noise complaint.
every thrust is so good, so different and unlike anything you've felt before.
they both find their own pace, enjin's more stable and zanka's leaning towards a frantic motion that hits every spot in you that has you absolutely melting into him.
you're already feeling another orgasm blossom within you, white hot sparks that steadily become more intense with each drag of their cocks.
"i-i think i'm gonna cum." you whimper into zanka's mouth.
his hand immediately dips between you, fingers toying with your clit in fast motions. you can feel that knot that's formed within your abdomen finally burst again as you scream against his mouth.
each pulse of your orgasm feels disgustingly good with enjin tucked into your ass, walls squeezing both of them like a vice. zanka whines into the kiss too, his cock stilling as his cum fills you up.
behind you, enjin hasn't moved. he’s still buried deep in your ass, his large hands splayed over your hips to keep you pinned right where he wants you. he’s quiet, but you can feel the rhythmic, heavy thud of his heart against your spine.
the drug of your orgasm is still pulsing through your walls, squeezing him, and you feel his fingers dig into your skin as his own restraint finally bottoms out.
he just pulls back an inch and slams back in, his pace turning brutal and singular. he’s not teasing anymore. every thrust is deep enough to make your vision swim, your head lolling onto zanka’s shoulder as you try to catch your breath.
zanka whines, a soft, dazed sound as he feels the impact of enjin’s movements through your shared heat. he doesn't pull out of you; he stays right there, his eyes glazed and focused only on the way your face scrunches with every heavy hit from behind.
enjin’s grip on your waist is like iron. he’s breathing through his teeth, the mattress groaning under the weight of his final, desperate push.
when he finally cums, it’s a silent, violent shudder that racks his entire frame. he holds you tight, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he fills you up, the heat of it making goosebumps rise across your skin.
it's silence afterwards, only deep and heavy breaths that echo between the three of you.
zanka is the first to move, pulling back just enough to look at you. his face is still a mess of red, his lips swollen from your kisses.
enjin slowly slides out of you, the sudden absence of him making you ache. he pulls you off of him, zanka pulling out of you too as you're maneuvered around.
you're squished between both of them now, head tilted onto enjin's chest as zanka wraps his arm steadily around your waist.
"you still thinkin' about that guy in town?" enjin rumbles, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that travels through his chest and straight into your skull.
you let out a weak, exhausted huff, your eyes fluttering shut. "shut up, enjin."
after someone gave you a nice sweet treat while you were in town, you didn't think much of it. you popped it in your mouth and while it tasted way sweeter than normal, you didn't question it much.
but the sudden, heavy heat that rises in your stomach is almost overwhelming. your brain is foggy with lust, a disgusting need for anything, anyone to touch you.
by the time you're back at the hideout, your skin feels three sizes too small. every brush of your clothes against your thighs is making you shiver, and your breath is coming out in short, hitched pants.
you accidentally slam through the door, wide eyes scanning around the room and catching enjin's stare. he raises his eyebrows, focused on your flushed and sweaty skin.
he stands up and comes forward, but someone else's hand on your arm causes you to gasp out a moan.
you look to your left and see zanka. his face is already turning a bright, panicked red as he pulls his hand back like he’s been burned. "woah- uh, are you okay? you're burning up."
you shake your head, but the movement only makes you dizzier. your thighs press together instinctively, breath coming out in shaky pulls as the heat coils tighter in your stomach.
"i- i don't feel good," you manage, though it comes out thin and wrecked.
enjin steps closer, eyes narrowing as he takes in the way you’re trembling. "what happened?"
you sway on your feet, vision swimming. “someone gave me something,” you whisper, fingers clutching at the fabric of your shirt like it’s suffocating you. “it was sweet. i didn’t think-”
zanka reaches out again, he presses the back of his hand to your forehead to check for a fever, but the second his cool skin meets your burning flesh, your knees buckle.
a loud, needy moan rips from your throat, vibrating through the quiet room.
every second that they stand close to you has you reeling, heat pooling between your thighs. you're looking frantically between them, wanting one of them to touch you.
"p-please. i need-" you start crying, hands tearing at your shirt.
enjin's eyes on you narrow, realization creeping in. "whatever you ate was laced with something. probably an aphrodisiac."
his hands reach out and touch you deliberately, gripping onto your waist and lifting you off the ground and over his shoulder. "c'mon." he nods to zanka, who follows.
he carries you down the hall like you weigh nothing, your breath hot against his back, fingers fisting into his shirt. every shift of his shoulder between your legs makes you whimper, thighs clenching around empty air.
zanka's eyes keep focusing on the sight of your exposed skin, swallowing thickly at the curve of your ass and how it jiggles with enjin's every step.
once they get you into the back room and the door slams shut, enjin sets you down on the edge of a moth-eaten sofa.
the second you're free, your hands are back at your chest, tearing at the fabric. "too hot. please, it's too much," you sob, the buttons of your shirt popping open as you try to get the suffocating cloth off your skin.
"woah- hey! stop that!" zanka yelps, his face a violent shade of crimson as he rushes forward to catch your wrists. "you can't just- we need to find a way to flush it out of your system, not-"
but the moment his fingers wrap around your wrists, you're leaning into him, dragging his hands toward your chest.
you're crying now, the fogginess in your brain making you bold. you've wanted them both for so long, and now that they're right here, the fantasy is blurring into the reality of the drug.
"zanka, please," you moan, your eyes blown out and pleading. "just touch me. anywhere. i'm burning up."
his grip on your wrists wavers, but he doesn't pull away this time. his thumb brushes over the racing pulse in your skin, and the small, hitching sound you make in response nearly breaks his resolve.
"enjin, we-we shouldn't," zanka chokes out, his gaze darting to the older man for some kind of restraint.
enjin steps closer, his fingers brushing along your waist, teasing contact just enough to make your back arch instinctively.
the way you shiver against him makes his eyes darken, a mix of fascination and restraint flashing across his expression.
enjin’s hand slides from your waist to the back of your neck, his thumb tilting your chin up so you’re forced to meet his hooded, dark gaze.
"zanka’s right. we shouldn't," he rumbles, his voice dropping an octave, "but you want it so bad, don't you? want some release?"
you nod your head frantically, hands straining beneath zanka's grip on you. a breathless whine passes your lips, hips jutting out desperate for some kind of friction.
your clit is throbbing between your thighs, panties and shorts soaked through. both of them can see that clearly, zanka biting his lip at the sight before looking back up at you.
zanka’s knuckles are white where he’s still pinning your wrists, his breath hitching every time your chest brushes his forearms. he’s trying so hard to be the "good guy," but the lust in your eyes is making his resolve crumble in real-time.
"fuck it," enjin mutters, the sound almost lost to the humid air of the room.
he doesn't bother with the buttons you missed; he just grips the collar of your shirt and peels it back, exposing your damp, flushed skin to the cool air. you cry out at the sensation, your head lolling back against the sofa cushions.
"zanka. let go of her hands," enjin commands, his voice dropping into that low, undeniable frequency. "hold her legs instead. she’s gonna shake."
zanka obeys like a man in a trance. he slides his hands down to your knees, his palms scorching hot against your skin. he hesitates for only a second before hooking his fingers into the hem of your soaked shorts and dragging them down.
you cry out at the open air hitting your aching thighs, biting down on your lip. it's too much. you need to cum so bad.
"enjin, she’s... she’s really..." zanka chokes out, his voice cracking as he watches your hips stutter-step against the air, seeking a friction that isn't there yet.
"i know," enjin rumbles. he doesn't look away. he leans in, his heavy scent of tobacco and metal clouding your senses until you're whining into his neck. he hooks two fingers into the waistband of your lace panties and tugs them down in one smooth, ruinous motion.
the cool air hits your soaking folds and you let out a broken, high-pitched sob. "please. someone. just-"
"shh," enjin murmurs, his large hand moving to cover your mouth, muffled moans vibrating against his palm. "zanka. get in there. use your tongue. she needs to come down before she hurts herself."
zanka freezes, his face going a shade of red that looks painful. "m-my tongue? right here? with you-"
"now, zanka," enjin commands, his gaze darkening.
zanka doesn't argue again. he moves like he’s falling, his head dipping between your knees. the first time his tongue swipes across your clit, you cry out into enjin's hand. your eyes roll back, spine arching as he laps away.
his tongue is broad and wet, flatly dragging over your swollen clit until you’re sobbing into enjin’s palm, your muffled screams vibrating against his calloused skin.
his hands grip onto your thighs, forcing himself between them as he nearly bruises your skin with roughness.
whatever drug you're on sends pure lightning strikes through your body, hazy pleasure grounding you with each suckle on your clit. the wet sounds of his mouth echo out, and you and enjin stare at one another through it all.
he's smirking, hand beginning to tease at your hard nipples.
enjin’s smirk only grows as your eyes blow out, the pupils swallowing the color of your irises. his fingers twist around your nipples, rolling the sensitive buds until you're bucking against the sofa, your muffled cries becoming more frantic against his palm.
down below, zanka is losing his mind. the taste of you- sweet and laced with that drug- is coating his tongue, sliding down his throat. he can feel his own blood start to simmer, a heavy, insistent throb beginning in his own pants.
he doesn't pull away. instead, he gets hungrier. his tongue becomes more frantic, his teeth grazing your clit just enough to make you sob.
enjin notices the shift in zanka's posture: the way his shoulders are beginning to shake, the way his grip on your thighs has turned white-knuckled.
and instead of stopping either of you or leaving the room, he kisses you. his tongue grazes yours deliciously, soft whines passing your lips as he tastes the sweetness coating your mouth.
his composure finally begins cracking; his hands grip onto your waist hard, pulling you in closer. and after a few more minutes, as your high starts to reach its peak, he feels the aphrodisiac beginning to hit him too.
you're shaking against him, every small nip and suck on your clit vibrating through your entire body. and when zanka's tongue brushes harder, deeper, you're cumming hard.
you cry out into enjin's mouth, his hands holding your hips down as zanka eats you through it. he can feel every pulse of your orgasm against his tongue, pushing his head closer.
he feels the haze you feel, eyes glossy. he can't stop himself, even as you start sobbing into enjin's mouth and trying to push him away. the overstimulation is never ending, a deep coil in your tummy preparing to snap again.
enjin finally pulls back from the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting you as he looks down at your ruined face. his own composure is gone; his dark eyes are blown out, tracking the way your chest heaves.
the drug is in his system now, too. he can feel the heavy, thrumming heat in his gut, the way his own pants are becoming suffocatingly tight.
"fuck," he breathes, his hand sliding down from your chest to your hip, his thumb digging into the bone. "you really did a number on us, didn't you?"
zanka’s head finally lifts, his face a mess of spit and desperation. he looks dazed, his hair sticking to his forehead as he stares at your trembling thighs.
the drug is clearly working its way through him via your taste; he’s panting, his usual stoic discipline completely dissolved into a messy, high-voltage need.
he backs away and tugs his pants down, thick cock springing forwards and leaking profusely at the tip. his eyes are on yours now, panting as he drags the tip between your folds before dipping in.
enjin copies him, pulling his own cock out as he presses it against your lips. you open your lips and take him in with a moan, head spinning. you don't know what's real and what's not anymore.
both of them fill you up, sloppy and desperate thrusts echoing out into the empty space of the room. you're shivering from the stimulation, eyes flickering between enjin's glowing eyes and zanka's pretty lips open with soft groans.
with enjin filling your mouth and zanka buried deep between your thighs, your brain finally gives up on trying to make sense of the world.
there is only the rhythmic, brutal stretch of them-the way enjin’s cock feels like a hot iron against your tongue and the way zanka is bottoming out inside you with every frantic, shaky thrust.
zanka’s hands are shaking where they’re braced against the moth-eaten sofa, his knuckles dragging against the fabric. he’s sobbing your name now, his usual stoic voice reduced to a high, needy whine that vibrates through your entire lower half.
every time his hips slam home, he lets out a broken sound, his forehead dropping to rest against your stomach.
"m'sorry," he gasps, though he doesn't slow down. "can't... can't stop. you feel too good. please."
above you, enjin’s hand tangles in your hair, his grip firm but grounding as he pushes himself deeper into your throat. he isn't smirking anymore. his eyes are dark, blown out with a hunger that looks almost painful.
he can feel the way your throat muscles are spasming around him, the way you’re trying to take all of him even while you’re drowning in the sensation.
enjin’s grip on your hair tightens just a fraction, a silent warning as he feels his own climax starting to simmer in his gut. he pulls back just enough to look at you, his thumb swiping over your bottom lip, dragging it down to watch you drool over his cock.
"look at you," he rasps, his voice a gravelly ruin. "taking both of us like a good girl. you were born for this, weren't you?"
you can’t even answer. you can only whine, a high, thin sound that gets lost as zanka lets out a strangled cry below. his hips are sputtering, just barely leaving your pussy before slamming back in.
"f-fuck. i can't- i'm gonna-" he groans, heat engulfing your walls as he cums hard. he's gasping out, hands on your hips as every wave of pleasure washes over him.
his orgasm finally finishes washing over him, but you can still feel how hard he is inside of you. he still looks so hungry, like he hasn't gotten enough of you yet.
enjin lets out a low, guttural growl as he watches zanka’s eyes glaze over, the younger man’s head lolling against your chest while his hips still twitch instinctively.
the drug hasn't peaked yet; it’s only just starting to settle into their bones, turning their blood into liquid fire.
"we aren't even close to being done with you," enjin rasps, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw before he thrusts his cock back into your mouth, harder this time.
zanka whines, a high, needy sound that vibrates through your core. he doesn't pull out. instead, he reaches up to grab your hands, lacing his fingers through yours and pinning them to the sofa cushions.
he looks up at you, face flushed and dripping with sweat, his pupils so blown out they look like black holes.
"please," he whispers, his voice cracking. "again. i need to do it again."
enjin smirks through the haze, his hand sliding down to your throat to keep you steady as he prepares to find his own release. he catches zanka's eye. a silent, heavy understanding passing between them.
the door is locked. the hideout is quiet. and with the way the heat is still coiling tighter in all three of your stomachs, it’s clear that this isn't going to end for a long, long time.
he doesn't even wait for you to get fully undressed. he just hooks his thick fingers into the waistband of your pants and drags them down to your knees, forcing your legs wide while you're still stumbling to find your balance.
then he's just... there.
his tongue drags along your folds lazily, a teasing motion that definitely has you going wild. when your hands tangle in his hair and pull, he does not give in.
he loves teasing you, licking at your pussy until you're dripping. he doesn't stop teasing your clit until you're dripping down your own thighs, with fat tears rolling down your cheeks.
only then does he really get into it. and that's the true treasure. he doesn't just eat you out; he makes out with your pussy.
his tongue scrapes over your clit repeatedly, lapping away as you pant and moan and tug on his hair. when he sucks on it, you're nearly screaming into the open air.
he loves fingering you too, but only while he eats you out. that's when he curls two fingers into you, thrusting them against that spongy spot in you until you're a drooling mess above him.
your head's thrown against the wall, every rough brush of his calloused fingers on your burning skin a reminder that you're so very close to coming undone.
and just as his teeth nip at your clit, your orgasm finally snaps through you. you're crying out hard, his fingers still fucking you through it as you cum hard. your hips roll against his tongue, eyes lulling into the back of your head.
and when you come down from your orgasm? he wipes his mouth off with the back of his hand and leaves.
he's nonchalant, never expecting anything in return. just carrying on with his day as if he didn't make you cum so hard your head still spins even 30 minutes later.
hooking up with enjin during a mission, trying so hard to stay quiet so nobody realizes what's going on >>>>>
his big fingers are shoved deep in your mouth, saliva dripping down your chin and all over your bare tits. he's fucking you from behind, literally squishing your body against the wall.
each deeeeeep thrust of his cock is bruising your cervix, soft slams against the shoddy wall you're leaning against.
every little moan or whimper that passes your lips comes out as a hum, eyes rolled into the back of your head. he always hits that spot in you that has you cumming in minutes, and now's no different.
the thrill of your team being around, potentially catching you at any moment has you reeling into him.
you push your ass back against him, a louder noise passing your lips as his thick fingers push deeper until you gag against his hand.
"be fuckin' quiet. if you can't keep quiet, i'm stopping." he grunts lowly, voice hot and low in your ear.
you whimper softly, feeling his free hand on your hip tighten. you know he's getting close, but so are you. you want to cum so bad it almost hurts, your clit beyond touch starved.
you try to mumble a please past your lips, but his fingers block anything you could possibly say.
he knows you're trying to say it, but he just ignores you. he just keeps his same pace, hard and fast thrusts into your leaking pussy that he never seems to get enough of.
you can feel yourself climbing higher and higher, but his hips sputter and he's cumming before you get there. you let out a frustrated whimper against his fingers.
he's smirking behind you as he pulls out, tucking his cock away and helping you ground yourself. the moment his fingers leave your mouth, you flip around and give him a dirty look.
