Idea for you: Gachiakuta men + Semiu getting so overwhelmed with pleasure after an intense day of edging that their thighs shake and they start whimpering and tearing up 🙂↕️
GACHIAKUTA
men + semiu and dacryphilia + edging.
CW./ lots and lots of dacryphilia and edging, inappropriate use of vital instruments x2, semi-public sex, maso/sadist, impact play, consensual somnophilia, strap refered as cock, cockwarming, riding, footjob, face-fucking, oral (f/m receiving), cunnilingus, remote controlled vibrators, dildos, unprotected sex, asphyxiation, thigh fucking, begging, body worship, bondage, licking tears, nipple sucking, fingering, awfully written girl on girl action, hair pulling, blood mentions, finger fucking, tamsy is upside down fyi, I think that's all, lmk if I missed anything...
A/N./ anon u sent me this a month ago and I only finished now I'M SO SORRYYYYY I'M SO LAZY AND INCOMPETENT I'LL TRY BETTER NEXT TIME, I also had a really big brain fart for semiu bcs I'm terrible at writing sex with women, also do y'all think i should add regto to these, lmk!!!!
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“fuck… you're killin’ meeee…” ENJIN throws his head back, hands just out of reach of his cock, his tip leaking and thighs shaking as his hips buck into your touch. the ropes around enjin’s wrists and abdomen prevent him from touching himself, fingers just mere inches away from his cock, painfully trying in vain to touch what he can't have.
“please baby… please…” he sobs, throwing his head to the side as you wrap your hand back around him, slowly pumping up and down before your thumb rubs across the tip, sending him into a daze. “god, you're such a fucking— ah!” your thumb rubs across a particular piercing, forcing a moan out of enjin’s mouth before he can bite his bottom lip, whining pathetically.
“let me come baby, please? you've been.. a—at this… f’ hours, can barely feel ‘m legs.” you look up at enjin from where you sat in between his legs, watching him squirm and wiggle helplessly. “hmm… I dunnoooo…” you coo, watching as enjin looked absolutely helpless, like he's lost all hope. that's what really gets you going.
you lift yourself up, slowly crawling on to his lap, watching his head lift up to look at you. blonde hair stuck to his forehead, tears streaming down his cheeks and a small line of drool escaping his lips. “you're breakin’ me… see how— broken I am? for you?”
you can't help but coo, voice dropping with false sympathy as the back of your hand runs across his cheek, down to his chin before tracing the tattoos across his chest. “awh, my poor enjin. I wish I felt bad, I really did, but you've been so full of yourself that I needed to punish you.” you cup his cheek, thumb running across the rough skin. “I'm sure you know the rules already, yeah? who do you belong to?”
enjin takes a small breather, golden eyes staring into your as he nods. “you. belong to you… no one else, you own me.” fuck, you squeeze your thighs at his words, but you keep it to yourself, your thumb moving to run across his bottom lip. “you won't come home late again, will you?” he shakes his head. “you won't come home injured and ignore those injuries again, will you?” another shake of his head. “speak.”
“no! no I won't! won't ignore you ever again! I promise, I promise.” enjin gasps, whines leaving his lips as he panics at your words.
“alright, you can cum.” without warning, your hand tightly grips enjin’s cock, forcing him to choke on a moan, legs trembling and back arching as your pace grows faster, the schlick sound of his pre filling his ears. “k—kiss me, kiss mee… please…” you roll your eyes, your lips connect with his to muffle his whines.
you can tell he's close, hips bucking uncontrollably, hands clenched into fists and his breathing erratic. pulling away from the kiss, there's no thought behind enjin’s eyes as he stares up at you, “love you… love you so m—UCH!” his hips buck up one final time, spilling his cum all over your fingers and his thighs.
hopefully this'll be the last time you teach him to keep his hands to himself.
ZANKA grips his assistaff tightly. just a few more trash beasts left, then he can go home and— and… uh… what did he have to do again? a slash from riyo prevents him from becoming trash beast dinner, knocking him out of his hazy thoughts. he quickly looks up, thanking riyo for the save before he's suddenly to his knees, gasping and whining. his hand comes up to cover his mouth, sweat beginning to pour from his forehead.
the plug inside him is pressing right against his prostate, buzzing just right and hitting all those sweet spots inside him. he's about to come, but he needs to hold it in, needs to be a good boy. and just as he reaches his peak. nothing. the buzzing stops, allowing him a moment of relaxation, but also a brief feeling of disappointment.
hours pass and zanka’s back at HQ, yet he wastes no time, quickly jogging into the building and making his way towards your room. your door slams open, and there you are, resting in bed with a book and the most nonchalant look on your face. your gaze turns up, looking at zanka before a smile stretches across your lips. “zanka. you're back early.”
he's slightly bruised, but that seems to be the least of his problems as he approaches you. before he can peep a word, he's knees first to the floor, hands gripping the tiles as the buzzing starts again. “shit… don't do this to me, I can't— can't handle it…”
zanka arches his back up, gasping and writhing on the floor before the buzzing stops again, just at the edge of his orgasm. ”let me cum… please! please please please!” he sobs, tears running down his cheeks and drool leaking onto the floor. god, he truly is pathetic.
you look up from your book, staring at zanka as he shakes, hands clasped together whilst still begging for release. you sigh, reaching for the remote on the bedside table. the buzzing increases, louder, harsher and brushing right against zanka’s prostate.
his back arches up and down, spine curving and legs clenching closed, but it's zanka, and zanka obviously has the best self control right? he looks up at you from the floor, cheek smushed against the tile, eyes rolling back and teeth clenched so hard he might chip a tooth. yet you watch with mild annoyance, sighing as you close your book, legs lifting off the bed to instead sit on the edge on the bed.
“do you wanna cum, zanka?” your hand reaches for his chin, gripping it tightly to lift his face up to look at you properly. his cheeks are flushed, heavy whines and moans leaving his throat. it takes him a minute to process your words before he's nodding rapidly, arms growing weaker by the second. “then cum.”
zanka opens his mouth, yet nothing comes out, his hips stuttering and stilling, eyebrows furrowing and eyes going cross-eyed before he slowly comes down from his high. zanka looks up at you with adoring eyes, slowly smiling while more drool spills from his lips. “thank… you…”
TAMSY can feel a headache growing, but he shakes it off. he needs to sit perfectly still, needs to learn how to keep balance and control while forcibly hung upside down. you sit in front of him, tokushin in hand, fingers gently running over the yarn which held tamsy up.
tug. it tightens. tamsy bites his lower lip, staying perfectly still. his beige hair falls below him, some sticking to his forehead and temples. there's a vibrator taped right to the underside of his cock, pre-cum leaking from his tip and on to both his chest and the floor below him.
you grab tokushin by its wooden handle, twisting the instrument so it doesn't tug on tamsy as much anymore. the vibrator starts, buzzing right beneath the sensitive tip of his cock. tamsy gasps but doesn't move, chest heaving up and down, an occasional twitch here or there yet not enough to have tokushin tighten its hold on him.
he looks over at you, eyes watering and head thrown back. “trying… so hard… can't hold it.” he whines. “tamsy.” your voice scares the absolute shit out of him. he blinks away the tears, looking at you with the most adorable puppy eyes he could manage. “if you fail, we'll have to do this again, remember?”
tamsy nods in acknowledgment, a soft sob escaping him. “I… I know, just— can't hold it! augh!” tamsy’s legs shift, and tokushin tightens, sending tamsy into a feral haze as his hips buck and pre continues to spill from his tip. “tamsy!”
his whining stops, and so does the vibrator. tamsy sobs into his arm, breath shaky and cheeks flush as tears run off his temples and to the ground below. “you're so mean! so fuckin’ mean!!” he whines. “well you're the one who wanted to train, blame yourself, tamsy.” reset. grab tokushin to untighten the binds once more. and let tamsy relax.
his tip is bright red, legs shaking with the need to release and cheeks flushed from the crying. you stand up from your chair, walking towards tamsy, his face right in front of yours. you lean down, licking up the tears that ran down his face before taking a step back. “do you want to stop?” he immediately shakes his head, “no! no please…” you give a nod, making your way back to the chair, sitting down and crossing your legs once more.
the vibrator starts again, and tamsy lifts his head, but he's quick to keep to himself, keeping himself as still as possible. his gaze is everywhere but you, anywhere but the ticking clock on the wall. it feels like there's a fire burning in his veins, unable to extinguish or keep it down. his breath comes out in heavy pants, hands clenching into fists above his head.
“fuck… ah… shit, shit… can I come, please? please!!” tamsy feels his abdomen tighten, thighs clenching and sight growing blurry. “fuck, fuck… fuckfuckfuck!!” his body moves uncontrollably, back arching, legs twisting, hands grasping for nothing. tokushin reacts immediately, locking tamsy in his awkward position, unable to buck his hips up. “I'm gonna— gonna… cum!” his eyes roll back, spilling all over himself, his seed coating his upper chest and lower face, the sight lewd and embarrassing.
you sigh, disappointment evident as you write down something. gripping tokushin, you release tamsy from the yarn, his body flopping onto the floor. “third attempt failed, take a thirty minute break and we'll try again.”
it's been a long day for you and BRO, taking care of the children and killing trash beasts. you're left bruised and battered as you slump into your shared bed, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as you sink into the sheets. Bro is dead asleep already, laid out as still as a plank, breathing even and body rigid.
you softly giggle at your lover's form, burying your face into your pillow as you do so. your gaze hovers over his form, he's wearing nothing but his underwear, cloth placed on the bedside table on his side. your hand slowly reaches up, fingers starting at his broad shoulders, you feel up the dips and the curves of his skin, nails tracing over his scars.
something catches your attention, and you notice the bulge starting to grow between his legs, his body shifting, head moving to the side and his legs spreading open, almost as if he's calling out for you, begging you to touch him.
your fingers glide across skin, stopping at bro’s chest. your nails flick and slightly tug at his nipples, his back arching in to your touch, yet he doesn't wake, still snoring away as your hand reaches his v-line. you watch as he twitches, bringing his hips closer to your palm.
you start off slow, nails dragging over his bulge and feeling the wetness that already stained his briefs long ago. you squeeze, watching his breath get caught in his throat, legs tensing and hands gripping his pillow tightly.
your hands work expertly, wrapping around his covered cock and rubbing just enough to feel him twitch in your grasp. bro subtly shifts, pushing himself closer against you like he's attempting to have your hand directly on his skin, the lack of skin on skin making his sleeping form ache for you.
slowly lifting yourself up, you straddle bro’s hips, legs on either side of him. your fingers hook into the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down to reveal his leaking cock, the tip flushed red and coated in his pre. you lean down to run your lips across one of the veins on the underside, smiling as an audible gasp escapes his throat.
taking the head past your lips, you're immediately met with an uncontrollable thrust up, pushing half his cock directly into your mouth. you nearly gag on the sudden jerk up, hands placed on bro's thighs for support. blinking away the initial shock, you push yourself all the way down, lips brushing against the base of his cock and nose buried deep in his unkempt hair.
you stay like this for a few seconds, enjoying the way he was buried in your mouth before lifting yourself back up and pulling off with a pop. you can't help but admire your work, bro's cock a deep, aching red, dripping with both pre and saliva, and twitching uncontrollably as the cold air of the room brushes against it.
digging your fingers back into bro's thighs, you take him back into your mouth, your tongue teasing the tip, the salty taste of pre coating your taste buds as you continue. slowly lowering yourself back down, it's not long before bro's hand suddenly comes up, gripping your hair tightly as his hips buck up, spilling himself inside your mouth with a heavy groan.
allowing bro to relax from his orgasm, you slowly pull yourself off, some of his release leaking from the corners of your lips, although you pay no mind to it. taking a second to breathe, you lift your head up to find bro still sound asleep, dick soft and snoring away, you think you should help him sleep like this more often.
you've never seen CORVUS break, never seen him buckle or back down, never seen him lose his temper or keep his emotions out of line. but that changes when it comes to you, he gets so whiney, so desperate for you it's like he's a completely different person.
corvus sits on his knees, peppering kisses all over your bare stomach, arms gripped around your hips tightly like you'd disappear if he let go. your hands come up to grip the nape of his neck and his shoulder, steadying his form.
slowly pulling away, corvus looks up at you, gaze akin to that of gratitude, like he's grateful just to be near you, and by all means he is. you're like a goddess to him, someone who brings him back to reality, someone he can anchor himself with.
“my love.” he croaks, hands moving to hover over the sides of your thighs, an obvious bulge between his legs as he pulls away to show you. you know that look he gives you, a way to beg without using his words, without telling you what he really wants.
you cup his chin, lifting his head to fully look up at you. “words you words arkha, I can't read your mind, you know that.” corvus gulps, hands slowly crawling down to rest at the back of your thigh. “please… let me—” he stops, a rush of embarrassment going through him, swallowing nervously. “let me… grind against you, I don't deserve to taint your perfect pussy.”
a grin stretches across your lips at his words, his cheek against your thigh as he begs for pleasure. “such a good boy arkha, you may.” corvus doesn't waste a second, grinding his cock against your boot, the material of your laces just right against his clothed cock. he whines against your knee, biting his bottom lip to muffle his moans as beads of sweat already form across his forehead.
“my mistress, my perfect woman, I apologize— ngh! deeply… for misbehaving, I know— oh fuck… that you said I should be… wearing m—my choker more, and that… that I should be taking care of myself more.”
a certain thrust of his hips has corvus gasping, the lace of your shoe brushing right against his sensitive tip, pre beginning to leak through his pants and on to your boots. “m—my love, please…” he's unsure of what he's begging for, so many thoughts running through his head he's unsure of what to say first. “‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry,” his teeth bite into his bottom lip, preventing any more embarrassing words from spilling.
“stop.” corvus’s head suddenly snaps up, looking at you with wide, grey eyes, slowly halting his hips, hesitancy written all over his pretty face. you tilt your head, watching the tears as they begin to form in the corners of corvus’s eyes, his breathing heavy, chest heaving up and down.
“I'm sorry ma'am, I'm so sorry, please…” he stops again, burying his face back into your thighs, the wet patch between his legs staining his cleaners uniform. “awh, my poor arkha, you want to come so bad, don't you? feel all that tension inside you just snap, hm?” corvus nods at your words, peeking his eyes out from between your legs. “use your words arkha.”
corvus swallows, adams apple bobbing up and down before he pulls away from your legs, looking up at you with tear stained cheeks, his cock continues to leak, staining his pants. ”please, let me fuck your thighs, I need your warmth, even if I can't be inside you, I need you around me.”
smiling at his words, you nod to corvus, folding your arms as he moves up, towering over your form. ”may I?” he asks, his hands on your thighs. rolling your eyes, you step back, sitting on his desk. corvus grabs your thighs, lifting your legs to rest on his shoulder, before he's slotting his cock between your clenched thighs, already heavily panting as his hips begin to move.
it's not your pussy, neither is it the tight walls of your ass, but the softness of your thighs is enough to break corvus, watching his cock disappear and reappear between them, tip leaking and already spurting small amounts of pre.
his hands grip your thighs tightly, nails digging into your skin and forming small crescent marks, his breath hot against your legs. you watch with a smirk, the boss of the cleaners simply a mess for you, your thighs a sacred haven for him, something that deserves to be worshipped whenever he can.
you can feel corvus’s thrusts grow sloppy, messing up his rhythm with each pump of his hips. you're waiting, waiting for the words to slip from his mouth. “ah— oh, fuck. please.” you still wait, wait for him to break above you. “please. let me… come… please.” there it was, hook, line and sinker. you tilt your head, smirking up at corvus. “what was that?”
corvus whines, growing increasingly impatient, but he obeys, slowing his thrusts to keep himself steady. “please mistress, may I come?”
you chuckle, giving corvus a nod of approval. “go ahead.” he doesn't waste a second, gripping your hips to pull you in closer, his hips thrusting against yours, cock rutting between your thighs. “oh fuck— ah fuck!” throwing his head back, corvus gasps, spilling his release all over your bare stomach, and some even landing on your bra.
“thank you… s—so much… mistress.”
you and GRIS maintained a good relationship. no arguments, no fights, and barely finding yourselves disagreeing on anything. although there was always this misconception. gris was taller, hunkier, and bigger than you. and this made people assume he wore the pants in the relationship, like he was some saviour and you were simply his maiden in distress. of course it wasn't like that, honestly, it was the complete opposite.
you sat in your bedroom, one hand working on notes as the other scrolled through your laptop, taking in account what was on your screen, and gris? well he sat in between your legs, head resting on your thighs, hands desperately gripping your calves. your ignorance made him more desperate, the vibrating dildo inside him just not enough to fully get him off.
“sweetheart, please… I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it, you know that.” gris whines, pulling himself closer to you. you're not wearing any panties, and your slick cunt is right in front of him, teasing the ever living shit out of him. you look down, watching gris as he stares up at you with those puppy eyes he's mastered. lifting your pen up to your lips, you take a bite of the tip, pretending to think about your answer.
earlier, gris was seemingly flirting with one of the other cleaners, yet you knew that couldn't be true, gris was a gentleman who simply couldn't reject someone, so he let that woman flirt, let her touch him all over and down, but you could never take that lightly, so this is his punishment. the dildo inside him vibrating enough just to feel something but not enough to make him cum.
pulling the pen away, you simply shrug, going back to taking notes, the hand on your laptop coming down to curl through his hair. “hmm, I'm not sure baby, you know I don't like it when you let others do stuff like that to you.” gris whines again, leaking cock pushing against your shin, coating your skin in pre release. “I'm so sorry sweetheart, I'm so sorry! just please… please let me taste you!”
you love it when he begs, so whiny and desperate. with a sigh, you spread your legs, pulling up your skirt to reveal what gris was just so desperate for. “fine, but remember, no coming before me, that'll be extra punishment.”
gris nods enthusiastically, his hands gripping on to your thighs to pull you closer. diving into you, his tongue runs across your cunt, flicking against your clit and pushing right inside you. your hand reaches for a small remote. pushing one of the buttons, gris suddenly jolts up, feeling the vibrations inside him intense, and buzzing right against his prostrate.
he can't come, not before you, but fuck it's becoming impossible, gris can easily cum by simply eating you out, but adding these vibrations? he's already on the edge.
you feel a warmth spread across your thighs, and you turn your head to look down at gris. warm tears run down his cheeks, thighs trembling and tongue becoming sloppy as he runs his head to look up at you. you simply smile, noticing the small pool of pre-cum on the floor between his knees. “I can't do… I can't do this, I'm gonna cum baby, I'm gonna cum, I can't—” he's so desperate, desperate for both you and a release.
clicking the button on the remote once again, gris wails, pulling away from your cunt to rest his forehead on your chair, his breath heavy as his orgasm is stripped away from him. “I'm so sorry baby, m’ so sorry! please, please…” he doesn't know what he's begging for, unable to decide between stopping and continuing, all he wants is to taste you on his tongue.
gripping gris’ hair, you pull him back towards your cunt and with no hesitation, he's immediately back on you. your legs are on his shoulders, and his hands are gripping your thighs so desperately it's nearly pathetic. the vibrations start again, yet gris doesn't falter. it's not long before your legs are squeezing his head, your own release just around the corner.
one specific flick to your clit has your back arching, the heels of your foot pressing against gris’ back to push him closer. you up the vibrations, watching gris crack underneath you. your hand in his hair is his breaking point. and as you reach your limit, so does gris, coming exactly with you. he spills all over the floor, whining and gasping against your clit, your juices coating his chin and stubble.
as you come down from your high, you push your head forward, looking down at gris as he's sat between your legs. tears stain his cheeks, drool runs down the sides of his chin along with your own slick, and he looks absolutely pathetic. your hand reaches to grab his chin, thumb wiping over his swollen bottom lip. gris simply stares, barely able to think as he mutters gibberish against your skin.
AUGUST’s fingers gripped his pillow tightly as your hands wrapped around his throat, choked moans and sobs leaving his lips while your hips smack against his, his leaky cock throbbing and twitching inside your perfect pussy. “what's wrong august... can't speak?” you coo, voice dripping in false sympathy as august drools beneath you.
it was a stupid bet he made, a bet between you and gris on who could get more knockouts while out in the field. you weren't a giver, a supporter who sidelined with gris when things were gonna get extra heated. “here's a bet, you rock some shit out there and beat gris, you can choke me out for tha’ night! howsat?” august offered with a cheeky grin, constantly pointing his big fat gloved finger into your face.
the score came out to a whopping 53-47, with you in the lead you came back home in a victorious mood. and showing august your score is how he landed in this exact spot.
“speak to me baby, I can't understand you.” your tone turns condescending, hands gripping august tighter around his throat, watching him squirm as he attempts to both speak and wiggle away from you. “fuck. wanna come… please?” his head lowers, watching the way his cock disappears and reappears inside you, his thighs coated with previous releases, though it seems you've changed your mind, not allowing him any sort of relief at all.
august throws his head back, blonde hair scattered everywhere, hips bucking up and hands lifting up to grip your wrists. you stop, and august whines, panting and trembling underneath you. just as you're about to move your hips again, a knock at the door catches your attention. “yo august, got a moment?” it's enjin, seemingly annoyed and almost irritable.
you turn your attention back to your boyfriend, he's in no situation to talk, your hands wrapped around his neck, face flushed and tears running down his cheeks. “the hell you want enjin!? august ain't here right now!” you call out. “woah, sorry miss sassy supporter, need my full face fixed, it's got a hole and I'd rather not sniff any of the bad stuff through it.”
you silently groan, of all times enjin has an inconvenience it's when you're fucking the absolute daylights out of your man. clearing your throat, you wave off of the older cleaner. “well, august said he's gonna go visit alice, go bother her ass about him.” you hear enjin groan, inaudibly mumbling something before walking off.
turning your attention back to august, he's got a smug grin on his lips, tears dried yet stained as he looks up at you. “saved my ass, didn't you sugar?” giggling, you loosen your grip, pulling august into a kiss, his mouth moving desperately against yours. his hands move from your wrists to your hips, gripping tightly as they continue to work.
“you— ah, fuck! you edged me back there…!” august gasps, spit caught at the back of his throat as he hits that spongey spot inside you. raising a brow at him, august continues. “I was…— just about to cum… then enjin— ah! knocked! n’ then you stopped, it hurt so fuckin’ much…”
smiling down at august, you purr at his form, the back of your hand running down his cheek to wipe away the new tears that ran down. “awh, my august…” leaning down, you press your lips against his neck, feeling his body twitch and shake beneath you. “yer’ breakin’ me.” august whines, whimpers growing louder and tears fatter as your hips never stop slapping against his pelvis, your walls gripping him tightly like he'd leave if you let go.
“I'm about to come baby, let me? pleasepleaseplease!” he begs and begs, voice cracking against the walls as he throws his head back, waiting and waiting for your approval. “come for me sweetheart.”
and that's all it took, your hand quickly coming up to cover august’s mouth as he releases himself inside you, cock spurting endlessly and hips uncontrollably pushing himself deeper into you, milking himself for all he's worth. as august calms down, he's already melting into his pillow, snoring away beneath you, leaving you to giggle at your lover's sleeping form.
FOLLO gasps as your stocking-clad feet run up his chest, the ball of your foot pushing up against his jacket before catching the zipper between your toes, pulling it down to reveal his skinny chest. sweat runs down his skin, gasps and whines leaving his lips as the tips of your toes brush against his v-line.
“why are you so nervous, follo? I'm just touching you.” your voice is laced with false sweetness, like there's something beneath that's waiting to bite into him. he looks up at you, gasping as one of your feet slides beneath his chin, like you're feeling him up without actually using your hands.
you drag follo closer, his hands gripping your ankles to stabilize himself against you. “please stop teasing.” he whines, feeling your feet run back down his chest to slowly hovering right above his bulge. “are you seriously hard from my feet?” a cackle leaves your lips, follo’s cheeks beginning to turn visibly red, the humiliation making him even more hard.
“take them off.” follo doesn't hesitate, his gloved hands moving to unzip his pants, pushing them down to his thighs, just enough to release his leaking cock, tip bright red and dribbling with pre-cum. follo turns his head to look at you, like he's waiting for some sort of approval or praise. “‘m so hard for you, I'm aching, please fuck me.” he whines, hips lightly thrusting in the air, humping against nothing for some sort of relief.
watching the pathetic sight has you amused, the shy and quiet supporter truly does have a freaky side. you push yourself closer, the arches of your feet wrapping around follo’s cock. he gasps softly, hands moving to grip your ankles once again. “go on, fuck yourself against my feet, dog.” the name has follo’s cock twitching, his hips slowly move, allowing himself to adjust to the material of your stockings, the nylon is rough against him, creating extra pleasure against his sensitive cock.
follo slowly gains more confidence, hands now gripping your feet to keep them steady as he ruts against you, although he refuses to lift his head, refuses to make eye contact with you. he can feel his orgasm growing closer, thrusts sloppy and whines growing louder by the second.
“‘m gonna— f-fuck!” you pull your feet away, watching follo grab you to bring you back, but he's just not fast enough, his cock an angry red and coated tip to base in his slick. “n—no, wait, come back!” he wails, tears running down his cheeks and on to the floor below him.
“awh, poor follo, what's wrong baby, upset that you can't come?” your tone is condescending, venomous in sympathy as you watch follo sob into his arms. “please mistress, let m—me come, I'll be a good boy, you know that I'm your g—good boy!” he mewls. “oh follo, you are my good boy, but you remember the rules, don't you?”
he lifts his head, making eye contact with you. “always k—keep my eyes… on you.” you nod. “that's right, so let's start this over, okay?”
follo nods, watching your feet wrap around him once more. he grips the floor beneath him instead of your ankles, keeping his eyes on your own as he begins to thrust up against you, groaning as the warmth of your nylon rubs against him.
“ugh— ngh fuck… love… it so much, mistress, you make me feel s—so fuckin’ good.” follo sigh, hips slowly increasing in pace, his hips slamming against your ankles as he nears his orgasm once more. “‘m close, ‘m so close mistress. mistress, can I come? can I come please??” he's desperately begging, already broken from being denied, and even more desperate than before. “please, I've been your good boy, your only good boy!”
your finger taps your chin, pretending to think about whether to allow follo his orgasm or not. turning back to him, you simply nod, running your thumb across his cheek to wipe away the tears that ran down. “come for me baby.”
that's all it takes before follo’s wailing, hips stuttering as he cums all over your tights, cock rubbing mindlessly against your feet to milk himself for all he's worth. as he comes down from his high, follo slumps against your legs, mumbling sweet nothings and thank you’s against your legs. ”mffhh… love you… s’ much, thank you…”
SEMIU was tasked with one thing, shopping for the cleaners with you by her side. and of course when you join semiu on anything, you can never do it normally.
you're grabbing items off the shelf, a mix of ingredients and items the cleaners had asked for. semiu’s behind you, gripping the trolley handle tightly. she can feel the beads of sweat running down her forehead, quickly using the back of her hand to wipe them away.
she looks up at you, watching you ignore her, and continuing to fill the cart before you finally catch her from the corner of your eye. “semiu.” you smile, although it's not a full smile, it's something more sinister. semiu’s knees buckle, forcing her to lean against the cart. “[name]... you're real mean, sugar.” she sighs, the vibrator inside her buzzing just right against that spongey spot inside her.
“oh semiu, I'm not mean, far from it really.” you giggle, watching as semiu’s face twisted between pleasure and an attempt to hide it. you walk down one of the isles, noticing the lack of customers around. a perfect opportunity.
turning around, you grab semiu by her shoulders, pushing her up against one of the shelves. your hand gently cups her clothed cunt, feeling the hardness of the vibrator against her clit. “my god semiu, you're so fucking wet, I can feel it through through your pants.” you giggle again, fingers slowly reaching up to dip them past the waistline of her pants, your fingers teasing the edge of her panties.
“you gonna come, semmie?” the nickname has her groaning, her head nodding at your words as she brings her hand up to bite down on her knuckles, muffling the moans that left her lips.
grabbing semiu's wrist, you pull her hand away, leaning in closer before your lips meet hers in a hard kiss, teeth clashing and tongues battling for dominance. she lets you win, always has, your tongue pushing past her own, exploring every inch and crevice before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting the both of you.
you quickly look around the isle once more before grabbing semiu by the wrist and dragging her to the nearest bathroom. the door slams open, your gaze checking every corner before closing the door behind you. “c’mere.” your hands grip semiu’s shoulders once again, pushing her up against one of the sinks as your lips are back on hers.
yours hands reach for semiu’s belt, unbuckling the leather and allowing it to fall to the ground with a clank. your lips leave semiu’s, moving down her chin, to her neck, before stopping at the cleavage of her breasts.
you reach up for the zipper of her tank top, pulling it just enough for her breasts to spill out, the coldness of the bathroom hardening her nipples.
your tongue brushes across her skin, the heat sending shivers down semiu’s spine, before your lips suckle gently on her tits. semiu throws her head back, gasping at the sensation of your tongue against her sensitive skin.
your hand snakes back down to her pants, the tips of your fingers pushing past the waistband and rubbing against her sensitive clit. semiu arches into your touch, her hands gripping the sink behind her, manicured nails digging into the porcelain.
you can feel the plastic of the vibrator, pulling it away from semiu’s clit, an almost sigh of relief leaving her lips before it's replaced by a whine instead, the pleasure escaping her body. “don't worry semiu, I've got you.” your voice catches her attention, your lips off her tits and stretching into a grin below her, fingers gently rubbing her clit, coating them with her slick.
you delve your fingers into her cunt, feeling semiu clench around you as you slowly push further and further inside, before your fingers reach knuckle deep.
semiu muffles her moans against your lips, gasping with each plunge of your fingers in and out of her. “shit, you're gonna— mfh! make me… come..” you simply chuckle at her words, the noises of her slick and your thrusts growing louder with each pump, semiu’s back arching into your touch and thighs tensing up.
“that's it, come on my fingers, be a good girl for me semiu.” you hum, feeling semiu’s hands reach to wrap around your neck, nails digging into your scalp before her back arches harshly, cunt spasming around your fingers.
semiu collapses against you, whining as your fingers fish out the last of her pleasure, her body slowly relaxing as you pull out. you blink, allowing yourself to bask in the moment before a thought interrupts you. “there's probably people waiting outside to be let in.” semiu lifts her head, looking at the locked door of the bathroom, before the both of you burst into giggles.
JABBER whines as you grab him by the locs, lifting his face off the ground. he's covered in bruises and marks, blood dripping down his forehead and chin. he smiles up at you, pushing himself further against your touch. “c’mon, I ain't even feel that, hit me harder!”
you don't hesitate, lifting your foot to collide your boot against jabber’s face, watching as he flies across the room, giggling and moaning at the impact. “awh man… ‘m so goddamn hard, but I just ain't there yet.” turning around, jabber looks at you as he shifts, resting on his elbows, legs spread to reveal the erection right between his legs.
he doesn't need to speak, you already know what he wants. walking up to his form, you lift your foot, stepping directly on his cock, a loud moan leaving jabber’s throat, the roughness of your boot grinding harshly against his hard on. “oh— fuck me! goddamn girl, you really know not to hold back… huh?” he's breathless, softly moaning as he grinds himself against your foot.
you dig your sole further into him, the heel of your boot digging right against his balls, the tip of it just beneath the head of his cock. “auggnnghhh!! so— so rough… so fucking hot. need more of ya…”
fuck, he looks absolutely gorgeous, a trail of drool running down his chin, locs splayed across the ground, his mankira glinting just right against the light above the both of you. shit, you just wanna ruin him, maybe ride him until he can barely think, or perhaps peg him until the only thing he can remember is your name.
snapping back to reality, you watch as jabber continues to writhe beneath you, his pupils blown wide and his hands reaching for anything to grip before settling on the floor. jabber manages to pull from your grip, crawling away with no effort, like he wants you to capture him.
you grip jabber by the ankle, dragging him across the floor before your fingers find his jacket hoodie, pulling just enough the collar wraps around his throat, cutting off a section of his air supply. “h—holy fuck. i’m… ‘bout to come…”
your grip loosens, causing jabber’s face to splat against the floor, a groan of disappointment leaving him. “awh, come on! I was about to reach the best part!” you look down at him with an unreadable expression, a shiver running down his spine as he stares back at you. “don't look at me like that…. ‘s makin’ me feel things…”
jabber sighs, a longing in his eyes akin to obsession, he wants you so damn bad, wants you to break him and build him back up again with only your words. you say jump and he asks how high, you ask him to kill, he does so with no hesitation, he's yours, from physically to emotionally.
he slowly crawls towards you, climbing up your body like some sort of jungle gym, before he's face to face with you, his busted up face right against your untouched one. he's quick to act, grabbing you by the shoulder, his lips meeting against yours in a sloppy, unskilled kiss.
you don't hesitate to give him that attention back, “kissing you… like this— s’ enough to get me even more rock hard.” chuckling, you pull jabber away, smiling at his fucked out expression, drool running down his chin and blood leaking from his temples. “oh jabber,” you cup his clothed cock, watching him throw his head back. one squeeze and he's broken. so that's exactly what you do.
your hand is rough, gripping jabber tightly, your thumb managing to rub against the tip of his cock just right. jabber throws his head back, going cross-eyed as his hips buck up into your touch, the dampness of his release coating your palm.
jabber slowly comes back to reality, lolling his head to the side to look at you. “c’mon, give me another, until ‘m pumping out nothin’ anymore.” how could you deny him? especially when he asks so sweetly.
FUU gags as you push your fingers further into his mouth, your knuckles pushing past his swollen lips, his eyes lidded as he pushes his head further, a loud gag escaping his lips before he pulls back, heavy gasps leaving his lips as he looks up at you.
“fuu, if you can't handle my fingers, I don't think you're ready for my cock.” your spit coated fingers run across the leather of your strap, the material shining against the light above you.”
fuu’s eyes widen at your words, nonono, he's ready! he's been telling you for weeks and week on end, begging to gag on your strap for as long as he could remember. “no—no wait! please ma'am, I promise I can!”
he pushes his cheek up against your dildo, the silicone only half wet, a sign of fuu’s previous attempts. “I can take it, I promise I can.” fuu pushes himself against you, hii dangling by his side as he always has. you look down at fuu with your chin in your palm, pretending to think about what to do next.
you sigh with false annoyance, “fine, but you're not pulling away when I fuck your mouth, understand?” fuu nods curtly, a certain shine to his eyes that has you smiling at his desperateness. you unfold your legs, standing up from your chair and grabbing fuu by the back of his head, fingers curling into his white-salmon locks.
fuu looks up at you with something akin to admiration, opening his mouth willingly to take your cock into his throat, he slowly reaches the halfway mark, the furthest he's ever gotten. you allow a momentary break, letting fuu bask in the anticipation before he's suddenly pulled down, lips against the base of your cock, the tip bullying the back of his throat.
“nghg… mfhhggh— ghhh!” his voice is muffled, drool already running down his chin as his hands come up to grip your hips tightly. he slowly moves his head up, starting at the tip and pushing himself all the way back down, gagging around your cock with no shame.
he repeats, until your cock is fully coated, lips swollen once more, but as soon as he reaches the tip again, your hands stop him. fuu looks up at you, confusion on his face. your hands grip the sides of his face tightly, and fuu knows what's about to hit him, his hands leaving your hips to instead grip your wrists instead.
fuu gags and chokes as your hips begin to relentlessly thrust into his mouth, your cock bulging against his throat with each pump of your hips. “look at you fuu, my good boy, taking my cock so well, huh?” fuu can only nod slightly, gagging against your dick as you fuck his throat.
“glug—glug—glug—” the sound is beautiful, a mix of fuu’s gagging and swallowing, attempting not to drown in his own spit as you fuck him raw. fuu can feel himself growing harder at the second, his gagging turning into whining as his grinds his hard on against thin air. “well, look at that, hard from choking on my dick sweetheart?” fuu attempts to nod, but is unable to with your hands keeping him still.
your hands move up to grip fuu’s hair, slowly pulling him off of your cock with a pop, watching as strings of saliva connected his lips with the silicone.
“w—why…d— you stop?” fuu slurs, licking his lips to clean off the drool that ran down. “because I can't have you coming just yet.” fuu whines at your words, slowly sneaking his hand down to rub against his clothed cock. “please.. please…"
your fingers tighten around his locks, slightly lifting him from his knees to pull him closer against you. “do you deserve it?” you hum, voice dripping with dominance, watching fuu tremble from your touch. he nods frantically, cheeks flushed as he begs. “yes! yes! I deserve it, I've been so good, listened to you… I've done everything you want, please!”
pushing fuu back to his knees, you slightly loosen your grip on his hair, lining up your cock to his lips. he sticks his tongue out, allowing you to slap the tip against it before unexpectedly shoving it entirely down his throat.
fuu desperately gags against the silicone, hands moving back to your thighs for support. “nghnn! mghh—fhhggnn!” he groans, letting his throat relax as you brush right against the back with harsh thrusts.
he can feel his orgasm peeking just right around the corner, his groans becoming desperate whines with each thrust of your hips. fuu tightens his grip on your thighs, index tapping against them, indicating his nearing. you watch fuu with a smirk, tears forming in his eyes once again before they run down his cheeks.
you don't stop, instead going faster, watching fuu’s eyes widen with each gag of his throat. “mghh! mffgghh—aahh!” fuu pulls off of you, head throwing back as he comes in his pants, his legs trembling beneath him. “ffuucckkkk… throat hurts… so much….” he whines, voice rough and lips swollen.
your hand grips his chin, lifting his face to face yours. “you've done such a good job, I think you deserve an even better reward.” before fuu could answer, you're gripping him by the wrists, lifting him up and against the wall, wrapping his legs around your waist.
”w—wait! ‘m still se—sensitive!” he cries out, although it's ignored as your fingers grip the waistband of his pants, pulling them down to just to his thighs, the tip of your cock pressing against the entrance of his ass.
let's just say that cthoni left you a complaint the morning after about too much noise.
BUNDUS watches in horror as the bottom of your scepter slams against the ground, the vital instrument humming with life. Hands floating still above him, its fingers twitching with ache to grab something. “you said you wouldn't.” his voice comes out shaky. you simply shrug, slamming the scepter down once more.
hand two and six fly towards you, hovering just close enough to touch the material of your raider outfit. “m sorry bundus, but I just got too curious.”
that was hours ago. bundus, a once fine and outgoing man, now lay on the ground, prompted up to his knees and face smushed against the ground. the thickness of hand two’s fingers plunging into him and stretching him with each thrust, and hand six wrapped tightly around his cock, the double stimulation making bundus go cross-eyed.
you leaned against one of the chairs within the room, scepter still in hand, and watched every twitch, arch and sweat of bundus’ body. “this is h—highly… inappropriate.” he attempts to speak. yet the overflow of drool slurs his words.
“it is, yes. but when have you ever cared about anything appropriate.” you shrug your shoulders, a smug smirk tugging at your lips as hand two thrusts knuckles deep, hitting straight against bundus’ prostate while hand six rubs gently against his leaking tip.
your fingers tighten around your scepter, hand two suddenly increasing in pace, while hand six pulls away from bundus’ cock, the hardened fingers moving to shove past his lips, the taste of his slick pushed against his tongue.
“I'll do what I want with Hands. and right now, I'm enjoying you in this state.” you stand up from your chair, pulling hand six away from bundus, the prosthetic fingers coated in his saliva. hand two continues its pressure, pushing itself deeper into bundus, the outline visible against his broad stomach.
“this is a sight I could get used to.” you giggle, a maniacal look on your face as bundus attempts to regain his self respect, yet it's useless, and he hates to admit it, but hand two just feels too good inside him. “uh-uh-uh, no coming yet bundus.” hand two begins to slow its pace, thick fingers resting inside bundus.
his whines echo off the walls, yet you skip over that, an idea creeping into your mind. you step forward, standing right in front of bundus’ kneeled form, fingers tapping against the scepter.
“fuck yourself against hand two.” what? you can't be serious, it's already humiliating getting fucked by your own vital instrument, but fucking it yourself, that's a whole new low for bundus. “did I stutter?” your words snap him from his thoughts, watching your fingers tap and tap, like a clock ticking down.
bundus swallows thickly, slowly pushing himself up from the ground, feeling hand two adjust inside him. he hesitates, looking up at you with puppy eyes, yet you don't seem to flinch nor back down. swallowing again, bundus begins to move his hips, lifting himself up before slamming down against hand two's fingers.
it's embarrassing, an act of shame, yet he just couldn't stop, each slam of his hips creating louder and louder moans, hand two filling him up just right. “I'm a—about to cum, please ma'am, may I?”
his thick accent slurs, hands and knees trembling with each bounce of his hips. you smile in amusement, enjoying your co-worker fuck himself against his vital instrument. “you may.”
bundus lets out a moan of either relief or pleasure, most likely both, as his hips don't stop, finding just that right angle before his back arches up, climax washing over him as he spills across the floor.
you tap your scepter once more, hand two pulling itself out, leaving bundus empty yet aching for more. you kneel down, wiping nonexistent dust off bundus’s jacket. “I think we should do this more often.”
ZODYL shifts in his seat, watching the TV infront of him, although he's barely able to concentrate, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, legs draped on either side of his thighs, and your pussy squeezing him so tightly he's unable to think properly.
he knows he's not allowed to move, not allowed to touch, only a light, gentle caress on your thigh. you've got a book in your hand, something you picked up from a raid that piqued your interest.
you squeeze tighter, and zodyl sucks in a breath, feeling his composure break every second you're around him. you'd suggest this as a sort of… bonding ritual, with zodyl being so busy with raider work, you barely found yourself within the bedroom, so you suggested this, something called… cockwarming? whatever the it was.
zodyl could barely keep it together, hearing you flip the pages of your book that definitely had you uninterested, but you truly can never deny an opportunity to break zodyl in. his grip on your thigh tightens, hips shifting in hope to get some sort of stimulation.
your head turns, not fully, but just enough for zodyl to halt his movements. “is this your way of torturing me?” zodyl’s deep voice interrupts your thoughts, raising a curious brow at the leader before smiling in content. “perhaps, or maybe I just enjoy seeing you squirm, knowing you obey my every command.” you wiggle your hips just enough, his cock growing more comfy inside your walls.
“you're going to break me.” he sighs, feeling his cock twitch, light bursts of pre-cum escaping his tip. “maybe that's what I want.” you giggle, the sound of your book closing echoing through zodyl’s ear.
lifting yourself up, you stare at zodyl beneath you, your hands resting on his scarred shoulders. “I wanna see you squirm zodie, wanna see you break and beg.” your nails drag against his skin, tracing over the scars, gliding up his neck and cheek before stopping at the silver that adorned his ear.
zodyl sighs against your touch, humming gently with each caress and whisper of praise from you, your touch nearly sending him overboard as you suddenly squeeze his cock against. “don't tease me.” he's demanding, although his words are empty, he knows you're the one who's truly in control.
“I'll do what I want zodie.” leaning in, you wrap your arms around his shoulders once more, breasts pushed against his upper chest, your cleavage nearly against his face. “I think I've punished you enough.” you steady your hips, lifting yourself from zodyl's cock, so that only his tip remains inside.
“fuck me zodie, fuck me like you mean it.” zodyl doesn't waste a second, broad arms wrapping around your waist before his hips slam up into you. you throw your head back, his cock hitting that certain spot inside you with each thrust.
”oh… fuck! that's it zodie, such a— agh! good boy!” your voice is interrupted by moans, mingling in with zodyl's own loud grunts and slight whines. at your praise, zodyl tightens his arms around you, his hips increasing in pace.
he's hitting that sweet spot every time, making you dizzy with need as you can feel your orgasm already down the corner. “I'm about… I'm about to cum zodie, you know the rules… r—right?” zodyl simply nods at your words, arms moving down your waist to instead grip your hips instead.
“hah— hah…” zodyl can barely form a sentence, your pussy's just too fucking good, milking his cock with each thrust of his hips. he knows he can't cum, but he's just so close. your head throws back, nails digging into zodyl’s shoulders as you come around his cock, squeezing him for all his worth.
zodyl holds back his own orgasm by mere inches, feeling like he's about to blow any second. you look down at his trembling form, and although he doesn't beg verbally, you can see it in his face, the way it twists and turns.
you think to yourself for a moment, should you really let him come? he looks so pathetic like this, the big bad boss of the raiders pussy drunk off you. finally deciding, you lift yourself off his cock, his tip red and pulsating, drops of pre sliding from his tip.
“I don't think I've ever seen you like this zodie, were you about to come inside me?” you coo. zodyl hesitates for a second, watching you with precision before nodding his head. you laugh in his face, fingers moving the sweaty hair that stuck to his forehead. “you know you're not allowed.”
he nods again, watching you wrap your hand around his cock, his leaky tip throbbing against your touch. “look at you zodie, you're so sensitive, but I can't let it go to waste." you lean down, taking the tip of his cock into your mouth. zodyl immediately bucks his hips up, one hand coming up to grip your hair as your nose touches right against the hair of his pelvis.
his hips twitch, spurting cum out in ropes right into your throat. you take it with ease, swallowing each gush that left him before pulling away and slumping against the worn out couch. “I didn't know you were that close, but don't worry zodie, I'm not done just yet.”
