When he's a golden retriever in public but anything but that in bed
He's always had a personality in the public of oh he's too sweet and charming, the golden retriever, cutie who helps old ladies cross the street, the one who crams his girlfriend's family members names and birthdays, the one who carries all your shopping bags and never let's you lift a finger, who takes you out on dates to celebrate any achievement, who drives you everywhere. He's the perfect text book golden retriever boyfriend in public but in private it's a whole different story
When he has you face down in the bed sheets crying from over stimulation as he plows back and forth into you whilst you're shaking and barely staying up on your knees if not for his hands keeping you on your knees and arching your back perfectly so he can fuck your cunt just how he wants.
"S'too much" you slur out whilst squeeze the sheets beneath you to get a sense of stability "sorry love it's just that you look so good today─ and everyone kept looking at you and nngh fuck" he rasps when you squeeze around his swollen cock, the compliments going from your head all the way to your cunt.
Nobody would think that it's your boyfriend who couldn't hurt a fly that has his hand squeezing the fat of your hips and fucking up into your ass and rearranging your guts.
"S─shit right t─there" you whine while he pistons into your with his balls slapping against your clit driving you crazy, every thrust sending closer and closer over the edge.
The sheer size of him overwhelming you backed with how many times he's made you cum has tears running down your face and ruining your makeup
"S──so tight, all mine fu─ck... No one else mine mine MINE nghh" he's so fare gone after going about this for hours his cock twitching inside you.
"I'm gonna, I'm c─cum─" you cry into the pillow body shuddering all over, eyes rolling back hips snapping back into his cock, spasming and gushing all over his cock. Finally you felt his cum flowing deep into you fill you up to the brim the frothy mix of both of your releases forming a ring at the bottom of his dick.
Still recovering from the high you notice he hasn't stopped moving in you, his cock is still going at that punishing pace, like he doesn't even realize he's still fucking you and talking to himself in a daze "ah fuck so good baby , too good your pussy feels too aghh"
Synopsis: first time going raw and he’s addicted to the feeling
feat: enjin, tamsy, gris, zodyl x afab!reader (individual)
Content: unprotected sex, dirty talk, size kink, rough sex, doggy style/prone bone, manhandling, choking (Tamsy), mean dom!tamsy, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, pússydrunk men, mating press (Gris), not pulling out, breeding kink, husband!zodyl, husband!gris, marathon sex (Zodyl), I hope is didn’t forget anything and I apologize if I did!
master list -- here w/c -- 3.1k (average 750 each)
♥︎ —enjin
“W-what?!”
Enjin sputters, doing a double take at your request. He wasn’t quite sure if he heard you correctly or if he was mind was just trying to play tricks on him. Because there was no way you could’ve possibly said what you just said. But deep down, he hoped like hell he was right.
“I said that next time we have sex. I don’t want to use a condom,” you repeat. Your boyfriend stiffens, and a deep flush coats his cheeks. Almost as if you just slapped him when making your wicked request. Were you trying to kill him? Based on your sly smile, Enjin is truly beginning to believe that you’re nothing but trouble disguised as a vixen. That’s what it had to be.
“G-goddamn woman,” Enjin exhales shakily. His clothes were suddenly very constricting. He tries to suppress a groan when his cock throbs, pressing uncomfortably against his thigh. “Can’t just go around saying shit like that so casually. You even know what you’re asking—“
“Oh I’m well aware…” You teasingly trace your hand down his chest. “But I said what I said~”
Enjin’s restraint snaps, and he all but pounces on you. His mouth is on yours, hot and desperate. His hands are rough and needy, pulling at your clothes and groping wherever he can while he backs you into the bed. You fumble with his belt, and Enjin quickly kicks off his slacks. You’re just as impatient as he, already trying to pull his cock from his boxers.
“Fuck—wait a min,” Enjin pants, his hot breath against your skin as he grabs your hands. He pins them above your head, and you whimper. “Shit, babe. One sec—need to stretch you out first, and—oh fuck—“ He hisses through his teeth as you roll your hips, pressing your sweet, bare cunt against him.
“Enjin, don’t care about that,” your words slur. You hook your heels around his waist to try to bring him closer, where you’re aching to have him. “Just hurry it up already. Need you inside now.”
Enjin shudders. “Tch. Dammit.” He frees his cock from the waistband of his boxers. You practically salivate at the sight of his length. Thick and an angry red at the tip with pre drooling down the side. It’s like he was suddenly bigger than before. Then again, he was always a shower to begin with.
Fisting himself a few times, Enjin presses his tip against the entrance of your puffy folds, already glistening and wet with your arousal. “Since you won’t let me prep you,” he grunted. Enjin lets a glob of spit fall from his lips. You shiver as it lands on your clit. “Such an inpatient ass brat.”
You gasp as he tries to prod himself forward. The puffy lips of your pussy flutter and try to suck him forward. “Enjin, please!”
“Yeah yeah. Don’t need to beg princess.” Enjin kisses his teeth, letting out a shaky laugh. “It’s all yours anyway.”
The first thick inch of his cock stretches through your walls, and Enjin could nearly cum on the spot. Without the condom restricting him, your cunt feels downright heavenly around him. Was your pussy always this warm and gooey? And oh fuck—you were damn near suffocating his cock with how you clenched around him.
“Holy shit…you’re gonna snap my dick off, squeezin’ me like that,” Enjin groans.
“Ack-Enjin!” You gasp, back bowing off the bed. “S’too much. Y-you’re too—“ When you twist away, Enjin folds one of your legs over his shoulder and urges his hips forward trying to ease the next few inches in. You bite back a squeal when the bulbous head kisses against your cervix.
“Aht. Don’t go tapping out on me now. I ain’t even all the way in yet.” Biting his lower lip, Enjin grips your hips and with a final thrust, sheathes himself the rest of the way. His cock was already throbbing. He was damn near ready to blow his load just from feeling you without the condom alone, which would’ve been embarrassing if it didn’t feel so good.
“Fuck.” Enjin lets out a low moan. He moves slowly, dragging his length back and forth, the thick ridges of the veins running down the side massaging against your quivering walls. You cunt spits out more of your sweet arousal, a ring of messy white coating the base of Enjin’s cock which he shoves back in with a mean snap of his hips. He presses so deep it leaves you gasping. And then he’s moving, each stroke becoming progressively harder and faster than the last.
“You feel so amazing,” Enjin grunts. He sloppily kisses your lips to drink up your squeals when his cockhead bullies against your g-spot, causing you to clench around him as your orgasm rocks through you. And Enjin’s so far gone that his orgasm sneaks up on him. Before he can even think about pulling out, he’s cumming hot, thick ropes of white, making a mess in your cunt.
“Shit.” His hips stutter through the overstimulation, trying to fuck his release deeper, filling you to the brim with him. “Never using a damn rubber again. This pussy’s too addicting.”
♥︎ —tamsy caines
“Hah—shit,” Tamsy’s breathy grunts fill your ears. The sweaty strands of his long hair stick to his forehead as he pumps his cock in and out of your gummy walls. You keen against him, tears brimming against your eyelashes. But Tamsy grabs you wrists, pinning them behind you to hold on for leverage. “Stop squirming,” he hisses.
“But Tamsy~” your words slur, delirious from the way his length continues to stretch and fill you. Your boyfriend has you pinned beneath him, hips pressed flush against your ass. In this position, the stretch of his cock feels impossibly deeper, making your toes curl. And without the condom, his throbbing length seems to nudge all your most sensitive spots. “Y-you’re too…ah…T-too deep.”
At that, Tamsy laughs.
“Too deep?” He wraps a firm arm around your waist while keeping another hand on your wrists. “No, my love. I don’t think I’m deep enough-“
You squeal into the pillows as Tamsy suddenly rams into you hard. It steals your breath when the mushroom tip bullies against your cervix with each deep stroke. Your fluttering walls quiver in response.
He traps you under his body weight. And no matter how much you push and whine against him, your weepy cunt continues to suck him in each time Tamsy ruts into you, letting out an obscene squelch whenever his hips connect.
“T-there we go,” Tamsy pants. Dipping his head into the crook of your neck, his breath tickles against your skin. His hand snakes up your body before wrapping around your throat. He squeezes ever so slightly at first, just enough to make you gasp.
“Just look at how well you’re taking me. Heh. You say it’s too much, but your body betrays you, my love.” Tamsy lets out a low his, scrunching his eyes shut as he stutters, “Your damn cunt’s trying to suck me dry, and every time I fuck against that sweet spot of yours, you tighten just a bit.”
You shake your head, but Tamsy’s hand squeezes tighter around your throat. “S’not true!” You babble, beginning to feel lightheaded. “I’m…ah, fuck. N-no…i-it’s not—“
“No?” Tamsy bemused. His grip tightens—chokes—making you cry out. “Then why are you still making such a fucking mess on my cock, huh?”
Your arousal coats his length in a filthy ring of white. Your weepy cunt damn near gushes around him when his hips snap back in, dripping down onto your thighs and the sheets below. It’s messy where you two connect, your arousal mixing with his precum, smearing down Tamsy’s cock each time his hips snap against yours.
Your puffy lips fluttered around his hard length, your slick release allowing him to slide back in with ease again and again and again.
“F-fuck…Tamsy, I’m gonna—“ you whimper.
“Go on. Cum.”
Eyes rolling back, your release hits you with such force it leaves you gasping. Your clit throbs and your entire body goes slack under Tamsy, who swears under his breath. He buried himself all the way to the hilt inside you when his orgasm hit and it hit hard.
His dick pulsated with each subsequent spurt of cum, his balls throbbing in almost relief to finally be emptying themselves. His hips still as he emptied inside you, pinning you to the mattress, or perhaps it was his strength finally leaving him.
You could feel his release trickle down your ass and thighs, over spilling from your overstimulated cunt. As you try to catch your breath, blinking the stars out your vision, Tamsy shifts ever so slightly. His lips press against the back of your throat, more gentle than he had been all night.
“Sorry for my roughness,” he murmurs. “Are you alright, angel?”
“I’m fine…just…holy shit…” Your response is met with an impassive sounding hum from Tamsy. You don’t think much of it, only focusing on how your hips ache in a good way, and that you’re exhausted.
“Good.” Suddenly, Tamsy flips you on to your back side. You blink up at him in surprise, taking in his flushed face and noticed the way his long hair had fallen out of its usual style and the strands stuck messily against his sweaty face. The thick head of his cock prods against your entrance once more, twitching to attention in his palm as he guides himself through your walls once more.
Already, he was hard again.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Tamsy says a bit breathlessly, his vision somewhat glassy. “You don’t have to do anything. Just take all of me.”
♥︎—gris rubion
“L-love, w-wait a minute.”
Gris’s breath hitches and then a low moan leaves his lips when you sink down on his cock—without a condom. He swears, trying and failing to keep his hips from bucking upwards in attempts to sheath himself deeper into your womb. You steady yourself by placing your hands on his shoulder, gritting your teeth as you take him further inch by inch.
“W-wait!” Gris gasps. He finally pulls himself together and grips your waist to stall your movements. “I’m n-not wearing any protection.” His Adam’s Apple bobs with a nervous swallow. Fuck. Did your pussy always feel this snug? You weren’t even seated all the way, still struggling to get his cockhead to breach past your gooey walls.
“So?” You reply. You roll your hips, grinding against Gris’s pelvis. He hisses, hands firm as they try to stop you.
“So, if we’re not careful, you could get pregnant, and—“
“So?”
Gris gawks at you. He tries to sputter out some half assed excuse, but you could see right through them. After all, you felt the way his cock grew harder at your words. It’s girthy base swelling try and mold your cunt into its shape. The stretch was delicious.
“You wanted to be a dad, right?”
“Y-yes.” Gris swallows. His fingers twitch, itching to grab you. “B-but we said that it would be better to wait—“
“Well, I changed my mind.”
“A-are you sure? D-don’t just say this on my account.”
“Not at all,” you interrupt, pulling him down by his collar so your lips brush. “I want a baby, Gris. Please?”
Gris kisses you before you could finish your sentence. In the same breath, he grabs your hips and slams you down on his cock until your pelvis hits his. The scream is lodged in your throat, stopped by the kiss.
“Well, if that’s what my wife wants,” he chuckles breathlessly. “Who am I to deny her request?”
Gris flips you on to your backside. You gasp in surprise. Grabbing the nearby pillow, he settles it underneath your hips. But his gentlemanly behavior is short lived, because once he ensures you’re comfortable, he has you folded in half the next second.
“Ack-Gris!” Tears clung to your eyelashes and your stomach constricted in delicious pleasure as Gris pushed your legs further against your chest into a mating press. Your husband groans, dipping his head into his valley of your breast.
Any slight breath and you could feel him nudging impossibly deeper. His cock stretched you to the brim, pressing against your womb for your lover to feel. Your pussy struggled to adjust to the girth, trying to suck him further than what was even possible. The stretch of him burned, the veins on his length dragging along your walls.
“Shit—“ Gris swears. “You want me…to fill this pussy up…” He kisses your cheek which was streaked with tears. “You want that, right? Want me to pump you full of my cum? Fuck a baby into you?”
“Y-yes!” You gasp. “P-please. W-wanna make y-you a daddy.”
“Make me a daddy, huh?”
Fuck, did he like the sound of that.
The weight of Gris’s body pressed you into the mattress as he pumps his cock in and out of your cunt. His hips almost frantically rut against yours, trying to drag his weepy cock as deep as he could through your plush walls. The thickness of his length and the blunt tip of his cock head worked in tandem to have you seeing stars as he stretched you out in all the best ways.
Gris groans. “S-shit. G-gonna cum, Princess. Gonna—fuck—make you a mommy.”
He squeezed your hips, driving himself deep as he cums thick ropes into your womb. The intensity rocks his body. His hips stutter forward, causing him to sink to his forearms. You let out a low moan.
The uncomfortable position has your abdomen constricting with pleasure. Your cunt throbs, the hot globs of Gris’s release leaking out your hole when he pulls out. There is a dull ache in your thighs, though you don’t hate it.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Gris asks, kissing your cheeks. One of his hands caress down your body, squeezing where he’d been a bit too rough. He’s gentle when he touches you.
“I’m fine,” you pant.
“Then, you’re good to go for another round?”
“H-huh?”
Gris grins. “Obviously, we have to make sure it sticks.” He wraps your legs around his waist, his grip tight on your thighs. “So you aren’t leaving the bed until I’m sure you’re knocked up.”
♥︎— zodyl typhon
Zodyl was mean.
You told him as much, and multiple times at that, babbling incoherently as tears licked your cheeks. Not that your whines or insults deterred him from drilling into you. Or from you cumming for the nth time.
“Hmm, tell me, what number was that?” Zodyl mused. You’re gasping underneath him, your pussy quivering and sloppily leaking your own release, making such a mess on his cock and the sheets. “I seem to have lost count.”
“A-ah..Zodyl please..” you’re overstimulated, legs trembling around his waist. Your swollen clit throbbed, it puffy from Zodyl teasing it with that wicked tongue of his earlier. “C-can’t cum anymore…y-you’re gonna break me.”
“Break you?” Zodyl laughed. “Please, you’re far more resilient than that, my love.” He pulls out his throbbing length, intentionally dragging it against your sensitive walls. His own cum leaks from the head, having just stuffed you with another load. Though he didn't seem the least bit exhausted. “After all," Zodyl continues, "I’ve trained this pussy to take me.”
Zodyl flips you onto your hands and knees. Your arms wobble and bend, causing your back to arch even deeper. A low whine leaves your lips when Zodyl sheathes himself to the hilt, pressing against your cervix. He bites back a groan. He could feel himself throb, his already sensitive cock spitting out more globs of cum as you squeeze around him.
But Zodyl continues to push through his own overstimulation, intent on drawing out your own pleasure.
“Shit…there you go…” the man chuckles. “And look. You’re just eagerly sucking me back in.”
You fist the sheets. It’s as if your body is hypnotized by the stretch and feel of his cock, even more so without the condom. Your hips move against your will, trying to snap back against his to take more. Zodyl slaps your ass for doing so.
“Did I give you permission to move?”
“M’sorry,” you babble. “I-it’s jus’…f-feels so-ah.”
“Use your words,” Zodyl tsks. He takes a fistful of your hair, his fingers digging into your scalp. “You know I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”
He tugs harder, making you moan. “Please, Zodyl! Fuck—move. N-need…need to cum.”
Zodyl shoves your face into the pillows.
“Now you need to cum after just telling me you couldn’t?” An amused grin tugs at his lips. “But who am I to deny my wife’s request? I wouldn’t be fulfilling my husband duties otherwise.”
Gripping your hips, he begins to fuck back into you with the same, relentless pace, giving you little time to adjust to his size. The thick girth of his shaft threatens to split you open. The blunt head of his veiny length reaches the deepest parts of your womb. His heavy, aching balls nudge against your clit as he ruts against your ass, rough and needy.
Each time, there is an obscene squelch where you both connect. The sound is filthy and equally messy, your thighs slick with your own arousal and Zodyl’s cum aiding his frenzied thrusts against your ass. And fuck if Zodyl wasn't addicted to the feeling of you. His grip is bruising as he frantically chases his release, sweat clinging to his hair and pulling the strands from their usual slicked back style.
One of his thumbs finds your clit, teasing it with that slow, fluttering touch of his that makes your toes curl. Tears cling to your eyelashes as each punishing stroke kisses against your cervix, stringing you along until the pressure of your release winds so tightly that it snaps. You cry out Zodyl's name as you cream around him, your body going slack against the bedsheets.
As your cunt squeezes around him, Zodyl lets out a low moan. His thrusts grow sloppy and unrhythmic before he pins you to the mattress with his weight. His hips still as he fills you to the brim, making your eyes roll back.
“Fuck, good girl,” Zodyl groans in your ear. His lips press against the back of your neck, making you shiver.
“Y-you’re so mean,” you whimper. “I can’t feel my legs.”
“Hmm, you say that, but you got several orgasms thanks to this “mean” man.” Zodyl gathers you into his arms and carries you to the bathroom, setting you on the edge of the tub. He turns the handle to run the water. Before he leaves to go back to your shared room to grab you fresh clothes, he gives you a smug grin.
“And I’m not doing my due diligence as your husband if I don’t leave your legs shaking.”
You didn’t mean to hear it — but you did. He’d muttered something about not being able to stand needy women. It hit you harder than expected. Fine, he wanted space ? Then he’d get a taste of indifference.
When you walked past him without a flinch, he froze for a second. The smirk returned fast. “What, you mad or something ?” You just met his eyes — then deliberately looked away. The silence stretched.
He followed you, pretending not to care. “You’re seriously not gonna talk ? Fine. Play your game.” His voice cracked slightly. You ignored him. He wasn’t used to being invisible.
That night, a knock on your door. “…You’re awake ?” His voice was softer, stripped of bite. You didn’t answer. He leaned against the frame. “I said some stupid shit earlier. You weren’t supposed to hear it. You don’t drain me. You… keep me from going quiet myself.”
Your hand twitched on the handle but didn’t turn it. He muttered, “It’s not funny anymore… I don’t like when my girlfriend goes quiet.”
The next day, he stopped in front of you. “Seriously, don’t mess with that.”
“I won’t talk until you admit what you did wrong.”
“I was an idiot,” he admitted. “Saying all that crap about needy people… I need you. Always. Everything slows down when you’re not there.”
You softened. “You could’ve just said that.”
“I’m not great at words. But I mean it — you make everything feel less empty.”
You stepped closer. “Then don’t push me away again.”
“I won’t,” he said, holding your hand. “You’re stuck with me now. Twenty-four seven.”
Zanka
When Zanka called you annoying, you decided to give him the silent treatment. He tried to ignore it — keyword : tried.
At first, he grinned. “Oh, a little shy, are we ?”
Then came the pacing. By the third ignored comment, he was visibly irritated. He started slamming things just a bit too loud. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t realize people couldn’t hear today,” he muttered under his breath. You saw through it — he was desperate for a reaction.
By dusk, the composure cracked. “Alright, that’s it. You win. Just — talk to me again.” His tone was sharp, but the edge was worry, not anger. “It’s weird when you’re not yelling at me. It’s too quiet.”
You kept your cool, though the warmth in your chest gave you away. He sighed. “Next time you want revenge, trip me. It’s faster.”
“I’ll remember that,” you replied. The sound of your voice made him exhale in relief.
“Did I really throw off the balance that badly, honey ?” you teased.
“Yes,” he said simply. “Your chaos makes the silence feel right when it finally comes.” His gaze softened. “Don’t do it again. It felt like walking into an empty room.”
You smiled. “Promise. You need your chaos, right ?”
“Exactly,” he muttered, taking your hand. “Now let’s go be loud somewhere.”
Tamsy
Tamsy noticed your silence immediately. He didn’t panic, but concern crept across his face. “Hey… you good ? Did I do something ?” You stayed absorbed in your task.
He didn’t hover, just stayed nearby, observing you quietly. His eyes followed your movements, calm but worried. Hours passed. He scribbled a note and slid it under your door: Are you okay ? I’m worried. Please talk again so I know you’re not hurt.
You stifled a laugh. A few minutes later, he appeared at the doorway, hands clasped, posture tense but controlled. “There… you laughed.” Relief softened his features. He didn’t rush in; he just waited, giving you space while letting you see the depth of his care.
You looked up at him, heart lighter. “I’m fine,” you said softly.
His lips curved into a gentle, slow smile. “Good. I just… I don’t like worrying like that. Makes me feel useless.”
You stepped closer. “You’re not useless, Tamsy. You just care too much.”
He nodded, eyes sincere. “I can’t help it. I need to know you’re okay. I’d do anything to keep you safe.”
You let him reach out, fingers brushing yours. The warmth spread slowly, the tension dissolving. “Promise me you won’t disappear when things get quiet,” he said.
“I promise,” you whispered.
Gris
Gris usually gave you space, but this was different. Your silence wasn’t peaceful — it was distance directed at him. He searched for signs, small gestures, anything to gauge your mood. When nothing came, he grew quietly anxious.
By the second day, the tension was almost physical. That night, he found you in the hallway. “…If this is about me crossing a line,” he said, calm but heavy, “you could’ve just told me. I need honesty.” His voice was low, not angry, just cautious. “I thought maybe I finally said something that drove you away. You can be honest with me. I can take it.”
You realized he wasn’t confused — he was hurt. He had taken your silence as real rejection, the kind that could make you leave. Slowly, you reached out, brushing his sleeve. “Gris, it was just a joke. I’m sorry for making you feel that way.”
He exhaled, shoulders easing fractionally. His eyes softened, the tension in his chest melting. “Good,” he murmured. “Didn’t want to lose your voice too. Don’t do that again.”
You stepped closer. His gaze stayed on you, steady and warm. “I won’t,” he whispered. “You’re too important to me to ever be ignored like this.”
Jabber
At first, Jabber found your silence hilarious. “Ohhh, the silent treatment thing, huh ? Bet I can last longer than you !”
He was wrong. Hours later, he was dramatically collapsing on the floor. “Your silence is killing me ! Pay attention to me !”
Eventually, the chaos faded into genuine worry. He leaned against the wall beside you, voice quieter than ever. “Seriously, I can’t deal with this. I need your voice. Even if it’s to call me an idiot. It’s creepy when you’re quiet like this.”
You finally looked at him. “You’re an idiot, Jabber.”
His face lit up instantly. “Yes ! I know ! Say it again !”
You laughed softly. “You’re a chaotic, loud idiot who needs to learn to give people space.”
He grinned, eyes warm. “I won’t do it again. I just… I’m not good when you’re not around.”
He pulled you into a quick hug, messy and sincere. “Okay ! Now that we’re talking, we have so much noise to catch up on !”
𓏲𝄢 𓈒 embarrassing moments during sex !! ◞ ft. gachiakuta guys + fem! reader
꒰ ˚ ₊ gris ♡ིྀ ꒱
after a long night of gris fucking you into the mattress, his warm hands planted firmly on your hips from behind, the two of you were completely spent. so, it’s only natural that the two of you fell asleep like that; gris still holding you tight, and his cock still buried deep, even as you both snore away. when morning rolled around, you’d assume gris would just pull out and start his day, right? well, no. because he’s in a bit of a.. predicament. he’s stuck. through the night, you clenched around his cock and somehow trapped him inside of you. gris just decides to fall back asleep and deal with it when you’re back awake.
꒰ ˚ ₊ jabber ♡ིྀ ꒱
jabber insisted that you choke him tonight. despite his injuries from a fight earlier that day, you decided to do it for him anyways— he probably wouldn’t accept a ‘no’ for that, anyways. so, you complied; hands wrapped around his neck as your hips roll against his. a moan leaves your lips, hands twitching and tightening against him as your pace quickens. and just as your hands grip his neck a little tighter; jabber lets out a choked groan. his eyes roll back, and a low gurgle leaves his throat. you blink, pausing every movement as you stare back at him. he goes limp for a few seconds, mumbled leaving his lips before he jolts back to life.
“hey— why’d you stop—?!” he yelps, eyebrows furrowing. “that was so good— my life flashed before my eyes, for real!”
꒰ ˚ ₊ enjin ♡ིྀ ꒱
enjin doesn’t mind getting a bit frisky in public. honestly, he quite likes it; the thought of potentially getting caught has him rock hard. so you weren’t surprised when his hand started creeping up your thigh as the two of you sat in the car— with like, practically every other cleaner sitting near you both. maybe not that many… but it sure felt like it. enjin, though, doesnt care. his fingers just keep moving up, eventually finding themselves under your pants and rubbing against your panties. just as he was going to slip them under, finally touching you properly; rudo’s yells out.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, ENJIN?!” rudo shouts in horror, before reaching over to shove at his arm. “LET GO OF HER!” he wails, mistaken. it seems he came to a different conclusion than others would.
꒰ ˚ ₊ zanka ♡ིྀ ꒱
zanka, despite his protests, is not the best at taking off his clothes in these intimate moments. he likes to pretend he’s good at it; but you both know the truth. this is why he likes it more when you do it for him. but tonight, he’s decided he wants to try one more time.
“no,” he shakes his head, lightly shoving you to lay down on the bed: “i’ve got this.” zanka reassures with a grin, lifting a hand to shimmy his pants down. he moves to kick them off— but his foot gets caught. and in just a few seconds, he’s already flipped and landing face-first onto the bed, lightly bouncing on the mattress beside you. he just sighs in embarrassment.
hella impressed. looks you up and down a few times before making a comment. “fuuuck, you’re killing me. do you always look like that?” instantly realizes his comment might come off bad, then rephrases. “look that good i mean.” crosses his arms, wearing a big, giddy ass smirk the rest of your conversation. his eyes find themselves wandering occasionally just so he doesn’t miss out on your extra shine today.
rudo
extremely expressive. wide eyed, gobsmacked. “.. what the.” literally staring at you like you’re a goddess. you could ask him a question and he’s so absorbed in admiring your features that he doesn’t even notice. when snapping back to reality, he’s completely red in the face, repeating his words and apologizing for zoning out like a broken record. “wha— i- yeah, i .. i agree? i- i think?”
zanka
completely thrown off to the point he gets all flustered and fidgety. makes attempts to pretend he isn’t distracted, but immediately loses track of whatever you were saying, and just stares awkwardly for a few moments. “.. uh.. s- shit, what were’ya sayin’?” subtly keeps looking your way. he regrets acknowledging the way you smile and look at him, because now it’s all he can think about.
gris
attempts to stay professional. stares for a bit before adjusting himself. he’s calm and collected, but his responses come slower. its obvious he can’t focus properly. subconsciously finding himself staring more often than he’d like, mentally lecturing himself about it afterward.
tamsy
shifts his weight, eyes widening for a split second before regaining composure. if you call him out, he admits his fascinations. “i can’t help but notice you’re looking quite nice today, aren’t you?” he coos, tilting his head. twirls his hair in his fingers a bit while smiling at you as you continue on.
jabber
raises an eyebrow, then laughs it off immediately, muttering some vague shit loud enough for you to hear — “damn! are you tryin’ to throw me off on purpose??” stares at you with a huge, freaky grin that shows he is no longer listening to what you’re saying, too busy watching your lips move as you speak (well, likely lecturing now)
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𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ “i heard a rumor that ENJIN actually likes to be dominated in bed. but there’s no way that’s true, just look at him.”
his rugged appearance sends off a daunting message that he isn’t one to be toyed with, but underneath that persuasive persona is a man who wants to remove the weight from his shoulders and relish in the way your hands move against his slicked cock.
“hah— please baby, you gotta speed up f'me,” he slurs. your hand moves meticulously with vigour, up and down his length as precum carelessly spills from his slit and coats over your skin. his cock is an angry shade of red as it throbs in your grasp.
“just need that warm mouth. please, please baby i need it!” enjin babbles out with a grunt once your pointer finger dips in the gushing tip to collect his juices and trails it down the prominent vein on his cock, towards his heavy balls.
you let out an irritated sigh, “you don’t need my mouth, you want it.” you caress his balls instead, and he loudly hisses through his teeth with his eyes screwed shut, his weeping cock twitches against his stomach.
you sneer with disgust. “you expect me to give you permission to cum when you can’t even differentiate between the two?”
𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆“i heard a rumor that GRIS is super vanilla during sex. i wouldn’t doubt it. he won’t lift a hand to hurt a fly.”
his patient and sweet nature is all factual to who he is a person, however there is only so much he can tolerate. overwhelming responsibilities and back-to-back raids are headaches as it is, but when you act up in the way that you do, it gives him a pass to take out all his frustrations.
smack! a sudden sharp stinging pain spreads across the skin of your ass, causing you to let a muffled whimper. your back adjusts the arched position it’s in, farthing your stomach into the mattress. gris’ warm palm then soothingly kneads at the effected area afterwards.
“you should know better than to act the way you did today. were you trying to get my attention?” his voice is authoritative, low and guttural. he doesn’t allow you to get a word in as another harsh smack lands on your ass, the sound ripples through the air.
his cock buried deep inside your wet cunt allows for lewd squelching to occur when you attempt to fuck yourself on his length. he stops you with a tight grip onto your hips. not forceful enough cause pain, but enough to feel a hefty amount of pressure against your hipbones.
he tsk at you from above, not satisfied with your greed. “do i need to teach you some manners?”
𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ “ i heard a rumor that TAMSY is some kind of sex freak .. but you know it’s always the quiet ones that are the freakiest.”
none of his colleagues truly know him outside of what little he pick and chooses to share, which leads to more outlandish narratives to emerge. he won’t confirm nor deny, although that facade of his cracks so delicately during the dead of night.
the hot wax dribbles off the candle stick and lands in droplets onto your exposed tits, trailing down to your pebbled nipples. you gasp and instinctively clench your thighs together for friction, tamsy takes notice of your actions and lets out a dry chuckle, almost mocking you.
“hmm? does my angel want to be fucked?” his voice is devoid of emotion, tresses of blond hair left loose to inch down his back. a finger of his tugs on the tightly enforced ribbons that restrain against your body. a work of art his craftsmanship is, while you are his muse.
tears softly prickle in the waterline of your eyes. you’re unsure if it’s due to pent up arousal or being up on display like this, you’re slicked folds uncomfortably stick together and the dried up wax sits heavily upon you.
tamsy cocks his head to the side then captures your chin in his grasp, tilting it upwards. his eyes darken with something disgustingly sinister, “i don’t think sluts who cry deserve to be fucked.”
𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ “i heard a rumor that FOLLO is waiting until marriage to have sex, he is so innocent that it just makes sense.”
he’s got everyone fooled with that boyish charm of his. from his friends to colleagues, but off the clock it’s almost sickening how depraved and perverted he is. he could fuck you for five hours straight without interruptions, if possible.
he gets off to the mundane aspects of life, curating them to fit a particular fantasy. like sneaking into your bedroom to bully his cock past your slightly parted lips and into your mouth as you’re fast asleep. getting hard from the dazed look on your face as you awake from slumber.
you stir in your sleep, feeling something foreign slowly drag in and out of your mouth until gaining full consciousness, already knowing who is it.
humming contently, you welcome him by using your warm mouth to sweetly wrap around him, cheeks hollowed out as you softly gag in intervals.
follo’s hips instinctively twitch with his set pace soon turning sloppy, “yeah that’s it, you can take it. take it all for me..”
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warnings. 18+, mdni, literally whole post is tmi abt cock n balls. unrealistic descriptions of dicks. pubic hair. cum. wrote this 4 funsies. lots of bias in tamsy part srry. unedited ‘n messy writing. everyone is aged up ‘n is an adult ok. scents. gn! reader.
ENJIN — It isn’t thick but it’s Long. Definitely long. Pretty ‘n uncut. It’s a little curved, with veins on the underside. The sheer length alone has you cryin’ on it. He teases you about it, that sly, cocky smirk on his face. He knows he’s packing. He’s a shower and a grower, and oftentimes you can see the print through his sweats. Tan’ish colored tip, and he oozes out runny pre. He tastes kinda salty and he’s hairy, with a blonde happy trail. His balls are fat, round and he cum’s in ropes. Sticky, milky cum. Doesn’t really smell like anything. Prob has tats on it, maybe a piercing if you catch my drift.
GRIS — THICK. The grith is insane, stretches you out. 6-7 inches. It’s a little darker at the base, and also uncut. Angry red/pinkish tinted tip, leaky so so leaky. He gets hard and suddenly his boxers have a big wet patch on ‘em. He’s hairy, but not like jungle hairy, keeps his hair trimmed. He’s doesn’t have a taste but i feel like he’d have a musky scent. He takes good care of himself.
ZANKA — Long ‘n skinny, still manages to prod right at your cervix. Circumcised. Doesn’t have many veins, just the one running down his shaft but it’s enough to catch your eye. His tip’s pink ‘n flushed ‘n impossibly cute, and he’s soo sensitive. Tries to act like he isn’t, but just a little rub or lick to his tip, even a kiss and his slit’s already droolin’. No hair—feel like he’d wax, and if there’s any, it’s barely visible, thin and light. Probably tastes a little salty, though somehow with sweet undertones that throw you off. He’s well-groomed, duh. It’s legit Zanka.
TAMSY — Just like the rest of his appearance, his dick is also angelic ‘n really really pretty <33. Prettiest dick ever. Trust. A grower and he’s circumcised. His balls are so heavy ‘n round ‘n soft, they’re super sensitive. His cock curves a little, and his tip is a really pale pink, and when there’s pre on the tip, it’s shiny ‘n resembles a licked lollipop. He’s not that hairy, deff has hair but it’s blonde and thin, not super visible. Probably tastes salty sometimes, cause there is no way he’s not sweating under all those heavy ass layers of clothes.
JABBER — HUGE. He’s hung and big and massive. Uncut. A shower and a grower. Legit, gets bigger inside of you. Has a couple veins runnin’ down his cock, and he cums buckets. Big, fat breeder balls. His tip is crazy, round ‘n bulbous, and a bit darker than his actual skin tone. He’s hairy, like real hairy ‘n the hair is darker in color and kinda coils/curls. Might, have a piercing just ‘cause he likes pain ‘n just ‘cause I said so. He’s kinda gross ‘n probably tastes bitter. (still swallowing <3)
CORVUS — One look at this man ‘n you can just tell it’s big. He’s a shower. Circumcised. Really pretty, it’s curved to the right ‘n a couple veins. Cums in spurts and he’s thick, but not too thick to hurt. Feels sooo good when he’s inside ‘n he definitely knows how to use it. Minimal hair, and he tastes sweet, doesn’t have a particular scent. Well groomed and takes good care of himself.
