Warnings: reader has a cock (otherwise no gender specified), (kinda) mean reader, top reader fucking bottom character, milking, breeding, orgasm denial, nipple play, sex toys, dacryphilia
One of your cows isn’t producing the minimum amount of milk required of him anymore… there seems to be some kind of problem?
Word count: ~2k
Running a farm sure is difficult. You had to wake up early everyday and get lots of physical work done. Not only that, you also had to care for all of your hybrid animals, each with their own individual needs and problems. You did hire employees to help lessen your workload, but there were still things only the owner can solve. Like today, having to deal with the mystery of one of your best cows producing results atypical of him.
“Ahhn— ahnnghh~ ♡ mmHghff, n-not so roughhhh..!! T-too much too g-guuud ♥︎♡” He mewled, nails digging into his own thighs as he whimpered around the stretch. His knees were raised up to his chest and your cock already bottomed out inside him, causing him to kick his legs futilely. It’s been so long since he last had someone else play around with him in the hay like this. Just the tip alone was enough to make his eyes roll back, his mind all fuzzy with pleasure.
Now with the entire thing inside, his couldn’t hold back his voice anymore, “ahh.. ah—ahNgh, ha,,uuhNnh~ b-big, so biiig ♡ so deep~ h-hurts~!!♡♥︎♡” At this rate, he could swear you were fucking his stomach, reaching places he only gets to experience with you. No matter what he moaned out, he couldn’t fool no one with that big, stupid grin plastered across his face. “You are kind of pissing me off.” For some reason, you felt like you were being played by him. “Spread yourself wider.”
He did as you said, using his hands to hold his legs apart, faint red lines appearing from where he gripped too hard. The hay below was digging into his back and getting into his hair, yet he didn’t care one bit. He couldn’t think of anything but you right now, not when his lovely, favourite farm owner was personally showering him with so much love! You don’t even know how long he’s been waiting to get manhandled by you again.
And fuck, he wasn’t just imagining it, he could totally see the belly bulge apparing and disappearing from his lower abdomen with each thrust. “mhhHffgg~ r-right there, ahhNn～ I-I’ll do anything, so pleassee!! Ha-harder, more, gimme all of it~♥︎” Someday, he was going to make you snap. “Don’t get cocky. I wouldn’t be here fucking your desperate self if you weren’t acting like some bitch in heat.” You snapped at him. That’s right, you were supposed to investigate his milking problem, but the upper half and not his lower, stupid half.
It’s not like you didn’t try solving it in a civil manner first. At first all you did was asking if anything happened or if he felt sick, while he was using the milking machine as per procedure. He replied no to each and every one of the questions, yet only produced a quarter of what he usually did, so it’s understandable that you got concerned.
“Maybe… it’s because of the machine?” That cow hybrid suggested upon your inquiry, gently pulling the pumps off of himself and holding his squishy tits with both hands. It was obvious that these got bigger over the course of the last few days. “Are you saying we should try hand milking?” You wondered, and he nodded quickly. You even felt like his eyes lit up for a split second. So you decided to give it a shot, since you did start off in the traditional way first and just recently adapted the more modern method.
You then quickly proceeded with the experiment and began tracing your fingers around his areola. After a few circles, you pinched his nubs softly with two fingers, trying out the flow. Nothing much happened apart from the low, breathy gasps coming from the male, which was why you began pulling and twisting a little. But once you started doing that, he just immediately moaned out, “aAaHnngg~♥︎♡♥︎ mMhnnh— uHhn,, huUhmff ♡”
After having his nipples sucked by the machine for so long, they were already super sensitive. Then to have his favourite caretaker the one he really really liked ♡ hand milking him again? Who could blame him for getting hard! By then he was already leaking precum onto the hay below. Your fingers were just so skilful, so much more intimate and warm than any device could ever hope to replicate. He just adored having your hands on him. “G-gentle… nghhHgg, l-love it~~ mhmm~! ♥︎”
He glanced down at the spot between his legs, a small puddle of precum already forming there. “I-I can’t help it…! It feels too good when you touch them.” Seeing that the wrong part of him was getting milked dry, you felt this realisation clicking inside, “did you suggest the hand milking just to get off? Don’t you know I have other things that needs to be done too?” The boy stayed quiet for a bit, before smiling sheepishly, noticing your hands were still on his nipples, “nnhhGahhh-ahnn!!♡♡ ha-haaa,, maybe…?”
Needless to say you were at your wits end with him, which is what got you into your current situation. With you holding his waist while slamming your hips against his, lewd squelching sounds echoing through the barn. “You know, this is how you get real cows to produce milk. By breeding them.” You whispered, his walls squeezing your length all snuggly. “Will it work for you too? Though I’m starting to think you were faking it all for attention.”
The way you stared down at him gave him chills. Oh how he loved it when you frowned at the sight of him, your eyes focused on him only. His words were slurred as he babbled with his tongue lolled out, “n-noo, no..!! M’wasnt, i r-really couldnt~ nGhhn ♥︎” look at that, he was thoroughly enjoying himself, wasn’t he?
“So, you are telling me you didn’t see this coming?” He didn’t answer, but his body revealed everything you needed to know. “Cheeky bastard.” You sighed and pulled out until only the tip remained inside, before slamming it all back in, making him curl his toes. “GuuUhhGnn~♡♥︎♡ ah-HnnGh—!!“ His moans turned into a whine when you abruptly grabbed him by the chin, “Since you’ve got so much time on your hands, fix that milking problem.”
“Yuu are sho… mhmm..!!! sho mean…!” He gasped out while you were still squeezing his cheeks. His hands finally released his now bruised thighs and landed on his nipples, his legs wrapping around your waist. The spot where he gripped them before has been decorated with a bunch of red nail-indents. “Ha-haaahh~ like this?” You did let go of him the moment he fulfilled your command.
Unsurprisingly, he kept smirking while he rolled his nips between his digits, licking his lips as his own sweet milk flowed down his wrists. The entire barn smelled of sex and warm, fresh milk. “hey… isn’t this suuuuch a-ahh~ waste?” He brought one of his soiled hand up to his mouth and sucked his own fingers clean, sticking his tongue out afterwards, “you want to make money with this, no? Heh… nghh ♡ So we shouldn’t waste it…!”
He was actually hoping for you to touch him yourself again, but to his dismay, you instead handed him the pumps of the milking machine, forcing him to reapply them to his own chest. “You think I’m that stupid? I won’t fall for the same trick twice.” You raised his hips up a little, getting a better angle before pounding into him even deeper, with surprisingly quicker thrusts. “AhNghhn ♥︎♡ d-don’t stop, ahhh so guuud, too good mghhnnff, m’love you, love this, right t-there ♡♡♡!”
You were hitting his sweet spots with the accuracy of someone who knows how to play his body like an instrument. The way you abused all his favourite places, rolling your hips with each rut into his sloppy hole…? It was simply heavenly ♥︎ his moans bounced off the thin wooden walls of the stable, echoing back at him, though he didn’t care at all. He was getting the privilege of being fucked by you, why would he be ashamed of that~?
Even the low humming of the milking machine was like music to his ears, the soft pressure of the suction pumps constantly stimulating his chest. His body was like on fire. Wherever you touched, heat would blossom beneath his skin. His vision was swimming, brain melting from the absolutely overwhelming ecstasy. It was to be expected that he’d sooner or later reach his limit.
“I’m close… ah~ I’m c-close, hnNhh, gunna cum, m’cummin’~♥︎♡!!— ah, n-nooo!” Right before he could shoot it all out, you wrapped your hand around his neglected cock and pressed your thumb into his slit firmly, denying him his much anticipated climax, “don’t you dare cum before I do. I’m not done breeding you yet.” “Wa— n-no…! L-lemme cum, I wanna— ah, ahNhhhgg, uHHhn!!!”
With that being said, poor thing was forced to endure the ruined orgasm and deal with the consequences of his actions. Shudders coursed through his spine as he cried out with each thrust, pleading so, so so so sweetly for his release. But you stayed firm the whole time, saying you were only going to let go of his now weeping cock once you’ve emptied your load inside him.
This time, you were going to fill him up until he learns how to behave. It didn’t stop him from trying his shot by begging even more submissively though. “P-please… cum already… b-breed me, fill me♥︎ hnNgh, like you said…!! I-I can’t anymore, m’wanna cum, ahh please~♡♡♥︎”
Gradually, you approached your own limit. He’s been getting really good at squeezing around you, shaking his own hips in a poor attempt to speed things up. You took a glance at the machine, then back at him. It seems your little ‘breeding therapy’ bared fruits, there was so much more milk coming out of his tits now. It was filling the tanks up all nicely. The same couldnt be said about his face though. With tears, sweat and snot running down his chin, his eyes glazed over and pleasure-ridden— even his pupils turned into little hearts♥︎!
One of his hands was just shy of grabbing your wrist, the other one clutching at anything within reach. His body was shaking heavily, his breath hitching audibly when you suddenly quickened your pace and mumbled, “fuck… I’m close.” Shortly after you also finally let go of his swollen dick. The shade was an angry red as it leaked precum everywhere, twitching with a mind of it’s own as he whimpered, “y-yes, yes…!, finally, ah- ahnGhh I-i’ve been wa- ah— waiting, gonna cummm ♥︎♡♥︎ f-fuck me harder, Nghh~ deeper, fill me up with your babies ♡♥︎♡”
Soon enough, both of you tipped over the edge. With you filling him to the brim, making his belly distend even more, and him making a mess everywhere. His head thrown back, eyes rolling until only the whites remained, thick ropes of cum coming out of his still jerking cock, splattering everywhere. “MhHmghhn~~ ♡♥︎” he bit down on his inner cheek, tasting the metallic tang of blood on his tongue as he heaved heavily. Chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.
You also took a moment to catch your breath, before pulling out of him with a quiet pop. The moment you left him empty and wanting, your cum began spilling from his entrance and dripped down his ass in an undeniably erotic display. His hole fluttered and clenched around nothing, small whines of residual bliss slipping past his lips from time to time. You couldnt help but chuckle at the debauched display, mocking him, “so that’s why you couldn’t produce any milk… it’s because you are such a slut that you need a dick to perform.”
After fixing yourself up until you were presentable again, you stuffed a plug vibrator inside him, to keep your seed trapped inside him. Then you turned it on to the max level alongside the pumping machine, since his breasts were carrying the milk from multiple weeks. This earned you a meek sob from the cow hybrid, but he was way too tired to even argue! All he could do was lay still while letting himself be milked like a good, obedient cow ♡
He still had so much more left until dry anyway, so it wouldn’t be a problem to set the timer to a few hours, no?
Cw: suggestive, tease reader, writen with fem!reader in mind, no pronouns used
A/n: I got just a little carried away with follo, I have an obsession with that whore...
Requested by @ni-ki-fan and anons
Part 2!
Tamsy
He just happened to glance over at you in the main hall. Your arms were crossed, and your head was slightly tilted away from his direction. That's when his eyes fell to your neck, and then your shoulder. Where there was the prettiest dark blue strap peeking out from your uniform, it was so thin he wanted to get a closer look.
So he walked over to you, pretending to just say hello. He tried not to stare at it too long, hoping that whatever you may be planning is what he thinks it is. "Ah, hey Tamsy! We were just talking about you, actually." He stands closer to you, dragging his hand up your back and to your shoulder, where he subtly grabs the hem of your shirt and covers your strap. "Oh? Well, you've caught my attention, do pray tell." You felt his hand grip your shoulder lightly, just out of view of the person in front of you. You tried to hide the true smirk you wanted to show under a sweet and blissful one, wanting to keep him waiting as long as you could.
But you weren't sure how long this little ruse of yours would go for...
August
It wasn't even your idea, just a passing thought from him to you in the comfort of his workplace. "SO WHAT DO YOU SAY HUH!?" You blinked at him, wait, he's serious? You stare at the beautiful, skin-tight lace in front of you. It was a light pink that was almost completely see-through, with a veil-like curtain that wrapped over the chest area. He hands it to you, waiting for your approval. That's when you grab it and press on the handcrafted lace around the bust edge, "Is this what you were working on for so long? You seriously didn't have to." ... "GO PUT IT ON!" He got up and pushed you out the door and into the bathroom. "AND HURRY."
Once you've put it on, you open the door quietly, peaking to see if anyone is there. When the coast was clear, you went over to his door and quickly went in, shutting the door behind you. That's when you feel a hand on your waist, moving up the sides of the lacing. "AhH! August! I-I didn't see you there!" ... he starts talking to himself, almost in a trance-like state. "The way it sits, the natural lift, hugging the curves..." Once he hits the bottom seam of your bra, he stops. "I KNEW YOU'D LOOK SEXY IN THIS!" The way his delicate hands felt on your skin was a big contrast to the loud and unserious tone in his voice. It has your legs shaking at the oblivious way he was touching you.
What was your plan with this August...
Zanka
You find him sitting out in the courtyard, his legs crossed, and his head lying back against the bench. Probably taking a break from training, that's when you walk over to him and sit next to him. "Hey zanka, watcha doing?" He opens his eyes and tilts his head toward you, his lips part slightly at the sight of your loose white t-shirt. "Just chillin', whatcha doing out here for?" You watch as his eyes wander from your shirt then shoot back to your eyes, sensing you caught him staring. "Just wanna give you company." You scoot closer to him, watching him get more and more nervous as time passes.
"Do you like my new fit?" You lean toward him, your loose shirt falling forward to reveal a baby blue one piece underneath, as a silver necklace connects from your neck and holds your top together with a ring in the middle of your chest. You see his brows furrow as he grabs the front of your shirt and covers your cleavage, pushing you away in the process. "Quit it, we're outside." He would be lying if he said he didn't want to stare a little longer, but it seems you beat him to it. "Let's go inside then." You grin while placing your hand on his, still gripping your shirt, tracing the ring on his middle finger.
It's so hard for him to say no to you, so it's a good thing he never would.
Corvus
You knocked on his office door, a light, quiet one since it was late. "Come in, dear." A light squeak of a doorknob turning before you come in, you were barefoot, and the floor was so cold you held back a shiver. He was facing the window seemingly deep in thought, that's when you come up next to him and put your hand on his chest- "What's the occasion?" You continue to wrap your arms all the way around his neck. "Have I already been caught...?" He smiles and turns toward you, grabbing your chin gently. "You know you can't hide much from me." You smile, then you feel him grab your waist and nudge you in front of him.
He's still making eye contact with you, even when you straddle his hips and run your hand over his jaw. He runs his hand over every row of fabric, as if memorizing it with his fingers. "Did August make this for you?" You whisper close to his ear, "Yeah, I may have commissioned it last week..." You feel his fingers grip your exposed waist, rubbing the gem attached to your waistband.
"well, it looks stunning."
Follo
You find follo playing with guita while sitting by a small coffee table, you thought this would be the perfect opportunity for a little tomfoolery while he's distracted. "Whatcha guys doing?" You watch him look up at you, a slight hue shift in his face seeing you in a really tight turtleneck and baggy shorts. "Oh um... were just playing cards-" "He's losing by the way." She cuts him off with a giggle and puts down another card. "Darn it..." he huffs a sigh and you fall down next to him on the couch, "can I play?" He laughs and puts all his cards on the table, "actually guita was just about to leave on a mission, you can play with me though!" You watch her stand up and hurry out of the room with a rushed goodbye at the sound of bro calling her name.
You smirk at this perfect opportunity, waiting for him to look back at you. "So should I shuffle the deck or y- ah!" He yelped at you grabbing his hand, shuffling closer to him as you put his hand on your chest. "Wanna feel something cool?" He blinks and watches you start to put his hand under the bottom of your shirt. Feeling up the fabric, his mind goes foggy, his face now so red it looks like he might explode. His cold fingers pressing against your warm skin while he grabs your shoulder with his free hand, panting into your ear. "Can you guess the color, Foll?" He looks into your lidded eyes, confused at your trivial question. "U-um... i dunno, red?" "No...guess again." He hesitates as you move his hand to cup your breast. "It's custom, I made it the color of your eyes." He watches you move your shorts down slightly, showing a thin, hazel colored fabric with a little bow in the front.
If your trying to kill this guy, you almost succeeded.
Semiu
You knew she liked this kinda thing after seeing her read those dirty magazines. But of course, this was before you dated. It made you wonder if she still wants to see that kinda stuff... so you decided to go out and get this all-white set. It had little diamonds engraved into the edges and left almost nothing to the imagination. You were almost done putting it on in the comfort of your room when you hear a whistle from behind you, you whip your head around only to see Semiu leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed.
"Close the damn door." She continues staring before shutting the door behind her and walking over to you and grabbing your hips. "Shouldn't you be working?" She laughs at your question, kissing the curve of your neck. "I had a weird feeling you were up to something, seems i was right." You stare at her through the mirror in front of you, seeing her hands wander to the lace of your underwear grabbing the elastic and stretching it. You're about to smack her hand away when she suddenly lets go with a snap against your skin. "Ow! Do that again, and I'll kick you out!" She laughs and hugs you tighter, "sorry, you just so hot when i mess with you." You glare at her, watching her start fondling your chest like nothing happened.
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.”
he didn't need to be tied up. no handcuffs, no ropes, no locks—nothing. jabber had no reason to be, not when you had eyes that glared at him coldly, telling him to shut the fuck up the moment he opened his mouth to speak.
his favorite thing about you is that he didn't even have to try. he thought if he wanted your attention, acting up would be the fastest way to get you to treat him like trash. but he quickly realized that you didn't play games like that, preferring obedient pups that obeyed every order that came out of your mouth.
which is why he now kneeled in front of you with your hand gripping his jaw, turning his head left and right as you pleased after you slapped him twice for cumming before you told him he could. it’s not like he meant to, he truly tries to do everything you ask of him!
but in truth, it was your fault! just like you asked, he opened his mouth wide, letting his tongue lol out before your spit landed in the back of his throat. he groaned as he swallowed, his eyes rolling backward as his orgasm took him to cloud nine before he could even process what had just happened.
unfortunately, his mistake soiled the bottom of your pants, right before you had business to attend to, and he wasn't even saying sorry, trying to stop himself from grinning stupidly at the pleasure.
“what am i supposed to do now? i can’t go to my meeting like this.”
“fuck your meeting.”
slap.
not even a hint of resistance. his hands were still obediently placed behind his back, his cock twitching boldly with excitement from the crotch opening of his pants.
you sighed. he was hopeless. his were cheeks red from the impact of your slaps, and yet his dick ached for more.
…jabbers high off his mind, out freaking you— in midst of what was supposed to be a training session soon turns into a fuck session…art credits [kurtiness on tumblr]
“Hmm…hehe— we should—uh…let’s fuckkk” eyes lolling back as he mindlessly giggled into your neck, cheeks stained red from takin hits, a pout then a sniffle “still hurts y’knowwww— freak.—shit.”
You thought a harsh kick to the stomach would bring the bumbling fool back, but all you got in return were muffled giggles “fuckkk.. I’m so hard righttt now… wanna do it?”
again with the requests, this wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last. The same thing as always. He’d ask to train, ask for a fight, n it’d always end up with you on top of him, his fucked up face stuffed into the dirt.
Sitting on top of him, you could tell he wasn’t exactly..lying. “shit— you’re so fucking weird” your attempts at swiftly getting up were halted as he wrapped his legs around you, the sides of his torn up thighs encasing you,
hips jerkin up to you, or atleast— trying to, in his tired state n with your whole weight on him it was harder then usual-
‘SLAP’
“Mhm-“ a harsh jerk of his neck, his eyes flashing with surprise he grabbed your wrist, the hand that marked his cheek, you were fed up with his antics, his face stayed pressed against the dirt as his hazy eyes stared into yours his teeth bitting into his lips “harder.”
”you’re fuckin crazy.” Anger had your hands wrapped around his neck, his breath hitching as he threw his head back “fuucckkkk” a chocked out sound.
hand digging into the dirt as the one on your wrist pressed into your flesh. Fingers digging into your skin.
“You like this dontcha’ fuckin whore.” His hips pushed up trying to find some friction but with his head in the clouds and you already having done a number on him it was an effort that remained unreciprocated.
“hmm.. yeahhh— fuckkk”
his eyes rolled back as droll seeped down the sides of his mouth opening and closing like a fish, desperate for air. Blood seeped down your hands as his fingers continued digging into them, your flesh buried under his nails
Your fingers tightened against his neck, veins popping, those incoherent mumbling of his came to a stop, jaw slack, his fingers stilled their digging— did he just cum??? Looking down, there was a large wet spot on his pants, slimy globs of cum seeped through his pants and stuck to you. “Fucking disgusting.”
slapping his face to the other side, all he could do was giggle, childlike giggles muffled by the hands on his throat he gasped for air. With one final squeeze you let him go, watching as he gasped for air, chest rising up and down erratically, deep red hand prints were left on his neck already bruising.
The hand that had buried itself in the dirt now waved around in search of something to grab onto, so you relented, grabbing his distressed hand, letting your fingers intertwine, with a sting you freed your other hand away from his grip, your blood stained hands went up to his face. Wiping away the tears that had welled up,
he nudged for you to come closer, apprehensively lowering your head all for him to whisper “admit it, you’re just as much a freak as me” then followed by those stupid fucking giggles of his.
you should’ve just chocked him to death— maybe next time…?
cw: dom!reader, sub male characters, praise kink, physical control, service sub behavior, marking, semi-public risk, restraint, manhandling, sex with clothes on, overstimulation, kneeling, slow teasing, edging,
✦˖ sub enjin
enjin, despite his calm personality and that untouchable leader facade, is the kind who turns quiet, obedient, devoted in bed. he doesn’t beg with words, but his body does it for him.
he loves being controlled by your voice. a single “look at me” and he’s obeying, eyes locked on yours even while you’re on top of him and he’s biting his tongue to keep from moaning too soon.
it turns him on when you grab him by the back of his neck or his wrists, pinning him against the wall or down on the bed, feeling like all that trained strength is useless against you.
marking him is another weakness. hickeys on his neck, bites on his chest, nails down his back. enjin pretends to be annoyed afterwards, but you know every mark he hides under his clothes only makes him hotter.
face-to-face sex ruins him. watching you ride him, hearing you tell him how good he’s being, calling him a “good boy” when he obeys without thinking… it makes him come fast, even with the bare minimum contact.
in private, he can be completely yours, but what destroys him the most is the risk. your hand on his thigh under the table, your breath in his ear in an empty hallway, and he’s already imagining what you’d do if no one else was around.
✦˖ sub follo tunito
follo is pure enthusiasm and devotion. you can tell he wants to please you even outside the bedroom, so when it comes to sex, submission comes naturally to him.
he melts if you call him a “pretty boy” while touching him. literally blushes, his voice drops to a whisper, and he leans in closer, like he can’t get enough of you.
he’s a constant touch seeker — tugging at your sleeve, leaning against your leg, following you around the room. if you order him to kneel and stay still, he’ll obey… but his legs will tremble the whole time.
when he’s between your thighs, he moans and looks up at you with glassy eyes, swallowing every order you give. tell him “don’t come” and he’ll try so hard to hold it… until he can’t anymore and starts begging.
overstimulation is your weapon with him. after he comes, just a few more strokes and he’s whining, tears pricking his eyes, thanking you for not stopping.
sex with clothes still on drives him insane — your hand under his shirt, your hips grinding into his while his pants are still on. the friction alone can have him coming in minutes, head buried against you.
✦˖ sub gris rubion
gris is a proud sub — not because he doesn’t want to give in, but because he needs to be certain you’re someone he can trust completely. once you earn that, he’ll give himself to you without holding back.
he loves controlled restraint. pinning his wrists above his head, holding his jaw so he has to look at you, pressing him against a wall — it makes his breath hitch every time.
he can keep his composure for a while, staying silent while you touch him, but eventually his body betrays him — hips moving on their own, eyes half-lidded, jaw slack.
edging destroys him in the best way. you can keep him at the brink over and over, and when you finally let him come, he clings to you like he’s afraid you’ll let go too soon.
whispering calmly in his ear while you fuck him is a sure way to break him. slow, deep thrusts and a low “you’re mine” will have him trembling, even before he’s close.
he won’t ask for aftercare, but he’ll stay close after, brushing his fingers over you like he’s grounding himself — still basking in the safe space you gave him while you broke him apart.
You got drunk as hell after a small celebration for a successful mission with your team.
Enjin:
You knocked at his door in a rhythm– letting him know it was you. He opens it and you came pouncing on his arms.
"ENJIIIN! I MISSED YOU!"
And before he can greet you back or ask how your mission was– you already had both your palms on his cheek and started peppering kisses on his face. He stumbled back when you had jumped on him and closed the door behind you. His tattooed hands resting on your back– tracing down until he let it rest on your waist, subtly pulling you closer.
You started at random, wherever you felt like– then you went back to kissing his forehead, then temple, then his eyelids and the tip of his nose. His brows furrowed a little when you parted– ready to complain but you immediately shut him up by kissing him deeply. It was just his lips on yours at first, then you bite his bottom lip– hard enough to sting- to elicit a moan out of him. You pinched his cheek to keep his mouth open while your tongue tangles around with his.
A thin line of saliva connected your lips. His eyes hazy, his grip and even his pants tighter– then your head falls on his shoulder, falling asleep immediately.
"What the hell? Hey, wake up! You can't leave me blue-balled like that!" but it was no use, you were deep asleep.
Tamsy:
You came knocking at his room instead of going to yours. When he opened the door– the scent of booze hit him.
"Oh dear, did you excessively drink again?" He sounded disappointed.
"yeah.. Got swept with the team's energy."
You drew closer to Tamsy, wrapping him in your extra warm embrace. He's not mad that you got drunk, or stink of booze and smoke– he's irked at the different scents that got rubbed on you. Clearly, someone was being too close with you in that party.
He sat you down on his bed and straddled your lap. He leans his head towards you– his silky blonde hair falls on his face, almost like a veil. Your hand cups his cheek and he leans to your touch. Your fingers rubbing his ear and it inches on the back of his head, now playing with his navy blue hair.
"what's got you so lost in thought, darling?" he asks, your foreheads leaning against each other.
"you're so beautiful, Tamsy.." you whisper. "right now– you look like a bride. My bride."
Tamsy felt his face flush. How eager of you, he thinks to himself. He feels your fingers rub his scalp then slightly pull on it— a shiver runs down his spine.
"Then— shouldn't this bride of yours be kissed? To finally seal the deal?"
Finally, you close the gap between your lips. His lips moving in sync with yours as he eventually wrapped his arms around your neck– slowly grinding his hips against yours. He lets out breathy moans in between kisses, then you stop.
You slightly pull away to get a view of his face– flushed and glowing. Absolutely ethereal. Then you began leaving kisses all over his face. The scar on his cheek up to the corner of his eye then a kiss on his temple. Then a final kiss on the piercing under his lip.
"you're done now?"
You sleepily nod, he helped you take your uniform off and changed it into a comfortable shirt you left (he stole) in his room.
"You're officially my wife, right?" you ask, wrapping your arms around him while he pull the blanket on both of you.
"yes I am, go to sleep now.." he kissed your forehead goodnight.
Zanka :
Zanka felt his choker ring, "Hello?"
"hi uhh.. (y/n) drank their mind off and is already sleeping here. Would you mind taking them home? We're at the bar."
"sure I'll be on my way." Zanka immediately bolts to where the bar is, he knows you're clingy when you're drunk so he's worried that you might cling on somebody that isn't him.
When he arrived at the bar– you were already waiting outside with a friend on your side. Said friend saw Zanka and went back inside not after bidding you well.
"ZANKA BABYY YOU'RE HERE–"
"PIPE IT DOWN YOU IDIOT"
He has his hand covering your mouth– you placed your ever his and started kissing his palms. Zanka's ears turned red and yanked his hands away from your mouth. You pout.
"Didn't you miss me too, Zanka?"
You've been gone for a week. Of course he missed you!
He saw tears welling up your eyes– threatening to fall. He really should take you back home.
"'course I did, you big dummy."
You held his face in place and kissed him on his lips. Zanka's eyes shot wide open– immediately pulling away from you and turning his head side to side to check if anyone saw. Luckily, there were only a few people out and were just minding their own business. He looks back at you– tears already streaming down your face.
"hic– you don't love me anymore don't you?! hic–"
That made a few people turn their heads toward you. Zanka sighs, all embarrassed. He needs to calm you down before taking you back to his room. He doesn't want Enjin, Riyo, and especially Rudo teasing him about this in the morning.
And so, he pulls you along deep in an alleyway– away from prying eyes and wrapped his arms around your neck. You were still upset and hiccuping from earlier, now leaning against a hard brick wall. Then Zanka placed his lips against yours— first a peck then he pushed deeper. You've calmed down and followed along his flow– letting him take the lead. His kisses are feverish, like a man stranded in a dessert– he seeks your lips like water. You love his kisses so much, he puts so much emotion in it when you do and he lasts so long. He parts away with a string of saliva hanging on your lips which he licks away. While he was catching his breath, you littered kisses all over his face.
"I love you so much, Zanka~"
"yeah, yeah I know ya big oaf."
"come onnn! Say it back!"
"I'll say it back and give you more if you go along with me quietly!"
jabber wonger x dom gn raider reader—he’s ticked you off.
-coworkers(?) to… something, fast burn, masochism, fade to black, suggestive
You knew that Jabber was trouble.
You really did.
So why did you ever agree to go on a mission with him?
You found yourself repeating regretful questions in your mind, struggling to come up with an answer. The tang of blood on your tongue, the sharp pain blooming in your ribs.
You look away from the Cleaners in front of you and glance at Jabber, standing next to you.
He’s overjoyed. Who would’ve guessed.
“If we wouldn’t have followed your crappy sense of direction, we wouldn’t have run into them.” You wince at how much it hurts your chest to just breathe.
“Good thing we did, right?”
“Fuck you, Jabber.” You return, wiping some blood off of your mouth. Both of you are suffering injuries that will probably immobilize you if you leave it for too long. The only thing that could probably save you now was Jabber’s toxins.
And you definitely don’t want any of that shit.
Quite unfortunately for you, though, your batshit crazy teammate seemed to have the same idea.
He turned to you, smiling like he had just uncovered treasure—“Hey…. you don’t mind if I….”
“No. Hell no, don’t even think about it,” You protested, pointing your jinki at him.
“Are you two just going to argue or actually come at us? We don’t have all day,” The Cleaners cut in, rolling their eyes. Smug bastards.
You tsked, “Shut that fat mouth of yours for a second and—“ Wait.
Who the hell was laughing down your neck?
You felt a prick on your nape; metal sinking into your skin, drawing out blood. Your consciousness quickly started to fade, muscles going stiff—Jabber, you sick fuck-!
The only thing you see before your world goes dark are the Cleaners’ faces going pale and a glimpse of Jabber’s feral smile.
You walk around the raiders’ base with heavy steps. You’d been feeling sick to the bone ever since taking Jabber’s drugs in your system.
“Where is he when I actually need to find him, this motherfucker…” You murmured to yourself, rubbing your temples. “Jabber!”
No response.
He must know he’s pissed you off.
You eventually find him in one of the rooms, sitting in some ratchety couch. “…Yo,” He greets you when you first see him.
Your eyes sharpen with pure venom.
You immediately walk up to him, standing in front of his spot on the couch. “That’s all you have to say?”
Jabber stays put, raising his hands in a lazy defense. “Hey, don’t crash out on me, alright? If you wouldn’t have gone berserk with my toxin, we’d have both been dead right then and there.”
“Why couldn’t you have used it on yourself?” You answer with a snarl.
“It works longer on you.”
You sigh and pinch your nosebridge. “Not a good enough reason.”
“That’s too damn bad.”
You click your tongue and suddenly pull his locs with your hand by the scalp. “Watch your tone.”
Honestly, you don’t know what to expect from this maniac anymore—because he full-on groans. He groans when you pull his hair, like it’s instinct. He groans like something you’d hear in porn.
“…Really?” He says, smirk sly. “You trying to sway me like this?”
You wish you could bash his head in right now. Well, you probably could.
But, unexpectedly… you also wanted to play this game for a little longer.
You retort, “It’s working a little too well, don’t you think?”
“What’chu you want out of me anyways, pretty?” He bites his lip, looking up at you with hooded eyes—you have to admit, it makes your mouth water.
“An apology.” And maybe some more of those delightful sounds.
“Ah, I dunno… don’t feel like I owe you one.”
You tug on his hair again and he whimpers this time. Like a pathetic dog, you think.
“Pathetic and stubborn… what an awful combination,” You tut. “Just apologize. That’s all I want.”
His smirk doesn’t waver. Oh, he’s definitely dragging this out.
“Make me,” He replies, as you bend down to nuzzle in the crook of his neck. “What’re you-?”
You bite down on the supple skin of his pulse point. Hard.
He gasps and bites his own lip hard enough to draw blood. “Ow! God, ffffuck, that hurts!”
Soothing the bitten spot with light kisses, you hum, “You ready to give me a heartfelt ‘sorry’ yet?”
For a moment, as Jabber swallows thickly, you wonder if that’s really all it takes to bend him. To be honest, if it is, you’d be very disappointed. You were just getting started, after all.
“Mm—no,” He grunts, eyelids heavy. “Not yet. Do it again.”
…Nevermind.
This should be plenty enough to keep you entertained.
