Werewolf boyfriend who just has to have his knot in you every day.
He starts ripping through your clothes as soon as you walk through the door because he's so ready to be inside you. He just had you bent over the bathroom sink this morning and made you late for work, but he's biting off your panties and lapping at your cunt like he's needed you for weeks.
Loves how wet you get with every little grunt and growl he lets out as you're riding him until the fur around his navel and thighs is soaked with you. One huge, clawed hand has a tight grip around your middle to keep you from squirming while he fucks his knot up into you.
If you're feeling tired he's giving you the most pathetic puppy eyes and no he doesn't even feel embarrassed about begging because fuck he just needs to have you squeezing around his cock while he breeds you please please please...
Wants you flat on your tummy for your comfort and so he can press you deeper into the mattress every time he sinks into you. He has both your hands wrapped completely in one of his and pinned above your head when he pushes his knot in so slowly, almost cumming again from the way you're whimpering and crying into the sheets.
Synopsis: Was Valko an asshole for fucking you? You're the one who answered the door in nothing but a towel, smelling so fucking good. What else was he suppose to do?
Pairing: Valko/reader/Caleb
Word Count: ~5.1k
Warnings: Porn without plot, Knotting, Breeding, Biting, Oral Sex(M and F receiving), Threesome, Doggy Style, Missionary, Spitroasting, Caleb Uses the Nickname Meimei, Caleb is Called Gege, Squirting, Multiple Orgasms, Valko has dick piercings (let me know if I missed anything, please!)
A/N: Just 5k worth of smut. Nothing more. The next fic about Valko will have some plot but right now Paw Patrol took the smut brain and ran with it. Sorry not sorry.
AO3
You don’t know what possessed you to invite Valko in when your step-brother, Caleb had to leave to go out for something he left at aviation school, but you did and now here you was with his long thick cock wedged between your thighs as your pussy leaks juices along his hard shaft. You tilt your head back and moan in his ear as your hands scramble to pull at the short reddish auburn hair at his nape.
Honestly, what where you thinking when you answered the door in nothing but a towel on since you had just gotten out of the shower. You even made the stupid decision to let him inside when he offered to wait for Caleb to return. But you always had a crush on Valko from the moment you saw him at a party with Caleb two and half years ago.
“Fuck, pup...” came his gruff voice as his hands grip your waist tightly. He drags his hips back and forth, sliding his dick between your silky thighs as your pussy leaks your slick juices; his precum dripping from his tip with every thrust. Valko throws his head back as he resists the urge to hike your leg up and push his thick cock deep into your aching pussy. You were still his best friend’s precious sister, blood or not between you and Caleb.
Valko wonders if he should be an asshole and give you what you were clearly begging him everytime you slide that deliciously wet cunt over his shaft, moaning his name so sweetly in his ear. A growl rumbles in his chest as he leans over and places his lips next to your ear and says, “You want me to fuck you, don’t you slutty pup? That‘s why you answered the door in nothing but your towel? Why you invited me up to your room? C’mon tell me~”
You let out a whimper as you curl your fingers around his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin. Your mouth parts, but no words formed as you buck and grind your hips faster, stroking his cock as your squeeze your thighs. You were so close, yet you could quiet bring yourself to that climax. A soft whimper rises in your throat as you open your eyes to gaze into Valko’s warm amber ones. “Val...ko...” You moan out softly, your head rolling back as his teeth nip at the tender flesh of your neck. The steady wet, plop-plop-plop of your skin meeting as he works you faster over his throbbing dick fills your head.
You knew in the back as a gush of your juices leaks out your cunt, coating his dick with your arousal. Dull white teeth bury into the plush of your bottom lip as you try to gather your thoughts. You knew that you shouldn’t be doing this. Your step brother could return any minute now and find you grinding your pussy over his best friend’s dick or worse. Valko fucking you. “I..I shouldn’t...fucking hell that feels so fucking good...We shouldn’t Vah-” Your voice breaks off in a moan when his hand slips between you two and his deft fingers find your clit, rubbing it in controlled tight circles that had you keening as your pussy gushes more, coating your thighs in cream.
“Hmm? You say something, Little red?” His lips curl into a wolfish smile, canines gleaming in the dim lighting of your room as he all but purrs the nickname out. His thumb continues to rub slow meticulous circles over your throbbing little clit until your keens turn into broken sobs. He stops pumping his hips, letting you grind down on his as his free hand comes up to cup your jaw and turns your eyes back onto his. “I asked you a question, pup? Gonna answer me or are you too blissed out, hmm? You want my cock in you?”
Your eyes dart over to your door. You locked it, right? Tongue slipping out to glide over your bottom lip as you swallow thickly, you nod your head and hike your leg up over his hip. “Fuck me, Valko. Please? I need to feel you.” You reach down behind you to grab his cock and position it at your entrance as you stand on your tip toes to rub the velvety head through your folds, coating the tip in your essence and feel his pre-cum leaking from the slit. “Ahh, please....I need it...Valko~”
The saccharine sound of your voice moaning his name so syrupy sweet was his undoing. He hooks your leg up in the crook of his arm, opening you up more for him as he bends his knees slightly as he lines up with your slick hole. Slowly, he pushes the large pierced mushroomed crown of his swollen cock into your tight little pussy. He rocks his hips back and forth as he works open your entrance until he breaches your channel and slides inch by delicious inch, every barbel of his Jacob's ladder scraping along your inner walls. His head falls back as he voice turns into a low whimper as his breathes, “Fuck..you’re so wet and warm. Could stay in this pussy forever.” His other hand hooks under your opposite leg, hoisting you up to bounce you up and down on his cock, the reverse Prince Albert piercing battering against your cervix every time he bottoms out. “Take every single bit of me, little red~”
“Vah-” Your words come out in the choked moan as your arms come up to wrap around his neck as your legs dangle from the crooks of his elbows. The steady schlik schlik of your sopping pussy clinging to his dick with every thrust echoes in your head. Your eyes widen as you feel the row of piercings dragging along the inner walls of your cunt. How did you forget that Valko was pierced?! It was too much. Valko was too much. Stretching your little cunt to the limit and each thurst felt like he was trying to fuck past your cervix and into your womb, The pierced tip battering your insides, but it was all you could do was moan and cry out for him as his teeth left marks over your neck and chest. You feel his nose pressing into the crook of your neck and shoulder as he breathes in your scent. A gasp rises up in your chest as your feel his tongue drag over your pulse point.
The door to your room creaks open and you lift your head in surprise to see Caleb leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed and eye brow lifted. He watches as Valko continues to bounce you on his cock, listening to the lewd sounds of your fucking. Just as you were about to shove Valko away, Caleb raises his hand and a smirk teases at his lips. “Val, you started without me. You’re such a bad boy.”
Valko lifts his head from your neck, never stopping his thrusting into your weeping cunt, a wolfish smile curls at his lips as he purrs out. “Sorry about that ‘leb. Pussy smelled too good to resist anymore.” He laughs softly as he turns back to look at you, that wolfish grin increasing until you swore you could see fangs gleaming in his mouth. He lets out a groan as your puffy walls squeeze down on him and his hands move to grip the rounded flesh of your ass to move you even faster. A growl rumbles in his chest as he tosses his head back, losing himself into the warm, wet feeling of your cunt gushing over his length, juices running down to his heavy balls. “Fuck, pup, you’re squeezing me s’tightly. You like that you got caught? Such a naughty girl~” He could feel the telltale signs of his orgasm approaching and he growled as he gritted his teeth.
Were you ready to learn the truth?
Caleb’s eyes trail over the many blooming marks that litters your neck and shoulders as the lewd, wet sounds of skin meeting skin echoes throughout the room. His cock jumps in his pants as he hears the sounds of your whimpers as Valko fucks into you faster, harder. “She is a nasty girl, aint she, Val? Bet she wants us both, huh? Is that why you didn’t lock the door, pipsqueak?” He pushes himself off the door frame and stalks his way over to where you were, slowly stripping out of his clothes until his heavy cock bobs between his legs, pre-cum drooling from the leaky tip. He reaches where you were keening on Valko’s dick, his large hand wrapping around your waist and pressing down on the faint imprint on your belly, making you squeal out. “Feels good having my best friend so deep in your guts, meimei?”
Your eyes roll back when Caleb calls you that, drool seeping out your lips as you throw your head back with a lewd cry of his name. “That’s it...Cum on Valko’s cock for me, pips. That’s a good girl.” He watches as your body convulses, shaking and trembling as your back arches and your walls flutter around the redhead. “That’s a good meimei...Come here.” Caleb pulls you off of Valko and into his arms, shooting his best friend a knowing look when he hears the growl that bubbles in the other man’s chest. He lifts you up on his shoulders, his nose nuzzles your slick inner thighs. “I’m borrowing her for a minute, Val? You don’t mind, do you?” Caleb moved over to your bed, hovering your body over it. “Let me clean up this mess you made, yeah?”
Before you could even say anything, your back slams against your mattress as Caleb’s skilled tongue works its way through your folds. Your fingers immediately fly to his short brown hair, unsure if it was you pull him away or push him closer to your already sensitive core. “Gege!” You cry out, thrashing weakly underneath his massive body. Your clit was buzzing, throbbing in tune with your fluttering heart as you shook your head from side to side. You had just cum and yet, from the quick flicks and licks from Caleb’s tongue he was seeking to make you do it again. Your body lurches when he circles your leaky hole with his ring and middle fingers before slowly easing them inside. “Caleb!”
Caleb purrs into your cunt, slurping lewdly as your juices continue to leak out, making sure to catch her drop into his ravenous mouth. His presses his fingers in deep, curling them until he finds that rough, spongy patch that never ceases to make you cream and gush on his face. “C’mon...give gege what he wants. Then he’ll fill this pretty pussy up with his cock just like always~” His licks turn into quick lashes of his tongue against your pulsing clit as his fingers increase their pace. He ruts his hips into the mattress to find some relief as he slurps at your throbbing clit, massaging it with his lips and tongue as he thrusts into your weeping hole vigorously.
Valko whimpers as he strokes his hand over his aching cock, smearing your slick juices over the length, his palm gliding over the six barbells pierced on the underside of his shaft. He licks his lips as his eyes close as he pictures his hand as your sweet little cunt squeezing him as he fucks his firsts to sound of your moans. “Fuck, ‘leb...just had to take her before I could breed that little pussy, huh?”
Caleb lifts his head to shoot his best friend, a knowing smirk. His violet eyes to see the way his cock was twitching under his palm, the base trying to swell up. “Soon, Val...” Was his reply as his fingers found that spot that makes your body tremble as you squeak out. Your walls pulse and flutter around his fingers as he draws out of your orgasm. He sits up and kisses you, his tongue slipping inside and letting your taste yourself still clinging to his lips. “Pips, who do you want to fuck you? Me or Valko? Choose quickly or we’ll just take turns~”
You were reduced to a babbling mess of incoherent words. You did want Caleb’s cock knocking down your walls like always whenever you two were alone, but this would be the first time you had an audience.Your eyes dart over to where Valko was standing, cock in hand as he strokes his fist over the thick length, each barbel shiny with traces of your slick cum as a bead of his milky seed drools down the barbel through his fat tip, You lick your lips, pink tongue gliding over them before you swallow. Your chest was still panting from the back to back orgasms, clit still buzzing from pleasure as you whine out your answer . “Want my gege to fuck me as I suck Valko off.” You flutter your lashes as you lift your hand in a weak effort to beckon Valko over.
Caleb’s lips curl into a smirk as he tips his head at his best friend. “You heard her, Val? She wants to suck your cock while I pound this sweet little cunt.” He grabs his dick by the base and rubs the leaking tip through your glistening folds. His eyes find his best friend’s amber ones as Valko crawls over to the head of the bed and lets you rest your head on his well muscled thigh. “Go on, meimei~ Suck him off.” He lines up with your quivering hole as he pushes your legs to your chest. “Stay just like this, pips.”
Before you could say anything, Caleb thrusts his length into your weeping hole, not giving you a chance to adjust as he begins a slow brutal pace. Your mouth drops open in a moan of his name as your hands grip his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh and leaving red crescent shapes.
“Aww, don’t forget about Valko, pipsqueak. Just look at how hard he is for you.” Caleb lets out a chuckle through his nose as drool begins to seep out of the corner of your mouth. His hips snap into yours, stretching your inner walls as you desperately try to squeeze around him. “Fuucckk,” He curses lowly under his breath as he slows his pace just enough for you to think properly. “Let Valko see those pretty eyes while you take him down that pretty throat, pipsqueak...” He smiles when you open your mouth and stick out your tongue.
Valko runs his fingers through your hair, his nails feeling sharp against your scalp. He takes his other hand and guides the pierced tip to your awaiting tongue. A shudder rolls down his spine as you swirl his tip around before suckling it. “Fuck, such a good girl.” His eyes began to glow as his hand reached around to wrap gently around your throat. “That’s it, red. Relax your throat f’me~ You can take me deeper. Yesss....” He hisses when you do as he says, the muscles of your neck relaxing and allowing him to slide even deeper, the six rows of barbels scarping along the walls, His thumb presses gently on the bulge his cock was making as he slowly thrusts his hips. “Fuck, Caleb....I don’t know how much longer I can hold out...”
You whimper as the two men share your body, pussy suelching as Caleb fucks you into the mattress as your mouth stretches to accommodate Valko’s thick cock. Spit pools on your tongue as you breathe, bubbles forming and popping with each thrust and leaving thick strings of spittle clinging to the neatly trimmed patch of auburn hair at Valko’s base. You swirl your tongue around his cock as you squeeze and clench your pussy around Caleb. Your ankles lock themselves around your step-brother’s neck as your free hand reaches to wrap around Valko’s cock to stroke what couldn’t fit. That’s when you felt it. The slight swelling at his base.
Caleb looks at his best friend, seeing the way his teeth were gritted and his fingers were trembling. A smug smirk spreads over his lips. You were in for a treat then. Thrusting inside deeply and holding it, grinding his pelvis against your clit, he feels your body convulse and a stream of hot liquid splashes up between you two. Caleb then reaches out and places his hand on Valko’s head, scratching. “Let go,Val.”
Valko’s body freezes as a pair of fluffy wolf ears spring up on his head and long thick tail fluffs out behind him, springing out the base of his spine. His canines lengthen into fangs as his pupils constrict slightly as the amber lightens to a golden sheen. “Fuck, Caleb.” Valko’s voice was a hard growl as he shakes his head, ears twitching on top of his head. “I need to be back inside her, breeding her until she’s stretched out on my knot.”
Feeling your juices running down to his balls, Caleb removes his hand from Valko’s ears after flicking one playfully. “You wanna knot my meimei, Val?” He says teasingly as his hand slips between your thighs and quickly finds your clit. You let out a choked moan around Valko’s cock, still unaware of the change in the wolf. Spittle spills from your mouth as you messily choke down Valko’s dick, your tongue swirling around his shaft. “You don’t wanna cum using her pretty little mouth?”
Valko growls once more as his squeezes his hand around your throat, pressing down more on the bulge his cock was making, he could feel his knot swelling as his dick twitched. His eyes glow a brilliant gold as he locks gazes with his best friend, noting the challenging look in Caleb’s violet eyes. “You and I both know it's not a good idea for me to cum in her mouth.” He lets out a whimper as a shiver crawls down his spine as your fingers move to caress his heavy sack. “Fucking hell, pup...I don’t wanna cum yet, but you’re making it hard~” His tail thumps lazily on the bed as he looks down at you.
Caleb snaps his hips into yours once more, the wet smack echoing throughout the room, making you pull away from Valko’s cock to let out a scream of pleasure. “Gege!” You place your hand between you two, your hips pulling back to escape the intensity of his cockhead nudging so incessantly at your cervix, threatening to breach the tightly muscle. “Too much!”
He grabs your jaw gently with his left hand and pulls you in for another deep kiss, his tongue swirling in your mouth and licking up every drop of saliva. “Pipsqueak...” He purrs out before turning your face to look up at Valko. He chuckles as your eyes widen at the sight of the wolf ears twitching on top of the older man’s head. “Valko, here, wants to knot you. To breed that pretty little pussy and stuff you full of his cum. You want that, nasty girl?”
“What? Knot me?” Your gut twisted in anticipation as your eyes flicker between Valko and Caleb. Valko was a demihuman wolf? Your gaze drifts down to his cock and you could see that the base was more swollen than the rest of his shaft. You look up at Caleb, your bottom lip trembling as you nod. “Please? I’m on the pill, you know this, Caleb. I want to feel Valko’s knot...”
Valko’s lips twitch into a wide wolfish grin as he wraps her hand under your arms and pulls you off Caleb’s dick. “Gona borrow her back, ‘leb. You don’t mind so you?”He cheekily shot back the same line Caleb had said to him. “On your hands and knees, Little Red. Wanna see you present this pretty little pussy to me while I stuff you full of me~” He smiles and his eyes flashes as he watches as your lips part in a gasp. “That’s it, pup. Hands and knees for me. Such a good fucking girl.” He watches with sharp golden eyes as you flip around onto your hands and knees for him, back arching into a perfect bow as your ass wiggles enticingly in the air. “Look at how wet you are, pup. Fuck I can’t wait til I fill this needy hole. But first...”
Your body lurches when Valko smacks the flesh of your ass before lowering his head and swiping his tongue through your folds. “Shit!” You curse as you throw your head back, fingers curling into the sheets under you. “Vah-” Your words are cut off in a whimper as Caleb grips your jaw in his hands again, guiding your lips to his cock.
“Don’t forget about me, pipsqueak~ I still haven’t cum yet. You don't want gege to suffer, do you. C’mon, use that tongue while Valko gets you ready to take his knot.”
Valko growls as your taste spreads over his taste buds, better than even what you smelled like. “Fuck, red, you tatse s’good. Can get addicted to your flavor.” He pulls away, his tongue leaving a lon string of saliva behind before he gathers in all of the ti to spit it back on ti your protruding clit. His eyes watch as the glistening trail mixes with the slick juices that trickles out your quivering hole before leaning back in to capture it all on his tongue once more. His nose rubs at your folds as he shakes his head and thrusts his tongue in deep.
You whine around Caleb’s dick as he guides your head in a steady rhythm by gripping your hair at the base of your skull. The thick tip of him battering the back of your throat as you swallow around him. Your belly flares with heat as you feel Valko begin to fuck your pussy wit his tongue in a similar way he had done with his cock earlier. You moan his name, the vibrations making Caleb groan out as his hips stutter in their rhythm.You try to pull away from the feeling of his tongue, but something soft and fluffy wraps around your waist and holds you in place as his hand smacks the round kesh of your ass.
”Nuh huh, pup...Stay right there and cum on my tongue for me. Let me drink you down before I fill you with my knot.” His tongue moves faster, working over your clit as his lips suction around it, Vlako starts letting out whiny little whimpers as he your scent fills him and his hips start canting and humping the air as his cock bobs heavily between his thighs, pre-cum leaking steadily from the tip. His thumb swipes over the puckered hole of your ass as he nudges at it gently, feeling your walls tighten around his tongue. “That’s it, lil’Red, you can do it. You're allowed to feel pleasure from my tongue. Squirt f’me. Squirt down my throat.”
The burning heat simmering low in your belly turns into a raging inferno as you hollow out your cheeks in a scream as your thighs quiver and your juices begin to leak out and drip down Valko’s awaiting tongue.”Mmph....” You swallow once more around Caleb’s cock as you feel your release squirt out of you, your thighs shaking and threatening to give out if Valko’s tail wasn’t supporting you as well as the firm grip his hands had on your asscheeks. You raise your eyes to look up at Caleb as you feel Valko pull away from your sensitive cunt to line his weeping tip up.
Caleb catches your look and his hand cups your cheek that was pocketing his dick. “Take it, Pips. I know you can handle him.”
“You ready, pup?” Valko asks as he rubs the cool metal of his piercing along your folds, teasing your still buzzing clit from your orgasm. At your weak, pitiful sounding moan, Valko slowly pushes the flared, pierced head of his cock into your warm. A whine vibrates in his chest as his hands move to grip your waist, tail unfurling from around you to wag behind him. His jaw ached with the need to clamp down on your nape to hold you in place as he ruts his knot into you. “Fuckk...You’re still so goddamn tight even after Caleb pounded you into the mattress.” Valko sinks his cock in slowly, letting you feel every single inch, every bump of his Jacob’s ladder until his heavy sac smacks against your clit.
You let out a garbled moan around Caleb’s cock as your tongue swirls around his shaft, drool leaking down your chin to drip over your chest. Pushing your hips back, you try to get Valko to set a fast pace, needing to feel him absolutely batter your insides with that pierced dick of his. You feel Caleb gather your hair at the base of your skull to pull you further down on his cock until your nose his buried in the neat brown hair trailing down his abs. you work your throat muscles around him as you turn your watery eyes up at him, silently pleading with him to cum, to let you taste him on your tongue. You feel Valko’s fingers dig into your hips as he yanks you back onto his cock, fucking you at a brutal pace.
Caleb’s cock twitches within the warmth of your mouth and he knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer, especially if you kept looking at him with those eyes. “Shit, Pipsqueak, if you keep sucking me down like this, I’m gonna cum down this sinful little throat. That’s exactly what you want, huh?” He chuckles as he watches you nod your head, a hum of agreement vibrating down his length. His balls tighten as his cock swells slightly as he uses your hair to hold you close to his body. “Fuck...here it comes, naughty meimei~” Thick, creamy ropes of white paints your throat as Caleb’s body shivers from the force of his release. His breathing is hard as his softening cock slips out of your mouth. Caleb’s thumb reaches out to wipe at the excess that escaped your greedy little mouth. “She’s all yours, Val.”
No sooner than when those words left Caleb’s mouth, Valko’s wolf ears twitch as his fangs grit against each other. “C’mere, Red~” He growls as your hands move from your hips to your breasts as he sits back on his haunches. His hands squeeze at your breasts, tweaking your nipples until your voice is a high pitched whimper as he thrusts up until you. He feels his knot swelling, pressing against your entrance with every thrust. “Fuck, gonna fill you with my knot, stuff you full of my cum, gonna breed you so fucking good.” His words came out in growls as one of his hands ghost back down your twitching little clit, rubbing it in fast circles. Valko bounces you up and down on his cock as his teeth bite down on the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Go on and cum for me again, mark with your scent, Red. Drown me in it.”
Your voice came out a high pitched keen as you scream out his name. Your juices squirt out of you, soaking the bed, your thighs and Valko’s thighs. “Valko...No more...I can’t...”
Valko chuckles. “I’m almost there.” He moves his hand away from your breasts and grabs your wrist and guides your hand down to the spot where you two were connected. “Feel that? That’s about to go inside you. You’re gonna be stuck with me for a while, You want that? Want my fat knot stretching that pretty hole? Yes, yes you do. Good fucking girl~” He snarls as his knot finally slips insidem growing bigger inside you as his balls tighten, drawing up as his cum paints your insides white in his color. His knot swells as he cums, keeping it all inside and not letting a single drop waste. “Fuck, you feel tat big fucking knot inside you, plugging in all that cum?”
You whine at the stretch, his knot filling your body and keeping Valko’s hot cum inside your body. “Haahh...” You let out a breath, spit clinging to your lips as your mouth hangs open. “Its so big...Feels so full...Valko....” Your arms reach behind you to curl around his neck, finger finding the fluffy ears perched on top of his head and the first thing tat came to your fucked out mind was, “Good boy, Valko...” You smile lazily as you could feel his cock still twitching inside you as his release slows to a trickle. Your head rolls back to rest against his shoulder as your chest heaves with every breath. you shift your gaze over to Caleb, who had already pulled on a pair of grey sweatpants. “How long?”
Caleb smirks. “How long what? His knot holds? I don’t know, pips. First time I’ve seen him do this.” He flips Valko the bird with a grin. “Asshole move to start without me by the way, Val.”
Valko laughs as he wraps his arms around you, holding you close and nuzzling the top of your head. “Bout 30-45 minutes. Her fault for smelling so good.”
“I meant how long have you known Valko was a wolf demihuman?!” You arch your brow as you pinch Valko’s thigh. “And how is this my fault?”
The redhead shrugged, barely flinching when you pinch him. “Maybe don’t answer the door dressed only in a towel, Little Red? How are you by the way? I wasn’t too rough was I?”
"N-No, it was perfect..." Your face heats up as you realize that tis was kind of your fault for answering the door in just your towel, then inviting Valko up to your room. You huff and cross your arms over your chest, “Shut up, wolfie.” You gingerly touch the mark on your neck that is sharp teeth left behind. “Kinda stings here.”
Valko’s tongue immediately slips out and laps at the bite mark he left behind. “Better?”
“You’re still an asshole, Val.” Caleb walks over to examine the bite, making sure it didn’t need to be tended to and cleaned up properly.
“Shut up, ‘leb”
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you’ve been in love with your best friend from high school, but buried all of your feelings to keep your friendship safe. enjin doesn’t realize his own until someone else starts looking your way, and he’ll do anything to be the only one in your heart.
tags ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ modern/college au, frat!jin, fem!reader, best friends to lovers, she fell first he fell harder, jealous and possessive enjin, barely there zodyl and reader (two scenes at the start to push the story forward), mentions of recreational drug use and drinking, swearing, plot with porn, virgin!reader, first time p in v sex, oral (f receiving), implied size difference, mating presses, whole lotta praising, talking you through it, enjin’s a down bad softie!! he's also a biter, and uses a lot of pet names, possible dacryphilia if you squint, kind of proof read but i blacked out halfway through, not beta read
wc ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ 10.3k
a/n ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ did i hear someone say more frat!jin…? I AM HERE TO PROVIDE! i’m not the most comfortable with writing smut, but i wanted to give it a shot. i hope it turned out alright, and i do wanna try writing it more, so be patient with me since it’s a bit rough :,) ya girl needs practice lol. not the happiest with this one but i must feed you all with more of my agenda… xx
It’s the most picture perfect Saturday morning in August—the sun coming in all warm and golden through the kitchen windows, the air still cool before it turns gross and sticky later, and birds singing like they’re only there to romanticize the start of the semester. The first week of classes is over, no assignments due and no responsibilities pulling at you yet. Everything is so quiet and calm. So peaceful.
You should be in bed. Still asleep. Rotting peacefully all warm n’ cozy under your comforter.
But no.
You’re in Enjin’s kitchen at the ass crack of dawn making this dumbass hangover remedies.
The blender kicks on and he groans from the table behind you like he’s on life support. “Does that thing know how to be quiet?”
“Enjin.” Could he be any more dramatic? “It's a blender.”
“Okay? They need to invent quieter ones.”
He went too hard at his frat’s opening party last night. Gris had to physically drag his barely functioning body home earlier this morning, and not even twenty minutes later he was calling you whining and all pathetic, “Please come help me, ma'…”
Were you shocked by the condition he was in? Not even a little. If anything, this is tame for an early-semester hangover. You’ve seen him way worse, like, foaming at the mouth and nonverbal. You’re surprised he hadn’t died from alcohol poisoning along the way.
Did you start bitching at him the second you walked through the door? Obviously. And did he have the nerve to squint at you and go, “Baby, can you not? My head is literally splitting,” like you’re the villain here? Yes. Which only made you double down, because the audacity of catching an attitude while you’re voluntarily providing emergency services before your internal alarm clock went off is, quite frankly, insane.
But you still got to work anyway.
You set the smoothie down in front of him, then slide over the plate of eggs and toast you made. It looks wholesome sitting next to the half-drunk Gatorade he’s been nursing since he woke up.
He stares at the plate, poking at the eggs and breaking the yolk. “I kinda thought you’d bring McDonald’s or something…”
You smack him upside the head and point at the food. Enjin glares at you, yet takes a bite anyway. He can whine all he wants, but he’s the one who begged you to come over—not to mention your breakfast clears a McGriddle by a mile.
Sitting across from him with your arms crossed, you yawn. You were up late too—just not stumbling around his frat house. You stayed in, binge-watching shows to reset your brain after getting handed all your new classes this week.
Enjin had something to say about that too, complaining about how your attendance at his frat was so important to him. But that’s when all the crazies come out, and there was no way you were dealing with blackout freshmen puking on your shoes.
It was bad enough you’re stuck taking care of an almost-puking Enjin as it is.
He's talking, nearly spitting pieces of egg at you.
“Ew, gross—don’t talk with your mouth full. I know your mom taught you better than that.”
He ignores the jab and picks up a piece of toast, holding it out toward you. “You’re going to make a good wife someday, you’ve already had plenty of practice with me.”
You snort. “I don’t play wife with you, I’m basically your maid.”
“Maid, wife. Same difference.”
“You’re such a dick, you know that?”
Your eyes drift past him to the wall behind the kitchen table. The photos are still taped up unevenly with peeling corners—pictures of his frat brothers, old high school friends, random blurry party shots. Then there are the ones of you two.
Prom. Graduation. One from the first time you ever hung out outside of school—both of you younger, awkward, not quite this version of yourselves yet.
You’ve been best friends since high school. He was new, and you were assigned to show him around. He wasn’t all that different back then—still sassy and observant—but he was quieter, less sure of himself, and you were the first person who made the place feel less foreign for him.
Sometimes you think it was fate that shoved you into each other’s lives that day, because without it, you probably would’ve stayed in completely separate circles. You don’t think you would’ve chosen each other on purpose.
As much as you can’t stand him some days, you’re inseparable. He’s—corny as it sounds—your person. And if anyone asked him, he’d say you’re his too. Zero hesitation.
And if things weren’t already stereotypical enough as is, you’d definitely had feelings for him at one point—because who wouldn’t have? Enjin’s always been a hot shot. Even as a teenager he's had that thing about him. It wasn’t exactly earth shattering and shocking that you developed a crush.
You had a boyfriend when the two of you first met (sadly your first and only one, actually), which ended a bit after you and Enjin became inseparable. He said it was because of how close you were. At the time it felt crazy dramatic, but looking back, you get it. When you’re young, any attractive guy with that kind of presence feels like competition.
Especially one who seems to understand you better than your own boyfriend does.
And once that fell apart, you fell. Head over your damn heels. He’s cute and funny, makes you feel important and treats you like you're his girl—just not officially. Princess treatment before it was even a joke between you two—to this day you’re spoiled absolutely rotten. It wasn’t exactly hard to grow heart eyes.
But first and foremost, you were his best friend. That was the foundation, and always had been. And over time, that really did become enough.
It took a little while to settle into that reality, sure. But as you both grew up and matured, you realized something important—you didn’t want to risk losing your person over feelings that might complicate everything. Being his homegirl, his ride or die, the one he calls first—that meant more than anything ever could.
~
One month later…
“Excuse me.”
You turn at the voice behind you.
It’s some guy you’re pretty sure you haven’t noticed in this lecture before—and you feel like you would’ve remembered him. He’s got this blank, almost drained expression—like he hasn’t slept in weeks, which is pretty impressive considering it’s only the second week of the semester. There are faint streaks of grey in his hair too. Damn, how old is this guy?
Okay, he doesn’t look old. Just like he’s lived three lives already and none of them went smoothly. Here’s to a fourth?
“Do you have this week’s notes?” he asks. His voice is nice, low and deep. Pretty, even. It just sounds like he’s running on a dead battery.
“Yeah,” you tap your laptop. “They’re all on here though.” He nods once. “That’s fine.”
There’s a pause. He’s still looking at you.
“So… Do you want me to email them to you, or…?”
He nods again and gestures toward your laptop.
You hesitate for half a second—because, hello, stranger—but hand it over anyway.
“I feel like I haven’t seen you in class before,” you say, attempting small talk while he types in his email. He doesn’t look up. “I’m always in the back. I moved up a few seats because someone kept taking mine.”
“This late in?” You let out a small laugh. “Swear some people don’t understand seating rules.”
“There are seating rules?”
“Um… yeah. Like, once you pick your seat the first week, everyone just collectively agrees that’s your spot.”
He finishes typing and hands the laptop back to you. You’re still not sure what to make of him. You glance at the email he sent it to. “Zodyl… cool name.”
“Thank you.”
You try to introduce yourself in return, but he cuts you off, “I know.”
You’re spent thinking about that interaction for the rest of the day. You’ve met some interesting people before, but he’s definitely up there.
Later that evening, sprawled out on your floor and staring at the ceiling while Enjin lounges on your bed—you’re rambling, replaying every second of it while he half listens, tossing in comments whenever he feels like it.
“He kind of looks like a bug,” you say, sitting up suddenly. “Wait. What if he is a bug and just hasn’t figured out human interaction yet?”
Enjin hums. “Sounds like you’re bug-phobic.”
“I am not! I can be accepting of bug people. He seems nice enough. Just… super weird.”
“Maybe he thought you were pretty. Made him nervous.”
“He did not seem into me—”
“Nah, he wanted a piece of that and short-circuited.”
You smack his leg. “Shut up. Quit being an ass.”
“I’m serious!” He kicks that same hand, “Guys get weird when they’re into someone.”
He’s not overly concerned about this Zodyl guy, but you forming connections with random men has always made him cautious.
Enjin knows how guys are. He is one—and you’re his girl to look out for.
“Zodyl…” He finally looks up from his phone to glance at you on the floor. “Isn’t he the one who hangs out with that super wacked-out group?”
You scoff. “Aren’t you one to talk.”
“I think he’s a narc. Actually—no. Maybe not. Pretty sure one of his friends is on drugs.”
“Can you be nice for, like, two seconds?”
“Says the girl who just called him a bug. Guess we’re both hypocrites.”
~
When you walk into class again, Zodyl is sitting in the seat next to yours. He doesn’t acknowledge you when you drop your bag down and pull your chair out, just sits there facing forward like a creepy NPC in a horror game.
You've started unpacking your things when he speaks. “Thank you for your help.”
“With…?”
“Lending me your notes.”
“Oh.” You remember. “Yeah, no worries. I’m glad I’m not taking them for nothing.”
“I didn’t steal anyone’s seat.” Zodyl looks at your confused expression for a brief second before facing forward again. “The seating rules.” He adds, a strand of hair falling near his nose in a way that feels cinematic. “No one had been sitting here. I didn’t take a seat.”
You can’t help but laugh. “I mean, I wasn’t filing a complaint.”
“I didn’t want you to think I was inconsiderate.”
The professor starts shuffling papers at the front, and students are settling in. “Do you care if I stay here?” he asks.
You look at him properly this time. Okay, maybe he doesn’t seem as strange up close. “Not at all,” you say, smiling. “Mi casa es su casa.”
“What?”
“Never mind.” You wave it off. “You’re welcome to sit there, Zodyl.”
After class, he hands you a piece of paper. You take it, looking confused as you glance down at it and back up at him.
He gestures toward sheet in your hand. “Your number.”
You blink. “My phone number?”
Passing you a pen as confirmation, you think he could’ve passed you his phone instead—but sure. This works too.
“If I need more help. You do well with this subject.”
“Yeah, of course!” You beam at the compliment. “Always happy to be of assistance.” You think, just for the faintest moment, there may be the slight chance of the smallest smile on his face. Or you’re crazy.
As he’s going to leave, “I like your sweater. Purple is a nice color on you.”
Later that afternoon, you burst into Enjin’s apartment without knocking. “Zodyl asked for my phone number. Well, sort of. He didn’t really ask—”
Enjin barely reacts to the intrusion—you do this all the time—mid-sip of his beer.
“Bug-man?” He asks, eyeing you as you pace around his kitchen.
“Yes, bug-man,” you’re practically doing laps around the room. “But he’s not actually that scary up close.”
“He was up close?”
“He moved to the seat next to mine. And then asked if it was okay that he stayed there.” Pause. “It was kind of cute.”
“So now bugs are cute?”
You grab an apple off his counter and throw it at him. “Shut up, Jin’. I’m trying to tell you what happened.”
Enjin holds his free hand up in mock surrender. “My bad, mama. Continue.”
Your pacing begins again, along with the rambling. “He kept staring at me. Like, a lot. At first it was uncomfortable. Full eye contact, no blinking. I thought he was glitching.”
“Some people pay extra for that kind of attention.”
“What did I tell you about shutting up? Anyway, he asked for my number. Said it was for ‘help with class,’ but then he complimented my sweater.”
Putting your hands on your hips, you grin at Enjin, all teeth and bright eyes. “So now I’m kind of flattered by the staring. Maybe you were right. Maybe he does think I’m cute.”
Enjin tilts his head, “Of course he thinks you’re cute,” a beer is tossed to you. “I’ve been saying that. Took someone long enough to catch up.”
He gestures his can towards you. “Just don’t let him steal my spotlight.”
Which, unfortunately, after a few weeks, kind of started happening.
You were talking to Zodyl more. In class, obviously—but outside of it too. Sure, sometimes it was about lecture stuff—he did need help here and there. But he’d also start talking about projects he was working on, random ideas, or things he was building.
You still made time for Enjin, it would’ve been crazy not to. The routine included being at his place constantly, or he was at yours, or you were out somewhere with the group, or at one of his parties. You saw him pretty much every day.
But now, sometimes your phone would buzz and you’d glance down mid-conversation. Or you’d cut yourself off to respond to a text. Or you’d casually bring up bug-man (the nickname stuck).
It wasn’t that you had a new guy friend. You’ve always had them. You and Enjin share a huge friend group—you’re close with Gris, with Follo, with August and Corvus—even the dweeb kids Zanka and Rudo that Enjin somehow adopted during his fraternity service hours at the high school. You being friends with other guys has never been new, never been weird, and never been a problem.
What was new was that this guy was clearly into you.
And, again, Enjin knows how guys are. Enjin is guys. Mr. Easy. Mr. I-know-exactly-what-they’re-thinking-because-I’m-thinking-it-too. So yeah, it made him stressed. Not because he thought you couldn’t handle yourself—but because he knew how quickly things could flip. He didn’t like the idea of you getting played, used, or fed some bullshit.
You were his to look out for.
At first he didn’t pay much attention to Zodyl. But now? His guard was fully up, because if anyone was going to rescue you from a bad situation, it was him.
He crashed out a little when you skipped your weekly fast-food movie night to study with that… thing. You hadn’t missed one since you started them as teenagers. Sick? He’d just show up at yours. Busy? You’d make it work.
But no. Here comes the cockroach, interrupting tradition.
It didn’t help that Zodyl knew who he was, too. Which, okay—fair. Enjin was known campus-wide for more than a few reasons. That wasn’t the shocking part. What was shocking was how much he knew.
“Okay, so he’s a narc who hangs out with a druggie and now he’s a stalker,” Enjin said at one point, throwing his hands up after you casually mention something Zodyl knew about him that felt way too specific. “How the hell does he know about my lucky umbrella?”
You sigh, rubbing your forehead. “First of all, he’s not a druggie and his name is Jabber—”
“The fuck kind of name is Jabber? That’s not helping his case.”
“—Second of all,” you continue over him, “you carry that umbrella everywhere. Even when it’s sunny. Zodyl is just observant.”
“Why am I being observed?” Enjin demands. “And how does he know it’s lucky!”
He didn’t like Zodyl. Not at all. And technically, he didn’t even know him. Even if Zodyl somehow knew too much about him.
One time, Enjin spotted him in passing on the way to class. Decided to be mature about it for you. If this guy was going to be in your life, the least he could do was be polite.
He waved. Gave him his best smile, pearly white canines flashing in greeting. “Hey, man!”
Zodyl didn’t even look at him.
But Enjin had always been your number one complication when it came to men. Either he scared them off—because being best friends with a hot, confident guy is intimidating (see: your last boyfriend)—or he attracted the wrong ones. The kind who only got close to you because they wanted proximity to him.
Zodyl was neither. He didn’t seem repelled by Enjin, and he didn’t seem particularly interested in knowing him personally either. No weird fan behavior. Outside of, okay, maybe some mildly stalker-ish observational habits.
It was a nice change of pace—having someone who seems interested in you and not because of who you’re friends with. Even if Zodyl was kind of weird, and you could never fully get a read on what was going on in his head.
Enjin stayed cordial. For the most part. He’d toss in a comment here and there when you brought Zodyl up—nothing too serious, just enough to let you know he had opinions—but he never outright fought you on it. Unless it was something justified, like ditching movie night. That was so different.
Even with all his side-eyes and sarcastic remarks, he knows you’re an adult. He knows you’re not naïve. If anything, he knows you too well to think you’d let yourself get played without noticing.
That doesn’t mean he stops thinking about it.
Or worrying about it.
~
Follo squints at you, Semiu, and Tomme as you push your way into the kitchen. “What are you three supposed to be?”
It’s Halloween, aka the biggest party of the semester. The house is so packed you can barely see the floor, just a blur of shoes and spilled drinks and strobe lights.
“We’re kiss, marry, kill,” Semiu says, lifting the plastic knife she’s been carrying around all night.
“That’s basic.”
Her eyes narrow at him. “And what are you?”
Follo taps the crooked paper plumbob taped to a headband on his head. “I’m a Sim.”
You laugh. “Be serious.”
“I am serious.”
Semiu turns to Gris, who’s leaning against the counter with fake blood smeared across his shirt. “And you’re… bloody Adam Sandler?”
“I didn’t have time to get a costume, and the blood is from Corvus fighting for his life with Party City vampire gel. At least I’m not dressed as a prisoner.” Gris nods toward Enjin, who’s standing there in an orange jumpsuit. He just smirks. “It was either Ghostface or this, and I wanted to get handcuffed.”
Semiu clicks her tongue. “Of course you do.”
Tomme glances over her shoulder. “Tamsy’s somewhere in the living room as an angel.” You’re still laughing at everyone, all the shots in your system from the pre-game making things way funnier than they are. “So we’re all just Pinterest stereotypes tonight, let’s call it even.”
You make your way over to Enjin’s side—like you always do—and hold your hand out for his drink. He passes it without question. Your first instinct is to chug, then just as quickly you gag. “Ew, what the hell is in this?”
“A lot,” he takes the cup back. “We all brought different alcohol and just mixed it together. August added grenadine though, so it’s pretty much a cocktail.”
“That’s not a cocktail. I feel like I just drank water straight from Chernobyl.”
He laughs and throws his arm around you, pulling you into his side. In a house this packed, being next to him is the best place. He’s your designated safe spot.
“Are you supposed to be ‘kiss’?” he asks, poking one of the lipstick marks Semiu left on your cheek.
“Well I’m not wearing a veil or holding a knife, am I?”
“Do I get one?” Enjin puckers his lips dramatically, and you slap your hand over his mouth. “Go find someone to put you in handcuffs so I don’t have to deal with you.”
“I tried, there are no cop girls here. Very disappointing.”
“Should’ve gone with Ghostface. You would’ve gotten laid faster.”
Gris leans over Enjin’s shoulder, eyeing you. “So. Where’s your boyfriend?” Heat flushes your face. “He’s not my boyfriend.”
Enjin feels something hot twist in his chest. He couldn’t even get thirty minutes of standing next to you without that thing getting brought up. “He doesn’t seem like the party type anyway,” Enjin’s jaw clenches, voice tight.
“Yeah, but I asked if he wanted to come anyway. He wasn’t interested.”
Thank fucking God, he thinks.
And then, like clockwork, your phone lights up.
Every ounce of relief he had evaporates the second he sees the name on your screen.
“He can’t get enough of you, huh?” Follo throws in.
Enjin is actually going to punch someone.
You look down at your phone, and your lips curve softly. Your face lights up in a way that makes something in him snap. Before he even thinks about it, he snatches the phone out of your hand and lifts it above your head.
“Enjin!” you shout, jumping for it. “Give it back!”
“Get off your phone,” he holds it higher as you try to climb him. “Live in the moment.” The messages are still open. He sees the photos you sent earlier—your costume and a selfie of your trio.
zodyl !!
You look pretty.
Have fun tonight.
His grip tightens around your phone. For a split second he considers smashing it. Instead, he locks the screen and shoves it into his pocket. “No more phone tonight.”
“Whatever,” you shrug him off, visibly annoyed. “What is your problem?”
He doesn’t answer.
“C’mon,” you grab Semiu and Tomme’s hands. “I wanna dance.”
You drag them away to the group of people that are dancing in the living room, but never leaving Enjin’s line of sight. He never let you at parties.
Listen, you haven’t had a boyfriend since high school. You’ve never really shown much interest in dating either. So the idea of you actually having something with this guy?
The hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
Leaning back and watching you dance, Enjin decides to actually look at you. Like, really look at you. Figure out what it is that’s suddenly pulling Zodyl’s attention your way.
He starts with your face. Glitter highlight catching the lights, eyeshadow sparkling every time you turn your head. That loose, drunk smile painted in lipstick that matches the kiss prints on your cheeks and collarbones. Your hair falling in messy pieces around your face, swaying as you move.
Then lower.
The lace bra strap peeking out from under your little red dress, the fabric hugging you just right to leave very little to the imagination. His eyes trace the dip of your back. Your eyes. Your hair. Your neck. Your lips.
Your tits and ass.
You.
Oh.
Oh shit.
When did you get this hot?
He suddenly becomes hyper-aware of how you stand out from everyone else in the room.
You’re the most attractive girl at this party. And not in a “she’s my best friend so I’m obligated to think that” kind of way.
It’s a “I’ve suddenly opened my eyes and realized my best friend would be more than capable of getting my dick hard” kind of way.
He’s never thought you were ugly, of course he’s always known you’re pretty.
It’s just—back in high school, you were so dorky. In his head, that’s kind of where you stayed. His silly best bud.
When you’ve known someone that long, they sort of freeze in your mind. You stop updating the image. So he’s always seen you as that teenage girl he met freshman year.
He realizes you’re not that girl anymore. You’re grown. You’ve been grown.
Fuck, when did that happen?
Had you always gotten this kind of attention looking like this, and he just never clocked it? How did he, of all slutty men, miss your glaring sex appeal?
Is that why all of his past lovers got so angered by you? Because you—who’s objectively funny, smart, and clearly very attractive—were his girl best friend?
He always brushed it off as jealousy over the attention. And yeah, sure, he gave you a lot of it. Now he’s starting to think that wasn’t it. They weren’t just annoyed, they were threatened. Just as bad as the guys who saw him with you.
You were competition.
And if he were in their shoes? He’d feel insecure standing next to you too.
Now, knowing there are guys looking at you like that, something fires up under his skin. It doesn’t feel protective anymore, not like it usually does.
It feels territorial.
You’re his girl. You’ve always been his girl—and now there are other men looking at you?
Absolutely not.
That doesn’t work for him. That’s never been how this goes.
~
It becomes Enjin’s number one mission to steer Zodyl away from you. Or better yet, steal you back. Not that you’d actually been taken from him, but his ego took a hit that night, and something in him shifted. There’s this new awareness when he looks at you—and he doesn’t know what to do with it except act.
Operation: Kill The Roach.
After the party, he’s insufferable. Groaning every time your phone lights up. Rolling his eyes when you answer a call. Going dead silent the second Zodyl’s name gets mentioned. Any hint of him in your sentence and Enjin’s already bitching.
“I dunno babe, I just get bad vibes. Like, he ate birds as a kid or somethin’…”
“Birds?!”
You’re over it. Completely.
What used to be light teasing turns into actual arguments. Every time you say you’re going to hang out with Zodyl, it’s a fight. Every. Single. Time. He argues like it’s his job. You can see the jealousy plain as day—it’s written all over him—but what you don’t understand is why it showed up out of nowhere. He was fine before!
You try reassuring him. Tell him he’ll always be your best friend. Which, apparently, is the worst possible thing you could say. Nothing lands right anymore. You don’t even know what he wants from you at this point.
You and Enjin argue sometimes. That’s normal. But it’s never been like this between the two of you.
After one particularly nasty fight, you’re sitting on his bed, laptop open, trying to focus on a paper. He’s right beside you, silent. You can practically feel the heat radiating off him—the tension is suffocating.
You’re too tired to deal with it anymore.
“Hey.”
You don’t even look at him. “Don’t start again.”
“Do you think I’m hot?”
That makes you turn. “Come again?”
He’s staring at you like he’s dead serious. “I asked if you think I’m hot. Sexy. Attractive. Whatever.”
“I mean, yeah. Who doesn’t?” You squint at him. “Isn’t that what gets you pussy?” Snorting a little. “Definitely not your personality.”
“Okay…” His jaw tightens. “Do you think I’m hotter than Zodyl?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Pretty straightforward question, ma.”
“It’s not though?” He was being insane.
“Who’s more attractive? Me or him?”
“Dude, where is all of this coming from?”
“I’m not dude.”
“Okay, Enjin. Get your panties out of a twist.” You roll your eyes and scoff at his attitude, turning back to your laptop.
He shuts it mid-citation.
You barely have time to react before he moves in, bracing his arms on either side of you and popping your personal space bubble. You fall back slightly onto the pillow behind you, catching yourself on your elbows.
“Stop avoiding the question.” His eyes are locked on yours, and this doesn’t feel like your usual play-fighting.
“I—”
“Swear to God, if you dodge it again.”
“I don’t know!” You’re flustered now, fully. He’s not backing off. You swallow. “I guess I haven’t really thought about it?”
“Then think about it.”
You hesitate.
Sure, Zodyl is attractive. In his weird, bug-adjacent way. Handsome. Broody. That whole mysterious thing that works on people if you ignore the super off-putting energy.
But Enjin is… Enjin.
He has a reputation for a reason—anyone with functioning eyesight would say he’s sexy. You’ve also seen the parts no one else gets to. The real personality under the persona. You watched him grow into the man he is today.
And he’s one hell of a man.
“Um… you?” It comes out sounding like a question.
He’s way too close. “Why’d you say it like that? You lyin’ to me?”
“No.” You push at his forehead with one finger, trying to create space. “I just had to think about it.”
“Do you need to be convinced?”
A squeak slips out, “Convinced…?”
Your face is burning. He doesn’t even fully know what he meant by that, but you’re flushed and breathing shallow and looking at him like that, and his mouth is running ahead of his brain.
One of his hands lands on the headboard behind you—leaning in to where you can feel his breath on your cheek. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “I can convince you.”
You don’t know what to do with your hands, folding your arms awkwardly across your chest. “Jin’… be honest, are you jealous?”
He jerks back like you slapped him. “Jealous?” The idea is preposterous. What he’s feeling is far deeper than that. “No. I’m not jealous.”
You give a small, unimpressed laugh. “It’s been kind of sounding like it.”
He sits back with a huff, and you’re still half-reclined, heart racing, trying to process whatever the fuck just happened.
“Awh, c’mon. You’ll always be number one in my heart.” There you go, trying to reassure him again. You’re teasing, but the way you phrase it makes something twist in his chest.
Number one. Like there’s a ranking. Like there could be a number two. A number three. Like you could still choose someone else, and he’d just—
No. It doesn’t matter if he’s first or hundredth. There’s no room in your heart for any other man.
He doesn’t even know what he wants out of that. A relationship with you?
A relationship?
With you?
The two of you already have one. Just not the romantic kind—and the ideas never really crossed his mind before.
But now that it has, it won’t leave.
And the more he sits there, the more one thing becomes very clear to him. He wants—no, needs you to be his.
Enjin only ramps it up from there.
He’s working overtime with you now. Picking you up from every single class, whether you ask him to or not. And when you walk out of the one you share with Zodyl, he makes a whole production out of it—grabbing your arm, tugging you into his chest, telling you how much he missed you. Even if he literally saw you twelve hours ago.
Zodyl doesn’t react. No expression. Just a quiet “goodbye,” and he walks off.
Then texts you anyway.
So Enjin starts getting more physical. Not that physical affection was ever weird between you two—it’s always been a thing—but this is different. It’s doubled and bolder. A hand sliding onto your thigh with a squeeze while he drives. Pulling you tighter against him during movie night and pressing kisses to the top of your head. Fingers threading through your hair while you’re trying to focus on homework.
At parties, where he used to just rest a steady hand on your lower back to keep you grounded and near him, is now both hands planted on your hips. Your back flush against his chest, chin resting on your shoulder.
He even starts stripping down when he knows you’re coming over. Shirt gone. Sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Hair loose instead of slicked back—the way he knows you like it. He corners you in the kitchen once while you’re cooking, pressing in close under the excuse of “just grabbing a cup.” Tattooed biceps right by your head as he reaches above you.
Once, knowing you were coming over, he walked out into the living room straight from the shower—still dripping. Water tracked down his chest, droplets falling from the ends of his hair.
He stretched slowly, arms lifting over his head so his muscles flexed and shifted on purpose, towel falling enough to make you nervous he was about to flash you. Then he looked at you like he’d just noticed you were there. “Hey, pretty girl,” cue a very fake yawn, “when’d you get here?”
It’s way more intimate than it’s ever been. Friendly affection got left behind a mile ago.
He’s pulling out every trick he has. And Enjin has magic. He knows exactly how to use his charm, his presence. He’s slutting himself out more than ever before, and he’s laying it on thick.
Maybe too thick. More than he needed to.
Because there’s one thing he doesn’t know.
You used to have feelings for him.
You were still frustrated with him. Still violently annoyed. He was overbearing, dramatic, and utterly impossible lately.
But after that night—after he had you pinned between pillows and freedom, barely any space between you—you couldn’t ignore the feelings that slowly started to resurface.
The energy between you felt different. The way he looked at you wasn’t the same anymore. The way he touched you for sure wasn’t.
You started feeling like that same teenage girl who had the fattest crush on her best friend. The one who read too much into every lingering touch and every half-smile. He was getting you all hot n’ bothered—it was embarrassing. You thought you’d grown out of that.
You’re adults now. You don’t get to have dramatic, delusional fantasies about your best friend suddenly realizing he wants you. That’s middle school shit.
Even if, lately, he’s been acting like he’s fighting for his own damn life every time you’re around.
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“I wanna go bowling,” Follo announces, taking a drag from the blunt as he lays practically horizontal across the back of the couch. Enjin and Gris have shoved him off at least three times already just to mess with him, but he keeps climbing back up like it’s his assigned seat.
Everyone’s at Enjin’s place for the night. There’s a movie playing in the background that no one’s actually watching, drinks scattered across the coffee table, his favorite cracked ashtray sitting in the middle as a decorative piece.
Follo pushes himself upright—immediately losing balance and sliding off the couch again. “Ow,” he grunts. “Who wants to go bowling?”
“Right now?” Gris looks at him like he’s insane.
“Yeah. Right now.”
“We are not going bowling right now,” Enjin snatches the blunt from his hand. “Maybe this weekend.”
“Can’t this weekend!” August calls out from the floor. “I have a project due!” You sink back further into the armchair. “I can’t either.”
Follo groans dramatically. “You of all people should be able to go. Please?”
“I already have plans. I’m sorry though.” You give him a sympathetic look and he whines at it. Tomme shifts on the floor, propping her chin on your leg as she looks up at you. “What’s got you busy?”
You hesitate for half a second. “Uh… I have a date.”
That gets everyone’s attention.
Gris lets out a low whistle, and Semiu nods approvingly. “You go girl. Your years of celibacy are finally over.” You flip her off playfully. “Shut the fuck up, it’s not like that.”
“Fine,” Follo sighs, still pouting. “You’re excused from bowling, I guess. Congrats that he finally grew a pair.”
“Thank you for approving my time off, Follo.”
Enjin goes completely still where he’s standing. Lips pressed into a thin line. Teeth grinding so hard it looks painful.
“You look mad,” Follo’s still beneath him on the floor. “Be happy for her!”
Enjin shoots him a look that could kill. “You’re too high,” he mutters, planting his foot against Follo’s chest and nudging him back. “Green out. Right now.”
Follo starts dramatically thrashing like Enjin’s actually crushing him, even though he’s barely applying pressure.
He can’t even look at you. He knows if he does, he’s going to say or do something he can’t take back. And he has no idea what that something would even be.
But you’re looking at him.
And Follo’s right. Why can’t he just be happy for you? He’s your best friend. He’s always been your loudest supporter, and your biggest cheerleader. Every win, every milestone, every dumb little achievement—you’ve never had to question whether he’d show up for you.
So why is this so different?
You can’t deny that when Zodyl first asked you out, your instinct was to hesitate. With the way Enjin’s been acting lately, and old feelings creeping back in at the worst possible time—not to mention the possibility that actually dating someone could put space between you and him—you were torn.
Enjin doesn’t look at you for the rest of the night.
He stays mostly silent, tossing in a response here and there so he doesn’t completely kill the vibe. But he won’t meet your eyes. Won’t laugh at your jokes. Won’t even brush past you the way he usually does.
Even after everyone leaves and you stay behind to help him clean up—like you do—he acts like you’re not there.
When you’re done, you grab your things and head toward the door. “I’m leaving!” you call out. Your hand is already on the handle when you hear footsteps, quick and uneven.
“Wait.”
He can’t let you walk out like this. You turn. “Yeah?”
Enjin closes the distance in two strides and pins you against the door. One hand on either side of your face, holding you there.
“Are you…” he starts, then stops, thoughts racing faster than he can control. “Are you going to go on that date?”
He’s so close that you can feel his breath. It pulls you straight back to every moment lately where he’s been inches away, touching you like he does. Your heart is pounding so hard you think he can hear it.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because I don’t want you to.”
You should be furious. You should call him controlling. Tell him to get over himself. But instead, you’re just hurt. “Why can’t you be happy for me?”
The question hits him harder than anything else tonight. It loops in his head until only one answer presents itself.
“There’s only room for me.”
“I’ve already told you—”
“No.” His voice is stern. “There’s only room for me.”
“Listen to me,” you plead. “You'll always be my best friend, and that’s never going to change. It’s okay for me to try out a relationship. I won’t leave you behind. I promise.” Your hand lifts to give him a pinky promise, and he pushes it away. “Then try it out with me.”
You freeze. “What?”
“A relationship. Have one with me.”
“Jin’, hey. Like I said, you’re my best friend—”
Those words land wrong just like the others.
Enjin steps back, retreating. “Yeah. You’re right. Sorry, ma’. I overstepped.” As much as he hates to do it, he’ll throw in the towel if you weren’t willing. “Be safe getting home, okay? Have fun this weekend.”
“Stop.”
“It’s late, and I know you like your Saturdays quiet and—”
“Enjin.” Your voice snaps, sharp. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“What are you saying to me? What have you been saying to me?” You step toward him. Every step feels loud. “Do you like me?” You’re right in front of him now, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him down so he has to look at you again. He lets out a half-laugh, half-breath. “Understatement.”
“Since when?”
“I’ve always liked you, baby.”
“When?”
He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. “Think it started when you came in talking about that bug—” You tighten your grip. “Sorry. Zodyl. When you told me he was texting you n’ shit.”
“And then it was thing after thing, and I realized you’re my girl. Nobody else’s. You’re my girl in every way, whether you feel the same or not.”
“I don’t—” Your voice wavers. “I don’t understand.”
He sighs, disgruntled. “Well I’ve been trying to show you—”
“Then show me now.” The words make Enjin's heart stop. “I’ll be receptive. Help me understand.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“I do,” you push. “Help me understand what you’re feeling.” The way he hesitates makes you frustrated. “Please?”
He surges forward and bites down on your neck—hard. Aggressive enough that you know it’s going to leave a mark. He pulls back just enough to drag his tongue over the indents of his teeth, like he’s making sure it sets.
Your hands fly from his collar to his shoulders with a sharp gasp. It hurts—really fucking bad—but the way he’s kissing over it now makes your stomach twist and heat pool.
“My girl,” he mutters against your skin, words rough between messy kisses and lingering nips. “All mine.” His hand slides up your waist to your collar, tugging it aside so he can press another bite into your shoulder.
“Ngh—Jin’, wait—” you whimper as he does it again.
“Showing you,” he’s completely lost in it. In you. In the act of marking you up. “Showing them.” His hands are gripping you like he thinks you’re about to disappear. Like if he loosens his hold for even a second, you’ll slip through his fingers.
When he finally pulls back, his pupils are blown wide, chest rising and falling too fast. He looks utterly wrecked. “I’ll do anything for you, ma’,” he breathes, voice rough, almost breaking. “So quit lookin’ at other guys and just belong to me. Shit—do I gotta get on my knees and beg?”
This is Enjin. The cocky, arrogant, campus-famous flirt whose ego usually fills the room before he does. And right now he’s undone.
For you.
You rub his shoulders, trying to soothe him, thumb brushing over his cheek, under his eye. “You’re so stupid, you know that?”
He frowns slightly.
“Stupid and blind.” A laugh escapes you as you recall how obvious you were about your feelings when you were younger. “I had the biggest crush on you in high school, I was so down bad.”
“Was?” he hones in on the word.
“Well, yeah,” you tap his cheek. “I had to get over myself if I wanted to stay your friend. And I did. I learned to be okay with that because I knew the chances of you feeling the same were slim to none. I figured I wasn’t your type.”
“My… my type?”
Thinking back now—late nights next to someone else, wondering if you got home safe, if you’d eaten, if you were laughing somewhere without him—he realizes you’ve always been the woman that mattered the most to him. Checking all of his boxes.
“You always teased me. Called me a dork or weird like I was just your annoying little sidekick—” His fingers hook into your belt loops and he yanks you forward before you can finish, lips crashing against yours.
It’s desperate, rough and messy. Nothing like the soft, perfect first kiss with him you imagined when you were sixteen.
Your hands paw at his chest as he kisses you like it’s life or death, like this is the only way he knows how to prove himself worthy for you. With those fresh bite marks burning against your skin, a declaration of his claim on you, you’re living out your childish wet dream of your best friend.
With Enjin.
He pushes you backward and you stumble, falling onto the couch with a breathless laugh that dies the second he follows.
Enjin doesn’t hesitate. He’s on you immediately, bracketing you in, one hand planted by your head while the other grips your waist. He wedges his leg between yours to keep you right where he wants you. “Should’ve realized sooner,” frustration and want tangled together in him. “Could’ve saved us so much time.”
He rolls his hips down just enough to make you gasp, a soft sound slipping out before you can stop it.
“Fuck,” he growls into your mouth. “You’re so hot.”
The compliment goes straight between your legs. The idea of Enjin looking at you like this—wanting you like this—used to feel delusional, so far fetched. And now you’re pinned beneath him while he kisses you stupid.
This is different from anything you’ve ever had. Your kisses with your ex-boyfriend don’t even compare. Those were childish polite pecks.
The way he makes out with you is art. He nips at your bottom lip, drags his tongue along the seam of your mouth until you part for him. His hands slide under your shirt, palms warm against bare skin, fingers splaying like he’s mapping you out because he never got to before.
He’s going to make up for lost time.
Enjin knows you’ve never done anything like this before. Semiu wasn’t joking about your years of celibacy, and the fact that he’s the one you’re here with right now does something reckless to his ego.
He wants to be the one you remember, the one your body responds to without thinking. The one who teaches you what this is supposed to feel like. He wants it burned into you so deep that no one else even registers—in a way where when you close your eyes, it’s him. When you think about being touched, it’s him. When you imagine wanting someone, it’s him.
He’s not just trying to win—he’s trying to make sure there’s no competition ever again.
A hand slides up your stomach to the underwire of your bra, teasing the edge and making you shiver. His thumb brushes over your nipple, leaving you gasping for air—a silent plea for more. All while his other hand finds the waistband of your pants, tugging impatiently as he kneads your breast. Every touch of his ignites your skin.
Enjin pulls back just enough to look at you, hand still hooked at your waistband, thumb brushing the skin there while his lips trail back down to your neck—slower this time, less frantic.
“Is this okay?” He’s bracing himself for rejection. “If you don’t want this, I’ll stop. We can pretend it never happened.”
“You can go on your date,” he adds, voice rough but steadier than before. “And I’ll stay in my place.”
As much as Enjin doesn’t want you to deny him, he meant it when he said he’ll do anything you ask of him—even though the erection in his pants hurts so bad right now.
“No,” fingers fisting into his hair as you try to pull his lips back onto yours, you thrust your hips up to meet his—desperate for any friction to satiate the pooling between your thighs. “I don’t wanna stop, don’t wanna go—”
In one smooth motion, he’s lifting you up and carrying you straight toward his bedroom. The door barely makes it open before he’s tossing you onto the bed—hands everywhere, guiding you, pressing you down.
He goes for your shirt first, tugging it up and over your head with impatient hands, barely giving you time to catch your breath before he’s working at your pants too.
Enjin sits back to look at you, nearly bare in nothing but your undergarments. Your chest is rising and falling, cheeks pink with swollen, glossy lips—his eyes trace your form, staring at the marks on your neck and shoulder. The expanse of your skin to leave more.
He feels his dick twitch and drool.
Shrugging his shirt off and tossing it aside, the tattoo along his stomach makes his abs stand out every time he moves. That mixed with the view of an imprint of his ever so hard cock beneath his sweats? You’re salivating.
Enjin catches you looking and grins. “Like what you see?”
“I could say the same for you.”
“Is that even a question?” He laughs under his breath. “Fuck yeah I do.”
He leans down, mouth trailing lower, lower, lower—kissing along your stomach, over your hip, until he’s hovering right where you need him the most. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, pressing a slow kiss to the inside of your thigh.
It’s soft, almost sweet. And then he bites again.
You jolt, and he looks up at you with that dangerous half-smirk as a faint red mark begins to bloom. “And this,” he traces his finger in a circle around the mark, “is for only me to see.”
His breath ghosts over your soaked panties, hot and teasing. Your hand presses against his forehead to stop him, and he groans at your touch. “Wait,” your hips twitching up despite yourself. “You don’t have to… I know some guys don’t like—”
Enjin makes a show of pulling the lace down with his teeth. He flicks his tongue along your slit just once, slow enough for you to feel every damn nerve ending scream for more before pulling back with a shit eating grin. “Nah, that ain’t me, mama.”
The second those words leave his mouth has you clenching around nothing.
His tongue drags a filthy stripe from your entrance to your clit, and the second he tastes how wet and sweet you are has him grinding into the bed. “Fuck," he rasps, “look at that. All for me?” His thumb replaces his mouth just long enough to circle slow, maddening patterns while his other hand pins your hips down.
You choke on air when he finally sucks hard on that swollen bud—the vibration of his groan shooting straight through you as one finger sinks inside without warning. “Mine,” Enjin repeats like a prayer between licks, teeth grazing where it makes stars explode behind your closed eyelids.
Your fingers fly to weave through his golden strands of hair—letting out a louder moan than you intended to—before slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle your sounds.
No, he can’t have that.
With his free hand, he pulls yours away to lace your fingers together. “Awh, don’t do that. Let me hear you.”
Rough tongue sending sparks coursing through you, he slips in another finger—curving them just right to hit that spot inside of you and drive you mad. His fingers tighten around yours, holding your hand like a lifeline—and you can see him shaking, straining as he fights the need to just get closer to you.
You’re practically crying from just his mouth and fingers alone—you can’t imagine what it’ll feel like to have him inside of you. “Agh—fuck! Oh, Enjin—”
“That's it,” he’s purring against your clit, “keep sayin’ my name just like that.”
It’s too much—too good. When you unconsciously try to wiggle away from his hold, Enjin tsk’s—grabbing your thigh by his head and pulling you back, pushing your hips down again to keep you in place. “Where are you runnin’ off to?” His eyes are locked on you. “You're stayin’ right here, princess.”
“Please, please—Jin’, please—” You haven’t got the slightest clue what you’re begging for, but you just know you need more.
The obscene sound of you soaking his fingers punches an embarrassing moan from Enjin’s throat. Your back arches off the bed because of it—lips parted around his name—while he watches with pupils blown black.
Enjin’s hips continue to jerk mindlessly, and he swears he’s going to bust his load in his pants from just the taste and sight of you.
“Ngh—Enjin, I think I’m—” Attempting to warn him of your increasing climax, you’re cut off by him pulling away, coming up to kiss you. It’s softer this time—at least compared to his rough, desperate lips earlier. “Not yet.”
Taking off his pants, he finally releases his cock from its hold. You can’t help but gape at it—tip red and angry, drops of precum leaking down. It’s unfairly pretty.
And it’s big.
He reads the slightly fearful look on your face, rubbing soft circles into your hips. “Hey, we’ll take it slow, okay?” Every touch is a silent promise to you—this is Enjin, you’re safe. He’ll always take care of you.
Lining himself up at your entrance, he looks at you for confirmation. This okay?
You swallow, nodding. He smiles, leaning down to press a kiss against your cheek as he pushes just the tip in.
“Shit—” You wince in pain with a sharp inhale. Enjin’s lips brush over your temple as he pushes in inch by inch. “Relax, baby. Just breathe, I’ve got you.”
Bottoming out has him moaning, head dropping to the crook of your neck. “You feel so good.”
Every muscle in his body contracts, trying not to move—this is your call, and he’ll wait however long he needs to. Eventually, the pain subsides into a dull ache—but underneath it is something better. When you feel his dick twitch inside of you, it makes your breath hitch.
You tap his shoulder.
“You can move.”
Enjin pulls back ever so slightly, before rocking back into you. “You're shaking,” He nuzzles the curve of your shoulder, inhaling the scent of sweat and your perfume. “You okay?”
The feeling of that first thrust catches you off guard, and you gasp—running your hands down the ink on his chest. “Perfect.” You nod profusely. “Please don’t stop.”
Slowly but surely, his hips start rolling in more shallow movements as he watches your face twist with newfound pleasure. You’re clenching around him so hard it’s taking everything in him to last, which was no easy feat right now. “You’re so tight—”
“You sound like that’s a bad thing…”
That makes him laugh, even though half-way through it he chokes on a groan when you tighten up on him again. “No, baby. Far from a bad thing.”
“You’re so wet,” a kiss, “and grippin’ me like this,” a thrust. “Fuck, ma’—it’s makin’ me lose my damn mind.” He picks up speed, and it feels so good that you are crying now. Big, fat tears beading at your lashes and running down your face.
“Shh, don’t cry baby,” Enjin cooes, catching the drops of salty tears with his tongue—lapping them up as they fall. Your nails claw down his back—so hard he thinks he may be bleeding—but that only turns him on more.
It’s kind of wild—seeing you laying beneath him, eyes glazed over and glossy with tears, moaning his name and crying, all fucked out on his dick. Never in a million years would he have thought he’d be balls deep inside of you—but now he’s cursing himself for not doing this so much sooner.
His cock is hitting nerves that your fingers or toys could never reach, and your back arches into him every time it kisses your cervix. You also couldn’t believe you were having sex with Enjin—silently thanking whatever higher power is up there for finally granting your wish.
“You’re so beautiful.” His hips roll in mind blowing circles. “And you’re so smart, funny, and kind.” Every praise is accompanied with a thrust that knocks sounds you didn’t even know you were capable of from your lips.
“You’re all mine, right?” You babble, nod, whatever. But that’s not what he wants. He takes one hand and grabs your jaw, the other reaching down to circle your clit. The added stimulation along with him hitting all of the right spots in your gummy walls makes your vision blur. “Ngh—yes! Right there—feels so good…”
“Wrong answer, try again.” His thrusts are brutal now, all softness out the window. “Let me hear you say it.” He grips your jaw harder, forcing you to look him in the eye, “I know you can. C’monnn—just use your words, princess.”
“Yours!” You cry out, “M’ yours—all yours, oh!” One particular snap of his hips has you practically screaming—you make a mental note to write an apology letter to his neighbors. “Only wanna be yours, Enjin—”
“Always have been—” You take his face in your hands, “Never loved anyone else—”
Your nails raking down the sweat-slick nape of his neck has him moaning and moving like a damn dog in heat, hips jerking like a live wire’s been shoved up his spine. “I never ever will!”
Your voice is like cupid’s arrow right in his heart. No pussy’s ever had him this drunk on it before—losing all of his self control—but that was just the spell you had on him. Constantly pulling at his heart strings, and shit, he wished he'd always loved you this way.
Maybe he had. Maybe you were right that he was stupid—he never really was very good with feelings. He’ll never make a mistake like that again.
“That’s my good girl, always sayin’ exactly what I want to hear…” He’s trying so hard to hold on. “God—M’ sorry, mama—” Enjin’s hands lock around your thighs, hiking them up until they’re flush with your chest and he’s wearing them like a necklace. “Didn’t mean to make you wait this long.”
You didn’t think it was possible for him to get any deeper—but fuck, he was—the stretch burning so good, and you can practically feel him in your stomach. His thick cock bullies into your tight cunt with little to no mercy, forehead pressed against yours, and your walls flutter around him as the coil in your stomach tightens.
“You gonna cum for me?” He goes faster, harder—he could win an Olympic medal at this point. “Please, baby. Need you to—” The pace of his thumb circling around your clit speeds up, giving you about 30 seconds until you fall apart. “Need you to cum all around my cock—”
Your vision goes white as you snap, orgasm rushing over you in mind blowing waves. You fall forward, this time biting down on his neck—hard enough to bleed and bruise.
“Mine—mine, mine, mine—” If you’re going to be his, then he’s going to be yours. No more Mr. Playboy. You’re not about to let him claim you without claiming him right back. If he wants you locked down, then he’s locking the fuck down too.
“Fuck—yeah baby, just like that…” Enjin’s cumming harder than he thinks he ever has in his life—the feeling of your walls spasming and clenching as you experience your own release, your teeth sinking into his skin, the sound of your cries and chanting right by his ear—it leaves him fucking you rough and filthy through both of your highs.
You think this must be what heaven feels like. If you died right now, you’d be at complete and utter peace with the life you’d lived.
His hips slow, easing your legs gently back down around his sides. You’re utterly wrecked beneath him—flushed and panting, skin glowing with sweat, shimmering almost like the glitter you always dust across your collarbones at parties.
You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
The way your hair fans out on his sheets. The way your lips are swollen and bruised from kissing him. The way your eyes are looking at him right now. He wants to burn the picture of you into his brain forever.
Enjin slowly pulls out and you mewl at the overstimulation, then at the loss of him inside of you. “Was that okay?” His eyes search your face like he’s looking for any sign he messed up.
“More than okay,” you reach up to trace the mark you left on him. It’s dark and gnarly. You wince. “Sorry about that… But was it okay for you, too?”
“Best sex I’ve ever had, baby.”
Enjin drops back onto the bed and pulls you into his chest where you belong. “And don’t apologize. I liked it, was hot as fuck. I feel branded now—might go get it tattooed.”
“You’re gonna get so much shit from the guys.”
“Do I look like I care?”
You run your fingers over the lines of his tattoos, tracing them absentmindedly while he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “We should probably get you cleaned up.”
He’s right, your thighs are sticky from your combined juices now leaking out—but you whine and cling tighter to him. “Nooo. Not yet. In a bit.”
“You’re such a spoiled brat.”
“Your spoiled brat, if I remember correctly.”
“Yeah, my pain in the ass.”
His heartbeat thuds beneath your palm, his hand rubbing slow circles into your back like he’s trying to lull you to sleep. “Got a question for ya’.”
You lift your chin to look at him. “What’s up?”
“You still going on that date this weekend?”
You roll your eyes and pinch his cheeks lightly. “Don’t ruin the moment.”
He grins. “Second question.”
“God, what now?”
“Girlfriend?”
Your heart flutters—the best word that could’ve come out of his mouth. You smile softly and nod.
quick author note: spoilers for Tamsy's character if you haven't read past chapter 92 of the manga, other than that please enjoy my fully self indulgent cringey fanfic i made in the wee hours of the morning :p
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Tamsy watched from afar as this new Supporter had taken it upon herself to be a motherly type to Rudo and the other kids around HQ. Your praises and cheers of encouragement had them hanging onto every word. What annoyed him was you were only about a year or so younger than him. Best you could possibly get away with was cool older sister, aunt maybe, but he could tell. The way they looked at you with adoration and craved your attention screamed child looking for a mother. A role you filled and filled well.
Your background as a Viander had been the main reason why you had been accepted into the Cleaners. A sad backstory told to a bleeding heart like Corvus's and you were in. Though you did provide good meals your specialty was sweets. Even Tamsy had a hard time denying that your cakes and pastries were some of the best he'd had in his lifetime.
He watched, curiously, at your approach. Right for him no less. Turning his body to face you instead of just watching from the corner of his eyes, making it seem like he just noticed you. A tray in your hands, held close with cupcakes on them. He glanced over to the kids, realizing you had distracted them with what seemed to be a game. Eating without using their hands. Guita face-planted into her cupcake immediately, getting frosting and sprinkles all over her face.
"Tams," the nickname fell off your tongue so naturally yet got his attention all the same, "better grab one before they finish them off." The smile on your face fell when you looked back at the group.
"Finished!" Rudo jumped up excited, his face covered. By the time he looked back to you there was a cupcake being held out to him. He took it just as he watched you bend down to wipe off Rudo's face, the others crowding around you for more cupcakes only to get the same treatment.
Thats when Tamsy had the best idea. He already took away Rudos father, taking away his mother would be the next big push. Of course the closer the teen got with you, the more rewarding it would be. Getting you out of cleaner HQ was the real challenge though. You were almost always here, not even leaving for groceries since the other Vianders brought everything you needed. Essentially you were a hermit, living at HQ and using practically all of your time cooking or baking. Then he remembered, it was always a rare occasion, the nights you would get all dolled up and go out on some kind of date. If memory served correctly, you claimed you were hunting for a boyfriend but were coming up empty handed. You just had to meet the right person if he recalled your conversation with Tomme. Thankfully to him you weren't horrible to look at.
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Humming to a song on the radio you pulled another tray out of the oven and took in a deep breath. Freshly baked anything would never get old. You were in a good mood today, having found a date through the grapevine. That was a lie. The grapevine was Semiu who set something up for you and said that she was stupid for not trying it sooner. When you talked with Tomme about it she seemed to know who it was, teasing you about it before helping you pick out an outfit. The time passed faster than expected. When baking it seemed to be the case, even if you were waiting to go on this mystery date. You left a note for the kids, telling them to let the cookies and tarts cool.
While getting ready you tried to wrack your brain over who it could be. Not somebody you'd gone out with before but clearly someone they knew if they weren't telling you a name. Still, you got ready as usual, even putting in a little extra effort into doing a cute hairstyle. Tomme had agreed to drive you since she wanted to get more camera film anyway.
Getting dropped off you waved to Tomme as she drove away leaving you standing in front of the restaurant. Once alone you could feel the nerves gnawing at your very core. It wasn't usually like this but maybe that's because the other dates you'd went on were kinda shit. If even Semiu insisted on this it had to be a pretty good match in her eyes and her eyes don't lie. Still, you braced yourself, clutching your purse and heading inside. Tomme said it would be the booth in the corner on the far left wall. Scanning the room your eyes landed on the booth, the back of a head of blond hair caught your attention. The staff greeted you and already knew the drill, the host wished you luck this time. Your arrival at the table had you locking eyes with none other than Tamsy.
"Tamsy?" Sliding into the seat across from him he greeted you with a polite smile. As you looked him over your face warmed, truth be told he had always been attractive to you.
"I'm glad you made it, how was the drive?"
"The drive was alright, nothing out of the ordinary." A waiter had brought some waters before grabbing the drink order.
Tamsy had been thrilled. After dropping subtle hints for the last month or so, thank God for your obliviousness, Semiu had approached him on the matter. The woman had done all of the work for him, even told him that when you first joined the Cleaners you had a bit of a crush on him. Before deciding that dating coworkers likely wasn't smart, you'd be right about that. He watched as you fiddled with your hands under the table, carrying on the conversation with a light blush dusting your cheeks. You were absolutely adorable, he couldn't wait to kill you.
The night carried on, after dinner you both walked around town. Even leaving the city walls just to watch the sunset and chat longer. Finally the time came where you had to say goodbye...for now. You were going to see him back at HQ. In the car Tomme kept asking you questions on how it went and the entire ride home was you gushing over your date.
"I've never seen this reaction before after one of your dates." The woman laughed, glancing at you briefly before her eyes went back to the road.
"I know- I just- I've always had a bit of a crush on him but I told myself I wouldn't ever pursue coworkers," sighing you looked out the window, "did that at my last job and things did not end well." Tomme gave a sympathetic look.
"Well, Tamsy is much nicer than that jerk."
"I hope so, tonight went great, we already set up another date." Tomme was unable to help but turn her head to you.
"Oh damn, normally you're a one date kinda girl." Waving your hands at her, attempting to make her pay attention to the road again.
"That's cause none of them were like...this," you thought for a moment, "maybe its because of my ex that I worry okay, looks can be deceiving." Back to fiddling with the hem of your skirt.
"Not that I've dated him, obviously, but I think you should definitely give the guy a chance," she sighed, "I didn't want to spill this but he really likes you, he had been dropping hints for the last month and it got so bad Semiu had to step in and helped the guy." Once you processed her words the heat on your face was intense.
"Really?" Your voice betrayed you, coming out in an embarrasing squeak.
"Why do you think we didn't tell you who it was until you saw him for yourself!" Now it felt as if Tomme was teasing you, she absolutely was.
Thankfully for your sake, the ride to headquarters wasn't that much longer. Her teasing stopped the moment you entered the building. Semiu didnt even need to ask questions by the way Tomme gave her a huge thumbs up. Retreating to your bedroom, throwing your body down on your bed before kicking your feet in excitement. It was stupid. This was stupid. One date and you were already so excited for the next.
....
It was official, your relationship with Tamsy had reached the point where it began affecting your baking. The kids definitely noticed after yet another batch of cookies came out shaped like hearts.
"Hey why do you keep making heart shaped things?" Rudo was the first to ask, out of everyone.
"Because I-"
"She's in love!" Guita jumped up in excitement.
"No way!" Rudo was in shock.
"Yes way, look at how red her face got," Riyo had spoken up now, "must be one lucky guy, so who is it?" Riyo munched on one of the cookies while staring directly at you.
"That is not something you kids need to know...or worry about." You picked up the now empty tray, hurriedly walking back into the kitchen area to hide from their prying questions.
You had been working on supper for everyone when the call came in. It turned the cheerful atmosphere into chaos and dread. Delmon called in for backup saying that some marauders had gotten the jump on him and Tamsy. The world for you seemed to slow as the others rushed into action. Normally you would stay behind, normally. But hearing that Tamsy could be injured made you stir into action.
"Wait, you're joining us?" Riyo looked at you in surprise when you nodded, "but its dangerous."
"I don't care." She studied your face for a second before her eyes lit up.
"You love one of them don't you?" A blush spread across your face like a wildfire. Your silence spoke volumes.
When piling into the car there were some odd looks thrown your way but nobody questioned your participation. Extra hands were always nice. The drive there was quiet, air thick with tension while the car bumped and jolted from the various debris Enjin purposefully ran over. He didn't even have the radio on thats how serious he was. Unsure of what would be awaiting your arrival at the scene. Your stomach sunk at the sight of fighting in the distance. Enjin stopped the car a safe distance away. Everybody got out and rushed to step in, of course at the sight of backup the marauders ran off.
Tamsy knew he had you wrapped around his every word the moment he watched you practically jump out of that vehicle. Two months in and you were already willing to leave that safe haven of yours. When you had practically jumped into his arms, telling him you were so worried, he reassured you dutifully. Like any good partner would he wiped away your tears and watched with a sick satisfaction they way you clung to him. So desperate. So needy. He couldn't have chosen somebody better for this. While you buried yourself further into his embrace he glanced over at Rudo, the boy was watching with curious eyes. His motherly figure was being slowly but surely getting tangled in the webs and there was nothing he could do about it.
The car ride back you had insisted on sitting next to Him. Holding onto his hand the entire ride despite falling asleep not even halfway through. You hadn't woken up even when they tried to shake you awake. It seemed you worked yourself up with so much worry that the second you knew he was okay you collapsed. So he carried you, certain that if you were awake when he did this you would be out of your mind embarrassed.
"So when did you two become an item?" Enjin was the first to speak up.
"Two months ago."
"Two-Two months?!" The shock on the idiots face was priceless, "is that why shes been making everything into heart shapes lately?" That made the man laugh, careful not to wake you. It didn't go unnoticed, your food reflected your feelings but nobody questioned your recent bout of treats.
"If I'm responsible for that then I'm flattered." When you stirred in his arms he shot a look to Enjin, the man had a knowing smile on his face while throwing up his hands.
Tamsy carried you all the way up to your bedroom, a place he had only been when snooping around. Shutting the door with his foot he brought you over and laid you down on your bed. He stood above you, watching the way your chest would rise and fall. Leaning down and carefully brushing your hair from your face. He could do something, you wouldn't mind he was certain, but patience was a virtrue. Stringing you along a little longer would only ensure you were properly snared in his trap.
As soon as he left your bedroom there were people waiting like a bunch of creeps. Fantastic.
As soon as the door clicked shut you burst up from your bed, taking in a big gulp of air and patting your cheeks to really make sure you weren't just dreaming. He was in your bedroom, he carried you in from the car, he was so so close to you. You were unable to stop yourself from rolling around on your bed and grinning like an idiot.
You were totally screwed.
...
Since the somewhat secret was out about yours and Tamsy's budding relationship, you had been informed whenever he came back froma a mission. Your nights going on dates didn't stop either, once a week at least you both hit up the next town and enjoyed some time away from headquarters.
Normally you would stay back whenever Tamsy went on missions but lately you'd wanted to venture out. Really see what your boyfriend could do. When finally bringing it up one night he seemed thrilled at the idea. He of course had his concerns over if you should but ultimately it was your choice.
In the car you kept stealing glances at Tamsy. Hand on the wheel and looking straight ahead. You thought that some supporters would be joining but they apparently weren't needed for such a simple mission, as he'd put it.
"Are you nervous?" Its as if he read your mind.
"Of course I'm nervous, I don't usually get to see what you have to deal with on a daily basis."
"Don't worry about it, all you have to do is watch," he hummed, "and look pretty." He added, the compliment making your heart flutter. Four months dating and simple compliments from him still made you want to lose it.
"What if something happens?"
"If something happens you have me." He placed a hand atop yours, giving it a squeeze.
Things devolved when he parked and before leaving the car you very quickly kissed him on the cheek. By the time you got out of the car he was already there, it was very fast but he had placed a kiss on your forehead before walking off as if he were innocent. You were stunned for a moment before running to catch up to him.
Ok so something happened.
Tamsy knew this would be the perfect opportunity to have you die in a tragic accident. Your bond with Rudo had grown to the point he nearly called you mom several times. You had willingly done everything he had wanted, he felt he barely had to do anything. Yet why, when you screamed in fear, did he feel this way? It was like his body moved on its own to protect you from the trash beast. The intention was to let just a small one make it through then you would be history. Yet, horrified at the realization, he couldn't let that happen. In just four months he was wrapped around your every word. Unfortunately for him while he was protecting you, he had taken the hit instead, but you were safe. Were you saying something? Your mouth was moving but he couldn't hear you. He could simply watch as your eyes grew wide before you grabbed his jacket and pulled him out of the way.
You were freaking out, Tamsy was dazed to the point you didn't even think he could hear you. His movements were sluggish even when you pulled him out of the way from an oncoming attack. As the trash beast unleashed a smoke you quickly put your mask on before putting on his. Lying him down on the ground gently you gave him your best convincing thumbs up.
It had been a while since you had last used your Vital Instrument for violence but the situation called for it. As the trash beast approached you readied your spatula, it grew to a massive size. The beast was spewing more smoke clouds as it charged for an attack. Readying up you struck the beast with a big swing of your spatula. Following up with smacking it into the ground while it was stumbling. Thats all it took before it started crumbling into dust. You recalled your instrument, wiping it off and tucking it back into your bag. Once you made sure there were no other threats Tamsy was your top priority. He was standing up, using Tokushin as a brace, watching you with wide eyes. You rushed to his side, helping him get back to the car. He opted for the back seat.
"I didn't know you could use your jinki like that."
"It's a very rare occurrence that I- oh?" You had been pulled into the back of the vehicle, right on top of him. As your hips pressed into his you could feel the raging hard on he had. Reduced to nothing but a stammering mess above him he simply laughed.
The look he gave you made you want to dive into the deep end but you couldn't, he was injured and he needed medical attention. But the way his hands held your hips and that look he gave you made your resolve crumble very quickly.
Clothes had been lost, strewn about the front dash and seats of the car. Tamsy sat up, catching your lips with his own, leading you down with him. Your hands fumbled to find a decent place to rest while tongues swapped spit and teeth bit. Pulling away you needed to catch your breath, lips a little swollen from the sucking and biting. His hips ground up into yours, the action had you bracing your hands onto his chest. Beneath you, his two toned hair splayed on the seats of the car, staring up at you with blown out eyes.
He was beautiful.
Ethereal even.
Angelic.
"What are you smiling about?" His words brought you back and you hummed.
"A lot of things."
"Oh? What kind of things?" He sat up, holding one of your hands while his other hung onto your hip.
"You." A small peck placed oh so gently onto his nose made him let out a laugh.
"C'mere." Pulling you back in, this time you didn't want to surface for air.
Open mouthed kisses trailed down from your neck over your chest, teasing sensitive buds before you just couldn't take it anymore. Finding the band of your panties, the worn elastic easy to slip down only getting stuck when you couldn't quite wiggle out of them. He got the message, pulling away to help peel away the pair of underwear coated in your arousal. You went to reach for his but he stopped you from doing so, a teasing smile on his lips before leaning you back. He had you caged in, one of his hands resting against the car window while his other started collecting the slick that began pooling. You watched curiously as he slid one finger in with ease, pumping a few times before adding another. His eyes met yours, watching your reaction closely while he added a third. Your breathing hitched at the stretch it gave, eyes not once straying from his gaze.
Lips smashed together in another bout of passion. Tongues and teeth colliding once more while his fingers found their lazy pace pumping into you. A whine left your throat when he eased up, pulling his fingers out of you briefly before you felt the head of his cock, hot and heavy press against you. His lips trailed from your mouth to nibbling onto your neck.
"May I?"
"Yes," you huffed out, "fuck...please." Those last two words escaped you, a mix of frustration and impatience.
He chuckled, burying your neck in kisses and coating himself in your arousal before diving in. Hips pushing forward, stretching you open more than his fingers could've possibly prepared you for. It was delicious, had your mind going numb when he pulled you up again to lift you onto his cock and spear you onto it. His thighs met yours as you slotted together perfectly. He only waited a moment before moving, leaving you scrambling to grab ahold of his shoulders. Any sounds that were about to leave you got swallowed up by him. Every little gasp and moan, every sigh and whine, found its way into his mouth. The lewd sounds of your wet thighs slapping against his made you glad to not be in HQ at the moment.
He released your lips, breathing heavy as his brow furrowed. Skin shining with sweat while burying himself into you as deep as possible with each thrust. Your mewls and moans only driving him closer to the edge, a symphony of your sounds that filled the vehicle. He hit a spot deep within you that made you babble something out, unable to form proper words. He hit it again and again and again. Your body grew rigid, heat flooding through you, thighs gripping him tight.
Coming down from your high you met his eyes. Panicked for some reason.
"What's wrong?" He simply looked down, guiding you to look at the mess between your thighs. It made you blush, how filthy.
"I came inside."
Shit.
After getting dressed and making each other look presentable the first stop before going back to HQ was the doctor. Tamsy paid for the contraceptive, though you weren't entirely sure if he felt guilty or not.
...
Tamsy only had one option left. Your bond with Rudo had grown even stronger and his original plan of killing you was off the table because of his own sick dependency. Still, he knew of a perfect place, somewhere you would be safe but also couldn't leave or even be found for that matter. The minute you said yes to joining him on his vacation you were his for certain now. You followed him so blindly, trusting his every word.
The moment he made a clone out of strings you could've sworn your heart began to break as the wings on its back grew. Piecing together what he was hiding from you and exactly what he had done. He didn't care about your cries for him to stop simply knocked you out before getting ready to take off.
When you woke up, your head was throbbing. The light coming in from the window was blinding. Sitting up in the bed you looked around, the bedroom was massive and spotless. Even the bed you were on and the bedsheets, stark white with golden accents. Then you noticed your clothes had been changed, a simple white nightgown with the same golden accents. Getting out of the bed, you barely had time to process what was happening before the door opened. Tamsy walked in, hair down, looking at you with concern.
"You woke up." You had rushed to him, noting the very fancy clean looking clothes he was wearing.
"Tams, what's happening? Where are we?"
"Hey, hey its okay," he sat you down on the bed, "we're on the sphere."
"What?" He kept you from panicking. You couldn't even remember what led to this? He asked you to go with him for a vacation but-
"It's no big deal, we're just visiting."
"The sphere?" you wracked your brain, "if you were able to go between the ground and the sphere why didnt you tell anyone? why didn't you tell rudo?" He played with a loose strand of your hair
"You understand the view people on the ground have towards the sphere, as for Rudo, he needs to figure it out on his own or he'll never grow," he sighed, "I've been trying my best to push him in the right direction." You studied his face but he was so hard to read in this moment.
You believed him, stupidly.
Unable to hide your excitement as you gushed to him about when you got back to the ground. You couldn't wait to help him guide and nuture Rudo towards his goal. Your boyfriend would smile and encourage you. After a few weeks he pulled out a book, holding it out in front of you as if showing it to you. A blinding light overtook your vision and you passed out.
When you woke up, your head was throbbing. The light coming in from the window was blinding. Sitting up in the bed you looked around, the bedroom was massive and spotless. Even the bed you were on and the bedsheets, stark white with golden accents. Then you noticed your clothes had been changed, a simple white nightgown with the same golden accents. Getting out of the bed, you barely had time to process what was happening before the door opened. Tamsy walked in, hair down, looking at you with concern.
"You woke up." You had rushed to him, noting the very fancy clean looking clothes he was wearing.
"Tams, what's happening? Where are we?" He hugged you close leaving you unable to see the wide grin on his face.
cw; smut / explicit content 18+ , teasing, overstimulation, cock-warming, readers all hiss no bite, licking, biting, degrading, collar, praise, spanking, mating press, reader has cat ears/tail (hybrid basically)...
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You've been acting out all day, getting on his nerves . Absolutely no shame whatsoever, he might not be displaying his anger but you can tell well enough, you know him. To anyone else he still appears soft and stoic, they don't notice the glint in his eyes that quietly commands for obedience.
What a stupid thing you were truly. Just what did you think would happen with your annoying attitude today? No. He knows you well enough to know this was purposeful. This is exactly where you want to be.
That's exactly how you ended up here, right up on his lap completely naked (exempt for the sheer and lacy thigh socks you have on) and trembling. he has you sat down on his cock , not letting you move even an inch , completely pliant, he doesn't even allow a twitch in your thigh ; it immediately earns a slap to your ass. you jolt and yelp at the action, as you arch yourself more onto his chest.
"stay still, i don't recall giving you permission to move." he states blankly, not even looking at you. all of his focus is on the frilly and lacy white collar with a cute bell that he's putting around your neck. it's only one of his many claims on you
. Your ears twitch a top your head at his seemingly harsh tone, all that escapes your mouth is a small whimper as he smooths the collar out on your neck.
His large hands move back to settling on your waist as he leans back against the headboard, keeping you in place.
"Now, why'd i have to do this?" he asks. You already know the answer, but you avoid his gaze and stay quiet as your tail sways behind you.
Wrong choice. He responds to your silence with two harsh spanks to your ass, resulting in another whine from you. There's a slightly noticeable scowl on his face now at your disobedience. You meekly answer him , "i-i did things i wasn't supposed to do.." you whisper out as you take a peak at his expression, your eyes tearing up slightly from both the lack of stimulation and the feeling of him inside you.
Completely unimpressed. He scoffs. "yeah? No shit. Be specific, tell me what you did. You're a smart girl don't go dumb on me already."
You think back to everything you did earlier in the day.
During breakfast you were clinging to his side whining in his ear constantly, even when he gave you multiple warnings looks to quit it. You kept trying to paw at his thigh underneath the table with your long nails, rubbing your face up against his whining for him to "take you back to his room" already. It's 7 AM and you're already acting like a brat. Strike 1.
Right before a quick mission you chose to sit elsewhere within the car. right next to Enjin, instead of next to Tamsy like you should be, especially when he always keeps a spot next to him for you. You even deliberately looked back at him and stuck out your tongue while your tail curled around Enjins bicep. Strike 2.
Your last offense. Even after your foolish attempt at making him jealous through Enjin, he was sweet enough to allow you to stay in his room while he got ready for bed. But of course, you just refused to shake your attitude. here you were huffing and puffing at him for not paying attention to you today. a pathetic foot stomp as you look up at him irritated, your arms crossed against your chest, your ears air-planed, and your tail swaying annoyed behind you. "you barely even spoke to me today!! and you haven't touched me ONCE. Just say you hate me." you huff annoyed and shun your head away from him. He steps closer to you and right before he can even open his mouth in a reply, you turn away and purposefully smack your fluffy tail right in his face. Strike 3.
After recalling and repeating all of your silly mistakes, he jolts your focus back onto him , purposefully snapping the fabric of one of your socks against your thigh. you flinch at the movement and release a short annoyed whine.
"don't take that tone with me after the way you acted today." he scoffs.
your fluffy ears go back , as you look up at him with teary and apologetic eyes.
"im sorry Tamsyyyyyy,.. please forgive me.?" you whine and stretch out his name, while you bury your face into his neck. your legs twitching at the feeling of him buried to the hilt , keeping your warm cunt filled with him.
"like hell you are. I suppose i've been too lenient with you, I don't remember teaching you to be such a nuisance." he spits out with his dreamy and angelic voice. It's full of false gentleness, just how you love it.
Without any warning, he pulls out of you with a hiss, flipping you over , now on top of you. You look up at him surprised, usually he always has you on top. He pays no attention to your expression and leans in swiftly , he licks a strip of your neck right above your collar. he sucks on the spot and bites down.
"ow!" you yelp and moan at the pleasure-able pain of his biting. he continues , littering your neck in bites till your shaking.
he lifts up to view his work , beautiful. It goes well with your collar, completely his. he grabs your face with his thumb and pointer finger.
"filthy girl. So undeserving, I should just leave you right here, dumb brats like you don't deserve any form of pleasure." he looks down at you with a cruel smirk as he degrades you.
your ears perk up at the threat of him leaving you unsatisfied, eyes widening slightly with panic and desperation.
"wait wait ! no- please ? please? i'll be good I promise!! never act out again - i need you.. " you stutter your words out quickly.
He laughs with a scoff at how pathetic you are.
for him only of course.
"it's almost like you enjoy when im rough with you, what a pathetic little thing you are. Just a fucking slut of a cat." he spanks your inner thigh and folds your legs up up up till they rest right next to your head.
Holy fuck.
he wastes no time lining himself up to your dripping cunt, moving back and forth right against your swollen folds, painfully slow. your hips buck up for more stimulation as he teases you.
"i-inside.." you whine and try to push back on him. he doesn't let you. The soft sounds of shlick , are driving you up the wall.
"Would you shut your mouth for once? take what i give you.". he nudges your sensitive clit with the tip of his length, rutting up against it slowly. the stimulation is driving you crazy with how good it feels.
"fuck... just like that see? good girl."
he presses a smooth kiss to your lips, rewarding you for being good.
his tongue slipping right in ; as you kiss him sloppily with how messy and twitchy you already are.
that's when you feel him pushing himself back inside you, filling your sloppy cunt up with his cock. It's long and pretty, a soft pink tip that you love to lap at with your tongue whenever he lets you, being the good kitty that you are.
drool slips from the corner of your mouth just thinking about it.
you hiss and whine as he begins to thrust. he's going slow on purpose. he's gonna make you beg for what you want.
"disobedient pets don't get what they want." he grunts with a tremble of a whine in his throat.
fuck, he's seriously going to torture you with this.
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