─── 𓈒݂݂၇ SEX CHOCOLATE𓈒݂݂ 𓈒݂݂ 𓈒݂݂ ★ 18+ ───
𓈒݂݂၇ ft. tamsy, enjin, zanka
𝛏 semiu tells you about an aphrodisiac she tried with her girlfriend and, well… you just have to try it on your man.
𓈒݂݂၇ fem reader, yeah they don’t know about it at first but its all fun and games nobody gets hurt and it’s all consensual sex, pet names, enjin saying off the wall shit, tamsy being a lil freak, and zanka being a brat.
Thinks nothing of it when you casually offer him a treat. You’d never do anything remotely unsavory to him, right? Because he’s obsessed with you and you can do no wrong in his eyes.
Now, as he has you stretched open in his bed, fingers laced with yours and pinned to the mattress, he wonders if you’ve done this to him.
That it’s your fault he’s thrusting even after his thighs start burning. Cock achy and sensitive while he chases his third orgasm, pussy stuffed full.
“Angel,” he moans. Tamsy’s lids lower further, cheeks flushed bright pink. Drool drips from parted lips, splattering on your collarbone. “You gave me something.”
You shake your head furiously, back arching as he fucks you faster. His name falls from your mouth over and over as your pleasure rips through you.
Tamsy squeezes his eyes shut. His cock throbs. He cums again, a low, wrecked moan sticking in his throat.
“Your apology is weak.” He dips down kissing your jaw, your throat. “If truly want to show you’re sorry,” he murmurs. “You’ll cry for me, pretty little angel.”
Tamsy fucks you so long you fall asleep right after, sore and with dried tears on your cheeks.
You smack the chocolate from his hand the next time he’s offered any.
No man’s land makes Enjin want to rip his hair out. Each time he gets assigned out there he smokes ten cigarettes in a row.
In the jeep on the ride over, you offer Enjin a treat. Holding it in your open palm from the passenger seat. You tell him it’s a pick me up— an… energizer of sorts.
He asks you to feed it to him, of course. Enjin murmurs, “Thanks, sweetheart. You always know just what I need,” in that low teasing tone, and Rudo tells the two of you to stop being so fucking gross from the backseat.
Enjin’s cock is hard enough to cut diamonds in the middle of destroying a trash beast.
He octoshreds the monster and simultaneously pictures your tight wet pussy. Revisits the memory of folding you in half like a lawn chair last night and fucking you until you drenched his pelvis.
Enjin watches you fight from the top of a “sand” heap. Leers at your body as you twist and jump and murder trash beasts with fierce grace.
There’s a couple monsters left, but he leaves them for the others. His cock throbs and sticks to his underwear as he finds you, drags you by the wrist to his jeep.
“Enjin— wait! W— What about the others?”
“Don’t fucking care. I need that sweet pussy right now or I’ll hump a trash beast like a dog. You don’t want to see that, right?”
Enjin manhandles you around the opposite side of the jeep, out of sight, and swings open the door. He bends you over the backseat and yanks your pants under your ass.
You wail, his thick cock splitting you open, pushing your hips back into him.
“Christ. You’re tighter than a fucking nun,” he groans through his teeth. Enjin smacks your ass. “Now bounce that ass, baby.”
It’s okay, the chaotic fighting covers your screaming.
He’s spent the last hour fighting a boner during dinner.
You gave him some beautifully wrapped sweet chocolate right before you’d scampered off with some lame excuse about training.
Zanka prides himself on not being a dumbass. He knows, without a doubt, you’re the reason he had to escape to the bathroom and point his dick upwards to hide it behind his waistband.
The door to your dorm almost flies off the hinges. Zanka stands in the frame, eyes glowing like he’s about to use his jinki.
“What the fuck did you give me!”
You lower your magazine, sitting up in bed, blinking innocently. “What ever do you mean?”
Zanka practically vibrates. He slams your door shut and stomps over to your bed. Roughly, Zanka catches your hand and presses it to his cock. It pulses under your hand.
“This,” he hisses, presses his cock harder against your palm. “Why did I eat that sweet and then think about you on your knees and playing with your pussy for an hour?”
“Oh. Well. Semiu told me about this aphrodisiac chocolate and I wanted to try it.” Zanka doesn’t stop you from sliding your hand under the hem of his pants, skin on skin. “Did it work?”
Zanka is blushing. Flustered. Pouts lightly as his lashes flutter.
“Fuck. Fine. Get on your knees, then.”
“Say the magic word, baby,” you tease, thumbing the head.
“Get on your fucking knees, please.”