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݂݂၇ fem! reader, prone bone, making you scream, poor enjin’s ears…

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“Sing for me, my angel.”

“Tamsy!”

“Louder.”

You try again, wailing his name as he fucks you into the mattress. Tamsy throws all his weight into his hips. His pelvis bounces off your ass, thighs squished and trapped between his legs as your pinned down prone bone style.

Tamsy is consumed by the need to have you scream his name loud enough for the entirety of head quarters to hear.

“Fuck! Yesyesyes— Tamsy!” Your eyes roll as his warm chest presses closer to your back, one arm curling under and around your throat. He squeezes and your pussy responds in kind.

Tamsy moans in that sweet voice of his and it tingles down your spine. “Good girl,” he coos, panting as he buries his face against your shoulder blade.

You claw at the forearm locked around your throat, sobbing his name as your thighs shake.

Tamsy makes you scream until your throat is raw. You almost bite clean through his pillow.

The next morning Tamsy finds Enjin in the common area. He looks rough, dark circles under his eyes. Sipping coffee like it’s the sole ray of sunlight in his morning.

“Everything alright, Enjin?”

Enjin glares at Tamsy.

“Bro, your walls are really fucking thin. Can ya please fuck your girlfriend during business hours so I can sleep?”

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𓈒݂݂၇ ft. tamsy, enjin, zanka

𝛏 yikes. fem! reader, squirting, tied up with Takushin, biting, praise, spanking, pet names, use of the word mommy for zanka.

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★ tamsy

This fucker is a control freak. Is obsessed with making you squirt until you can’t take it.

Tamsy’s fingers are long, slender, and elegant. Skilled and precise. He uses them to finger the fuck out of you.

He’s on his belly between your thighs, thrusting his fingers inside your pussy hard and curling them each time.

“Tamsy— I can’t—” You choke. “Not again! Please!” Your head thrashes side to side on his pillow, fisting his silky hair.

Tamsy hums. Doesn’t bother to slow down.

“You have squirted twice already.” His fingers still inside you, curving and applying steady a pressure. “So lay there and allow your pussy to do what she’s made for, angel. Give me what I crave.”

Tamsy uses short sharp movements to get you there, licking your clit a few times as extra encouragement.

He gasps, the sound soft but delighted when you drench his wrist and face.

“Perhaps I should have put my hair up for this.”

Ha… ha… Tamsy uses Takushin to bind your hands behind your back and forces you to bounce on his cock. Smoothes his hands up and down your thighs, hushing you when you beg him to play with your clit.

Gets super into missionary. Lips parted and lids heavy, clutching the headboard with one hand and slips the other under your lower back to tilt your hips up. Pants against your mouth and whimpers when your nails dig into his back.

Bites the every living shit out of you. The insides of your thighs, your hips, all around the sensitive skin of your tits. The kind of man who sucks a chain of hickeys along your throat so it looks like a choker.

Cums in your pussy and fucks it back into you.

★ enjin

The first man ever to get you cock-drunk.

“Ah! Fuck— Enjin, hang on! Son of a bitch!” You squirm as large hands press your thighs to your chest. That big cock stretching your pussy to the point of overwhelming.

Enjin laughs. “Nah, baby doll. You knew it’d be a tight fit.” His dick presses in an inch further. You scream and scratch raised pink lines down his biceps as he fills you completely.

Your pussy squeezes and tries to push him out but Enjin just moans. He pulls out and then pushes back in entirely, and the stretch sends something electric through your body.

Your eyes pop wide open, goosebumps littering your arms as he does it again. Expression twisting with panic at how unbelievably amazing it feels.

“There she is,” Enjin coos. “Now let’s make this sweet little pussy feel good.”

Loves cock warming. Perches you in his lap, back to his chest, and rubs lazy circles into your clit. Smacks it lightly when you complain that this is supposed to be relaxing. Murmurs in your ear, “It’s relaxing for me when you squeeze my dick.”

Bends you over his lap and spanks your ass bright red whenever you act like a brat— on purpose mind you, and slides a dildo inside you because as the second punishment you don’t get his cock tonight.

Makes you work for it at first when he’s got you face down ass up. Places a hand on your tailbone to guide but not help. Mocks you and says, “Put in a little effort, pillow princess.” Then giggles when you whine and puts you through the mattress.

★ zanka

Grind on his cock and he’ll lose his mind.

Zanka’s lashes flutter as he moans, hands latched onto your hips to help guide your rhythm. He’s rock hard, the slide of your soaked cotton panties over his cock killing him slowly.

“Shit—” Zanka groans. His heels dig into the mattress as he presses into the motion. Precum drools onto his lower belly.

“Look at you.”

“Shut up— fuck.”

You huff a laugh, hands bracing on his chest. “You gonna cum just from this?”

Zanka’s too gone to take the bait. “Probably.”

He whimpers as you lift up an inch, pulling your panties to the side. Your fingers form a v shape over your pussy, and when you sit down again, warm and skin on skin, Zanka gasps.

His cock sits snug against you, and with two short rocks of your hips his thighs shake and he cums.

Zanka is submissive for you. He’s so… contained in every other aspect of his life and so letting someone else have control makes him melt. Pussy drunk on the regular if you will.

Love love loves being ridden within an inch of his life. Eyes rolled back and lips parted in a never ending whiny moan, cupping and grabbing your tits as they bounce in his face.

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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.

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★ tamsy

Tamsy trusts you.

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.

His hips don’t stop.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m sorry!”

“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.

★ enjin

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.

“Enjin!”

“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.

★ zanka

Zanka is pissed.

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.

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𓈒݂݂၇ ft. tamsy, enjin, zanka

𝛏 yikes. fem! reader, squirting, tied up with Takushin, biting, praise, spanking, pet names, use of the word mommy for zanka.

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★ tamsy

This fucker is a control freak. Is obsessed with making you squirt until you can’t take it.

Tamsy’s fingers are long, slender, and elegant. Skilled and precise. He uses them to finger the fuck out of you.

He’s on his belly between your thighs, thrusting his fingers inside your pussy hard and curling them each time.

“Tamsy— I can’t—” You choke. “Not again! Please!” Your head thrashes side to side on his pillow, fisting his silky hair.

Tamsy hums. Doesn’t bother to slow down.

“You have squirted twice already.” His fingers still inside you, curving and applying steady a pressure. “So lay there and allow your pussy to do what she’s made for, angel. Give me what I crave.”

Tamsy uses short sharp movements to get you there, licking your clit a few times as extra encouragement.

He gasps, the sound soft but delighted when you drench his wrist and face.

“Perhaps I should have put my hair up for this.”

Ha… ha… Tamsy uses Takushin to bind your hands behind your back and forces you to bounce on his cock. Smoothes his hands up and down your thighs, hushing you when you beg him to play with your clit.

Gets super into missionary. Lips parted and lids heavy, clutching the headboard with one hand and slips the other under your lower back to tilt your hips up. Pants against your mouth and whimpers when your nails dig into his back.

Bites the every living shit out of you. The insides of your thighs, your hips, all around the sensitive skin of your tits. The kind of man who sucks a chain of hickeys along your throat so it looks like a choker.

Cums in your pussy and fucks it back into you.

★ enjin

The first man ever to get you cock-drunk.

“Ah! Fuck— Enjin, hang on! Son of a bitch!” You squirm as large hands press your thighs to your chest. That big cock stretching your pussy to the point of overwhelming.

Enjin laughs. “Nah, baby doll. You knew it’d be a tight fit.” His dick presses in an inch further. You scream and scratch raised pink lines down his biceps as he fills you completely.

Your pussy squeezes and tries to push him out but Enjin just moans. He pulls out and then pushes back in entirely, and the stretch sends something electric through your body.

Your eyes pop wide open, goosebumps littering your arms as he does it again. Expression twisting with panic at how unbelievably amazing it feels.

“There she is,” Enjin coos. “Now let’s make this sweet little pussy feel good.”

Loves cock warming. Perches you in his lap, back to his chest, and rubs lazy circles into your clit. Smacks it lightly when you complain that this is supposed to be relaxing. Murmurs in your ear, “It’s relaxing for me when you squeeze my dick.”

Bends you over his lap and spanks your ass bright red whenever you act like a brat— on purpose mind you, and slides a dildo inside you because as the second punishment you don’t get his cock tonight.

Makes you work for it at first when he’s got you face down ass up. Places a hand on your tailbone to guide but not help. Mocks you and says, “Put in a little effort, pillow princess.” Then giggles when you whine and puts you through the mattress.

★ zanka

Grind on his cock and he’ll lose his mind.

Zanka’s lashes flutter as he moans, hands latched onto your hips to help guide your rhythm. He’s rock hard, the slide of your soaked cotton panties over his cock killing him slowly.

“Shit—” Zanka groans. His heels dig into the mattress as he presses into the motion. Precum drools onto his lower belly.

“Look at you.”

“Shut up— fuck.”

You huff a laugh, hands bracing on his chest. “You gonna cum just from this?”

Zanka’s too gone to take the bait. “Probably.”

He whimpers as you lift up an inch, pulling your panties to the side. Your fingers form a v shape over your pussy, and when you sit down again, warm and skin on skin, Zanka gasps.

His cock sits snug against you, and with two short rocks of your hips his thighs shake and he cums.

Zanka is submissive for you. He’s so… contained in every other aspect of his life and so letting someone else have control makes him melt. Pussy drunk on the regular if you will.

Love love loves being ridden within an inch of his life. Eyes rolled back and lips parted in a never ending whiny moan, cupping and grabbing your tits as they bounce in his face.

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you begged enjin not to invite TAMSY to the frat party…

𓈒݂݂၇ fem reader, fucking in the bathroom at a party, tamsy putting those pretty fingers in your mouth.

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You haven’t seen Tamsy since he ate you out in campus the library.

Enjin’s party was supposed to help you relax.

But you keep thinking about his lip ring. How his fingers stretched your wet pussy, how he stared with such dark intent as he sucked your swollen clit between his lips—

Your skin prickles with the sensation of being watched.

Music rattles your rib cage. Drunken laughter echoes as a game of beer pong continues in the corner of the living room.

Heat jolts through you when suddenly you’re locking eyes with Tamsy across the room. Your pulse thrums.

The two of you are in the bathroom five minutes later. Door locked, hands braced on the counter and skirt bunched up, panties pulled roughly to the side.

Tamsy fucks you hard and fast— like a punishment.

He’s got one hand shoved under your shirt. Two slender fingers from the other are in your mouth, pressing on your tongue.

“You hurt my feelings,” Tamsy murmurs against your ear.

“M’sorry!”

“I don’t believe you, angel. You’ve been ignoring me.”

Tamsy maintains eye contact with you through the mirror. His lids are lowered, lips parted slightly. Tamsy presses on your belly and yanks you back into the next thrust, balls pressed snug to your ass as he stills.

You moan sharply around his fingers, nails scraping over the counter top.

Tamsy’s lashes flutter shut as he buries his face against your hair, drawing in a deep breath. A low moan spills from his throat. His hips jerk, cock throbbing as he stuffs you.

“You changed your shampoo back to the one I like.”

Tamsy’s fingers slip from your mouth and you gasp. He starts rocking his hips again, gentler, both hands sliding under your shirt, wrapping around your waist in a tight hug.

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