jaybird

enjin:

you and enjin had a rare night off together, a friday night, no less. so to treat the two of you, enjin took you to your favorite club. excited, you went all out when getting dressed. you had washed and styled your hair, used your expensive makeup, and put on your shortest skirt. the one that allowed the bottom of your cheeks to peek out. deciding to torture enjin (his words) even further, you wore your strappy heels that give the illusion that your legs went on for miles. you know what those heels do to him.

on the dance floor, the music is loud enough to feel in your ribcage. both of you are more than a little drunk. even though you are surrounded by people, the two of you feel like the only ones in the room. your back is pressed to his chest and his large hands are tight on your hips. as you sway to the beat, you push your ass against enjin's crotch. you get a little horny when you're drunk, so what? it's not just you, it happens to plenty of people. you push against him again, a little more obvious this time.

enjin leans down and says directly into your ear, "what're you tryna do, baby? don't start nothing you don't plan to finish right here."

see? happens to plenty of people.

in lieu of a verbal answer, you place your hand on the back of his neck, holding him to your ear. you grind your ass against him again, this time continuing with the beat of the heavy bass. you feel his breath on the shell of your ear. to spare him from getting a crick, you kiss his cheek and let go of his neck. you place your hands on top of his.

you keep moving like this for another minute. as the end of the song blends into the beginning of the next, enjin's hands tighten on your hips before sliding an inch or two forward, carrying yours with them. they stop just above where the fat of your thigh meets the soft jut of your pelvis. he pulls your hips to grind back on him harder and groans softly. you can feel him getting stiff.

"really jin? in front of all these people? you're so nasty," you suck your teeth and keep up your side-to-side movement. you knew enjin had a bit of a thing for exhibitionism and when you feel him twitch hard, you know you've hit your mark.

"c'mon baby, fuck. don't say shit like that to me right now, i might actually bust."

honestly, you can't be bothered to care that you two are very much in public, because that might be one of the hottest things he's ever said. you bite your lip and lean your head back on the front of his shoulder. you can feel his heart pounding against the back of your head. if you were a little more drunk, you might even say it was louder than the music pouring from the speakers.

"yeah? christ, enjin, that's so hot. you think you can cum for me? right here on this dance floor with all these people around?" if you were to turn around right now, you would see how ruined enjin looked from just your words and a little dry humping. but you don't need to see him to know, because he honest to god moans. loud. of course, its swallowed by the music filling the club, but it still has you clenching your thighs together. your hips haven't once slowed or stop their assault on enjin's clothed cock. "if you can be good and cum for me, you can eat me out for as long as you want when we get home."

that was enough incentive for him to quicken his pace against you, panting and groaning into the crown of your head. to anyone looking at the two of you, you look like a drunken couple in love. but you know.

you are the only one who can feel his hips stutter and jerk. you are the only one who can feel his cock twitch violently as he releases into his underwear. the only one who hears him cum with your name on his alcohol soaked tongue. the only one who feels his hands tighten so hard on your hips that it will surely leave bruises.

"oh.. oh my god, girl. what did you just do to me?"

you giggle, turning in his arms. you place your hands on his cheeks and pull him down for a frankly disgusting kiss.

"take me home, jin. for that little show, you can do whatever you want with me."

enjin shivers, already pulling you toward the exit.

tamsy caines:

"ah-haah, tamsy please! i said i was sorry! would you please just fuck me?" you cry. at this point, you're having trouble remembering what you're even apologizing for. whatever your alleged sin was, you swear you've atoned by now.

tamsy is sitting with his back against the headboard of his bed, a few pillows behind him. you're perched on top of him with your aching legs straddling his thigh, facing him, with your hands on his shoulders. he's had you in this position for what feels like hours. though it's possible your frustration is making you a little delirious. his thin, warm hands are resting lightly on your panty-clad hips, covered by your oversized t-shirt. your face is red and damp with a mix of sweat and tears.

"yes, but it it wouldn't be a much of a punishment if you got what you wanted in the end, now would it?" tamsy chides. your punishment, for an act which you still can't recall, has consisted of tamsy forcing you to get off, over and over, using only his thigh. he hasn't told you when you can stop. he hasn't even let you remove your clothes, or his for that matter. "you can be such a brat, my dove. always asking for more even after i've given you plenty."

you sob and lean forward to rest your head on his shoulder, your hips stuttering with the near painful force of yet another orgasm. even when the last of the aftershocks roll through, you keep your hips moving. the last time you tried to stop to rest, he pinched the fat of your ass, hissing that he didn't say you could stop, angel. you are way past the point of overstimulation. each high comes quicker and sharper than the last. your panties are beyond soaked, your slick drenching the pale cotton of tamsy's pants.

"i suppose that's enough," tamsy sighs. your hips finally come to a stop. he slides one hand down to the back of your knee that's slotted between his legs and tugs, silently commanding you to move so that you're fully straddling his lap. he returns his hand back to your hip, gripping tighter now. with the new position, you can really feel how hard he is. knowing he's enjoying this too makes your stomach flip. "make me cum and we'll be finished."

you start rolling your hips once again with a renewed fervor, the heat in your stomach reigniting. despite feeling completely drained just moments ago, the promise of seeing tamsy come undone, even if only a little, will never fail to motivate you. you lean forward and loop your arms around his neck, pressing your cheek to his. he pants and groans softly in your ear. his hands shift to grip handfuls of your ass, pulling your hips back and forth, back and forth. his groans grow louder and more frantic as he gets closer. the combination of the force with which he moves you and the pressure and friction of his cock on your hyper-sensitive clit throw you over the edge one last time. tamsy follows right behind you.

"mnghh... a-angel, fuck!"

he jerks and curls forward as much as the position allows, his arms wrapping around your waist and back as his spend coats the inside of his bottoms. he twitches a few more times before leaning back, pulling you with him to lay against his chest. he looks down at your dazed face, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

"you did so well, dove, you are forgiven. i love you, my angel."

your nose crinkles. forgiven for what, again??

enjin:

not super thick, but definitely longer than average. probably around 8.5-9 inches when hard and he’s a shower. if he goes commando in loose fitting pants, it’s not difficult to catch a glimpse of a print. he tries to keep his pubes trimmed, but that is not high on his list of priorities, so it can get a little wild sometimes. the head gets all cute and red when he’s hard, and there are a few large veins running the length of his cock.

gris rubion:

suuuper thick. like beer can thick. average length, probably 5-6 inches with not much of a curve to it. nice, sexy, fat balls. if he’s been hard long enough, the head turns a pretty shade of purplish-red, and the single thick vein stretching from base to tip gets even fatter. he prefers to keep his dense blonde pubes trimmed, even taking the time to shave his sack.

tamsy caines:

tamsy’s cock is utterly gorgeous, just like the rest of him. it’s on the smaller side, both in girth and length, around 4-5 inches, and his balls are cute and tight and close to his body. he’s definitely a grower and there’s a slight curve to his cock. since getting his labret pierced, he’s been thinking about getting some sort of dick piercing, but has been too… busy. he alternates between trimming his pubes and shaving them completely. and he’s probably got such a pretty taint, too.

follo tunito:

everything about follo’s cock is wonderfully average. it’s about 5 inches, not too thick, and has a subtle curve to it. the skin is slightly tanner than the rest of his body and the tip is a dark, peachy color. his sack hangs a little low and is just a little darker than his cock. there are a couple of thin veins, but they don’t span the entire length of his dick. follo’s pubes are the same rich chocolate brown as his hair and he doesn’t bother to trim or shave them.

bro santa:

bro’s cock is just straight up big. long and fat, around 9 inches, with multiple thick veins spanning from base to tip, and a heavy sack. his pubes are thick and wild, though he attempts to keep them under control. the shaft is the same color as the rest of his skin, but his tip is a deep peachy, almost tan color. speaking of bro’s tip, it absolutely weeps precum almost as soon as he’s erect. if he’s hard before he manages to get his pants off, there’s guaranteed to be a visible wet spot on his pants, just past where his thigh meets his hip.

arkha corvus:

holy shit. huuuuge, like 10-11 inches. a gorgeous milk chocolate color, with a dusty rose tip and one or two thick veins. there’s a slight curve downward, as well. arkha is a well put together man, so of course he trims his bush. he might even go so far as to exfoliate if he’s feeling fancy. he is a grade-A shower, for sure. his balls definitely hang pretty low, and they are always so, so warm.

jabber wonger:

enjin:

honestly, enjin more or less hands you over to eishia. he only wants the best for his girl, and he knows there is no one better equipped for this situation than her. of course, that’s not to say he doesn’t do anything to help you. during the first migraine you had since getting together with enjin, you mentioned that you are incredibly sensitive to lights, sounds, and smells during an episode. so, whenever you alert him to an oncoming attack, he immediately ushers you to the infirmary, then scurries to his dorm to shower. he takes pays extra attention to his hands, scrubbing away any lingering nicotine and cigarette smoke. when he’s done, he dresses in fresh, clean clothes and rushes back to your side.

follo tunito:

follo treats your migraines as if taking care of you is his only purpose. after he has you settled in bed, he’s (very quietly) rushing around the room, making sure everything is set to maximize your comfort. every light is turned off, the temperature is brought down, your water bottle is filled. he even tapes a handwritten sign to the door that reads something silly like, “be quiet OR ELSE!” follo also sees to it that you want for nothing. once your room has been effectively been turned into a migraine sufferer’s wet dream, he’s sprinting to eishia for pain medicine. even after he’s made sure you have everything, he makes a pallet of blankets on the floor next to your bed so that he’s never too far incase you need him.

arkha corvus:

you don’t know how he does it, but arkha knows you’re getting a migraine before you even tell him. not that you’re complaining. instead of walking you to your dorm, arkha takes you to his. his dorm is objectively the nicest at HQ; he is the boss, after all. he’s never been one for candles or incense, so his dorm is always free of any harsh scents. his dorm is also the only one with an attached bathroom, giving you enough privacy to take a nice, long, hot shower. arkha also keeps a stock of various pain medicines in his nightstand, along with cooling forehead patches and electrolyte packets.

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