You'll join us someday

‎‧₊˚✧[ Gris ]✧˚₊‧

Gris was cradling your face ever so gently as his hips rutted into you, rolling in a rhythmic and sensual way. “You feel so good around me,” he groaned into your neck, his weight on top of you smothering you in the best way without being too much. It made you feel oh so full and the way he sucked purple marks all over your neck made your head spin, fearing to lose your sanity at the praise falling from his lips, his voice ripping your last piece of mind from you as the pleasure rippled through your body. And just when your back arched - one of his strong arms wrapped around your waist to keep you in this position. Things became overwhelming quickly, your body going limp in his arms. The thought that you must have fainted didn't cross his mind at first, only a few thrusts later, when you were still so uncharacteristically quiet did he move his head from the crook of your neck, eyes going wide when he saw your eyes closed and body unconscious. 

Without hesitation he pulled out from your tight cunt and held you close, cock throbbing by the ruined orgasm but that was his last concern. "My love, wake up," he gently shook you by the shoulders, soft words slowly waking your body up only to find his face right above yours, the worry etched in his brows when your eyes slowly fluttered open, your ears still ringing but it calmed him down to know that you're awake. "You fainted," he whispered softly, a small smile creeping up his lips despite trying to remain serious - but how could he, when you chuckled tired "guess you fucked me too well… Did you at least finish?" You asked in a soft voice and your question almost offended your lover who shook his head immediately.

"I would never… not when you're unconscious." he answered sincerely, cock still throbbing but your well being was his top priority. He could finish himself off in the shower later, even if his hand could never compare to the tight walls of your cunt but you needed to rest now. Only if you insisted on finishing he would rub torturously slow circles on your clit to not overwhelm you by stuffing you full. If you'd rather rest, which is what was on his mind, he'd help you clean up and hold you close after bringing you something small to drink and to snack on. Gris does not hold a grudge when you faint, your body only screaming for a break and he would grant it that, you've been taking his cock so well, you deserve to rest now.

‎‧₊˚✧[ Follo ]✧˚₊‧

Follo was moaning above you, his hands alternating between holding the pillow that he shoved beneath your body, and your hips, his grip making sure to leave bruises that would grace your skin for the following days. "Nghhh… so close," his voice came out broken and ragged, sounding so desperate for release between the sinful moans you let out of your lips. Prone bone always lets his cock kiss your cervix, feeling him so deep inside of you and threatening to take your last coherent thought, mewling and crying for him to go just a little harder, needing to feel him even deeper than before. Follo's entire body was trembling with how much he held back his own release and giving you exactly what you asked for, his thrusts getting harder as his hips snapped against you repeatedly until you were a mess, wailing his name as if it's the last time you'd ever feel him inside of you.

Just as you were about to orgasm your body gave up, your consciousness fading and your walls naturally clenching to get rid of the intrusion in your limp body, but it sent Follo over the edge, his hips stilling flush against yours as your name fell from his lips like a sinful prayer in the quiet night. Only when you didn't praise him like you usually would when he made you feel so good he got alarmed upon seeing the peaceful expression on your face. "Shit!" He pulled out right away and turned you around, cradling you into his arms into a sitting position and gently rocking back and forth until you woke up in his arms. 

Your arms were slowly wrapping around his torso and Follo felt like he could finally breathe again when you opened your eyes. "Baby, I'm so sorry… I didn't realize you fainted and I-," he mumbled into your hair with such a soft voice, it was barely audible to your still ringing ears but you nuzzled your face into his muscular chest. "'s okay Follo. You know I don't mind it, you had and have my consent," you remind him that he has full permission to continue fucking you when you faint or when you're asleep in general, but he was never sure about it, feeling like this is close to taking you without consent. "How are you feeling? Do you want to go on? Should I run a bath?" He asked, unsure what you're craving right now since your expression was unreadable to him - but in reality you just felt how his cum leaked out of your pussy, staining your thighs and the mattress beneath you.

"Actually… why won't you be a good boy and use your tongue? Clean up the mess you made, hm?" You purred against his neck where you felt his hair slowly stand with goosebumps, knowing he'd love nothing more than to be your good boy, gladly lapping at your cunt until you're satisfied and his cum no longer staining you - only to fill you up anew.

‎‧₊˚✧[ Jabber ]✧˚₊‧

Jabber was pounding into you from behind, one of his legs propped up for a deeper angle to fuck you full. "My little cleaner slut, clenching around me," he mused as he reached for your hair to grab a fist full. Your neck was bent backwards with a pleasuring sting on your scalp that made you moan out loudly, trying to nod as best as you could with the grip he had on you, your voice long gone and only able to make wonton noises, begging for your release. "So desperate for my cock," he grinned down at your needy frame and pushed your head down into the pillows where he held your upper body down between the shoulder blades, one strong hand enough to pin you down. 

The new angle made it hard to breathe, his cock fucking into you and making it feel like you're getting impaled but it's what you craved - something only Jabber could provide and when his free hand came down in a harsh smack on your ass, your entire body began to shake in pleasure - too much to handle but just the right amount to take you closer to the edge. Just as you were about to scream out his name, the knot so close to snapping and releasing the tidal wave of pleasure over your body - you went limp, moans and cries ceased entirely, making the man smirk. His hand went back into your hair to lift your head "fucking bitch," he scoffed upon seeing you unconscious and your head dropped back into the pillows while his hips continued their harsh plowing. 

He couldn't care less that you fainted, your cunt tightened so deliciously around his cock, bringing him closer to his own gates of heaven, only to pull out and manhandle your body to face him. Your eyes fluttered open when his hot cum painted your face in small spurts, landing on your lips, your cheeks and some on your lashes. "Good morning princess," he groaned, his fist working harder on his cock to milk himself empty over your face, your whined complaints music to his ears.

"Oh I know you hate this," he chuckled as his hand came down to your face, smearing his cum over your lips before slipping a finger into your mouth to make you taste his seed and you gagged from the intrusion. "Be a good girl next time and you get it in your greedy cunt," he mused as he tapped your cum covered cheek before getting up from the bed, still holding a hand out for you to take. Jabber is an asshole that loves to see you suffer from time to time, but the way you giggle when going to the shower with him lets him know that you wouldn't want it any other way and that's what he loves about you. You always come back for more.