RISU

it had been a couple of years now that you had woken up in the place that was called the ground. you were never quite sure how it happened, and by now you didn’t even really remember what it was like back on earth, the fading images of it in your memories seeming so distant, like a dream from the very beginning.

you had almost suffocated upon awakening, your lungs burning and eyes watering. you were lucky enough to have been found by a mysterious blond man, tall and a little intimidating from his build, but he ended up taking you back with him, to somewhere safe. there was a lot of suspicion cast on you as you keep telling them where you were from and no one believed you. even more so came from the knowledge that the man allegedly found you claimed you came out of what he called a trash beast. you insisted absolutely none of that was normal, and rumors spread about you being a bit unstable and not all there. he, however, didn’t seem to judge you for what you told him.

you told him everything you could recall as he took you to somewhere more secluded, with less prying eyes after he got permission. insisting that you’d never heard of the ground, or even a trash beast let alone what a sphereite was. your genuine confused reaction was enough—he believed that you were telling the truth. after all, it’s not like you typically see humans with cat ears and tails around here, no matter how weird some of the folks looked. that’s also when the adrenaline wore off, and you freaked out over your acquired feline features, a soft tail and fluffy ears sprouting from your head. your fingers grazing over where your human ears should be, but they were gone. it was like a very incomprehensible and elaborate prank was being played on you, but no one was telling you it’s all just a joke and haha you fell for it all.

a part of you wondered if you had died, or whether it was possible to even return home. the man promised you that he’d help you out as best as he could, giving you his name, enjin. it had been a few years now since it all transpired, with you more accustomed to life down on the ground, residing at the cleaners headquarters, and a lot of your previous desire to return home had faded. you stopped questioning it, or even having a desire to leave the headquarters in the first place. the ground was dangerous.

you were lucky. you had been given a job at headquarters, helping eisha, and a bunch of people gradually warmed up to you. you had seen many of her patients, getting close and personal with some as you helped her, even handling ‘minor’ abrasions on your own, proving that whatever was outside may be too much for someone like you to handle. most importantly, enjin and gris had always told you that you should try not to leave the headquarters as the people on the ground weren’t as kind as the folk where you came from. they just wanted to protect you, as you could easily be taken advantage of without either of them there to guide you.

gris was the second person to take to you soon after your arrival. he wasn’t anywhere as intimidating looking as enjin despite being equal in size and build. you had sort of gotten used to the fact that some of these people were freakishly different by the time you met gris. he was nothing scary when compared to your first memory of enjin, who you recalled being a mysterious man covered in tattoos and tall as a tree, wearing a gas mask who had slung you over his shoulder to carry you away. unlike enjin, gris was a lot softer on you from the very beginning.

enjin had kept you by his side as you were still confused at the time, with gris being a longtime supporter showing you the ropes. it was quick for both men to decide you were definitely not cut out for the outside world, freezing up and flinching just from people yelling or fighting out on the streets, grabbing onto whoever was closer and using them as a shield that as peeked over to see the problem. no way you would of survived being a full fledged supporter. not when something as normal as this was something you considered ‘scary’ and ‘absolutely not a normal thing to do in public’.

gris had encouraged you to try and find another job around the headquarters before you even begun learning to be a supporter, and that’s when enjin perked up and introduced you to eisha. it was far from an over-exaggeration for you to call them your saviors, and you were more than happy to listen to both men, treating whatever they told you as truth. after all, they just cared for you so much—you doubted either of them could ever be wrong assessments as seasoned veterans in their respective departments.

the two were always by your side, always making sure you’re alright. that’s why, somewhere along the way, you had done exactly as they suggested. you weren’t sure when you’d last left the headquarters, but it was all for your own sake. you didn’t want to leave in the first place, this was alright. even when you were questioned by other members of the cleaners, you’d always smile at them and tell them that it was your choice not to, because you believed it was.

you’d also made it your upmost priority to take care of both men as best as you could in return for their endless kindness. today was no different, wrapping up gris’ arm in a tight bandage as you hummed happily to yourself, listening to him talk about the mission he was. it was a minor scratch, so you opted to handle this yourself, pressing a kiss to his wrapped arm after it was all done, batting your lashes up at gris.

gris gave you that gentle smile that made your stomach flip. your chest presses into his arm as the other reaches up to your ears, scratching and stroking at the soft fur before pressing a kiss to your lips. “and how has your day been?” he asks, soaking in your purring as you tell him all about it, even the mundane. his attention is fully on you, and you love it, like you’re the only one who matters in the moment to him.

“knew i’d find the two of you here.” you hear the door to ‘your’ room open, enjin waltzing in like he owned it, he basically did at this point and you’d give it to him if he asked, flopping down on your bed. you usually treated both men outside of the infirmary, typically in your bedroom as you kept a few medical kits there and it was less likely for any of you to be interrupted. enjin’s fingers reached towards your tail, stroking at it as you pressed further into gris, face buried in his broad chest.

enjin’s hand continues upwards, eventually grabbing a handful of your ass as you keep telling them about your day with a little moan. “i even helped make some medicine..!” you gasp as enjin massages the flesh, whereas gris peppers kisses along your neck. gris praises you with gentle caresses, whispering in your ear about how good of a girl you were and how hard you worked today, and that he was so proud of you. pride swells in your chest, knowing that you were contributing to the cleaners and proving to both men just how useful you were.

enjin is louder, cooing at you as his chest presses against your back, sandwiching you between them as you feel a pinch on your ass. “everyone must’ve been happy to have a pretty little kitty like you running around and helping them.” you grind yourself into his palm, encouraging his ministrations as you were happy to be called pretty by him. pretty. pretty. pretty. you tilt your head, meeting enjin’s lips as he gives you a deeper kiss than gris’ as his tongue delves in immediately, knocking the breathe out of you.

your lungs hurt and beg for air by the time you separate, eyes glossy with desire as enjin pulls back. “our pretty little kitty doesn’t mind helping us now, right?” enjin inquires, and you’re more than happy to comply as gris’ hold on you loosens. you make your way onto your knees, face nuzzling gris’ thigh as he undoes his belt, pulling his zipper down, followed by his underwear, bringing it down just enough for his cock to spring free and slap against your cheek. enjin tilts himself so he has a good view, watching as you spit on your hands before rubbing at the base of gris’ hardened cock.

gris groans as you lick at his tip, giving it kisses as he turns his attention to enjin, the two men talking about something regarding their next mission that went over your head. you didn’t really try to think too hard on what they were saying, doubting you’d understand the gravity of it or what anything really meant, you didn’t even recognize the town they were talking about having to hit up. instead, you focused on what was truly important in the moment, gris’ and enjin’s pleasure.

you relax your jaw and take gris in slowly, deeper and deeper as you feel a slight sting to your jaw. his cock was huge, heavy, and long. your fingers wrapped around what couldn’t fit just yet, stroking him and trying to not moan too loudly at the risk of interrupting them. your pussy twitched, but you reminded yourself that it was not about you right now. finally, gris’ cock hits the back of your throat, eyes watering ever so slightly as he wipes them away, reminding you that he still had some attention on you as he soothes you, letting you take your time.

you wished you’d gotten better at this already. you knew what you wanted yet he was just so girthy for your body to handle and you needed to go slow. gris was patient, though, so you knew he didn’t mind even if you did. by now you had most of him down your throat, finally sucking on him as your quiet moans vibrate up his dick, fingers trailing downwards to cup at and massage his balls, gentle yet skilled.

gris’ hand strokes at your ears making you feel all sensitive, moaning loudly this time as you deepthroat him, making your lonely pussy wet. you hear enjin chuckle as he grabs at your swaying tail, yanking it every so often and making you squeal and squirm, throat tightening around gris as he waits for his turn. it was like a push and pull, one gentle and one rough with you, you who was coming undone in the middle of helping them out with their needs, what a bad kitty.

you can feel gris was close, you knew his signs. the slight twitch, his breath hitching, the way his hand stilled on your fluffy ear moments before giving you a chaste warning. you push yourself as close as you can into him, knees digging into the floor and cradling his balls, letting hot cum paint the back of your throat as you keep your eyes up to look at him, meeting his gaze. you try not to cough, pulling back with saliva attaching you to his cock, sticking out your tongue and showing him how you swallowed—like a good kitty would.

“no matter how many times i see that face, i just can’t get used to it.” gris sighs breathily, happy with the result as he rubs against your ears and cheek affectionately. enjin on the other hand is quick to remind you it was his turn, pulling you up and laying you on the bed as the men shuffle. enjin is standing on one side of the bed, his cock hard and pressing at your lips as your head is tilted back, ready to suck him off as well, letting out a surprised moan at the feeling of gris’ tongue prodding at your clothed pussy as he flips your skirt up, hands rubbing your thighs before gripping down on them and spreading you wide open.

your lips latch onto the head of enjin’s cock as he holds your chin. you initially found it hard to suck dick from this position, but overtime you’d gotten used to it and came to enjoy it, getting a view of his cock and balls, enjoying the scent. you loved everything about them. “such a good kitty, fuck your throat feels good.” enjin groans as his finger strokes under your chin just a little, making you purr on instinct.

gris’ tongue continues licking you through your panties, a pink pair that both men liked, the fabric just a bit see through and letting them know how much you got off on being allowed to suck them and their praise. gris lifted your hips up slightly, letting enjin see the wet spot grow, making you moan and shake as gris tells you how cute you were, so patient waiting for their touch without complaint, prioritizing them over you.

it reminds you that they were right. there was no way you could survive in this world when you’re just far too docile, so it was a good thing they were the ones who were there for you. enjin let out a loud groan as, always loving the way your tongue felt, it was a bit different than a regular human’s, and although he’d expected it to feel like sandpaper it was surprisingly soft, your purring like a constant vibration running through him as he jerks his hips on occasion, but being the pro you are you do not falter.

gris pushes your panties to the side, burying himself in your pussy. it’s only been since yesterday morning since he was buried between them yet he acts as though it had been a week. his tongue prods at your slit, licking up and teasing you as you whine on enjin’s cock, moaning as it enters in and starts to eat you out. you don’t reach for his hair, far too polite to do it, so enjin does it for you. he moves your hands towards gris, pressing them into balls that grasp at his hair and encourages you to press down, to smother gris in your slick cunt. his nose was almost buried in it as well, thighs shuddering and would of clamped around his head if not for his sturdy grip.

seeing you so fucked out, mixed with the way you were constantly emitting vibrations as you sucked his cock, enjin sheathed himself deep, your nose against his cock, the hairs tickling you as his cum fills up your mouth, easily sliding down and making you swallow as he pulls out with a loud pop, the head pressing against your swollen lips as you give it a few licks to clean him. satisfied, he props you up slightly so that he’s kneeling behind you, your back to his chest as he makes you watch gris eat you. you were close, so close. you didn’t want to finish before they had their pleasure, doing your best to hold off until now as it sent you over the edge.

“gris..!” you moan as he lets go of your thighs that snap around his head. cum gushes out, sticky fluid staining his face as he licks it off, every single drop. you’re a shaking mess as you try to apologize for making a mess but enjin cuts you off before you begin—kissing you and tasting a bit of himself. there was no need for their pretty kitty to be thankful over something so obviously deserved.

instead, they decide to reward you. you’re always so well behaved for them, eager to do just as they ask, prioritizing them first. gris surfaces and brings you towards his lap, your legs spread out and seated on his thighs as the two men settle you down. gris was long, as in far above average. you swore you saw stars despite the prep as the familiar stretch invades. the first couple of inches are smooth, but the second half takes a bit more work as gris coos at how good you’re being and how sorry it is that it takes so long. he wants you comfy, so don’t hesitate to tell him if something is wrong.

finally, you feel him all the way inside. your stomach bulges a slight bit, you can see the outline of him and place a hand on your stomach, feeling so full. enjin groans, fingers spreading your ass now as he takes his turn. you’ve had both men at once a few times now, but damn does it always take some effort on all your parts as your chest presses against gris’, arms now wrapping around his shoulders and clawing at his back as you arch slightly. your ass was tight from your front being stretched so hard and it took several minutes until both men were fully sheathed.

enjin rolled his hips at the signal. you moan, giving them the greenlight as they begin fucking into you in their own styles, one passionate and gentle and the other rougher but possessive. they didn’t have a perfect rhythm, but each time gris was in, enjin was out and vice versa. it was like a constant feeling of being full, enjin yanking at your tail and holding it up as the other hand on his hip pulled you down, making drool slip out. gris kissed you as he rubbed the other side of your hip, pulling your top up just enough to lift up your bra with his other hand, groping at your chest and tweezing at your nipple.

you moan and gasp, letting him take the kiss deeper as his tongue fucks your mouth, overstimulation hitting you as their hands and cocks make you lose your sense of reality. you aren’t sure where you even are anymore, head empty and filled with thoughts about how they are both just sooo deep inside of you, pleasure hitting tenfold. enjin groaned each time your ass jiggled and smacked against him, biting down on your neck and leaving a wake of hickeys. whereas gris was focused on sucking and biting at your chest, your toes curling and eyes rolled.

“mmn cummin’ am gonna cum..ah!” you cry out in ecstasy as the tight coil in your stomach snaps, cum rushing out like a flood gate as it coats gris’ cock, a milky ring forming at the base as he continues pumping in and out of you. you were no match, legs feeling like jelly as both men work to fuck you as you feel your energy deplete to zero in an instant before them. you can’t remember much else behind babbling, presumably moaning their names as it was all you could remember anymore.

you were overstimulated, twitching as gris cums inside of you first, filling you up all the way as some drips out when enjin lifts you, your ass smacked before he shoots his cum inside. your ass and cunt were both filled, your body all warm and fuzzy as your eyes droop shut, drifting off into sleep. you didn’t have to worry about a thing, you knew they’d take care of you even if you were no longer awake to watch. after all, they were the men who had saved you and the ones you loved the most, just as you were the one they loved most.

©️kittyrisu

it’d been an agonizingly long wait for jabber. he’d waited for months, at your insistence, for you to properly recover before the two of you could finally get more intimate. you’d allow him light touches, but nothing quite too much until now, and it was as if a dam was finally breaking. your daughter had finally been put to sleep after screaming her lungs out for hours, and your darling kitty pounced right on you, palms groping roughly against your breasts as his tongue presses against your sensitive nipple through your shirt.

“fuck, feels like it’s been too fucking long..” jabber groaned, rolling the bud between his teeth as milk stained against your bra underneath, letting out a purr of delight as your milk leaked. he hated how he couldn’t go crazy with fucking you the majority of your pregnancy, even though he was the cause of it, missing the way he’d fuck you. the good thing that came out of it was the way your tits had become swollen with creamy and sweet milk, something he was allowed to lap at the past few months.

you loved him, truly, but sometimes he’d get very carried away. even now, the second you gave him an inch, he was already on top of you. “at least let me take it off, jabber.” you scold him, yanking him back by the hair as you both let out a moan. you because of his assault on your chest, and him with the way you were pulling him. he’d always encouraged you to take control, maybe even step on him and degrade him as much as you want, and it’s because you didn’t that moments like these made his cock twitch.

“fuck, do that again baby,” he purred as you maneuver your hand to squish his cheeks and hold him as you struggle to take off your shirt and bra with your free hand, not letting him touch you just yet. “this is hot too.” he says through clenched teeth as you finally release your grip. in a moment, you’re flipped onto your stomach, leaking chest in jabber’s face as he flings himself back onto the bed with a tight grip around your hips.

his pupils dilate as his cock hardens in his pants. you’d think the milk you produced had catnip, judging by the the way he sniffed and lapped at your breasts, acting like he wanted to stay there forever. “not so rough.” you scold him, yanking him by the hair again, but he only moans as he licks at the middle of your chest, biting down and marking you with his marks. jabber continues upwards, your head thrown back as you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling his sharp teeth graze at and sink down on your neck.

“i told you, not so rough.” you remind him, trying to push his face off your neck, only for your hands to be pinned down. instead, jabber has a smug look blooming, grinning at you as if to say ‘oh yeah? and what are you going to do?’ before proceeding to make his way back down to your breasts, biting down on your nipple and sucking it. you let out a gasp, the texture of his tongue a little bit rough but pleasurable as he wedges a knee between your clothed pussy.

his tail sways as he listens to you moan, getting back at you for denying him for so long. “‘m cock hurts sooo bad waiting this long. you’ll make it allllll better, right baby?” he coos, readjusting to be on top of you, prying down his boxers and stroking his barbed cock in front of your face. he makes a show of it, using his tail to pin your hands above your head as he strokes himself, making you watch as his body jolts with pleasure from sensitivity. he had tried to jerk off a few times before, but he encouraged you to not let him and to physically stop him each time, even suggesting he be put in a chastity belt. it was utter agony, but did it feel so fucking good, especially now that he could finally bust.

“ya make such delicious milk, mm i’ve decided i’ll let you have some of mine, too.” he prods a finger into your mouth as you open it up without complaint, mouth watering at the sight. the first time you saw his cock you were a little bit intimated, seeing the barbs on it. sure, he was a kitty hybrid, but he looked so cute with his fluffy ears and tail that you never considered his cock would be catlike too. overtime, however, you’d come to associate his cock with extra pleasure, letting your favorite kitty to press his tip to your lips.

you weren’t sure if he didn’t put it in because he was teasing you, or if he was trying to blue-ball himself. you press a couple of kisses to the head, sticking your tongue out and lapping at it as jabber groans, unable to take it anymore. one of his hands reaches for the back of your head, pushing you onto his cock as he plunges in whole, knocking the air out of you as his cock hits the very back of your throat, briefly pulling out so you could cough and get air. you were seeing stars in a pleasurable manner, remembering how good sex felt.

oh how you missed this kind of sex with jabber. rather than catch your breath for longer, you instead start licking at him again, encouraging him to put it back down and fuck your throat as you graze him with your teeth, making him grin and shudder in delight. “fuck baby, that’s a good girl.” he encourages you rather than scolds you for using your teeth. his free hand pumps his cock to spread your spit before putting it back in, a little slower this time as he keeps his hand on the back of your head while steadily fucking your mouth.

his free hand maneuvers back onto your chest, pinching and tweezing at your nipples as the milk spills freely down. rather than waste it, he gathers it on his fingers and laps, suckling it from his fingers as he watches you deepthroat him with a perverted gaze. he knew you were alright, you haven’t even attempted to give your safe word and from the looks of it, wanted more. who was he to deny you when your wet mouth was so warm and inviting?

your jaw hurt as slick and saliva trickled down your chin, but you paid no mind as your fingertips scratch and tug at the fur of his tail, head going empty at the pleasure of being fucked and used. your body was still sensitive, and it was giving you a new pleasure you’d never quite reached before, like you could cum just from giving him head. the way it hit the back of your throat, constricting down on him as your back arched from your nipples being toyed with, it was all too much at once. “mmnfh!” you moan, unable to hold back anymore.

your body shakes and shudders, an orgasm ripping through you as your eyes roll back, jabber’s hips stuttering for a second as he feels your cum soaked panties stain his knee, looking down and grinning at you. “haah?” he says in a shaky tone, pulling out from your mouth. “i was ‘sposed to be the one cummin’ my brains out first.” his fingers move from your chest to your pussy, rubbing at it as your thighs squeeze together and clamp down on his hand as he pinches at your clit.

“jabber!” you whine, but he readjusts you, pulling you onto your knees as he keeps your hands behind your back with his tail, your head on his lap as he pushes his cock all the way back into your mouth and fucks you roughly with it, just how the two of you like. he didn’t get to cum first, but that just meant he had to cum harder than you, like it was some competition he had to win. he was close, already throbbing in your mouth when you had cum, but the delayed bust just excited and edged him.

you could feel it was close, and jabber knew it too. as much as he enjoyed edging himself, he was ready to cum, the sticky fluid coating the deepest depths of your throat while he tilts your head back a little, making sure you swallow all of it. just as he said, he came heavy. months of waiting and all of it coming out at once, pulling out and prodding a finger around your mouth as he ensures you took it all. “mm fuck, yeah, that was hot.” he snickers, cock already hardening up as you come off your high and press your cheek against his sturdy thigh.

“i’m glad my little kitty enjoyed himself. release me now and get on your knees. you’re returning the favor tenfold, now.” you command him, and he’s more than willing to comply, scrambling to the floor while nuzzling and purring against your foot, tail swaying behind him. if was a different type of sweet milk you were going to give him this time, but it was still equally as delicious.

©️kittyrisu

you’d been with the cleaners for a long time now, several years, to the point you’d think that maybe you’d get some priority over other orders, but no. it’s not even like you give him a deadline, but it’s been this way for as long as you could remember now. every single time you’d ask august for even a minor revision it’d end up taking him months. his excuse? he had no inspiration or was too busy with something else to focus on your request.

the last straw was when you’d checked up with august that morning, coming to learn he hadn’t even started despite you asking nearly three weeks ago for something so minor you thought even you could do. he must of seen the look on your face, waving you off and telling you he will get to it when he does, and to leave him while he was still feeling creative, making his way over to a different uniform you swore wasn’t there when you came by last time to ask for his help.

if that was how he wanted to play this game, you’d comply. no inspiration? got it, you’d give him some. instead of storming off, the bottom of your heels clicked against the floor, swinging yourself closer and wrapping your arms around his hips from behind as you feel him stiffen. you bend in, nuzzling your face into his chest, cheek smushed against it as you bat your lashes up at him while he’s in a rare moment of shock. “what would it take for you to feel motivated enough to start on my request?” you pester, biting at your lower lip.

the rest was history. just seeing your expression and feeling your body against him was enough for august. for the first time it seemed like he actually saw you rather than another colleague. you weren’t opposed, as it was sort of cute the way he finished so quickly and proudly exclaimed the extra modifications he did, just because he felt inspired. it wasn’t a bad feeling having his attention, nor was it bad that he now prioritized your orders. what was bad, however, was that you finally realized that you were dropping by august’s workspace more and more often, without anything to even ask for. you couldn’t deny it to yourself, humiliating so, that you actually enjoyed being in his presence and became enamored with his little quirks you picked up on whenever he worked on something. just sitting there in silence, admiring the master at his craft.

it was annoying how charmed you were with him, but the way he looked so happy as he came shouting and barreling down the hall for your attention, presenting you with something you never requested but told you he made just for you. the gifts started off normal, saying he thought these designs would look good on you, and they did. they were the class august style, baggy but comfortable, making it easy to move in and accented your charms just right. it was all normal, until now.

august was in a severe drought. he had zero motivation and inspiration, but never exactly told you why. he had basically cried into you about how no one understood how hard it is to be creative, and you consoled him as his face was smushed into your thighs, which you’ve come to learn was his go-to and likely poorly disguised fetish, as neither of you making actual moves on each other yet beyond small touches. “awe, i’m sorry to hear that. is there anything i can do to help?” you ask him, since you’ve gained a real interest in his workflow for awhile now.

august immediately perked up, pulling you to your feet and shaking you about like you gave him a good idea before he rushed to pull off a curtain you always wondered about, but he never let you peek, revealing hidden mannequins. in front of you laid five similarly designed outfits, making you wonder when he had time to do all of that, and was it in secret? you barely had time to think as the concepts of the designs finally set in. none of them were like his typical designs, loose, large, loud. these designs were lewd, scanty, and definitely made just for you.

you and august had a bit of a flirt going on, but you never thought he’d make the first move. he didn’t even seem the slightest bit abashed, even citing you as his art block. “your clothes are close to perfect, yet so far! i can’t take it!” what an awfully bold thing for the designer of said clothes to profess, but he continued on. “i sketched and sketched countless designs but nothing…! i even put my ideas to work and yet they fall short, like there’s something missing! put them on for me.” he threw the last bit in casually, and you wondered if it’s the artist in him that made him so comfortable with asking you to try on the lingerie and costumes he designed for you.

you licked your lips. you didn’t hate this development, biting down as you actually enjoyed the attention he was clearly giving you. “are you going to turn around?” you ask him as you choose one of the designs to try on first. yet again, he seems to have no concept of embarrassment. “no!” he shouts back, adamant that this was a part of the inspiration process, that maybe by watching you change and try on the clothes he can figure out what was wrong with it. he said it with such force that you were beginning to believe his words.

all of them seemed like variants of your uniform, but more so in the way of lingerie or sexy costume. it was completely different from his regular work, you thought he didn’t even know how to design “sexy” in the first place considering his personality. what you did notice, however, was the way that each of them had really revealing thighs, confirming your suspicions of his fetish as it clearly reflected in his art. the colors were all chosen specifically to suit your complexion, the care in the littlest details melting your heart.

eventually, you settled on the third design, beginning to strip with you eager artist. “slower!” he orders you as you slip the outfit on, staring intensely as he watches how the sheer material of the illusion neckline gives you a classy yet powerful oomph, highlighting the soft material and pattern of your bodice. it was a little bit too loose, and you saw him taking notes from a book he grab offed his messy table. the experience felt sensual, yet also not. like he was genuinely taking every single piece of your body into consideration, what could he do better? is the material good? does it support you well?

you finish putting on the rest of the set, your stomach exposed as the sides expand out and into a type of frontless, layered ruffle bustle skirt that fades into sheer, emphasizing the panties connected to the bodice. some flesh of your exposed thighs were dug into by the tighter garter belt. “this part is a little bit tight, might need to fix it.” you tell him, and he listens, though you don’t believe he’s going to actually fix it judging by the way he’s staring so intently at them. you return to wrapping the neckpiece, all ruffled with a big bow on the back that kisses down your spine, slipping on the bowed and frilly tiered socks and matching frilly detachable tiered sleeves to complete the look.

you thought you were done, giving august a twirl and waiting for him to comment on it, but instead he fetches something out of a messy pile of fabric. heels. he gets down on his knees as he ushers you to sit down, putting them on your feet one at a time. “i’m starting to see where it can be improved! but it’s not yet all right!” he tells you as he scoots back a little to look up and admire the piece. it’s like something was still lacking, or that he wasn’t happy with the material, just something he couldn’t pinpoint yet.

feeling bold, you decide to pull him closer, his breath fanning at your clothed pussy, fingers curling into his hair as you coo at him. “mm, how about we test try it to figure out what’s wrong?” august swallows, tongue darting out and licking through your panties with his long tongue. he presses your thighs firmly against his head, making you squish him as his nails dig into your flesh, face buried deep. he doesn’t remove the panties, no, he intends to get over this block and figure out what’s wrong by fucking you with it on. every reaction, every jolt, everything that you give him he’s going to analyze and make the greatest design yet, but to do that he’d need your cooperation.

you were surprised at how good he was with his mouth, watching the way yours went agape and cries of pleasure left you as he bites down every now and again, muttering incoherent things about the fabric. in fact, his rambling you couldn’t understand turned you even more on, hips jerking against his face as you squeeze him hard enough that you may actually suffocate him, but he seemed more turned on than ever. you wished for his tongue to actually be inside of you, but when you try to slip the panties aside, he smacks your fingers away, chastising you. “don’t interrupt! we’re trying to figure out how to fix this enormous issue, first and foremost!” he pushes you further back against the chair, lapping at all that he can as your grip tightens, but he pulls away at the last second.

you gawk. the nerve of this guy. “this is all your fault, making me feel like everything is not quite enough, that there’s still something more, that i can’t stop until i make it my ultimate design!” he pries away and you can see the obvious hard on, but he has too dedicated to his craft at the moment. instead, he writes down his observations before returning back to your pussy, repeating the process several times until your a whiny and needy mess, being edged and edged in the name of getting inspiration and finding what he needs to alter. your legs quiver, desperate for release, but he never quite gives it to you. instead, he finally repositions you onto his desk, your back laid flat against it as he spreads your soaked thighs, covered in bites, saliva, and all sorts of fluids.

he pulls at your garter ever so slightly, just enough for it to slap against your skin. “see, it’s not that tight. i don’t think that part needs to be changed in the next version, so we’re keeping it.” he tells you, pulling down his pants. you figure that he’s finally going to pull the panties aside and fuck you, but no. instead, he frees his long and slender cock out of his boxers, rubbing the slicked up thing against your clothes pussy. he adjusts his grip on your thighs, making it so he’s fucking into them, cock pressing against your pussy enough to stimulate you as you, so oversensitive from the past hour of edging, find yourself gasping and moaning at. the underside of his cock kept rubbing you through your panties, how you desperately wished it could of been inside of you, but this was just enough to get you going as well, sending waves of pleasure through you.

“mnngh..!” he groaned, his pace a little all over the place, frantic, grin on his face as he watches the way your eyes roll back, giving him ideas on his next hit pieces. maybe you’d look good with ribbons caressing your thighs as well? or would you like it if the neckpiece was just a bit tighter instead? oh the adjustments he was thinking of making, inspiration flowing through him as your reactions made him hard and desperate to make his way into your warm and neglected pussy, but alas, work comes first.

augusts grunts became louder and more frequent, his mad ramblings continuing as you yank him by the hair, shutting him up with a kiss as pleasure crashes through you, your orgasm hitting you hard after all the build up. your thighs squeeze at him hard as he stops moving all together, his cum shooting out and coating your stomach and ruined panties as you break the kiss, watching his pant like crazy. his lowers himself, arms trapping you in his embrace as he catches his breath, nuzzling into your neck. “i think the exposed stomach is also going to stay, but adjust the fabric of the panties to be more transparent.” even after having the orgasm of a lifetime, august was still focused on making the best design for you. it took a bit of work and flirting to become his favorite in the first place, but it something you never regretted doing.

©️kittyrisu

you groaned as your back hit the bed, hand resting on your stomach as your palm rested above it, taking deep breathes. pregnancy was a bit of a bitch on occasion, but it left you without your period for several months which you were thankful for, forgetting how bad your period cramps got when they arrived. your stomach seared with pain, feeling completely bloated and awful in all sorts of ways as you squeeze your eyes shut. you swore a headache was gonna come soon as well, like every side effect that came with a period was hitting you at once.

your fiancé on the other hand seemed to hold nothing but joy in the moment, judging by the smile on his twisted face as he loomed over you, enjoying your mood swing. you’d gotten used to his behavior awhile back, he was strange and that was part of his charm. rolling onto your stomach, you shove your face into his lap as he begun stroking at your back. you nuzzle against his thighs, stretching your arms out to grab him at the waist as he “consoles” you, as he would put it.

“fuck this is so annoying,” you curse into him, your stomach feeling a pinch of pain as he moves his hand up, fingertips grazing the back of your neck and moving to your face, ultimately poking your cheek. “mmpf, hey!” you chastised him, a pout forming on your lips as he still has that same smile, making you sigh.

you figured he’d tease you and tell you how cute you looked all frustrated and whiny while you had your period, but instead his next choice of words leaves you floored. “if you hate it that much, how about we have another? you never complained about getting a period when pregnant.”

Your jaw was agape, unsure if he was serious or messing with you as he pushed his thumb past your open lips, pressing down. instinctively, you bite down on it, licking and sucking at his finger as if it were natural. it’d been a bit since the two of you could properly have sex, and maybe it was the hormones talking, but you found yourself lulled into the idea as tamsy cooed at you, telling you the positives of it.

tamsy on the other hand watched your reactions carefully, even more so due to your period affecting your mood. he was satisfied with one child, but he enjoyed the way you looked and depended on him during your pregnancy and the few recovery months after, the way you leaned into his touch all needy right now was a good sign. you looked absolutely beautiful staring up at him with glazed eyes, moaning just from a single finger. “think about it, don’t you want to grow our family, too?”

it didn’t take more than five minutes for tamsy’s proposal to make its way into your head and heart, cementing the idea as a good one. “help me get rid of it, please?” you ask him as he’s more than happy to oblige, calling you such a good girl for being so polite with your pleases as he lays you on your back, hips propped up with a pillow, grabbing a towel and laying it underneath. He easily slips off your skirt and panties, putting them neatly to the side as he ties his hair up in a high ponytail, making your cunt twitch at the sight, reminding you just one of the many reasons you fell for your fiancé in the first place.

tamsy had never been one who was afraid of blood, whether it be out and about or between your legs. kneeling between your legs, he lifts one of your legs into his shoulder, pressing a chaste kiss to your knee resting there before returning to work. his fingers make their way over to your pussy, slowly pressing one of them in as you let out a small moan. it’d been awhile since either of you had sex since you’d just given birth, plus your period was making you a sensitive mess. your pussy was needy, and tamsy loved every second of it, memorizing your expression.

the way your eyes rolled as he added a second finger, curling around deeper and deeper as your hips jerked, his other hand massaging at your thigh and pinching it every now and again to see whether you’d even notice. sometimes your obliviousness turned him on even further, nipping at the flesh for a moment while simultaneously hitting that spot you loved so much as you let out a loud moan of his name, completing forgetting about anything else.

“feeling better already?” tamsy remarks, not expecting an answer, not when you’re already in bliss just from his fingers fucking you. he doesn’t stop, adding a third that makes your whole body shudder, clamping down on him as he knows you’re ready to cum any moment. he slows down, deliberately coming close but never enough as you whimper and cry out at the feeling. you pry your eyes open to look at him, saliva heavy on your tongue as you know what to do.

his name and pleas for him come naturally. “tamsy, tamsy, fuck please..! please let me cum, make me finish on your fingers, please.” you begged, and you received. humming in approval, tamsy speeds up immediately and curls his fingers just right, hitting the spot that you love as you legs twitch, nails scratching at the pillow beneath your head as your orgasm hits, riding it out on tamsy’s fingers until you finally recover, breathing heavily.

tamsy pulls his fingers out, bringing them up to his lips as he makes you watch, licking at the blood-soaked digits, tongue twisting around and lapping at every single bit of it as the embarrassment crashes through you. tamsy always had a way of doing something you’d think of as humiliating and turn it into something sexy. he doesn’t hesitate with removing his own lower garments either, pulling his underwear down, smearing the blood that collected out of you onto his cock as though it were lube as he places his now free hand on your hip.

just like before he is annoyingly slow as he bottoms into you, cooing that this is for your own good and you need to be stretched properly, it’s been so long since you had sex. in reality, he was just enjoying watching you cry and whimper for more, quicker, to fill you up with his cum and impregnate you again. it’s like you forgot all about your period pain, the only thoughts being tamsy’s cock fucking you.

“please, fuck me already!” you attempt a jerk of your hips, but tamsy’s grip on you is extremely strong. unfortunately for you, tamsy acts like he has all day, not budging as he slowly fills you inch by inch until he was in completely. you swore it took what felt like half an hour just for him to enter, even though it was significantly less. your mind was clouded with lust, fingers grabbing at his hair as he leaned down, kissing a trail from your navel to your chest, licking and leaving marks.

he still hadn’t even moved, and tears were growing in your eyes. “tamsy.. need you.” you tell him as he moves just enough to cause stimulation, wiping your tears and lapping at it as well. since you begged so nicely and cried for him, he’d give you what you’d been waiting for since the start, and it was amazing.

you swore you saw stars as his cock slammed in and out of your needy cunt, screaming out his name in pleasure as he angled you just right to hit deeper and deeper, tongue lolled as you scratch at whatever you could to try and hold onto your sanity. his nails had begun to dig into your hip and thigh, not that you’d notice. he wondered briefly if he dug a little too deep and you bled would you even notice in the heat of the moment? would that taste any different from the blood he just licked you clean of?

“tamsy, i’m soo close..!” you slur your words ever so slightly as your pussy spasms, an orgasm ripping through your body as you scream in pleasure, not giving a damn if someone else could even hear as your body feels limp, exhaustion crashing over you as tamsy continues to fuck himself into you, riding out your orgasm as you know he’s close, your pussy squeezing him and sending him to the brink as he finishes directly inside of you, flesh to flesh as he’s all the way in, not even letting a single bit of it go to waste.

sticky sweat coats your face as you wipe at your forehead, resting your hand and looking over his figure. it’s amazing that he somehow looked perfect and put together after, while you felt like a mess. “tamsy, thank you.” you thank him as he presses a kiss to your lips, pulling in deeper as you feel his cock throb inside of you soon thereafter. he told you he was going to get you pregnant again, and you agreed to that. there was no way it was going to stop at just one round, no, he was going to make sure you were thoroughly bred and carrying his second child.

©️kittyrisu

˚⁀➷｡ tamsy caines.

⨳ tamsy originally never considered anything to do with lactation, no scenarios or thoughts of what it would be like. he enjoyed the thought of getting you pregnant and you carrying his child, but he never thought much about what it would be like when your breasts begun swelling with milk until it happened.

⨳ tamsy’s fascination with lactation began when he had watched milk soak through your bra during your pregnancy one afternoon, his stare burning into your very being as he said nothing, utter silence as you had removed your shirt. the rest was history, ending with you on his lap as his tongue lapped at your breasts, moaning his name and tugging at his hair, somehow begging him to make you feel good as he was uncharacteristically gentle for once, due to your baby bump.

⨳ tamsy’s favorite part of your body has always been your breasts, but he never really thought of how much he’d enjoy the sight of them leaking with milk, all swollen while you would whimper and whine about them every so often. he wasn’t sure which turned him on more, the way the milk trickled down during your pregnancy, or the way that even now after giving birth you would give him such a needy look, basically begging him to help you with the excess milk you were producing, crying to him that it was painful and needed his touch.

“tamsy, please.. help me?” you plead as soon as you hear the door to your room open, knowing exactly who it was without even having to look. you were desperate for him, waiting patiently for his return as your breasts leaked with excess milk. you weren’t sure if it was normal and came with pregnancy or a you thing, but they seemed to leak a whole lot, but that was alright as tamsy was usually there to help you out.

the sight of you panting and soaked sent a rush of heat straight into tamsy’s cock, though you couldn’t see it through his baggy clothes. he had trained you very well, you didn’t even realize how the only thing that filled your mind whenever your breasts were even the tiniest bit sore was his face. you just knew now on instinct to seek out his touch, a twisted smile gracing his face.

standing his jinki away to the side properly, tamsy made his way over to your sitting form, bending down to place a kiss to your lips which naturally parted for him. tamsy loved control, and even more so the submissive look and behavior you had just for him, reminding him of exactly why he got you pregnant in the first place. “aww, such a good girl, aren’t you? how long have you been waiting for me to return?” he asks, relishing in the way you cling onto him as you mumble how it was about an hour now, grinding yourself against him as he sets you on his lap, freeing your breasts from your bra.

tamsy’s hands were cold as always, a moan slipping past your lips as his own make their way to your nipple, suckling on it nice and slowly as he massages your breasts with his hands, letting them melt into his touch. it feels so so good, you think as your sweet milk gathers on his tongue, his hum of approval sending jolts down your spine as he slowly lowers you onto your back, knee wedged between your thighs and teasing your slick, clothed pussy, never going further than that as he focuses on milking your breasts dry.

your fingers delve into his hair, ruining it as you twist a lock of it between your fingertips as you shove his face even deeper into your chest. “tamsy, fuck, please..!” you gasp, feeling his teeth nip over the sensitive bud as your cunt clenches around nothing, getting off on just his mouth. luckily for you, tamsy was in a good enough mood to not edge you to the brink despite you yanking at and nearly suffocating him, snaking one hand down towards your clit and rubbing circles with his thumb as your vision blurs, hips shaking as you cum.

as your grip weakens and your legs shake, tamsy pulls away for a second, milk coating at his lips as he licks it up. “and what do we say when we’re thankful?” he asks you with a perverse smile, imagining the many ways he’d make you come undone tonight, thoroughly enjoying the way you wholeheartedly thanked him for making you cum just by sucking on your tits.

˚⁀➷｡ enjin.

⨳ enjin never thought he’d be into lactation. he is very vocal about his kinks if you ever ask about them, and lactation has never been something he’d ever brought up before as he’d never thought he’d ever get turned on by the thought of someone, even you, producing breast milk.

⨳ enjin’s kink awakening began soon after the first time your breasts begun leaking with milk during your pregnancy. he wasn’t sure how exactly it happened, but all he knew was that his cock was getting hard each time he saw the milk leak through your clothes, hearing the way you’d let out a little whine whenever his fingertips grazed your chest, letting out a small pant with such a lewd look on your face without even meaning to do so, but he never acted on it until you had finally given birth.

⨳ his favorite part was the taste of your breast milk. he’s always had a big appetite, and your milk was nice and sweet, making him addicted to it as he would swirl your bud between his tongue, sucking down on it for what felt like hours. he’d treated your body like gold, worshipping it, especially your breasts, with his mouth as he groaned praises about how good of a mommy you were going to be, and how you amazing you had looked with your belly bump, and your still swollen breasts.

“you need help with that?” you hear as the door creeks open, enjin returning after putting your daughter down for a nap. your breasts were leaking and felt heavy with milk again, just having taking off your shirt so you could change your soaked bra again. rather than ruin yet another bra for the day, that sounded like a much better plan.

enjin quickly closes the door and makes his way over, pinning you beneath him as he unclasps your bra for you. “mm, you’re absolutely beautiful.” he reminds you, pressing a trail of kisses from your neck down to your chest, fingers grasping at your waist as he rubs it gently, tongue latching onto your swollen nipple as milk coats his mouth, excess dribbling down his chin as he sloppily sucks it out. fuck, it tasted absolutely amazing and drove him crazy for more each and every time.

his fingers make their way to your other nipple as he tweezes at it, moaning in delight into you as your nails scratch at his back. “take off your clothes, now.” you tell him, and it doesn’t need to be twice. he’s quick to pull back, discarding his clothes somewhere into a pile as you pull your skirt and panties down as well. he returns to your chest, swapping to the other and giving it equal treatment, thick, long fingers rubbing at your leaking pussy as he pushes two in, stretching you out before slipping a third.

you moan as his mouth gets even more desperate, trying to milk you completely dry as you feel his fingers so deep inside of you, stimulating you hard, but pulling out before you reach that high you so badly desire. it’s soon replaced with something much thicker and longer, his throbbing cock. “mmn..!” you moan as he fits himself in little by little, inch by inch, until you’re filled to the brim with his dick, mouth pulling off your swollen nipple with a pop.

“i might have to knock ya up again if you keep looking at and squeezing me like that.” enjin ‘jokes’ but it doesn’t sound like a joke in the heat of the moment as he grunts, pulling out and then pushing all the way back in, pulling you into a kiss as the taste of your breast milk and his saliva combine. your legs squeeze tightly around his hips as he pistons in and out of you, making your body shake and shudder with pleasure as you can’t even warn him, an orgasm ripped through you as he continues to fuck you through it.

he doesn’t last much longer, pulling away from your sloppy kisses as he grunts, emptying himself inside of you, filling you to the brim with his hot cum. he doesn’t even seem to notice he did it at first, coming back to his senses when he sees you twitching and leaking with a different substance this time. it may be a bit too soon for you to get pregnant again, hopefully, but if it wasn’t, enjin definitely wasn’t going to be complaining. not when your breasts would swell up with milk and begged for him to suck them dry again.

˚⁀➷｡strawberry parfraits (enjin):

⨳ lactation kink headcanons + smut.

⨳ kitty hybrid!reader + gris/enjin threesome smut.

˚⁀➷｡ coconut sorbets (gris):

⨳ kitty hybrid!reader + gris/enjin threesome smut.

˚⁀➷｡lemon meringues (tamsy):

⨳ lactation kink headcanons + smut.

⨳ period sex smut.

˚⁀➷｡caramel tarts (follo):

⨳ nothing ordered at the moment.

˚⁀➷｡banana custards (bro santa):

⨳ nothing ordered at the moment.

˚⁀➷｡powdered donuts (august):

⨳ fucking for inspiration during an art block smut.

˚⁀➷｡maple glazed blondie (semiu):

⨳ nothing ordered at the moment.

˚⁀➷｡hazelnut baklava (ankha):

⨳ nothing ordered at the moment.

˚⁀➷｡apple strudel (zodyl):

⨳ nothing ordered at the moment.

˚⁀➷｡matcha cream puff (jabber):

⨳ kitty!jabber lactation, deepthroating, and marking smut.

˚⁀➷｡menu items (writing for):

⨳ enjin, gris, follo, tamsy, bro santa, august, arkha, semiu, zodyl, jabber.

⨳ if ordering headcanons, orders may include up to five characters per order. if writing fics, orders may include up to two characters per order. on occasion, risu may write for gangbangs or similar scenarios, but the order has to be a really good one.

risu’s bias is tamsy, and guests may receive their orders a bit quicker if it is tamsy related.

˚⁀➷｡add-ons (kinks):

⨳ risu is willing to write a lot of kinks, just not piss, scat, anything morally unethical. if a kink is denied, risu will mention it before deleting the order.

⨳ examples of kinks but not limited to being femdom, bondage, facesitting, oral fixation, degradation, bimbo, spanking, baby trapping. brat taming, lactation, etc., if risu is comfy with writing the kink, there will be no follow up and it will be in request queue. if you do not request any kinks, risu will decide whichever fits best for the order.

risu has a preference towards bottom or submissive reader, along with degradation.

˚⁀➷｡sides (prompt):

⨳ risu will come up with the plot of the order if there is none. do not complain or ask for a rewrite if it is not what you wanted. if you have a general idea or prompt you want risu to write about, include it. orders that contain neither prompt or kinks will be up to risu’s discretion on what to write about.

⨳ risu will not write any prompts involving cheating on either side, specific traits like ethnicity or religion or appearance, nor will risu write about certain specific diseases or disabilities. risu wants to include as many people as possible, rather than exclude. risu will write a prompt about the above if it is non-specific in the case of reader having an incurable illness, not specified what.

risu generally prefers to not write angst or fluff, but rather smut. risu may write fluff, or even angst, but prioritize smut orders. risu also writes both headcanons and fics, please specify the format.

˚⁀➷｡how to place your order (request etiquette):

⨳ examples of requests: “is it possible for risu to write a fic with enjin and gris where they’re all in a relationship, but reader is feeling super needy and teases them in public before being dragged away and punished? brat taming, hair pulling, dumbification, and spitroasting, thank you!”

⨳ “could i ask risu to write a fic with zodyl and jabber? idm whtvr for the plot but could you include double penetration in one hole and spanking pls? tyy!”

⨳ “risu! could you write headcanons for enjin, gris, bro, tamsy, and august with a reader who is a virgin and they have their first time together? you chose the kinks, thanks!”

⨳ “hey risu! could you write about a reader with a jinki that produces a light electro stimulation when used, and reader uses it on follo? electro stimulation and femdom please, thank you so much<3”

˚⁀➷｡about the order:

⨳ orders are not first come first serve, it’s whatever sounds like something risu wants to write. if risu does not want to write it in general, risu will say something about it before deleting the order so that the guest isn’t left waiting for something that will never be delivered.

⨳ risu is open to sharing the wip status of a work, just do not ask every day. risu also does not close risu’s askbox, so do not worry about whether they are open or not.

˚⁀➷｡orders received: 6

⨳ spoilers!tamsy and wife reader, trying for a second child while their first is a menace.

⨳ married!august and reader

⨳ first time between follo and reader, reader has nipple and naval piercings

⨳ tamsy and bartender!reader, piquing his interest tamsy visits the bar again and the two have a one night stand, inexperienced reader.

⨳ follo and reader are made to share a sleeping bag, it quickly escalates before the two run away to get intimate in private.

⨳ enjin and a sexy star!reader.

˚⁀➷｡orders delivered: 3