kay's sideblah

“f–fuck… there ya go, sweetheart, take it all…”

zodyl’s got your ankles perched up on his shoulders as he heaved, pushing himself deep, deep inside you as he came.

“that’s… fuck, that’s your third one already, zodyl…” you panted, whimpering helplessly underneath him.

“shh, it’s okay. it’s okay,” he repeated, eyes blinking slowly before separating your legs to position them on either side of him, his thick cock still inside you, unmoving. “i– urghh…” he grunted, gulping as he came down and rested his head against your neck. “i have… so much more to give you, love.”

zodyl started thrusting again, slower this time, gentler.

he wasn’t all that talkative in bed, but his performance does more than make up for it with the way he fills you up, his cock taking up every inch inside you as your warm walls hug him.

the squelching only increases as he speeds up, and truthfully, you have no idea how he’s still going—he’s already came inside you three times prior with no breaks in between.

“g… gotta fill you up, baby… you have to— fu–fuck, yeah… you have to take it all, okay? keep it all in for me…”

“come on, bunny.” enjin’s teasing rasp tickles your ear. broad palms scoop up handfuls of your ass, guiding you up and down. “you gonna keep pretending you don’t like my dick in you? cuz the way you’re squealing…”

it’s never supposed to end up like this, but somehow it always does: you, tipsy and needy in enjin’s lap while he smirks and sneers and talks you into cumming.

“shut up,” you grouse, but it’s weakened by the whimper that falls from your lips when he tweaks a nipple between his fingers. his hands are rough and calloused; they hurt sometimes, scraping your soft skin.

“the princess likes it rough, doesn’t she?” it’s like he reads your mind, which you hate. no one else touches you in the way he does; no one else has ever been able to give voice to what you want. “that’s why you always come back to me.”

he says it like a fact because it is - he’s the only one at HQ who could fuck you stupid and then act like nothing ever happened on a job.

“enjin,” you plead, grasping up fistfuls of his hair and yanking his mouth to yours. you like to be kissed when you cum, and he’s happy to oblige, licking into your mouth, one hand locked around your throat so he can steer your face where he sees fit.

“c’mon, pretty girl.” his movements are getting more desperate: his teeth carve trails down your neck and his hands are everywhere, pressing into your waist and hips before abruptly letting go.

he sits back, smirking at your dismay. lifts up his hips, making you bounce on him.

“go on, then.” he folds his arms behind his head, eyes glittering. “or does the little bunny need me to do all the work for her after all?”

fury lights up your blood. you surge forward, hands planted on his chest, and start riding him like you hate him. the smirk falters. his hands float up, but you slap them away, using the chance to pin them to the chair and anchor yourself better.

“you think it pleases me that it’s you?” you whisper, seething. “that your dick is the only one I want filling me up anymore? that I can’t cum unless it’s you saying filth in my ear?”

your focus is between your thighs and the maddening flutter behind your belly button, so you miss the way enjin’s eyes darken. don’t see the nervous way he bites his lip.

“I can’t even think about fucking someone else, you fucking goddamn motherfucker.” you barely know what you’re confessing at this point. with every steady roll of your hips, enjin’s cockhead presses against your g spot and zings into your clit. “no one else makes me feel this good.”

enjin chokes on what sounds like a groan or a whimper, and before you can confirm it, he’s tugging your face forward and kissing you while bucking his hips up - “give it to me, baby, come on. let me feel this perfect little pussy cream all over me again, just like she always does, my. perfect. fucking. girl.” each word punctuated by slow, purposeful thrusts that have you both finally shattering into orgasm.

his heart thunders against your ear as you start to come down. his arm is still around your waist, pinning you to him.

“don’t.” he doesn’t even have to look at you to know you’re about to fill the silence with some excuse about how this can’t happen again. “just… stay here for a bit.”

so, for the first time, you do stay, and enjin helps clean you up, a cigarette dangling from his lips and a smile tucked back behind his eyes, and you think -

your eyes travel to where he directs you, watches him circle your swollen clit, predatory smile wide over your shoulder when you jerk in his hold. your hips shift, a whine high in your throat.

gris just laughs and tightens the band of his forearm harder around your waist.

"you've been teasing me for this exact reaction, you little slut." he continues to make the maddening circles around your clit. "don't whine and fuss about it just because i won't let you cum."

"gris—"you try, but he doesn't give you a chance.

"brats only learn when the lesson's hard," he says, grin slightly manic as he takes in the desperation on your face. "isn't that right, sweetheart? i can feel your pussy fighting so hard for something to fill it."

you flush at his words, retort hot on your tongue until gris works the wide knuckle of his thumb through your folds.

"fuck," he exhales. "can't even tease you with my fingers, dirty girl. you're so wet I could fit all of me inside of you in one stroke, couldn't i?"

he lifts you up and back until you're on top of the bulge in his pants.

"if I didn't think you'd cum the second i stick my dick in you," gris warns, eyes reflected on yours in the mirror, "i'd have you so full of me you'd feel it in your throat."

a/n: me thinking about mean!dom gris because i can't be the only one in love with ANOTHER blond man