#bundus x reader

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“fuck… you're killin’ meeee…” ENJIN throws his head back, hands just out of reach of his cock, his tip leaking and thighs shaking as his hips buck into your touch. the ropes around enjin’s wrists and abdomen prevent him from touching himself, fingers just mere inches away from his cock, painfully trying in vain to touch what he can't have.

“please baby… please…” he sobs, throwing his head to the side as you wrap your hand back around him, slowly pumping up and down before your thumb rubs across the tip, sending him into a daze. “god, you're such a fucking— ah!” your thumb rubs across a particular piercing, forcing a moan out of enjin’s mouth before he can bite his bottom lip, whining pathetically.

“let me come baby, please? you've been.. a—at this… f’ hours, can barely feel ‘m legs.” you look up at enjin from where you sat in between his legs, watching him squirm and wiggle helplessly. “hmm… I dunnoooo…” you coo, watching as enjin looked absolutely helpless, like he's lost all hope. that's what really gets you going.

you lift yourself up, slowly crawling on to his lap, watching his head lift up to look at you. blonde hair stuck to his forehead, tears streaming down his cheeks and a small line of drool escaping his lips. “you're breakin’ me… see how— broken I am? for you?”

you can't help but coo, voice dropping with false sympathy as the back of your hand runs across his cheek, down to his chin before tracing the tattoos across his chest. “awh, my poor enjin. I wish I felt bad, I really did, but you've been so full of yourself that I needed to punish you.” you cup his cheek, thumb running across the rough skin. “I'm sure you know the rules already, yeah? who do you belong to?”

enjin takes a small breather, golden eyes staring into your as he nods. “you. belong to you… no one else, you own me.” fuck, you squeeze your thighs at his words, but you keep it to yourself, your thumb moving to run across his bottom lip. “you won't come home late again, will you?” he shakes his head. “you won't come home injured and ignore those injuries again, will you?” another shake of his head. “speak.”

“no! no I won't! won't ignore you ever again! I promise, I promise.” enjin gasps, whines leaving his lips as he panics at your words.

“alright, you can cum.” without warning, your hand tightly grips enjin’s cock, forcing him to choke on a moan, legs trembling and back arching as your pace grows faster, the schlick sound of his pre filling his ears. “k—kiss me, kiss mee… please…” you roll your eyes, your lips connect with his to muffle his whines.

you can tell he's close, hips bucking uncontrollably, hands clenched into fists and his breathing erratic. pulling away from the kiss, there's no thought behind enjin’s eyes as he stares up at you, “love you… love you so m—UCH!” his hips buck up one final time, spilling his cum all over your fingers and his thighs.

hopefully this'll be the last time you teach him to keep his hands to himself.

ZANKA grips his assistaff tightly. just a few more trash beasts left, then he can go home and— and… uh… what did he have to do again? a slash from riyo prevents him from becoming trash beast dinner, knocking him out of his hazy thoughts. he quickly looks up, thanking riyo for the save before he's suddenly to his knees, gasping and whining. his hand comes up to cover his mouth, sweat beginning to pour from his forehead.

the plug inside him is pressing right against his prostate, buzzing just right and hitting all those sweet spots inside him. he's about to come, but he needs to hold it in, needs to be a good boy. and just as he reaches his peak. nothing. the buzzing stops, allowing him a moment of relaxation, but also a brief feeling of disappointment.

hours pass and zanka’s back at HQ, yet he wastes no time, quickly jogging into the building and making his way towards your room. your door slams open, and there you are, resting in bed with a book and the most nonchalant look on your face. your gaze turns up, looking at zanka before a smile stretches across your lips. “zanka. you're back early.”

he's slightly bruised, but that seems to be the least of his problems as he approaches you. before he can peep a word, he's knees first to the floor, hands gripping the tiles as the buzzing starts again. “shit… don't do this to me, I can't— can't handle it…”

zanka arches his back up, gasping and writhing on the floor before the buzzing stops again, just at the edge of his orgasm. ”let me cum… please! please please please!” he sobs, tears running down his cheeks and drool leaking onto the floor. god, he truly is pathetic.

you look up from your book, staring at zanka as he shakes, hands clasped together whilst still begging for release. you sigh, reaching for the remote on the bedside table. the buzzing increases, louder, harsher and brushing right against zanka’s prostate.

his back arches up and down, spine curving and legs clenching closed, but it's zanka, and zanka obviously has the best self control right? he looks up at you from the floor, cheek smushed against the tile, eyes rolling back and teeth clenched so hard he might chip a tooth. yet you watch with mild annoyance, sighing as you close your book, legs lifting off the bed to instead sit on the edge on the bed.

“do you wanna cum, zanka?” your hand reaches for his chin, gripping it tightly to lift his face up to look at you properly. his cheeks are flushed, heavy whines and moans leaving his throat. it takes him a minute to process your words before he's nodding rapidly, arms growing weaker by the second. “then cum.”

zanka opens his mouth, yet nothing comes out, his hips stuttering and stilling, eyebrows furrowing and eyes going cross-eyed before he slowly comes down from his high. zanka looks up at you with adoring eyes, slowly smiling while more drool spills from his lips. “thank… you…”

TAMSY can feel a headache growing, but he shakes it off. he needs to sit perfectly still, needs to learn how to keep balance and control while forcibly hung upside down. you sit in front of him, tokushin in hand, fingers gently running over the yarn which held tamsy up.

tug. it tightens. tamsy bites his lower lip, staying perfectly still. his beige hair falls below him, some sticking to his forehead and temples. there's a vibrator taped right to the underside of his cock, pre-cum leaking from his tip and on to both his chest and the floor below him.

you grab tokushin by its wooden handle, twisting the instrument so it doesn't tug on tamsy as much anymore. the vibrator starts, buzzing right beneath the sensitive tip of his cock. tamsy gasps but doesn't move, chest heaving up and down, an occasional twitch here or there yet not enough to have tokushin tighten its hold on him.

he looks over at you, eyes watering and head thrown back. “trying… so hard… can't hold it.” he whines. “tamsy.” your voice scares the absolute shit out of him. he blinks away the tears, looking at you with the most adorable puppy eyes he could manage. “if you fail, we'll have to do this again, remember?”

tamsy nods in acknowledgment, a soft sob escaping him. “I… I know, just— can't hold it! augh!” tamsy’s legs shift, and tokushin tightens, sending tamsy into a feral haze as his hips buck and pre continues to spill from his tip. “tamsy!”

his whining stops, and so does the vibrator. tamsy sobs into his arm, breath shaky and cheeks flush as tears run off his temples and to the ground below. “you're so mean! so fuckin’ mean!!” he whines. “well you're the one who wanted to train, blame yourself, tamsy.” reset. grab tokushin to untighten the binds once more. and let tamsy relax.

his tip is bright red, legs shaking with the need to release and cheeks flushed from the crying. you stand up from your chair, walking towards tamsy, his face right in front of yours. you lean down, licking up the tears that ran down his face before taking a step back. “do you want to stop?” he immediately shakes his head, “no! no please…” you give a nod, making your way back to the chair, sitting down and crossing your legs once more.

the vibrator starts again, and tamsy lifts his head, but he's quick to keep to himself, keeping himself as still as possible. his gaze is everywhere but you, anywhere but the ticking clock on the wall. it feels like there's a fire burning in his veins, unable to extinguish or keep it down. his breath comes out in heavy pants, hands clenching into fists above his head.

“fuck… ah… shit, shit… can I come, please? please!!” tamsy feels his abdomen tighten, thighs clenching and sight growing blurry. “fuck, fuck… fuckfuckfuck!!” his body moves uncontrollably, back arching, legs twisting, hands grasping for nothing. tokushin reacts immediately, locking tamsy in his awkward position, unable to buck his hips up. “I'm gonna— gonna… cum!” his eyes roll back, spilling all over himself, his seed coating his upper chest and lower face, the sight lewd and embarrassing.

you sigh, disappointment evident as you write down something. gripping tokushin, you release tamsy from the yarn, his body flopping onto the floor. “third attempt failed, take a thirty minute break and we'll try again.”

it's been a long day for you and BRO, taking care of the children and killing trash beasts. you're left bruised and battered as you slump into your shared bed, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as you sink into the sheets. Bro is dead asleep already, laid out as still as a plank, breathing even and body rigid.

you softly giggle at your lover's form, burying your face into your pillow as you do so. your gaze hovers over his form, he's wearing nothing but his underwear, cloth placed on the bedside table on his side. your hand slowly reaches up, fingers starting at his broad shoulders, you feel up the dips and the curves of his skin, nails tracing over his scars.

something catches your attention, and you notice the bulge starting to grow between his legs, his body shifting, head moving to the side and his legs spreading open, almost as if he's calling out for you, begging you to touch him.

your fingers glide across skin, stopping at bro’s chest. your nails flick and slightly tug at his nipples, his back arching in to your touch, yet he doesn't wake, still snoring away as your hand reaches his v-line. you watch as he twitches, bringing his hips closer to your palm.

you start off slow, nails dragging over his bulge and feeling the wetness that already stained his briefs long ago. you squeeze, watching his breath get caught in his throat, legs tensing and hands gripping his pillow tightly.

your hands work expertly, wrapping around his covered cock and rubbing just enough to feel him twitch in your grasp. bro subtly shifts, pushing himself closer against you like he's attempting to have your hand directly on his skin, the lack of skin on skin making his sleeping form ache for you.

slowly lifting yourself up, you straddle bro’s hips, legs on either side of him. your fingers hook into the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down to reveal his leaking cock, the tip flushed red and coated in his pre. you lean down to run your lips across one of the veins on the underside, smiling as an audible gasp escapes his throat.

taking the head past your lips, you're immediately met with an uncontrollable thrust up, pushing half his cock directly into your mouth. you nearly gag on the sudden jerk up, hands placed on bro's thighs for support. blinking away the initial shock, you push yourself all the way down, lips brushing against the base of his cock and nose buried deep in his unkempt hair.

you stay like this for a few seconds, enjoying the way he was buried in your mouth before lifting yourself back up and pulling off with a pop. you can't help but admire your work, bro's cock a deep, aching red, dripping with both pre and saliva, and twitching uncontrollably as the cold air of the room brushes against it.

digging your fingers back into bro's thighs, you take him back into your mouth, your tongue teasing the tip, the salty taste of pre coating your taste buds as you continue. slowly lowering yourself back down, it's not long before bro's hand suddenly comes up, gripping your hair tightly as his hips buck up, spilling himself inside your mouth with a heavy groan.

allowing bro to relax from his orgasm, you slowly pull yourself off, some of his release leaking from the corners of your lips, although you pay no mind to it. taking a second to breathe, you lift your head up to find bro still sound asleep, dick soft and snoring away, you think you should help him sleep like this more often.

you've never seen CORVUS break, never seen him buckle or back down, never seen him lose his temper or keep his emotions out of line. but that changes when it comes to you, he gets so whiney, so desperate for you it's like he's a completely different person.

corvus sits on his knees, peppering kisses all over your bare stomach, arms gripped around your hips tightly like you'd disappear if he let go. your hands come up to grip the nape of his neck and his shoulder, steadying his form.

slowly pulling away, corvus looks up at you, gaze akin to that of gratitude, like he's grateful just to be near you, and by all means he is. you're like a goddess to him, someone who brings him back to reality, someone he can anchor himself with.

“my love.” he croaks, hands moving to hover over the sides of your thighs, an obvious bulge between his legs as he pulls away to show you. you know that look he gives you, a way to beg without using his words, without telling you what he really wants.

you cup his chin, lifting his head to fully look up at you. “words you words arkha, I can't read your mind, you know that.” corvus gulps, hands slowly crawling down to rest at the back of your thigh. “please… let me—” he stops, a rush of embarrassment going through him, swallowing nervously. “let me… grind against you, I don't deserve to taint your perfect pussy.”

a grin stretches across your lips at his words, his cheek against your thigh as he begs for pleasure. “such a good boy arkha, you may.” corvus doesn't waste a second, grinding his cock against your boot, the material of your laces just right against his clothed cock. he whines against your knee, biting his bottom lip to muffle his moans as beads of sweat already form across his forehead.

“my mistress, my perfect woman, I apologize— ngh! deeply… for misbehaving, I know— oh fuck… that you said I should be… wearing m—my choker more, and that… that I should be taking care of myself more.”

a certain thrust of his hips has corvus gasping, the lace of your shoe brushing right against his sensitive tip, pre beginning to leak through his pants and on to your boots. “m—my love, please…” he's unsure of what he's begging for, so many thoughts running through his head he's unsure of what to say first. “‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry,” his teeth bite into his bottom lip, preventing any more embarrassing words from spilling.

“stop.” corvus’s head suddenly snaps up, looking at you with wide, grey eyes, slowly halting his hips, hesitancy written all over his pretty face. you tilt your head, watching the tears as they begin to form in the corners of corvus’s eyes, his breathing heavy, chest heaving up and down.

“I'm sorry ma'am, I'm so sorry, please…” he stops again, burying his face back into your thighs, the wet patch between his legs staining his cleaners uniform. “awh, my poor arkha, you want to come so bad, don't you? feel all that tension inside you just snap, hm?” corvus nods at your words, peeking his eyes out from between your legs. “use your words arkha.”

corvus swallows, adams apple bobbing up and down before he pulls away from your legs, looking up at you with tear stained cheeks, his cock continues to leak, staining his pants. ”please, let me fuck your thighs, I need your warmth, even if I can't be inside you, I need you around me.”

smiling at his words, you nod to corvus, folding your arms as he moves up, towering over your form. ”may I?” he asks, his hands on your thighs. rolling your eyes, you step back, sitting on his desk. corvus grabs your thighs, lifting your legs to rest on his shoulder, before he's slotting his cock between your clenched thighs, already heavily panting as his hips begin to move.

it's not your pussy, neither is it the tight walls of your ass, but the softness of your thighs is enough to break corvus, watching his cock disappear and reappear between them, tip leaking and already spurting small amounts of pre.

his hands grip your thighs tightly, nails digging into your skin and forming small crescent marks, his breath hot against your legs. you watch with a smirk, the boss of the cleaners simply a mess for you, your thighs a sacred haven for him, something that deserves to be worshipped whenever he can.

you can feel corvus’s thrusts grow sloppy, messing up his rhythm with each pump of his hips. you're waiting, waiting for the words to slip from his mouth. “ah— oh, fuck. please.” you still wait, wait for him to break above you. “please. let me… come… please.” there it was, hook, line and sinker. you tilt your head, smirking up at corvus. “what was that?”

corvus whines, growing increasingly impatient, but he obeys, slowing his thrusts to keep himself steady. “please mistress, may I come?”

you chuckle, giving corvus a nod of approval. “go ahead.” he doesn't waste a second, gripping your hips to pull you in closer, his hips thrusting against yours, cock rutting between your thighs. “oh fuck— ah fuck!” throwing his head back, corvus gasps, spilling his release all over your bare stomach, and some even landing on your bra.

“thank you… s—so much… mistress.”

you and GRIS maintained a good relationship. no arguments, no fights, and barely finding yourselves disagreeing on anything. although there was always this misconception. gris was taller, hunkier, and bigger than you. and this made people assume he wore the pants in the relationship, like he was some saviour and you were simply his maiden in distress. of course it wasn't like that, honestly, it was the complete opposite.

you sat in your bedroom, one hand working on notes as the other scrolled through your laptop, taking in account what was on your screen, and gris? well he sat in between your legs, head resting on your thighs, hands desperately gripping your calves. your ignorance made him more desperate, the vibrating dildo inside him just not enough to fully get him off.

“sweetheart, please… I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it, you know that.” gris whines, pulling himself closer to you. you're not wearing any panties, and your slick cunt is right in front of him, teasing the ever living shit out of him. you look down, watching gris as he stares up at you with those puppy eyes he's mastered. lifting your pen up to your lips, you take a bite of the tip, pretending to think about your answer.

earlier, gris was seemingly flirting with one of the other cleaners, yet you knew that couldn't be true, gris was a gentleman who simply couldn't reject someone, so he let that woman flirt, let her touch him all over and down, but you could never take that lightly, so this is his punishment. the dildo inside him vibrating enough just to feel something but not enough to make him cum.

pulling the pen away, you simply shrug, going back to taking notes, the hand on your laptop coming down to curl through his hair. “hmm, I'm not sure baby, you know I don't like it when you let others do stuff like that to you.” gris whines again, leaking cock pushing against your shin, coating your skin in pre release. “I'm so sorry sweetheart, I'm so sorry! just please… please let me taste you!”

you love it when he begs, so whiny and desperate. with a sigh, you spread your legs, pulling up your skirt to reveal what gris was just so desperate for. “fine, but remember, no coming before me, that'll be extra punishment.”

gris nods enthusiastically, his hands gripping on to your thighs to pull you closer. diving into you, his tongue runs across your cunt, flicking against your clit and pushing right inside you. your hand reaches for a small remote. pushing one of the buttons, gris suddenly jolts up, feeling the vibrations inside him intense, and buzzing right against his prostrate.

he can't come, not before you, but fuck it's becoming impossible, gris can easily cum by simply eating you out, but adding these vibrations? he's already on the edge.

you feel a warmth spread across your thighs, and you turn your head to look down at gris. warm tears run down his cheeks, thighs trembling and tongue becoming sloppy as he runs his head to look up at you. you simply smile, noticing the small pool of pre-cum on the floor between his knees. “I can't do… I can't do this, I'm gonna cum baby, I'm gonna cum, I can't—” he's so desperate, desperate for both you and a release.

clicking the button on the remote once again, gris wails, pulling away from your cunt to rest his forehead on your chair, his breath heavy as his orgasm is stripped away from him. “I'm so sorry baby, m’ so sorry! please, please…” he doesn't know what he's begging for, unable to decide between stopping and continuing, all he wants is to taste you on his tongue.

gripping gris’ hair, you pull him back towards your cunt and with no hesitation, he's immediately back on you. your legs are on his shoulders, and his hands are gripping your thighs so desperately it's nearly pathetic. the vibrations start again, yet gris doesn't falter. it's not long before your legs are squeezing his head, your own release just around the corner.

one specific flick to your clit has your back arching, the heels of your foot pressing against gris’ back to push him closer. you up the vibrations, watching gris crack underneath you. your hand in his hair is his breaking point. and as you reach your limit, so does gris, coming exactly with you. he spills all over the floor, whining and gasping against your clit, your juices coating his chin and stubble.

as you come down from your high, you push your head forward, looking down at gris as he's sat between your legs. tears stain his cheeks, drool runs down the sides of his chin along with your own slick, and he looks absolutely pathetic. your hand reaches to grab his chin, thumb wiping over his swollen bottom lip. gris simply stares, barely able to think as he mutters gibberish against your skin.

AUGUST’s fingers gripped his pillow tightly as your hands wrapped around his throat, choked moans and sobs leaving his lips while your hips smack against his, his leaky cock throbbing and twitching inside your perfect pussy. “what's wrong august... can't speak?” you coo, voice dripping in false sympathy as august drools beneath you.

it was a stupid bet he made, a bet between you and gris on who could get more knockouts while out in the field. you weren't a giver, a supporter who sidelined with gris when things were gonna get extra heated. “here's a bet, you rock some shit out there and beat gris, you can choke me out for tha’ night! howsat?” august offered with a cheeky grin, constantly pointing his big fat gloved finger into your face.

the score came out to a whopping 53-47, with you in the lead you came back home in a victorious mood. and showing august your score is how he landed in this exact spot.

“speak to me baby, I can't understand you.” your tone turns condescending, hands gripping august tighter around his throat, watching him squirm as he attempts to both speak and wiggle away from you. “fuck. wanna come… please?” his head lowers, watching the way his cock disappears and reappears inside you, his thighs coated with previous releases, though it seems you've changed your mind, not allowing him any sort of relief at all.

august throws his head back, blonde hair scattered everywhere, hips bucking up and hands lifting up to grip your wrists. you stop, and august whines, panting and trembling underneath you. just as you're about to move your hips again, a knock at the door catches your attention. “yo august, got a moment?” it's enjin, seemingly annoyed and almost irritable.

you turn your attention back to your boyfriend, he's in no situation to talk, your hands wrapped around his neck, face flushed and tears running down his cheeks. “the hell you want enjin!? august ain't here right now!” you call out. “woah, sorry miss sassy supporter, need my full face fixed, it's got a hole and I'd rather not sniff any of the bad stuff through it.”

you silently groan, of all times enjin has an inconvenience it's when you're fucking the absolute daylights out of your man. clearing your throat, you wave off of the older cleaner. “well, august said he's gonna go visit alice, go bother her ass about him.” you hear enjin groan, inaudibly mumbling something before walking off.

turning your attention back to august, he's got a smug grin on his lips, tears dried yet stained as he looks up at you. “saved my ass, didn't you sugar?” giggling, you loosen your grip, pulling august into a kiss, his mouth moving desperately against yours. his hands move from your wrists to your hips, gripping tightly as they continue to work.

“you— ah, fuck! you edged me back there…!” august gasps, spit caught at the back of his throat as he hits that spongey spot inside you. raising a brow at him, august continues. “I was…— just about to cum… then enjin— ah! knocked! n’ then you stopped, it hurt so fuckin’ much…”

smiling down at august, you purr at his form, the back of your hand running down his cheek to wipe away the new tears that ran down. “awh, my august…” leaning down, you press your lips against his neck, feeling his body twitch and shake beneath you. “yer’ breakin’ me.” august whines, whimpers growing louder and tears fatter as your hips never stop slapping against his pelvis, your walls gripping him tightly like he'd leave if you let go.

“I'm about to come baby, let me? pleasepleaseplease!” he begs and begs, voice cracking against the walls as he throws his head back, waiting and waiting for your approval. “come for me sweetheart.”

and that's all it took, your hand quickly coming up to cover august’s mouth as he releases himself inside you, cock spurting endlessly and hips uncontrollably pushing himself deeper into you, milking himself for all he's worth. as august calms down, he's already melting into his pillow, snoring away beneath you, leaving you to giggle at your lover's sleeping form.

FOLLO gasps as your stocking-clad feet run up his chest, the ball of your foot pushing up against his jacket before catching the zipper between your toes, pulling it down to reveal his skinny chest. sweat runs down his skin, gasps and whines leaving his lips as the tips of your toes brush against his v-line.

“why are you so nervous, follo? I'm just touching you.” your voice is laced with false sweetness, like there's something beneath that's waiting to bite into him. he looks up at you, gasping as one of your feet slides beneath his chin, like you're feeling him up without actually using your hands.

you drag follo closer, his hands gripping your ankles to stabilize himself against you. “please stop teasing.” he whines, feeling your feet run back down his chest to slowly hovering right above his bulge. “are you seriously hard from my feet?” a cackle leaves your lips, follo’s cheeks beginning to turn visibly red, the humiliation making him even more hard.

“take them off.” follo doesn't hesitate, his gloved hands moving to unzip his pants, pushing them down to his thighs, just enough to release his leaking cock, tip bright red and dribbling with pre-cum. follo turns his head to look at you, like he's waiting for some sort of approval or praise. “‘m so hard for you, I'm aching, please fuck me.” he whines, hips lightly thrusting in the air, humping against nothing for some sort of relief.

watching the pathetic sight has you amused, the shy and quiet supporter truly does have a freaky side. you push yourself closer, the arches of your feet wrapping around follo’s cock. he gasps softly, hands moving to grip your ankles once again. “go on, fuck yourself against my feet, dog.” the name has follo’s cock twitching, his hips slowly move, allowing himself to adjust to the material of your stockings, the nylon is rough against him, creating extra pleasure against his sensitive cock.

follo slowly gains more confidence, hands now gripping your feet to keep them steady as he ruts against you, although he refuses to lift his head, refuses to make eye contact with you. he can feel his orgasm growing closer, thrusts sloppy and whines growing louder by the second.

“‘m gonna— f-fuck!” you pull your feet away, watching follo grab you to bring you back, but he's just not fast enough, his cock an angry red and coated tip to base in his slick. “n—no, wait, come back!” he wails, tears running down his cheeks and on to the floor below him.

“awh, poor follo, what's wrong baby, upset that you can't come?” your tone is condescending, venomous in sympathy as you watch follo sob into his arms. “please mistress, let m—me come, I'll be a good boy, you know that I'm your g—good boy!” he mewls. “oh follo, you are my good boy, but you remember the rules, don't you?”

he lifts his head, making eye contact with you. “always k—keep my eyes… on you.” you nod. “that's right, so let's start this over, okay?”

follo nods, watching your feet wrap around him once more. he grips the floor beneath him instead of your ankles, keeping his eyes on your own as he begins to thrust up against you, groaning as the warmth of your nylon rubs against him.

“ugh— ngh fuck… love… it so much, mistress, you make me feel s—so fuckin’ good.” follo sigh, hips slowly increasing in pace, his hips slamming against your ankles as he nears his orgasm once more. “‘m close, ‘m so close mistress. mistress, can I come? can I come please??” he's desperately begging, already broken from being denied, and even more desperate than before. “please, I've been your good boy, your only good boy!”

your finger taps your chin, pretending to think about whether to allow follo his orgasm or not. turning back to him, you simply nod, running your thumb across his cheek to wipe away the tears that ran down. “come for me baby.”

that's all it takes before follo’s wailing, hips stuttering as he cums all over your tights, cock rubbing mindlessly against your feet to milk himself for all he's worth. as he comes down from his high, follo slumps against your legs, mumbling sweet nothings and thank you’s against your legs. ”mffhh… love you… s’ much, thank you…”

SEMIU was tasked with one thing, shopping for the cleaners with you by her side. and of course when you join semiu on anything, you can never do it normally.

you're grabbing items off the shelf, a mix of ingredients and items the cleaners had asked for. semiu’s behind you, gripping the trolley handle tightly. she can feel the beads of sweat running down her forehead, quickly using the back of her hand to wipe them away.

she looks up at you, watching you ignore her, and continuing to fill the cart before you finally catch her from the corner of your eye. “semiu.” you smile, although it's not a full smile, it's something more sinister. semiu’s knees buckle, forcing her to lean against the cart. “[name]... you're real mean, sugar.” she sighs, the vibrator inside her buzzing just right against that spongey spot inside her.

“oh semiu, I'm not mean, far from it really.” you giggle, watching as semiu’s face twisted between pleasure and an attempt to hide it. you walk down one of the isles, noticing the lack of customers around. a perfect opportunity.

turning around, you grab semiu by her shoulders, pushing her up against one of the shelves. your hand gently cups her clothed cunt, feeling the hardness of the vibrator against her clit. “my god semiu, you're so fucking wet, I can feel it through through your pants.” you giggle again, fingers slowly reaching up to dip them past the waistline of her pants, your fingers teasing the edge of her panties.

“you gonna come, semmie?” the nickname has her groaning, her head nodding at your words as she brings her hand up to bite down on her knuckles, muffling the moans that left her lips.

grabbing semiu's wrist, you pull her hand away, leaning in closer before your lips meet hers in a hard kiss, teeth clashing and tongues battling for dominance. she lets you win, always has, your tongue pushing past her own, exploring every inch and crevice before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting the both of you.

you quickly look around the isle once more before grabbing semiu by the wrist and dragging her to the nearest bathroom. the door slams open, your gaze checking every corner before closing the door behind you. “c’mere.” your hands grip semiu’s shoulders once again, pushing her up against one of the sinks as your lips are back on hers.

yours hands reach for semiu’s belt, unbuckling the leather and allowing it to fall to the ground with a clank. your lips leave semiu’s, moving down her chin, to her neck, before stopping at the cleavage of her breasts.

you reach up for the zipper of her tank top, pulling it just enough for her breasts to spill out, the coldness of the bathroom hardening her nipples.

your tongue brushes across her skin, the heat sending shivers down semiu’s spine, before your lips suckle gently on her tits. semiu throws her head back, gasping at the sensation of your tongue against her sensitive skin.

your hand snakes back down to her pants, the tips of your fingers pushing past the waistband and rubbing against her sensitive clit. semiu arches into your touch, her hands gripping the sink behind her, manicured nails digging into the porcelain.

you can feel the plastic of the vibrator, pulling it away from semiu’s clit, an almost sigh of relief leaving her lips before it's replaced by a whine instead, the pleasure escaping her body. “don't worry semiu, I've got you.” your voice catches her attention, your lips off her tits and stretching into a grin below her, fingers gently rubbing her clit, coating them with her slick.

you delve your fingers into her cunt, feeling semiu clench around you as you slowly push further and further inside, before your fingers reach knuckle deep.

semiu muffles her moans against your lips, gasping with each plunge of your fingers in and out of her. “shit, you're gonna— mfh! make me… come..” you simply chuckle at her words, the noises of her slick and your thrusts growing louder with each pump, semiu’s back arching into your touch and thighs tensing up.

“that's it, come on my fingers, be a good girl for me semiu.” you hum, feeling semiu’s hands reach to wrap around your neck, nails digging into your scalp before her back arches harshly, cunt spasming around your fingers.

semiu collapses against you, whining as your fingers fish out the last of her pleasure, her body slowly relaxing as you pull out. you blink, allowing yourself to bask in the moment before a thought interrupts you. “there's probably people waiting outside to be let in.” semiu lifts her head, looking at the locked door of the bathroom, before the both of you burst into giggles.

JABBER whines as you grab him by the locs, lifting his face off the ground. he's covered in bruises and marks, blood dripping down his forehead and chin. he smiles up at you, pushing himself further against your touch. “c’mon, I ain't even feel that, hit me harder!”

you don't hesitate, lifting your foot to collide your boot against jabber’s face, watching as he flies across the room, giggling and moaning at the impact. “awh man… ‘m so goddamn hard, but I just ain't there yet.” turning around, jabber looks at you as he shifts, resting on his elbows, legs spread to reveal the erection right between his legs.

he doesn't need to speak, you already know what he wants. walking up to his form, you lift your foot, stepping directly on his cock, a loud moan leaving jabber’s throat, the roughness of your boot grinding harshly against his hard on. “oh— fuck me! goddamn girl, you really know not to hold back… huh?” he's breathless, softly moaning as he grinds himself against your foot.

you dig your sole further into him, the heel of your boot digging right against his balls, the tip of it just beneath the head of his cock. “auggnnghhh!! so— so rough… so fucking hot. need more of ya…”

fuck, he looks absolutely gorgeous, a trail of drool running down his chin, locs splayed across the ground, his mankira glinting just right against the light above the both of you. shit, you just wanna ruin him, maybe ride him until he can barely think, or perhaps peg him until the only thing he can remember is your name.

snapping back to reality, you watch as jabber continues to writhe beneath you, his pupils blown wide and his hands reaching for anything to grip before settling on the floor. jabber manages to pull from your grip, crawling away with no effort, like he wants you to capture him.

you grip jabber by the ankle, dragging him across the floor before your fingers find his jacket hoodie, pulling just enough the collar wraps around his throat, cutting off a section of his air supply. “h—holy fuck. i’m… ‘bout to come…”

your grip loosens, causing jabber’s face to splat against the floor, a groan of disappointment leaving him. “awh, come on! I was about to reach the best part!” you look down at him with an unreadable expression, a shiver running down his spine as he stares back at you. “don't look at me like that…. ‘s makin’ me feel things…”

jabber sighs, a longing in his eyes akin to obsession, he wants you so damn bad, wants you to break him and build him back up again with only your words. you say jump and he asks how high, you ask him to kill, he does so with no hesitation, he's yours, from physically to emotionally.

he slowly crawls towards you, climbing up your body like some sort of jungle gym, before he's face to face with you, his busted up face right against your untouched one. he's quick to act, grabbing you by the shoulder, his lips meeting against yours in a sloppy, unskilled kiss.

you don't hesitate to give him that attention back, “kissing you… like this— s’ enough to get me even more rock hard.” chuckling, you pull jabber away, smiling at his fucked out expression, drool running down his chin and blood leaking from his temples. “oh jabber,” you cup his clothed cock, watching him throw his head back. one squeeze and he's broken. so that's exactly what you do.

your hand is rough, gripping jabber tightly, your thumb managing to rub against the tip of his cock just right. jabber throws his head back, going cross-eyed as his hips buck up into your touch, the dampness of his release coating your palm.

jabber slowly comes back to reality, lolling his head to the side to look at you. “c’mon, give me another, until ‘m pumping out nothin’ anymore.” how could you deny him? especially when he asks so sweetly.

FUU gags as you push your fingers further into his mouth, your knuckles pushing past his swollen lips, his eyes lidded as he pushes his head further, a loud gag escaping his lips before he pulls back, heavy gasps leaving his lips as he looks up at you.

“fuu, if you can't handle my fingers, I don't think you're ready for my cock.” your spit coated fingers run across the leather of your strap, the material shining against the light above you.”

fuu’s eyes widen at your words, nonono, he's ready! he's been telling you for weeks and week on end, begging to gag on your strap for as long as he could remember. “no—no wait! please ma'am, I promise I can!”

he pushes his cheek up against your dildo, the silicone only half wet, a sign of fuu’s previous attempts. “I can take it, I promise I can.” fuu pushes himself against you, hii dangling by his side as he always has. you look down at fuu with your chin in your palm, pretending to think about what to do next.

you sigh with false annoyance, “fine, but you're not pulling away when I fuck your mouth, understand?” fuu nods curtly, a certain shine to his eyes that has you smiling at his desperateness. you unfold your legs, standing up from your chair and grabbing fuu by the back of his head, fingers curling into his white-salmon locks.

fuu looks up at you with something akin to admiration, opening his mouth willingly to take your cock into his throat, he slowly reaches the halfway mark, the furthest he's ever gotten. you allow a momentary break, letting fuu bask in the anticipation before he's suddenly pulled down, lips against the base of your cock, the tip bullying the back of his throat.

“nghg… mfhhggh— ghhh!” his voice is muffled, drool already running down his chin as his hands come up to grip your hips tightly. he slowly moves his head up, starting at the tip and pushing himself all the way back down, gagging around your cock with no shame.

he repeats, until your cock is fully coated, lips swollen once more, but as soon as he reaches the tip again, your hands stop him. fuu looks up at you, confusion on his face. your hands grip the sides of his face tightly, and fuu knows what's about to hit him, his hands leaving your hips to instead grip your wrists instead.

fuu gags and chokes as your hips begin to relentlessly thrust into his mouth, your cock bulging against his throat with each pump of your hips. “look at you fuu, my good boy, taking my cock so well, huh?” fuu can only nod slightly, gagging against your dick as you fuck his throat.

“glug—glug—glug—” the sound is beautiful, a mix of fuu’s gagging and swallowing, attempting not to drown in his own spit as you fuck him raw. fuu can feel himself growing harder at the second, his gagging turning into whining as his grinds his hard on against thin air. “well, look at that, hard from choking on my dick sweetheart?” fuu attempts to nod, but is unable to with your hands keeping him still.

your hands move up to grip fuu’s hair, slowly pulling him off of your cock with a pop, watching as strings of saliva connected his lips with the silicone.

“w—why…d— you stop?” fuu slurs, licking his lips to clean off the drool that ran down. “because I can't have you coming just yet.” fuu whines at your words, slowly sneaking his hand down to rub against his clothed cock. “please.. please…"

your fingers tighten around his locks, slightly lifting him from his knees to pull him closer against you. “do you deserve it?” you hum, voice dripping with dominance, watching fuu tremble from your touch. he nods frantically, cheeks flushed as he begs. “yes! yes! I deserve it, I've been so good, listened to you… I've done everything you want, please!”

pushing fuu back to his knees, you slightly loosen your grip on his hair, lining up your cock to his lips. he sticks his tongue out, allowing you to slap the tip against it before unexpectedly shoving it entirely down his throat.

fuu desperately gags against the silicone, hands moving back to your thighs for support. “nghnn! mghh—fhhggnn!” he groans, letting his throat relax as you brush right against the back with harsh thrusts.

he can feel his orgasm peeking just right around the corner, his groans becoming desperate whines with each thrust of your hips. fuu tightens his grip on your thighs, index tapping against them, indicating his nearing. you watch fuu with a smirk, tears forming in his eyes once again before they run down his cheeks.

you don't stop, instead going faster, watching fuu’s eyes widen with each gag of his throat. “mghh! mffgghh—aahh!” fuu pulls off of you, head throwing back as he comes in his pants, his legs trembling beneath him. “ffuucckkkk… throat hurts… so much….” he whines, voice rough and lips swollen.

your hand grips his chin, lifting his face to face yours. “you've done such a good job, I think you deserve an even better reward.” before fuu could answer, you're gripping him by the wrists, lifting him up and against the wall, wrapping his legs around your waist.

”w—wait! ‘m still se—sensitive!” he cries out, although it's ignored as your fingers grip the waistband of his pants, pulling them down to just to his thighs, the tip of your cock pressing against the entrance of his ass.

let's just say that cthoni left you a complaint the morning after about too much noise.

BUNDUS watches in horror as the bottom of your scepter slams against the ground, the vital instrument humming with life. Hands floating still above him, its fingers twitching with ache to grab something. “you said you wouldn't.” his voice comes out shaky. you simply shrug, slamming the scepter down once more.

hand two and six fly towards you, hovering just close enough to touch the material of your raider outfit. “m sorry bundus, but I just got too curious.”

that was hours ago. bundus, a once fine and outgoing man, now lay on the ground, prompted up to his knees and face smushed against the ground. the thickness of hand two’s fingers plunging into him and stretching him with each thrust, and hand six wrapped tightly around his cock, the double stimulation making bundus go cross-eyed.

you leaned against one of the chairs within the room, scepter still in hand, and watched every twitch, arch and sweat of bundus’ body. “this is h—highly… inappropriate.” he attempts to speak. yet the overflow of drool slurs his words.

“it is, yes. but when have you ever cared about anything appropriate.” you shrug your shoulders, a smug smirk tugging at your lips as hand two thrusts knuckles deep, hitting straight against bundus’ prostate while hand six rubs gently against his leaking tip.

your fingers tighten around your scepter, hand two suddenly increasing in pace, while hand six pulls away from bundus’ cock, the hardened fingers moving to shove past his lips, the taste of his slick pushed against his tongue.

“I'll do what I want with Hands. and right now, I'm enjoying you in this state.” you stand up from your chair, pulling hand six away from bundus, the prosthetic fingers coated in his saliva. hand two continues its pressure, pushing itself deeper into bundus, the outline visible against his broad stomach.

“this is a sight I could get used to.” you giggle, a maniacal look on your face as bundus attempts to regain his self respect, yet it's useless, and he hates to admit it, but hand two just feels too good inside him. “uh-uh-uh, no coming yet bundus.” hand two begins to slow its pace, thick fingers resting inside bundus.

his whines echo off the walls, yet you skip over that, an idea creeping into your mind. you step forward, standing right in front of bundus’ kneeled form, fingers tapping against the scepter.

“fuck yourself against hand two.” what? you can't be serious, it's already humiliating getting fucked by your own vital instrument, but fucking it yourself, that's a whole new low for bundus. “did I stutter?” your words snap him from his thoughts, watching your fingers tap and tap, like a clock ticking down.

bundus swallows thickly, slowly pushing himself up from the ground, feeling hand two adjust inside him. he hesitates, looking up at you with puppy eyes, yet you don't seem to flinch nor back down. swallowing again, bundus begins to move his hips, lifting himself up before slamming down against hand two's fingers.

it's embarrassing, an act of shame, yet he just couldn't stop, each slam of his hips creating louder and louder moans, hand two filling him up just right. “I'm a—about to cum, please ma'am, may I?”

his thick accent slurs, hands and knees trembling with each bounce of his hips. you smile in amusement, enjoying your co-worker fuck himself against his vital instrument. “you may.”

bundus lets out a moan of either relief or pleasure, most likely both, as his hips don't stop, finding just that right angle before his back arches up, climax washing over him as he spills across the floor.

you tap your scepter once more, hand two pulling itself out, leaving bundus empty yet aching for more. you kneel down, wiping nonexistent dust off bundus’s jacket. “I think we should do this more often.”

ZODYL shifts in his seat, watching the TV infront of him, although he's barely able to concentrate, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, legs draped on either side of his thighs, and your pussy squeezing him so tightly he's unable to think properly.

he knows he's not allowed to move, not allowed to touch, only a light, gentle caress on your thigh. you've got a book in your hand, something you picked up from a raid that piqued your interest.

you squeeze tighter, and zodyl sucks in a breath, feeling his composure break every second you're around him. you'd suggest this as a sort of… bonding ritual, with zodyl being so busy with raider work, you barely found yourself within the bedroom, so you suggested this, something called… cockwarming? whatever the it was.

zodyl could barely keep it together, hearing you flip the pages of your book that definitely had you uninterested, but you truly can never deny an opportunity to break zodyl in. his grip on your thigh tightens, hips shifting in hope to get some sort of stimulation.

your head turns, not fully, but just enough for zodyl to halt his movements. “is this your way of torturing me?” zodyl’s deep voice interrupts your thoughts, raising a curious brow at the leader before smiling in content. “perhaps, or maybe I just enjoy seeing you squirm, knowing you obey my every command.” you wiggle your hips just enough, his cock growing more comfy inside your walls.

“you're going to break me.” he sighs, feeling his cock twitch, light bursts of pre-cum escaping his tip. “maybe that's what I want.” you giggle, the sound of your book closing echoing through zodyl’s ear.

lifting yourself up, you stare at zodyl beneath you, your hands resting on his scarred shoulders. “I wanna see you squirm zodie, wanna see you break and beg.” your nails drag against his skin, tracing over the scars, gliding up his neck and cheek before stopping at the silver that adorned his ear.

zodyl sighs against your touch, humming gently with each caress and whisper of praise from you, your touch nearly sending him overboard as you suddenly squeeze his cock against. “don't tease me.” he's demanding, although his words are empty, he knows you're the one who's truly in control.

“I'll do what I want zodie.” leaning in, you wrap your arms around his shoulders once more, breasts pushed against his upper chest, your cleavage nearly against his face. “I think I've punished you enough.” you steady your hips, lifting yourself from zodyl's cock, so that only his tip remains inside.

“fuck me zodie, fuck me like you mean it.” zodyl doesn't waste a second, broad arms wrapping around your waist before his hips slam up into you. you throw your head back, his cock hitting that certain spot inside you with each thrust.

”oh… fuck! that's it zodie, such a— agh! good boy!” your voice is interrupted by moans, mingling in with zodyl's own loud grunts and slight whines. at your praise, zodyl tightens his arms around you, his hips increasing in pace.

he's hitting that sweet spot every time, making you dizzy with need as you can feel your orgasm already down the corner. “I'm about… I'm about to cum zodie, you know the rules… r—right?” zodyl simply nods at your words, arms moving down your waist to instead grip your hips instead.

“hah— hah…” zodyl can barely form a sentence, your pussy's just too fucking good, milking his cock with each thrust of his hips. he knows he can't cum, but he's just so close. your head throws back, nails digging into zodyl’s shoulders as you come around his cock, squeezing him for all his worth.

zodyl holds back his own orgasm by mere inches, feeling like he's about to blow any second. you look down at his trembling form, and although he doesn't beg verbally, you can see it in his face, the way it twists and turns.

you think to yourself for a moment, should you really let him come? he looks so pathetic like this, the big bad boss of the raiders pussy drunk off you. finally deciding, you lift yourself off his cock, his tip red and pulsating, drops of pre sliding from his tip.

“I don't think I've ever seen you like this zodie, were you about to come inside me?” you coo. zodyl hesitates for a second, watching you with precision before nodding his head. you laugh in his face, fingers moving the sweaty hair that stuck to his forehead. “you know you're not allowed.”

he nods again, watching you wrap your hand around his cock, his leaky tip throbbing against your touch. “look at you zodie, you're so sensitive, but I can't let it go to waste." you lean down, taking the tip of his cock into your mouth. zodyl immediately bucks his hips up, one hand coming up to grip your hair as your nose touches right against the hair of his pelvis.

semiu g. ♬.ᐟ : 10/10 | "if you don't arch your back some more, imma have to show you how to do it right, and we will turn this into a twerking competition."

the best partner to have when clubbing, i don't care what anyone says. she's so fucking into it, it's like the two of you are in sync with how flawlessly she moves against you, her fingers tugging you back in time with the song by your belt loops. the end of the night always ends with you both covered in sweat and a little out of breath from how much you guys dance on each other. sometimes its you throwing it back on her, sometimes her on you. no matter what, any ass that is thrown WILL be caught, she is a professional at what she does.

bro s. ♬.ᐟ : 7/10 | "have i told you how gorgeous you are? mhm, the prettiest little thing, an' i've got you grinding all over me…god, 'm so lucky, baby."

if he's completely sober, then it's going to be a 2/10 because he's genuinely really flustered and doesn't know what to do with his hands. but you get a few shots in him? oh, suddenly he knows what he's doing, his hands roaming all over your body, moving from your hips, up your sides, and stopping juuust under your chest, teasing the skin there. he just needs a bit of courage to be more open with his touches to you, but just be careful, because it's not just his hands that you need to worry about, it's his damn mouth and all the dirty shit he's muttering in your ear about how good you feel grinding up against him.

tamsy c. ♬.ᐟ : 8/10 | "who said you could stop, huh? the song's not over, darling, keep dancing for me."

i hate this nonchalant blondie, tamsy's handling you like he doesn't even care. definitely the guy with a VIP section at the club too, so he's sitting with his legs spread wide while your more so sensually grinding on his lap to the song playing. he's got one hand on your waist, squeezing and rubbing up and down while his other hand pulling the mouth piece of the hookah out of his mouth, blowing the smoke against your back (the vision of you practically grinding against him with a smoky, foggy view genuinely turns him on more than it should). he's moving under you too, just barely, but it's mainly his hand that's keeping you moving, squeezing your thigh when you start to slow, those little pleased hums and the warmth of his lap telling you everything about how much he's enjoying himself.

gris r. ♬.ᐟ : 5/10 | "shit, honey, you're good at this, aren't ya? pretty, real pretty…"

the type of guy to keep drinking like he's not getting twerked on by the baddest person in the whole club, using the rim of his cup to hide the nasty grin on his face. every once in a while, he'll grind back against you, but he's not really catching much because he knows if he does, he will get carried away and he doesn't want to end the night too soon. his free hand isn't on your hip as much, instead he's running his hand up and down your back, dragging his nails against your skin when you roll your hips a little harder than before. he's honestly using this whole thing as an excuse to perv on you, unashamed in how obvious it is on his face that he's imagining you fucking yourself against him instead of just dancing...dude is not locked in at all.

follo t. ♬.ᐟ : 2/10 | "w-wait, jesus, hold on, i'm gonna pass out—!"

bro is absolutely dead, like the only way he's able to even stand is because gris and enjin are holding him up while tomme and semiu are egging you on to keep going on him even though the poor guy is literally on the verge of blacking out. he can barely keep his shaky hands on your waist, his palms soaked in sweat. the second you are done, he's gotta get to the bathroom, he's hard as fuck in his jeans and he might die from embarrassment…absolutely awful at getting twerked on, but it doesn't mean it's not fun. he'll just be out of it as enjin and gris poke and tease him for not being able to handle it at all.

tomme m. ♬.ᐟ : 5/10 | "your ass is too much, you almost knocked me over! do it again!"

honestly, she's already several drinks in and struggling to keep up with you by the time they start playing the music that you are finally shaking ass to. she's a mess of giggles and drunken blurts of the lyrics, but she's still trying, one hand on your hip and the other holding her drink up in the air as she literally cheers over you twerking on her, she's so cute. one day, she wants you to teach her how to twerk, because she's not really good at it but she wants to be able to switch places with you one day since you make it look so fun.

august s. ♬.ᐟ : 6/10 | "baby doll, you're driving, me nuts, i think 'm gonna die…actually no, wait, i'll die if you stop, so keep doing, don't stop."

baby, this man is such a freak for you grinding up against him, his bottom lip is swollen from how badly he's biting it. just like enjin, it always starts off with him being able to catch it whenever you throw it back on him, moving with you fluidly before he starts to get a little fidgety, fingers digging into the fat of your hips and tugging you against him more and more until you're barely able to pull away from him and he's not-so-subtly bouncing your hips against his like he's literally trying to fuck your through your clothes. but unlike enjin, he's not moving to a more secluded spot, he will keep that shit up right on the dance floor, knowing damn well no one else really cares.

zodyl t. ♬.ᐟ : 3/10 | "you keep rubbing up against me like a cat in heat…are you trying to tell me something?"

this man isn't even in the club, he's at fancy lounges with deep, slower music, drinking rich wines while you sit on his lap. he doesn't do well in upbeat clubs, it's just not his thing. but at home, you always like to catch him off guard when you're playing music and end up using him to dance on. it…never lasts long because anytime you start to grind up on him, he's taking that as an invitation, huffing as he tells you to stop playing around. so, yeah, he's not really catching anything because he isn't even giving you a chance to get more than 30 seconds into the song before he's asking bluntly if this is you trying to tell him you wanna ride him…he's so dumb.

jabber w. ♬.ᐟ ♪.ᐟ : ????/10 | "can we make out after this? hell, we can make out right now, mama, you're too good at movin' on me like that."

you and jabber are way too popular at clubs. you both always have this energy that never fails to get everyone on the dance floor instead of just standing around awkwardly. but when you start twerking on him? oh, it becomes a whole fucking show of people recording the chemistry going on, plus the two of you play around too much. you guys attract a damn crowd with how fluid you both move against each other with the brightest grins on your faces. he's got a crowd of guys behind him, holding him up as he dramatically leans back into them like he can't handle all the ass you're throwing back on him. he's got the back of your shirt fisted in his hand to keep you bouncing back onto him, and you two have the nastiest little smirks on your faces. and of course, just to fuck around, you guys will switch positions and it just makes everyone around you guys louder because why the hell is he throwing it back on you so well. y'all are absolutely soaked in sweat from all the dancing you guys do.

bundus b. ♬.ᐟ : 2/10 | "mm, none of that now, hon, unless you wanna get bent over my knee for being a tease…"

like zodyl, he's not in clubs, he's more of a comfy bar kind of man. and honestly, none of the bars he's going to are playing music you can . so, it's at home you play your own music in the kitchen, backing up against him and shaking your ass against his front in a playful manner. but he's fast, hand around your neck, tilting your head back to look up at him while his bionic arm is gripping your hip tight so you can't move. he's not going to let you think you can just rub up against him like that and expect him to pretend like it's just you dancing. he's an ass man, there's no way he's letting you get away with that. catching ass? never heard of it, take your clothes off.

goka n. ♬.ᐟ : 0/10 | "i…w-what…what the hell is wrong with you? god, don't move like that!"

even worse than follo, he's truly just gone. he doesn't even know how he got here, dragged out to the club by you because, well, he loves you and wanted you to have a night out with your friends. so when you start literally grinding against his crotch, he's stuttering out your name, not knowing what to do with his hands, his body, anything, he's so broken. it's not even halfway through the song that he's wrapping his arms around you to get you standing straight up, face burning and eyes wide as he struggles to get the words out. all you know is you'll have to try to come clubbing again, and save any twerking on him for the end of the night so he's not tugging you out the club to go home and change his pants. poor thing.

Arkha Corvus - Gentle dom

oh, he’s been at his office for days, hasn’t he? he must be so stressed right? You just had to go help him!

Shhh, be patient, he has to go slow. Otherwise it’ll hurt, and you won’t be able to walk later, dove. Let him take the reins, alright?

You’ve been such a brat today, this is what you wanted, right? With all that teasing. He’s sorry, but you gotta learn how to be good♡

He’s always so sweet to you, putting your pleasure above his own. It’s one of the many ways he has of making up to you that he’s not around as much as he’d want to be :(

He likes to eat sweet things. Like you!

Enjin - Dom

Type of shit he’ll do to tease you.

He can’t take his eyes off you. How could he when the view is this good?

After a long, dangerous and tired mission, the only thing he needs is you.

Good morning, baby! ♡

Spread them legs for me.

Tamsy Caines - Meanest dom of them all

“You want to cum? Okay, then cum on me.”

Absolutely not, you won’t be getting anything else, you don’t deserve more.

He’ll disappear for a day off sometimes and then come back with the prettiest lingerie set you’ve ever seen. Just so he can fuck you in it. You wonder where he buys it though…

He loves to make you watch yourself in the mirror while he fingers you. He owns you and he wants you to know that.

This is as vanilla and loving that you’ll get from Tamsy Caines ♡

Gris Rubion - Gentle dom

Nights like these with him are usually like this. He doesn’t fuck, he makes love to you.

He really knows what he’s doing with those hands.♡

He doesn’t have to hold back when he’s with you right? Let him have this, yeah? Just for a little while. He’ll make it up to you later.

How sweet he is, isn’t he?

You’re so relieved when he comes back to you in one piece. And he has to make sure you’re real, you gotta feel he’s really alive.

Bro Santa - Gentle dom

He’s always so careful with you! And he’s sorry, but he has to make sure that you’re well bred! You can handle him, can’t you?

I’m sorry, but no one can’t convince me he isn’t a boobs man, and he’ll take any chance he gets to grab them ♡

Oh those sweet, sweet moments that you manage to get to yourselves… no missions, no kids, just you and him

Talking about those kind of days, just imagine waking him up like this

He’s the biggest of them all btw. Sure you can take it, right?

Jabber Wonger - Switch (heavy sub lean)

He loves it when you overstimulate him— the pain that comes when you don’t stop sucking the life out of him. Hell, he’ll beg for more.

Fuck yes! He loves it when you ruin his orgasms. Edge him. Edge him. EDGE HIM until he can’t anymore.

Push.his.head.in.between.your.thighs. He’d die a happy man.

Finger his ass. Teach him what it feels like to be stretched open (though he already does, this freak does it to himself too)

He enjoys being the one in pain, the one who gets punished and receive the meanest treatments from you. But he’ll take charge from time to time. Spices things up, don’t it?”

Follo Tunito - Switch (slightly service dom lean)

The first few times Follo and you were together were a bit awkward, fumbling and not knowing what to do or say because he had non to little experience. Thank god he’s a quick learner.

“Am I being good? How are you feeling baby?” Please tell him he’s doing a good job, he loves the praise.

Quick! You don’t have much time before you have to go on a mission! Gosh, couldn’t you both wait a bit longer?

He’d die before admitting that he loves it when you take care of him like this. But in the privacy of your room, he manages to ask you to do this for him ♡

To him, you’re a deity. And he wants to worship you in the ways he knows you deserve. He loves to have your body in his arms and just show you his love.

Semiu Grier - Dom

(drooling)

More often than not, this is the sight that greets you whenever you get to your room after mission that last too long. Can you blame her? Reading magazines isn’t enough anymore!

Semiu will never bottom, but she’ll let you slurp on her tits if you beg enough. (Pro tip: call her mommy, she’ll fold)

There’s absolutely nothing she loves more than using toys in bed with you! It’s just so fun ♡

Literally her wet dreams. Let her bounce on your face please, she promises to be careful. Mostly.

She’ll ride you to oblivion by humping her pussy against yours! Say thank you! ♡

Tomme Mima - Switch (sub lean)

She loves being roughened up, doesn’t she? That’s why she’ll willingly be on all fours for you. She’s so good to you, isn’t she? She deserves to have her reward, right?

Lip kisses! (Or well… those other lips kisses)♡

Makeup date where you were supposed to be trying the new eyeshadows, lipstick shades and brushes that you bought from the market… that took a turn when Tomme said she wanted to play with your pussy…

“W-wait!” The shriek coming from Tomme’s room when you entered while she was busy was loud. She’s so embarrassed but… if you want to watch her then… sure you can.

Awww, you’re both so cute and lovey dovey!♡

Zodyl Typhon - Mean dom

That fucking attitude of yours will get you nowhere, you want to cum so fucking bad? Hm, be grateful he’ll even let you do this.

Yeah, that’s right. Stay put like you should.

Shut up and take it. “That’s right, good little slut” Help him de stress. Everything is so loud lately that he just wants to loose himself in you for a while.

There’s no time for games or foreplay. Lay down and let him do his thing.

You did a good job today. Here’s what you asked him for.

Bundus Begalkeit - Dom

He’s a pretty old school man. But don’t get it twisted, it doesn’t mean that when it’s the right time, he won’t fuck you good. Because he will.

Listening to: Who’s you daddy by Toby Keith

“We can’t go raw, honey.” He tried to say to you when there were no condoms to be found. But he wasn’t really complaining when you guided him inside you.

He knows your body like the palm of his hand. His years of experience always come in handy for him— well, especially for you.

He has big ass hands.

Too Lily - Switch (heavy gentle dom lean)

“Who’s mommy’s pretty partner? You are baby! And you’re being so good for me too. Just a bit longer yeah? I want to enjoy you for a little longer”

She just loves you so much… let her hold you closer, yeah? She’ll make you feel good ♡

“You sure you can handle this strap? It’s pretty big” she asks you with just the tiniest bit of concern. Which goes away the second you start bouncing on it.

She loves to fuck you like this while still in her performance outfits. She finds it very hot.

Oh, she loves to eat you out. Won’t you sit on her face and ride it?

You're beautiful. Like older bombshell type of fine. You give off a Milf/dilf type of energy. You know?

And you're no stranger to having people mistaking you for younger than what you are, though it doesn't happen often. At least when you're by yourself.

When you're with Bundus however, oh people think the age gap between ya'll is ginormous.

But it's because Bundus looks older than 44 to a lot of people, so most people think there's a bigger age gap between the two of you than there actually is. (Shorten)

And oh boy do you love to fuck with Bundus about this.

So imma just set the scene for ya.

It's date night, you know how it is once you get up there in age. You gotta start carving out time for one another.

Which for you two looks like scheduled date nights.

So ya'll went out and about to town, laughing, drinking, and doing fun little activities before arriving to your last destination.

This nice, upscale, dinner spot you've been begging more like hinting with subtle reminders to go to.

And the atmosphere had been great all night! Until you wanted dessert. I mean that literally you little freak.

"Bundus baby, the night won't be complete until we have something a sweet, right?" and though he usual can't tell you no, tonight seems to be one of those nights.

"We already breaking the bank here, sugar." He says, lazily picking his teeth clean with a toothpick, "Besides, I got all the sweets ya need." he grins all lopsided with the toothpick hanging out the side of his mouth, patting his stomach while he leans back, wiggling his brows at you.

You're unimpressed. He knows what you mean, and he's out his rabbit ass mind if he think he getting some play without finishing this meal with some dessert.

But no worries, cause you know exactly what to do to get what you want.

So you start acting all sensual, smizing at him as you dip your head low. Looking around like you're checking that ya'll in the clear.

And that enough to have Bundus hooked. He leans in immediately, wanting to hear whatever filth he thinks you boutta whisper into his ear.

Once you draw him in, you don't let him go. Looking longingly into his eyes, scratching his beard the way you know he likes. Tilting his head to the side so you can whisper into his ear. Your stained lips ghoting the shell of his ear.

"If you don't buy me dessert than Imma tell these people it's your 60th birthday."

When I tell you he looks absolutely betrayed when he pulls back from you. "You wouldn't dare."

"They'll believe me Bun too, and they'll think 'why in the hell is that young lady with that old ass man' and they'll think you my sugar daddy. Cause next to yo dinosaur lookin ass, I'll pass as twenty-something."

His jaw is literally on the ground.

It ain't the first time you've used this trick. But he can count on one hand how many times you've done it. And he never expects it, each and every time.

Before he can properly recover, the waiter comes back over, smiling ear to ear with a dessert menu in hand.

"Would we like dessert? Or are we fine for the night?" and Bundus looks as white as his hair, just staring at you as you grin at him devilishly.

He knows there's a right and wrong answer here.

"Yeah, we'll take dessert..."

Enjin - An interesting game of tag

It's almost like a little game ya'll play.

The only problem is Enjin doesn't know what he's playing or when.

You call it 'touch-n-go', where you quite literally grope him then run off.

So just the casual workplace sexual harassment.

Don't worry though, Enjin loves it! He just confused as to why you can feel him up, but he can't feel you up.

And though he typically loves this game, today he's fighting back.

Because why tf you keep trying to dig in his butt?! His words, not mine.

And this started first thing in the morning when you gave him a hug and a kiss before he left for his first mission.

It was sweet moment, but you had to ruin it by grabbing and spreading his cheeks during the hug. And now he's weary of you.

Cause you've never done all that before.

Shit, he starting to wonder if you were dropped on your head during your last mission. Maybe something got scrambled up there.

Cause the way this is supposed to go is, you be feel up on his chest, brush your ass against his front maybe so you can feel that imprint, yk what I'm sayinngg, hell, when you feeling really frisky, you'll just grab him by the junk and-

*clears throat* anyways, he ain't sign up for this!

Now he's hyper vigilant.

Checking every corner before he proceeds. Looking behind him every couple of paces. He's even walking faster to places he usual just strolls to.

The last time he ran into you, he walked with his back against the wall all the way down the hall.

You got this man feeling like he has a hit on'em!

But no worries, he'll have to let his guard down eventually.

And he does, because he currently has his back to you with his trench coat off cause he thinks everybody has gone out for drinks and food at the bar.

And he thinks you're gone because you literally waved him goodbye with the rest of the group.

But yo crazy ass circled back under the guise of forgetting something. And Enjin was hanging back cause he had an early morning with Corvus first thing tomorrow.

And by the time you get back, he'll be fast asleep.

You gone get in that butt one way or another.

So here you stand, spying around the corner of the cafe as Enjin leans his lanky ahh against the bar. None the wiser to your existence.

Now's your opportunity!

You approach him swift but quietly, locked in on the task at hand them cheeks. And you're so close you can smell'em. Him not his ass, weirdo...

And you assume the position, placing your hands together to form a finger gun.

You look up to make sure he's still distracted, his undercut looking good as he tilts his head back to take a last sip of his drink.

It's now or never bitch.

In one fell swoop, you drive your fingers up his backend, sending him reeling in front of you.

"FUCK!" is all he can get out, as he slams the bottle on the countertop while he reaches back to his hind. His big hands enveloping yours, but before he can pry you out of'em, you drive your fingers deeper.

Getting as deep as you can before he rips you away from down there.

The look he gives you when he whirls around is priceless, and if your hands weren't so occupied, you'd have taken a picture to frame later.

Saying he looks scared is an understatement. His eyes are bulging out of his sockets damn near, and they're even glowing.

Damn you scared him so bad he almost used the Umbreaker on yo ass.

But the moment is short lived, because as soon as he realizes it's you, the look of terror turns into one of confusion than agitation.

"Wha-y/n! Girl if you don't get up!"

Lucky for you though, the shock and relief that you weren't a stranger makes him loosen his grip, giving you enough leeway to break away and make a run for it.

"Y/n! Get back- Hey!"

Good thing HQ is practically empty, cause now ya'll get to play your perverted version of butt tag without interruption.

Enjin tries to tell Bro and Gris the next day, but they don't believe him cause you like to act like a perfect angel when they're around.

Semiu Grier - Hey! Pay attention to me!

One thing no one can lie on Semiu for, is being a bum that don't do her work.

She takes her work so seriously that she often takes some home so she can get ahead of things for the next day.

I mean makes sense, she can see the future gang

But that don't mean you want her to bring her work home.

That's why ya'll in this predicament right now.

Instead of your amazing, gorgeous, loving, sexy, smart, strong, gorgeous did I say that already?, girlfriend giving you her undivided attention, she's instead doing work that she don't even gotta do today!

And you've tried everything you could possibly think of to get her off that paper work that's thicker than you and her combined!

You've tried kissing her, telling her she has all day tomorrow, literally wedging yourself between her and the work she just moves you like you ain't weigh shit.

Literally everything.

Well, except your ultimate weapon.

You only use this when you're desperate, and it hasn't failed you yet. But damn it be having some dire consequences later!

But the longer you watch Semiu give your precious time and attention to a stack of fucking paper, the more amped up you get.

"Semi, come onnn, I haven't seen you all day. Let's just relax." she just stops writing and looks up at you over the rim of her glasses.

Fuck she's hot.

"Later baby." is all she says, brushing you off to get back to it.

You can't help feel betrayed, looking at the stacks of paper with disgust.

Fuck it, you gotta use the, forbidden. Technique.

"Semiu~" is all you say, and it's all you need to say, cause that tone typically means you're up to no good and she loves it when you're up to no good.

As soon as you lock eyes, you take the hem of your shirt and underwire of your bra and lift!

Your plush mounds bouncing free of their confines.

And Semiu is a weak woman, cause she can't help but look.

You stand there proud, chest puffed out as your twin peaks perk up to the cold air. Making direct eye contact with her also.

Unashamed in their nude glory.

A pregnant pause takes the room, you even give them a little shake to entice her more.

But...something strange happens. Because Semiu smiles...and then...goes...back...to work!?

You can't fucking believe it!

Your holy grail, your magnum opus, the first treasure of your holy trinity, ain't do shit to her! And it usual does!

Now you just standing there, chichas out and cold with your jaw on the floor. No, no, why, this can't be!

In a fit of rage, you pull your shirt down, not even putting your twins back in your bra properly as you just stare at Semiu in disbelief.

"So...so it's just 'fuck me' huh?" and you're crossing your arms, hurt by this abandonment. She just smiles while rest her chin in her palm.

"Yeah, when I'm done with this paperwork, it will be." and you don't wanna hear that cause you want that to be her now. Not later!

"Fine! I'll show these titties to somebody who wants'em!" you say in a fit of blind rage, turning on your heel to burst out the room.

But you should know better than to threaten to show Semiu's titties to somebody else, she don't play that shit.

And you're reminded of this quick because all you hear behind you is the flapping of paper, you turn around thinking that you've finally got a rise out of her. But she's gone.

You pinch your brows, confused, until Semiu grabs you by the chin to turn you towards her.

Her eyes glow with her jinki activated, her grip as strong as her glare of disapproval

"Try that if you want to, see what I do to ya."

Arkha Corvus - Mock interview

Corvus is a very...patient man. So he can handle your mood swings.

And he gets it, the line of work you do can be tedious and really stressful sometimes.

So he understands that you might express your stress in...unusual ways.

But this was taking the cake.

One moment you were agitated out your mind from a mission gone almost terribly wrong, to...this.

When I tell you that you're literally all over this man. I mean all over.

You might as well be this man's shirt cause you're literally crawling under his.

"My love, please. I have work to do-"

"I know. Keep working, I ain't stopping nothin~"

Mind you, you're stretching out his shirt.

Just you pressing your face up against his chest, rubbing your face all up in them titties.

Loving the warmth from his skin, melting further into him once you take a big whiff of him. Pleasantly met with his signature smell of cinnamon and coffee.

And though you're having a blast, Corvus has had to deal with bullshit all day, and a pile of paperwork so tall it damn near dwarfs him while sitting.

Seeing you does make him happy though, especially when you're feeling...eccentric.

"Love, I really have to get this work done. I don't think I can focus with yo-AH! Did you just bite me?"

"Shhhh. I'll kiss it better-"

Now he's shirt definitely stretched out cause he's reaching in there himself to pry you out of it.

Now you're boutta be banished to the couch.

Not really though, you'll just pull up a chair on the other side of his desk and ask him stupid hypotheticals and roleplay like you're giving him an interview.

"So, if you could shoot fire out yo ass, how would you use this to benefit the world?"

"You're ridiculous."

"It's a valid question though?!"

He really doesn't know what he's gonna do with you. And when he tells you that, you just tell him the answer's easy!

Just give you twenty dollars and a kiss.

Tamsy Caines - No take backs

You've been all over this man all. DAY.

Begging for every ounce of his attention and admiration.

And he's loving it. You can't tell me he doesn't like to be revered. Just look at how he acts. The fucking primadonna.

And he's been playing into it. Teasing you like it's a game to be played and won.

Acting like he's gonna kiss you only to pull away the last minute.

Acting unimpressed with anything you present him, smiling politely at you. But deep down you know he's being condescending.

Brushing off any affecting you try to give him, his excuse being that he's 'busy'. Observing his jinki like it's the most interesting thing ever.

So when the sun finally sets, he thinks you've worked hard for his attention. Being so patient and not throwing a fit, he thinks you've earned it now.

Now you sitting on his lap on a chair in your room, arms wrapped around his neck.

You try lure him into you, scratching his scalp while you take his hair down. And it works, as he lets you, rolling his eyes back from the sensation.

"You've been surprisingly good today." you don't respond immediately, just smirking down at him as you lower his guard further and further.

"I wonder what your reward should be?" he ponders out loud as he squeezes your hip, followed by him pushing his groin up into you, moving you up so your chest presses against his.

His hand move to grab himself a handful of your rump, loving how it spills from between his fingers.

"A kiss maybe?" you suggest, leaning in as your lips ghost his.

Tamsy grins slowly, knowing what it'll lead to, "Yes, that sounds right." he hums, right before closing the distance abruptly.

The kiss is ravenous and intense, as if he was the one being teased all day instead. His hands wandering everywhere.

Just before he can pick you up and move you both, you pull away, a string of saliva following.

Tamsy stares up at you from his lashes, looking dis6heveled with his hair spilled everywhere. He breaks through his haze quickly though, quirking a brow at the abrupt stop.

"What's wrong?" he ask, genuine concern breaking through.

You look down at him innocently, shrugging your shoulders as you speak, "I got what I wanted. Thanks Tamsy." you pat him and you just...get up.

When I tell you he so fucking confused.

He can't fucking believe it. He really can't fucking believe it. Did you just play him? Him?!

Tamsy takes a moment to watch you, a look of betrayal and confusion written on him as you take your work clothes off and slip into a t-shirt and some shorts.

And you just, plop down on your bed. Picking up a nailfile on your nightstand and just start filing your nails. Like that mf ain't even in the room anymore.

When he finally puts the dots together, Tamsy shoots up so fast to get to you.

But you don't blink as he hovers over you, standing directly in front of you.

It takes him gently grabbing your hand with the nailfile and squatting down to your level for you to give him your full attention again.

When I tell you this man is staring into your soul, he got a faint smile on his face but ain't shit sweet.

"What was that, love?" and the emphasis he puts on the pet-name isn't out of adoration, but you know that.

"What'cha mean? My reward was a kiss, and you gave me my kiss." now he's leaning all up in your personal space, you can practically feel his frustration radiating off of him. And you can see it too when you look down at his pants.

But Tamsy ain't no punk, so he ain't boutta let you play dumb and get away with it. He grabs both your wrist now, standing up, which makes you get up too to kneel on your bed.

"You're so right, my love. But I wasn't done with your reward." taking both your wrist in one hand, his free one slithers down to your shorts, pinching the hem.

"So will you let me finish?" he tilts his head innocently, his intentions anything but.

Gris Rubion - Improv piggy-back ride

Bless this man, because his patience is top tier.

Last night, he couldn't get you off of him! I'm talking velcro.

It's truly incredible how you can flip in a matter of twelve hours.

Hell, he even had to pry you off him so he could use the bathroom.

And as soon as he came back, you jumped his ass. Literally pounced. You took that man on the floor, if you know what I'm talking about.

But now...

You're dodging every kiss, hug, caress he's tried to give you.

He thought ya'll had a great night! So when he asked you about it, you just said "Oh I'm just not in the mood." all smiley.

And it's not the first time you've done this, so Gris knows not to take it personally, he's a grown man for Christ sake, he's got a life!

So if you need space, he'll do just that and go find something else to do.

But he'd be lying if he said he don't miss your touch and grabbing your ass.

And that's how he ended up here, lifting heavy ass crates with Bro and Delmon.

It was a last minute supply of whatever they needed. And Gris knows he's one of the only people here who an lift a ton without his back giving out on'em.

So they're just chatting it up, having a good time as homies do, until...

"GRISSSSSS! BABBY!" is all he hears echoing behind him in the halls.

You don't even give this man time to put down the boxes he's carrying before you, like a nutcase, jump on his back while you lock your arms and legs around'em.

The momentum you got from your running start is enough to make his study ass stumble.

All this man can do is steel his core and hope to dear god he don't drop both crates on ya'll's heads.

Cause if he do, it's lights out at best. At worst? Snapped necks and paralysis for the both of you.

Good for you, because by some grace of gods, all they do is wobble in his arms. Settling only slightly askew on each other.

Gris can feel his heart in his throat as he slowly puts the boxes down, and all your dumbass do is giggle while you rub your face into his hair.

"Grissssss~ I missed you." all he can do is take a deep breath. Delmon and Bro just as shaken as him.

"I missed you too baby."

Jabber Wonger - He greening out

"Baby do you love me?" stupid question. Of course he does!

And Jabber really wishes he could tell you that right now, he really does.

But he swears on his mama that if he speaks, it won't be words coming out his mouth.

An "mhmm" is all he can muster. Because the room is fucking spinning like a tire wheel on a car going 40 over the speed limit.

You don't like that though, shit girl me neither.

So you take it upon yourself to hop on top of him, and I'm not talking no little ass, cute ass hop.

You mount this mf like horse, using all your weight because with the high you on, you feel as light as a feather.

Too bad you're not. Because all Jabber feels is a metric ton crash land on his stomach.

"Say you love me dickhead." you demand, acting all cute and pouting on top of him like you ain't just assault him.

The air you push out his lungs burst out violently, so violently he ends up dry heaving into a gag.

But you pay Jabber no mind, cause you think he's being dramatic. He's not. But you think he is cause when isn't he.

"So you don't wanna tell me you love me?" and fuck he can feel a slight burn in the back of his throat.

"Babe, babe...you gotta get off m-"

"I don't gotta do shit!" and of course, because you're a shithead, you put even more of your weight down on him.

Jabber gags again, burping after. And even you can smell it.

"Damn Jabber, your breath smells like battery acid-"

"It feels like battery acid, so get-" he don't even finish the sentence.

One moment you're chillin on him, than the next he uses all his strength to throw you off him and reach for the trashbag next to his bed.

"Jabber! What the fuck!?"

You spend the next half hour rubbing his back and holding his hair while he greens out.

Follo - He call you French with how you kiss

Follo loves everything about you.

Your quirks, your flaws, your perfections, and even your shithead behavior.

And the best part about it is, he never knows when you plan to fuck with'em.

It's like a little surprise just for him.

And most of the time, you're pretty sweet about it. But this time...well...

You're both about to turn in for the night.

Just casually strolling hand in hand to your room as you talk about whatever before ya'll say goodnight and go ya'll's opposite ways for the night.

Typically cute couple shit.

As you reach your front door, you turn to Follo, staring at him with nothing but love and admiration in your eyes for your man.

He does the same, none the wiser to what you could be cooking up in that pretty little head of yours.

There's this easy silence that falls between ya'll, a sense of love enveloping the both of you.

Follo speaks first, realizing that if he doesn't leave soon, he'll end up spending the night.

"I gotta go to bed. You know, early morning." he smiles sheepishly, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles.

But before he can let go you grip on to him. Holding his hand firm in yours.

"You ain't gonna kiss me before you go?" you ask, knowing his answer already.

Follo practically beams, cheesing ear to ear as his ears start to turn red.

"Yeah, you're right huh?" he chuckles before leaning in, moving his lips slow against yours. Wanting to savor every second.

His lips are soft, decadent even, as you follow his lead, not wanting to overtake him as to not rush it.

But the night must end as both of you have early morning to rise to tomorrow, and just like how he's the first to lean in, he's the first to break away.

But you're not satisfied, how could you be? You've barely seen each other all day with all the running around ya'll had to do.

So your greed takes over as you pull him in again by the collar of his shirt. Bunching it up in your fist as you force him back towards you.

Your kiss is not gentle like his. Where he likes to take things slow, you often speed them up.

Engulfing him with your desire for more.

The moment is hot, not allowing him time to breath as you take what he has told you before is yours.

But at the last moment, right before you release him, you decide to leave him with one more parting memory.

As quick as you pulled him in, you slip your tongue in his mouth, tangling your muscle with his in a dance he's never done before.

To say he's shocked would be a gross understatement, he feels like this can't be reality. Holding onto your hips for dear life.

Just as he began to feel dizzy, you let him go. Pulling away and slowly releasing his shirt as your gaze travels from his lips back up to his eyes.

God he can feel his heart pounding. Shit, he's scared you can hear it!

And he's hopping you'll invite him in to spend the night, he'll just pry himself out of your bed half asleep for tomorrow. Hope that there's some coffee left by the time he's dressed. He'll suffer through whatever to get more of what you're putting out.

But before he can even make that desire clear, you slip yourself behind your door, leaving only half your body out of the frame.

"Bye, Follo. I love you." you say with a teasing lilt in your voice, winking before closing the door.