#follo smut

you let out an irritated sigh, “you don’t need my mouth, you want it.” you caress his balls instead, and he loudly hisses through his teeth with his eyes screwed shut, his weeping cock twitches against his stomach.

you sneer with disgust. “you expect me to give you permission to cum when you can’t even differentiate between the two?”

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆“i heard a rumor that GRIS is super vanilla during sex. i wouldn’t doubt it. he won’t lift a hand to hurt a fly.”

his patient and sweet nature is all factual to who he is a person, however there is only so much he can tolerate. overwhelming responsibilities and back-to-back raids are headaches as it is, but when you act up in the way that you do, it gives him a pass to take out all his frustrations.

smack! a sudden sharp stinging pain spreads across the skin of your ass, causing you to let a muffled whimper. your back adjusts the arched position it’s in, farthing your stomach into the mattress. gris’ warm palm then soothingly kneads at the effected area afterwards.

“you should know better than to act the way you did today. were you trying to get my attention?” his voice is authoritative, low and guttural. he doesn’t allow you to get a word in as another harsh smack lands on your ass, the sound ripples through the air.

his cock buried deep inside your wet cunt allows for lewd squelching to occur when you attempt to fuck yourself on his length. he stops you with a tight grip onto your hips. not forceful enough cause pain, but enough to feel a hefty amount of pressure against your hipbones.

he tsk at you from above, not satisfied with your greed. “do i need to teach you some manners?”

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ “ i heard a rumor that TAMSY is some kind of sex freak .. but you know it’s always the quiet ones that are the freakiest.”

none of his colleagues truly know him outside of what little he pick and chooses to share, which leads to more outlandish narratives to emerge. he won’t confirm nor deny, although that facade of his cracks so delicately during the dead of night.

the hot wax dribbles off the candle stick and lands in droplets onto your exposed tits, trailing down to your pebbled nipples. you gasp and instinctively clench your thighs together for friction, tamsy takes notice of your actions and lets out a dry chuckle, almost mocking you.

“hmm? does my angel want to be fucked?” his voice is devoid of emotion, tresses of blond hair left loose to inch down his back. a finger of his tugs on the tightly enforced ribbons that restrain against your body. a work of art his craftsmanship is, while you are his muse.

tears softly prickle in the waterline of your eyes. you’re unsure if it’s due to pent up arousal or being up on display like this, you’re slicked folds uncomfortably stick together and the dried up wax sits heavily upon you.

tamsy cocks his head to the side then captures your chin in his grasp, tilting it upwards. his eyes darken with something disgustingly sinister, “i don’t think sluts who cry deserve to be fucked.”

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ “i heard a rumor that FOLLO is waiting until marriage to have sex, he is so innocent that it just makes sense.”

he’s got everyone fooled with that boyish charm of his. from his friends to colleagues, but off the clock it’s almost sickening how depraved and perverted he is. he could fuck you for five hours straight without interruptions, if possible.

he gets off to the mundane aspects of life, curating them to fit a particular fantasy. like sneaking into your bedroom to bully his cock past your slightly parted lips and into your mouth as you’re fast asleep. getting hard from the dazed look on your face as you awake from slumber.

you stir in your sleep, feeling something foreign slowly drag in and out of your mouth until gaining full consciousness, already knowing who is it.

humming contently, you welcome him by using your warm mouth to sweetly wrap around him, cheeks hollowed out as you softly gag in intervals.

follo’s hips instinctively twitch with his set pace soon turning sloppy, “yeah that’s it, you can take it. take it all for me..”

Arkha Corvus

sometimes he lets you have your fun and other times he teases you right back like its nothing

but to you, it's quite literally the furthest thing from nothing

his teasing is so much smoother compared to yours and it always makes your chest flutter

"Well, sweetheart? You said you wanted me, so take me."

he had you sat in his lap where you were basically cock warming him, too embarrassed and too sensitive to move

his eyes are set on you with a watchful gaze, arms crossed over his chest and a smug smile on his face

when you lean forward into him and mumble that you can't because you're too sensitive his hands move to caress your hips before lifting you up then slamming you back down over his length

"Hmm, what a shame. I guess I'll have to take care of you then."

August Stilza

bye August is so easy

you can't tease him and expect him not to be ready to drop his pants at any moment

when he finally gets you under him, you're avoiding eye contact and hesitant to touch him

"Baby, don't leave me hanging! This is all your doing!"

he gives you a few kisses up the side of your face, watching it twist with embarrassment as he ruts his clothed cock against you

your legs try closing around his hips as you attempt to scootch away which causes August to whine, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in the side of your neck to keep you still

"Noooo don't run from meee!!"

he is far less focused on "punishing" you for your teasing than he is on getting off 🧍

he's just as sensitive and whiney as you are (if not more) but that doesn't stop him

Bro Santa

lowk Bro gives me brat tamer vibes

he's sweet and service top leaning but only when you deserve it

you're not getting off easy after all the teasing you do 🤷

he gives you a firm slap on your thigh, not enough to hurt but enough to get his message across: stop moving

he works his tongue over your most sensitive parts between your legs, holding them open and pinning them against the bed every time you try to wiggle away

"Be good and quit squirming for me, yeah?"

and just like always he makes you cum hard with nothing but his tongue, licking it all up before looking at you

he reads your expression for any signs of real discomfort before dipping his head back down to repeat the process until you can't cum anymore

Enjin

it's not easy to tease Enjin because he's quick to shoot remarks right back at you

the only difference is he can back it up

"C'mon, wheres that bold persona from earlier?"

he has you face down ass up with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, all while you whine into and claw at his bedsheets

every time you try to pull away/off of him he's pulling you back in by your hips so that his own meet your ass with a loud smack!

he shakes his head with a disappointed sigh when you complain about how you "can't handle it"

"Yeah you can. Just stay still for me, m'kay?"

he switches from his lazy, dragging pace to quick and brutal thrusts that may have well sent you straight through the mattress below you

he smirks down at the sight of you, crying and moaning all because he feels "too good"

don't worry though; once he's done he'll be real nice to you

Follo Tunito

he'd never seen you so shy before

he'd barely even gotten your pants off before you were a flustered mess, unable to keep still beneath him

he was almost convinced that you weren't ready or he'd done something wrong

"Hey, are you okay? We can stop if you want.."

when you explain to him that you want to continue but you're just sensitive he's a bit stunned

he does his best to be gentle with you, taking things slow and kissing away any tears that might slip from you eyes

you guys are pretty much cuddlefucking: maximum skin to skin contact and oh so sweet

his words and the roll of his hips are so gentle that it almost heightens your sensitivity

after you cum the first time he checks in with you, just to make sure it's ok to keep going

Gris Rubion

most times he lets you do/say whatever you want but Gris still has his needs

whenever your words get him particularly riled up he mutters a half-sincere apology before folding you in half

he knows how sensitive you are (hence his apology) but he can't bring himself to worry about that all too much when you've pretty much been sexually torturing him with your words/fleeting touches

the position he has you in makes it physically impossible to squirm or wreathe; he knows you and knew you'd try

he can't even bring himself to feel bad when you tell him how "mean" he's being through tears

"I know, 'm sorry love" (not really)

Jabber Wonger

straight up laughs at you

genuinely will be so mean about it

he leans back with a grin on his face, holding a firm grip on your hips while he bounces you on his lap

absolutely LOVES the way you claw up his wrists and arms while trying to wiggle away but there's no escaping Jabber

"Naaahhh, you're not getting away from meee!! You're the one who said you wanted me under you, remember?"

he even goes as far as to mock you/your moans Jabber you little shit

Jabber turns it into a game of "who's gonna tap out first" (spoiler alert: its usually you)

he keeps fucking you until your bodies are sticky with sweat and cum while you beg for mercy

Tamsy Caines

"What happened to that attitude of yours?"

he's smirking down at you as you try squirming away from him, one hand keeping your wrists pinned down and the other working between your legs

"All that talk and you can barely handle my hand/fingers? How pathetic"

most times he settles for keeping you relatively still by holding you down himself

but other times? here comes Tokushin!

that way you can't try escaping or pushing him away

he takes in the sight of you wrapped up in blue rope, your back arching off of his mattress as your legs shook

he hums in amusement, only pulling away when you really can't take it anymore

and since you did so well he'll give you a break before rewarding you with the real thing <3

Zodyl Typhon

teasing ZODYL? you're playing a dangerous game my friend

he's a pent up, ticking time bomb and when he reaches his limit he's pinning you down and fucking you like a bitch in heat

he rests his entire weight on you with a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet

"Act like a brat and you'll get punished like one, my dear."

he doesn't care if it's 'too much'; he's going to make you count how many times you've came and if you lose track you have to start all over again (and he doesn't even have a set number for you to get to...)

by the time he's done with you you're thoroughly fucked out; shaking, crying and leaking cum

DICK PICS !

The classic. Isn’t teasing, just standard. Just really wants to show you how much he needs you, how hard ‘n desperate he is for you. He’s got that big calloused hand wrapped tight around his hot ‘n heavy cock, grip firm, relentless, like he’s purposely trying to mimic the way your puffy pussy would clamp down on him. He’s holding it upright, so you can see it, every subtle curve on display, every drip of want. His tip’s flushed, little beads of smudged pre at the slit sliding slow like rain streaking a windowpane, glinting and sticky. Every line, every twitch, the impatience evident in even the way the photo is taken, urgent and shameless. The smudged shine catching the light in all the wrong, infuriating ways. Tiny imperfections, the blur of movement, it all screams need and desperation. All of it begging for attention, but still just a single text: “Really miss you.”

- Corvus. Zodyl. Follo. GRIS.

NUT VIDEOS !

He’s ridiculously shameless. Sends you a video, just over a minute long. His phone wedged between his legs and wobbling slightly, edges of the frame catching the tilt of the couch, the rumpled mess of him taking up the shot. His pants unbuttoned and boxers pulled down just enough for his fat, pulsing cock to stand proud against his toned stomach, shadows flickering over every vein ‘n twitch. He’s sloppy, audacious, bold even. Lazily stroking his cock for you, eyes half-lidded and the wet, squelching schlick schlick sounds, loud, messy—dragging your attention straight to him. Turn the volume up and you can hear the heavy breathing, low groans tearing from his throat, your name spilling out, and curses muttered like they don’t even register to him. His head tipped back into the cushion, posture loose, like he doesn’t care who’s watching. And the smirk lazily tugging at his mouth before he blows, throbbing shaft dripping white onto his hands and the fabric underneath, leaving a messy trace he’d make you lick clean if you were there.

- TAMSY. Enjin. Jabber.

AUDIOS !

Doesn’t even send nudes, just wants you to hear the power you have over him. He sends you voice notes of him fucking his fist, gripping his cock so fuckin’ tight in his hand and moaning like a bitch in heat, every groan stretching and dragging, desperate and raw. And he’s wet, wet enough that the microphone picks up the lewd, squelching sounds, every sloppy rub and slide of his hand echoing, slow, shameless and teasing. Rubs his sensitive tip with the pad of his thumb lightly, letting the wet noises carry, and murmurs into the mic, voice breaking, heavy, “Wish it was your pussy I was burying myself in right now, baby :(” His mouth is foul, completely unfiltered, every word dripping with need, ragged and rough, daring you to react. Even the pauses, the little huffs, the strained shifts of his hand—all of it, leaving no doubt how undone he is for you.

- JABBER. AUGUST. Follo. Zanka.

꩜ Corvus — 27 DAYS ᝰ.ᐟ

"Ohhh, sugar,"

He should be ashamed.

He was so close to proving himself to be the strong, composed leader he's supposed to be, but you're just—

"You're just my needy baby."

Yeeep, just that.

And Twenty-seven days.

That's how long Corvus held the line in this ridiculous No Nut November pact, his iron will tested every. single. goddamn. second.

You've been plotting his downfall from day one, with those seducting touches when passing by his office to 'drop something off', or the way you'd bend over just a little too long when 'accidentally' dropping something, your plump ass outlined perfectly in coincidentally tight jeans.

And he tried his best to get his shit together, gritting his teeth, adjusting himself not-so-discreetly in his office chair, burying the sinful ache deep, telling himself it 'built character', and 'made him stronger'.

So tonight, after nearly a full damn month of restraint, that facade of his shattered like glass falling to the ground. And what made him finally give in, you ask?

Your tears did it.

Those big, pleading eyes locked on his as you straddled his lap on the bed, grinding down with needy ruts, your soaked panties rubbing against the thick, twitching girth resting heavy right under your dripping cunt.

"P-please, Corvus," you'd whispered with those honeyed lips of yours, getting his hungry hues right on yours once your voice cracked, lips trembling in a cute pout, "Need you inside me, been way too long. J-just fuck the challenge— fuck me."

He should be ashamed, yeah. But he just can't stand seeing his sweet girl all pouty.

So, here you are.

Now, you're pressed flush against his muscled chest, your face hanging low and mouth agape, the sharp scent of his cologne forcing it's way into your nostrils.

He holds you steady, one arm snaked around your waist, pulling you close while his free hand's burried between your spread thighs, collecting your gushing juices on his meaty fingers.

"M' sorry, baby," he cooes, staring at your weeping pussy in awe, his hand on your waist now traveling up to softly pat the top of your head, musing at your wobbling lips, "Been neglecting my darlin' for wayyy too long. Gonna make it up to ya'."

Two thick fingers dare to slide inside your gasping hole in one smooth push, a wet squelch! echoing in pair with your relieved mewl. You're dripping like crazy, letting his fingers slide in and out with ridiculous ease, padd stroking that sweet spot inside you that have you bucking your hips right against his hefty cock.

And you're dripping, walls hugging those vicious fingers of his as he's curling them up, stroking your gushing spot over and over again, cooing at your mewls and wiggling squirms.

You writhe and arch, burying your face into his skin, neck straining as far back as it could go, hips bucking up to chase the delicious friction. His thumb finds your puffy clit, firmly circling while his fingers continuously pump in and out.

Your juices coat his hand and trickle down to his wrist with every harsh slam his palm lands against your cunt, all while his other hand strokes your hair soothingly, plastering kisses to your cheek and temple.

"That's it, baby. Let it all out," he says, fingers ramming in harder, even adding a third to strech you out better, prepearing you for what else he's having in store for you.

"Ya' begged so pretty, couldn't leave my girl achin' like that."

Even if it means he lost this little challenge and will have to endure some playful teasing from you later, it's—

"Soooo worth it, darlin'."

His cock throbs right under your gushing cunt, hanging heavy and swollen just beneath you, massive and veins bulging, the tip leaking pre in fat beads that smear against your inner thigh.

Those twenty-seven days of denial have left his tip an angry-red, now so close to your snug walls, jumping in joy each time your pussy drools onto him.

Your orgasm builds quick from the pent-up frustration of the month, thighs beginning to wobble, earning an amused chuckle from him.

"Gonna make you cum on my fingers first," he grunts, stroking your head again, fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your face up, eyes digging into yours, "Then I'll give my princess what she really wants."

Soon, the tight knot in your belly snaps and your pussy gushes all over his hand, and squirting your juices onto his excited girth juming below you.

He works you through it, thumb flicking your clit like he's trying to grind it down until your cheeks dampen with fresh tears.

"T-thank you! Thank you, Corvus!—"

"Mhmm, Hold that thought for later, baby."

And with that, he hoists you up by your trembling thighs, arms hooking under your knees, quickly folding you in half. Your back arches as he locks you into a mean full nelson, your arms pinned behind your head, his throbbing cock already nudging your entrance.

RAM!

His wicked hips are sudden, slamming all of his chubby inches right into you, his heavy loaded balls managing to fly and hit your clit with a harsh smack!

"Hnghhh! Fuck! You're sooo deep!"

With one crazed grunt he starts pounding, burning stretch shooting not only to your legs but also your pussy as he splits you open, his fat tip knock knock knocking at your g-spot. And he damn near cums right into you as he steals a glance to your stuffed pussy, cock hitting deep enough to bruise your cervix.

"T-take it, sugar," he grunts, eyes wide and crazed, his unsteady breath hot against your nape, "Allll of it. Been waitin' to fill this pretty pussy up for so long."

Bounce bounce bouncing you on his dick over and over again, your tits jiggle wildly with each ram, the wet and sticky sounds of skin on skin filling the humid air.

When the sound of your soft sniffles reach him over your messy and lewd whines, his gaze snaps to your face, rhythm faltering as he gawks in awe, taking you in.

"Fuckkkk, look at my pretty princess."

You're a beautiful mess with drool shining on your chin, soft sniffles spilling out, your hot tears streaking down your cheeks, and a tiny hiccup escapes when he presses a tender but nontheless teasing kiss to your temple.

"I know, I knowww— you can let go f' me, baby. C'mon."

Right on cue, your pussy clamps down like a vice, another orgasm ripping through you, your walls hugging his thick cock thight in needy pulses.

And he doesn't stop those brutal thrusts of his, continuously slamming into you, each deep dive dragging a filthy, wet squelch from your overstuffed cunt as his girth stretches you wiiiide.

Fwap! Fwap! Fwap!

The lewd rhythm echoes off the walls, your creamy cum gushing out around his pounding inches, trickling down to soak your ass crack and glaze his taut abdomen and heavy, swinging balls, his ragged groans vibrating against your neck where his mouth latches on.

He's no better off than you, sweat beading on his brows and trickling down his temple, self control completely falling apart, cursing under his breath, regretting every second of that stupid No Nut November bullshit that left him this feral.

"Fuck, pretty, gonna fill this greedy cunt up," he growls, frantic twitches of his fat cock buried deep, hooking your legs higher behind your head, "Breed this pretty pussy— yeahhh, gonna give it ta' ya'."

With one final, squelching thrust, his balls tighten against your ass, and with a breathy moan, he buries himself to your womb one last time before his cock pulses white buckets of cum inside you.

"Mhmmm," he muses, balls tightening one last time to squeeze out the last bits of cum right into you, holding you firm against his beefy chest, nipping your jaw as he resumes the light buck of his hips,

"No wastin' a single drop, darlin'."

꩜ Follo — 3 DAYS ᝰ.ᐟ

He tried. He really did.

Pushing through the first two days with clenched teeth and restraint, even though he calls your pussy a second home. And not being inside said second home, not feeling the warm, gripping heaven he became so addicted to made him feel like he's in exile.

And on day three, he couldn't take it anymore.

The painful pressure in his poor cock built to an unbearably miserable peak, cock straining against his boxers at the slightest thought of you.

The sound of the shower running in the bathroom has been pure torture, imagining the droplets of water rolling down your naked curves, tracing paths down he ached to follow with his own fingers cock instead, already sitting at the edge of the couch in only his boxers.

So much for self-control.

By the time the water finally shuts off, his hands are trembling where they grip the back of the couch, leg bouncing restlessly, and eyes fixed on the bathroom door.

And when it creaks open, steam spilling out around you, your skin glowing, the scent of your delicious body lotion already rushing up his nostrils, he already accepts his loss before he even has a chance to receive it.

Fuck holding out. He needs to touch you right now, lose himself in the only spot that truly feels right.

The moment your gaze meets his, he already feels a spurt of pre shooting out of his angry, red crown, dirtying his already damp boxers.

"Hmm? What'cha thinkin' about, Follo?"

You close the distance with swaying hips, droplets still clinging to your skin, his pulse quickening with every soft pad of your bare feet on the floor until he sinks back into the couch, legs spreading instinctively for you.

"You don't wanna know, baby."

A soft giggle escapes you at the sight of that ridiculously massive bulge straining against his pants, climbing right into his lap, your greedy pussy pressing right against his cock through the thin fabric. And you gasp in amusement as it twitches almost comically at your touch, your curious eyes shooting up to meet his when you hear his lewd whine.

"I think I already do."

A pathetic whimper escapes him at the heat of you seeping through the fabric, his hands flying to your waist in a silent plea.

"P-please move f' me," he mutters breathlessly, and your needy whimper seems to be music to his ears when the hood of your puffy clit hooks right over his twitching tip.

Rocking your hips slightly, your slick folds slide over him, and you can basically feel how it makes his head spin.

He just needs to feel you. Nothing more. There's no way he can lose the challenge with just a little touching, right?

Oh, if only he knew.

Fingers quickly fumbling with the hem of his boxers, he's lazily yanking them down with frantic urgency, shoving it right under his heavy balls, cock springing free, thick beads of pre drooling down his fat head, veins clearly standing out.

You shift just enough to let his weeping tip almost plant a kiss to your clit, only a hair's breath away from the thing he's longing for the most at the moment.

"T-thank the heavens," he hisses when your nails dig into his shoulders, drip drip dripping your honeyed slick riiiight on his pulsing girth.

He grips your hips hard, guiding you down desperatly with frustrating huffs, watching with hooded eyes as your moist folds part around his girth, your hot heat already causing another set of pre to leak from his tip.

"O-oh."

His head falls back against the couch, head spinning in dizzying circles as you start to grind down onto him, pushing his painfully hard cock right to his toned stomach, up up up, until your clit gives his drooling cock a heavy kiss.

"Fuh-fuck, yes!"

The raw whine tears from his throat, and you can only coo at how utterly pussydrunk he already is, all of his build up self control shattering under the slick pool of your pussy.

And he'd be embarrassed if not for the delicious feeling of your silken folds rutting against his cock so needily, each slick and hot slide of your greedy pussy along his pulsating cock bitter-sweet, his hips bucking upwards in a desperate attempt to slip past your gasping hole he can feel teasing the head of his cock.

You circle your hips so cruely slow, maddening grind focusing right on his swollen, sensitive tip. You're smearing his leaking pre over your clit, eyes locked on his frustratingly knitted brows and cute pouts.

"Quit teasin', baby, p-pleaseee,"

The plea disolves into a broken whine, his hands digging into your curves and his knuckles damn near turn white at his effort of not just to yank you right down onto his aching cock.

There's a teasing smile on your lips when you lean close to his face and he has to fight tears when your fingers play with his raven hair, clicking your tongue teasingly.

"But Follo, it's only been three days," you purr, voice dripping with false sympathy as you rock your hips harder, his tip now hooking into your hole before slipping right past and onto your clit again, much to his displeasure, "You're sooo needy."

Eyes glazed and clouded in lust fixate on the sight of your cunt, drooling your slick all over him, and he feels like he might explode if he has to wait a moment longer to finally sink into his favourite desire, quick to ignore your last tease.

"Yeah, three days too much," he mutters, words rushed and almost incoherent babble, head hanging low, "Never again, I swear. Never goin' that long without my pretty girl ever again. Please, just— please."

Right after those pleasing, glassed eyes oggle up at yours, you grip his hefty girth and guide the swollen tip to your spurting hole, easing down to swallow him inch by torturous inch.

"F-fuckin' finally."

Your walls clench and part around his thick length, gripping every ridge and vein as you smoothly slide down. Another loud whine shamelessly flies past his lips, hips frantically jerking up while your pussy stretches wiiiide to take him whole, until your ass wetly slaps against his soaked thighs.

"Need ya' ta' move, pretty. P-please— h-hahh!"

Words cut off and cock pulsing excitingly at your wrenching walls, his fat tip swells even more, prying you open deep inside and leaking his sticky pre to smear your cervix.

"L-like thaaaat?"

And when you finally lift your hips and drop them with a mean slam, pulling up until only his meaty head stays lodged in you before crashing back down, letting his cock knock 'hello' at your cervix.

"Fuck yes! Yesyesyes— don't stop, don'tcha eveeeer stop, baby."

And yes, he might've gone a little crazy. But he wouldn't want to change a single thing.

Leftover shower water beads on your skin, turning your tits shiny as they jiggle with each hard slam, his hands shooting up to grab your heaving breasts in a greedy squeeze, thumbs scraping over your stiff nipples before latching onto them, suckling as if he could pull milk out of them.

Well, at the end of this, he might aswell.

"Yer' sooo— nghhh!— damn addictive, angel."

And right when you feel another spurt of pre flooding your stuffed pussy, and his lewd whines vibrating against your stiff buds, you hug his cock tight, already greedily anticipating his heavy load of cum shooting into—

"O-ohhh, think m'— mhmm, gonna cum, angel."

So what if he barely lasted three days in the challenge?

If this sweet pussy of yours is the consolation he gets for losing, he'd fail again in a heartbeat.

꩜ Enjin — 10 DAYS ᝰ.ᐟ

"O-oh fuck!"

Enjin damn near sees the Sphere crack open and a choir of angels clawing for his soul the second he slams his aching cock balls-deep into your gooey pussy.

Your walls clamp around him like glue, sucking him in with those greedy wrenches that pulse like a heartbeat, wringing every inch of him for his life, because if you're being honest, you've been starving these past ten days just as bad as he had.

Sweat drips from his temple and light brow, mixing with the grime of the trash beasts he'd just turned to dust outside of HQ, muscles still twitching from the fight, worn out but still fired up to lift your leg to hook around his slutty waist, your other leg wobbling on tiptoes.

You barely dragged him into the restroom right after he stumbled inside for a quick break— ten minutes, tops, before he'd eventually have to go back outside for a mission.

And it seems that he'd make sure to make every goddamn second count, pounding into you to shoot out the load he's been building for ten days— over a full week, mind you— into your greedy cunt.

Hell.

That's what that ten-day torture of no touching and blue-balling felt.

So just imagine the hunger washing over him and blood directly shooting to his trembling cock once he spotted you tip-toeing into the restroom after he just stumbled inside.

You bet your sweet ass he stalked those swaying hips of yours, trailing right after you, chest heaving from his heavy breathing, either from his previous fight or his painfully hard cock, he can't tell.

"J-juuuust like that, baby. Milking me so good, got one heavy load for ya'."

His free hand grips your hip hard enough to make you hiss, pinning you flush against the cranky door, hinges rattling in sync with his lewdly wet pounds.

Tongue swiping at your lips, he's quick to slide past sloppily, growling against your mouth once your silky walls lock his cock tight. His hard grip on your hip and leg grows more intense as he fights the urge to already empty his hot cum into you after what? Four thrusts?

He can't even remember anything but the feeling of your addicting pussy anymore.

Saliva slicks your jaw as he nips at your lips, hips snapping forward with forceful rams, rutting his tip harshly against your womb, balls smack smack smacking against your sweat-slick ass.

"Needed this sweet pussy wrapped around me again— shiiit! Can't work— can't think straight no more without it."

"You need to rest, Enjin, j-just came back from— hnghh!"

Hushing you with his mouth, high-pitched moans spill out of you anyway as his cock fucks you dumb, the veined length scraping along your slick walls with every menacing dive.

Thumb, thumb thumb.

Your head knocks against the rattling door, and if you were in any sane state of mind, you'd probably wonder how the damn thing is still standing.

"F-fuck resting. Fuck this damn challenge. Been dreamin' of this pussy clenchin' 'round me while fightin'—," he cuts himself of with a breathy moan as he resorts to grinding right into your sweet spot now, " Distractin' me and makin' me sloppy out there. Need ta' give this greedy pussy what she's been missin'."

"Ouuhhh! We gotta stay quiet, Enjin!"

The words tumble out as half a plea and half a warning, but you already know it's useless. He doesn't even look at you. His crazed eyes are blown wide as a crazed grin twitches up his lips, oggling at the buldge appearing on your tummy with each deep thrust of his.

The smirk on his face says he's hearing you, sure, but he's not listening, cock driving deeper, the head bruising your cervix with every mind-numbing thrust that sends your head knocking against the creaking door again.

"Hushhhh, pretty", he warns, bright eyes oggling at your spasming cunt, puffy lips stretched taut around him, your juices dripping down your thighs, "She's talkin' now."

Leaning in closer, his breath's hot against your lips before he places a wet smooch to them. And you can feel that same smirk against your lips as he carelessly moans and groans as if you two were the only people in the world, "And I'm listenin' reallll close."

Oh, he's so gone.

"Mhmmm, yeahhh, missed ya' too, baby," he growls, confession directed strictly to your spurting cunt. And your brows furrow in confusion, but that melts away with another harsh ram against your womb, his fat tip rubbing against your gushing spot, forcing a choked moan from your lips as you bite down hard trying to muffle it.

Then his crazed eyes snap up, one hand leaving your hip to snatch your chin, removing your lip from your teeths grip.

"Nonono— don'tcha hide those pretty moans from me, baby."

"B-but someone might!—"

"Nuh uhhh," he tsks, placing another wet kiss to your lips before frantically searching for your gaze all while hammering his cock into your stuffed cunt, "Focus on this dick s-splittin' yer' pretty pussy open, yeahhhh?"

"Oh-ohkay! Shit, so d-deep, Enjin! Fuckin' me sooo good!"

Now you've done it.

Enjin's out of his damn mind now, brain buzzing everytime your squelching pussy robs another set of pre from him. He can feel it, feel his heavy load bubble up, threatening to shoot his all into you.

Thwack, thwack thwack!

Three more lewdly wet squelches, and he's—

"F-fuckkkk! Fuckfuckfuck!"

His blonde trail of hair tickles your clit lightly as he bottoms out, his cock swelling impossibly thicker as ropes of hot cum spew from his drooling head, flooding your gummy walls.

Shuddering violently, he's grinding deep, push push pushing to pump it all into your womb, but you just look up at him, eyes glazed and a weak but smug grin, and he exactly knows what you're thinking.

"Y-you serious?"

Yeah, actually. He can't be serious, can he? Cumming already?

God, he's feeling like some premature teen.

"Ahhh, f-fuckin' hell."

He'll never hear the end of it from you after this.

Wiping that look right off your face with one feral snarl, he's hammering harder, his spent cock still twitching as he shoves his seed to the very far back of your spasming pussy, cum gushing out around his girth, trickling down your thigh in sticky clumbs, the nasty mess only further egging him on.

Nah, he just can't let this slide.

Not when his balls are still heavy, and definitely not when your greedy pussy still didn't cum around him.

He's hooking both arms under your thighs now, hoisting you off the floor with ease, your legs snaking around his waist and wobbling at his sides as your back slammed against the door with a deafening bam!, your arms locking around his neck.

And yeah, it's fucking loud, loud enough to wake the dead. And even though you're pretty sure no one's around except for Semiu, she's bound to check in on the noise sooner or later.

But not you, neither him give a fuck right now.

You're too far gone, floating airborne while a brutal orgasm claws its way up your spine, your ankles lock vise-tight behind his back as he bounces you up and down, your body like jelly, fucking into your sopping pussy and stretching your gushing walls wide.

Your mouth falls slack, drool drippling down your chin and your sweaty forehead glued to his, your ragged breaths are crashing together in frantic huffs.

He stares at you with so much awe, hooded eyes gawking, feral fire buring in them as your pussy clamps down in a mean grip, squeaking around his pounding length while your moans fall silent, gushing slick all over him in a messy squirt.

"Nghhh! M' cuh-cumming!"

"Yeahhh, give it ta' me, baby," he whines, so utterly pussydrunk, voice cracking into desperate pleas, "Not done cummin' yet, huh? Keep on squirtin' over yer' dick reallll good, yeah? It's all yers', pretty."

Voice turning raw as your moans scratch your throat, your head's lolling back, digging into the door, your hands tangling into his golden locs, desperatly tugging at them as you ride out your orgasm, cutely rutting into his harsh thrusts.

His mouth latched onto your breast through your shirt, sucking hard in frantic search of your cute nipples, soaking the fabric in his drool like a madman, teeth nipping at your nipple.

"One more," he pants, golden eyes gobbling you whole if they could, "Got another one for ya, gonna breed this pussy till yer' leakin' for days."

Well, he's a man of his word.

꩜ Jabber — 5 HOURS ᝰ.ᐟ

It's what you expected, to be honest.

You sweet Jabber's just like that, greedy for every damn thing he craves, especially when it comes to you.

It's common sense, really.

You dangle something he wants right in front of him all day— well, only five hours, to be exact— teasing him with every gorgeous god-given-gift you got on you, and of course he hangs on like a vice.

And you best believe he'll snatch it right back, No nut november deal made or not.

Rules be damned.

And damned be you for bending over in those tiny shorts that hug your round cheeks so devilishly perfect, arching that slutty back of yours just enough to flash him a peek of your panties.

What were you even thinking suggesting a challenge like this to a sex addict like him?

He's just not built for denial. He's a raider, certified rule- and back-breaker, and now, he's done pretending.

"Breakin' the rules 's just my thing, ya know that, ma'."

"You're just a fuckin' addict— nghhh!"

"Oh? So ya' don't need this, sweets?," rough palm cracks against your cheek with a rough slap, stinging your skin in a deliciously hot red.

With his other hand, he slaps his heavy, meaty cockhead against your glistening folds, the wet smack! echoing obscenely, his amused chuckle ringing in your ear while those lilac eyes fixate on your gasping cunt, watching it spread each time he teases his tip against it.

"Don't want me to fuck ya' stupid, stretch this sloppy lil' hole out js' how ya' like it?"

You damn near hate the fact that he's right about every single filthy word slipping past his lips.

You're nodding frantically now, head wobbling like jelly, needy mewl muffled against the sheets as you grow more impatient with every slight nudge of his tip against your weeping pussy, because you really need him to fuck you right now, clit pulsating just thinking about it.

"That's what I fuckin' thought. Actin' like yer' greedy cunt ain't beggin' to be stuffed full of this dick," he muses with a mocking click of his tongue, circling your sobbing entrance with his leaking tip again, smearing your juices along his veiny girth before shoving past your puffy folds.

Nailing the bullseye on the first thrust, his cock slides straight into your tummy, teasing your swollen g-spot with maddening precision, your back arching off the bed like the bed's on fire, a sharp cry tearing from your throat.

And his eyes flutter shut once you're instantly trying to pull him in deeper with that vicious grip of yours, wring wring wringing his cock into the depths of your gummy walls.

He doesn't give you a second to breathe, just bottoms out with a breathy moan, his heavy balls slapping wetly against your swollen clit, sending an electric spark right up your spine.

"Aaaaand? Feelin' aight'?"

Pounding away, his hips snap forward with crazy force, each vicious plunge driving his cock deeper into your gooey walls, bed frame groaning and creaking under his mean thrusts, your tits bouncing wildly, nipples scraping against the sheets with every jolt.

"M-mhmm! Real good!"

You're a moaning mess now, the sounds tearing their way out, the wet and filthy squelch squelch squelches of your creamy slick gushing out to coat his cock and trickle down your wobbly thighs.

He's gone feral, hips switching between ramming and grinding, chasing the feeling of your gushy walls trembling around him, balls drawing up tight with every deep ram against your cervix.

"I bet it do, baby."

Grunting and huffing, one slender hand fists your hair in a tight yank that snaps your head back, bending your spine right into the matress, ass high on display for him to give it a quick smack!

"Thaaaat's it, ma'. Reallllll deep arch."

His other hand clamps down on your hip, fingers digging into your soft skin to haul you back onto his punishing thrusts, loud smacks of his balls against your puffy clit leaving you dizzy, choking on your own spit.

Hand snaking from around your waist to your pulsating clit, he's rubbing it in firm circles that make your pussy clamp down harder around his hefty girth.

You buck back wildly against him, grinding your ass into his pelvis to meet every thrust, whole body wobbling as that tight coil winds tighter and tighter in your gut, threatening to snap in two.

"Baby's gonna cum, huh? Holon', I'll help."

With a sudden but fluid thrust he shoves you forward with one exact ram to your g-spot, flattening your chest to the mattress, your legs splaying wide beneath him, ass still hiked up invitingly as he drapes his full weight over your back, pinning you down firmly against the bed now.

"O-oh! S' too much, toooo much!"

The new angle lets him grind even deeper, his thick cock dragging torturously along your walls, battering that gummy spot inside you until white bursts behind your eyelids and your vision blurs with tears.

"Yeah, takin' every fuckin' inch, good girlllll."

He's huffing and puffing against the back of your neck, a slim trail of drool drip drip dripping down onto your back as his eyes roll to the back of his head, completely lost in your warm, gummy cunt.

Slender arms lock around you, one snaking under your pelvis to yank your ass up higher, while the other fists your hair, yanking your head back to keep you arched for him, pounding your dripping cunt toward that building orgasm brewing deep in your belly.

"Fuckin' wicked, tryna' steal this feisty pussy from me," he's growling through brutal thrusts, and you feel his heavy tip poking your tummy, bullying against your cervix— once, twice—

"Cuh-cumming!"

You plunge straight into your orgasm, your pussy gasping and drooling of cum around him, squeezing him even deeper into you. Your voice cracks under his weight, whining from the harsh grip in your hair as your quivering pussy's locking him in tight.

You whimper and writhe, ass jiggling with every savage slap of his hips, your nails scraping the sheets as aftershocks continue to rip through you.

"Told ya, ma'. Can't keep a good man down—," his grip tightens in your hair, pulling until your back arches painfully, forcing you to take every devilish inch of him, veins pulsing against your sensitive folds,

"—or his dick, anyway."

꩜ Tamsy — COMPLETED ᝰ.ᐟ

It's been a rough month.

Well, for you, at least.

Tamsy, on the other hand, seemed to have the time of his life watching you squirm. He took a little too much pleasure in seeing you frustrated and begging for even a sliver of his attention.

And he held his ground the whole month, never once slipping into any of your pathetic little traps. Sure, there were moments he got a boner here and there, maybe even contemplated on edging himself a bit by playing with your cute pussy. Actually, more than he'd ever admit, but patience has always been his thing.

Because he knew the end of the month would come soon enough. And when it did, he'd finally get his bratty girl in check again.

Now, with the clock ticking down to the first of December, his skillfull hands are burried between your legs, fingers parting your slick folds and rubbing your clit in slow circles while your mouth works overtime on his girthy cock.

"Congratu-fucking-lations, doll."

Your nails dig into the matress as your head bobs comically, cheeks hollowed as you whine around him every time he pinches your clit and twists it cruelly.

"Lasted the whooole month without creaming yourself. Didn't think my needy girl could make it," His eyes scan your bent back, oggling at your ass that wiggles against his mean hand in the air, "Atta girl."

The praise rushes right to your cunt and you're drooling out another set of juices, soaking his fingers whole, and you mewl around his cock as he's circling your entrance with a single digit, dipping just the tip inside before pulling away.

You pull off to flick your tongue out to lap at the veiny underside before gifting his tip kitten licks to savor the salty tang, mindlessly grinning as his free hand shoots to tangle into your hair, cursing under his breath.

"Wan' your cock inside, Tamsy. P-pleaseee, been so good all month, no?"

You try to reason with him, giving him those puppy eyes even as you lick every drooling spurt of pre from his slit, shaky hands wrenching at his base to get more out.

And he thinks about it for a second, tip twitching into your awaiting mouth again, hand pushing your head down until your nose brushes his faint trail of pubes.

Nah, this is way more entertaining to him.

"Not yetttt, princess. Been— f-fuckkk— teasing me for weeks, so fair's fair."

He groans, gorgeous long hair of his falling over his shoulders as his head falls back, hips jerking as you gag around him, tip trapped in your throat. Your hands grip his thighs, nails digging in harshly as you bob vigorously, slurping messily around his girth as spit dribbles down your chin.

"Nouh fauir!"

And he laughs at your weak attempt of speaking, gazing adoringly at your stuffed cheeks while his fingers sink in, quick to rub at your gushing spot inside.

"What's that?," he taunts, continously tickling your g-spot with his slender fingers, thumb twisting down to give your puffy clit teasing circles, "Can't understand you, silly."

You whine around his cock in embarrasment, the vibration making him hiss, but he keeps on rubbing your clit firmly, and scraping your walls with his digits, then stopping right when your thighs begin to twitch excitingly.

He thrust shallowly into your mouth, fucking your face with controlled snaps of his hips, your throat bulging around him as tears pricle your eyes from the stretch.

Fingers relentlessly toying with your pussy, he's pulling his fingers out entirely to pinch your clit again, then spreading your lips to expose you to the chilling air.

"M' sorry, doll. You'll have ta' take it a littleeee longer."

Obviously, a lie.

Oh, he could do this all year if it means he gets you this cockdrunk and slutty every time.

And you're cockdrunk right now, alright.

Eyes glazed over, thick ropes of saliva drip from your chin and soak your tits, you force his meaty cock into your throat with a gurgling choke before shooting up, his tip poking the inside of your cheek as you give him a side glance with your ass wiggling against his fingers.

"Looooube it, Tamshy. Shoooo tasty."

Grabing a fistful of your hair, he's yanking your head still, shoving the swollen head of his cock right against the back of your throat until you feel it bulge your neck.

"Quit talkin' with yer' mouth full. Do I gotta ram some manners back into that greedy little skull?"

Your response is a pathetically needy whimper that buzzes straight through his jumping length, making him answer with a vicious thrust upward, slamming his cock right into the vise-like grip of your esophagus.

"Mhmphhhf!"

You gag hard, tears streaming down your cheeks as his digits rub your spasming spot inside raw, body jerking as drool and tears stream down your face, his iron grip on your head keeping you pinned, nose smashed against his faint trail of pubes.

Spit bubbles at the corners of your lips, spraying his thighs as he uses your face like some fleshlight all while pluding his fingers deep into your already spasming hole, your orgasm threatening to tear you apart any second now.

"That's it," he growls with his hips beginning to thrust up into your protesting throat slowly but deeply, tip twitching each time you gag around him, "No talkin', js' take it. This what you been dreamin' about all month, huh? My cock ruinin' that pretty throat?"

You nod frantically, or try to, but his hand won't let you move more than an inch, so it's just a pathetic bob that milks his cock further. And he dares to laugh, grinding his hips in a circle, stirring his cock inside your ravaged throat, while you spray his fingers in your juices, thighs threatening to give up on you as they jiggle like jelly.

He pulls back just enough to let you gasp a ragged breath, air whistling through your raw throat, your vision blurring from the lack of oxygen, and the sudden orgasm that he rips out of you with his slender fingers plasters your cheek against his thigh as you whine and mewl, body falling slack on his lap.

You think that's your chance to breathe, but you already catch his weeping cock pulse in your peripheral vision while your lungs burn and your shaky fingers claw up his toned abs, reaching toward his chest to—

SMACK!

Fuck.

"Chop chop, angel. Get your squirtin' in check, " he drawls, palm rubbing the welt blooming on your ass cheek, while his other pats your head like you're a moody puppy.

"Now sit that pretty pussy on my lap and let me pound you riiight into the next month."

©︎𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙎 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 2025.

Tamsy Caines - Cat

Tamsy has always been… pretentious. He held himself to a high standard. Standards so high, in fact, that he wouldn't even ask for help in his most dire situations. Even now, when he's not sure, he's ever been so hard in his life.

Heat.

Something he's been dealing with for the past week, all on his own. 

Of course, not to any decision of your own. You knew the last thing Tamsy would do was accept your help, even though he's practically bursting at the seams of his pants. 

You assumed that this would be something quick and easy. A few restful days and he'd be back to normal. And at first, that was true; things operated as normal, save for the ears and tail adorning your boyfriend's body. 

He'd lounge in random places throughout the house. Sometimes it's the window, sometimes it's at the foot of the bed. It's rare to find him somewhere, and he's not sleeping. 

But that changed recently.

Lately, he's been clingier, nose nuzzling into the back of your neck, only when he thinks you've fallen asleep. Curling up behind your back to maintain warmth.

Those are the best moments for him to … relieve himself. His nose pressed against the back of your neck; every breath in deeply intoxicating. He's done this a few times now, soft groans acting as your alarm in the early hours of the morning. He'll rut into his hands a couple times, mimicking the way you feel around him. Eyes closing as he tries to pretend, to imagine your cunt around his cock. 

And eventually, when he realizes it's not enough (it never has been), he finds other methods.

Your thighs.

Pressed together so beautifully, and just close enough to your cunt to be make him ache more. They're gentle rocks at first. Slow grinds of his hips as his cock moves in between your thighs.

Each thrust brings him closer and closer to the edge, but never quick enough. And when he does cum, your thighs all sticky beneath the oversized t-shirt, your scent clinging to the space between you, he finds himself eager to repeat the process all over again.

When you wake up, neither of you mentions it. Not directly. Throughout the day, you'd sneak in a 'I can help you, you know?' to which Tamsy brushes off with a laugh and a roll of his eyes. 

But today, he thinks he might take you up on that offer.

"Tamsy? Everything okay?" you ask, eyes trailing over his form suspiciously. He's been lying in bed longer than usual, his body completely entrenched beneath the blankets. As you approach the mound, it's eerily silent, and he's hauntingly still. You reach a hand out to pull the blanket off before you feel a faint warmth trailing up your legs. 

"Tam-"

"Shh. Please, I need to f-focus."

Confused, you peel off the blanket, and there he lies. Hands pumping his length in a tight grip. Your pillow, tucked between his thighs as his hips move along the fabric. His lips caught between his teeth, and his eyes squeezed shut.

Desperate and needy. Two words you would never use to describe Tamsy normally, but they were certainly true now.

"Well, are you just going to stand there?" he asks. He must be embarrassed, though he hides it well, burying his face into the sheets so it might somehow mask his loss of composure.

All you wanted was to take care of him, make him feel good. You didn't mind being in control if it meant he'd feel at least a little better.

But that's wishful thinking. Even like this, desperate and unravelling, you should know the blonde would rather die before he gives up control.

Before you know it, he's on top of you. Tail curved inside the space between your thighs. Your hands are forced against the bed as his weight settles over you, delicate fingers pinning your arms above your head.

"You've been bothering me since this whole mishap started. You clearly want something from me." 

You blink at him. You were the one who was desperate in this whole mess?

"Tamsy, what? I feel you at night when you fuck my thighs, you know. You're not exactly subtle," you huff, suddenly annoyed by his change in attitude. 

He smiles before he answers, peppering small kisses along your neck, then down the valley between your breasts. Stopping when he reaches the waistband of your underwear. 

"I think you've got it all wrong, my dear. You were the one who pushed back into me. You whined and cried, I had no choice but to give you what you want," he sighs, hands already moving to remove your panties. "No matter, I'm here now. I'd make it quick, though. I won't feel so generous if you keep acting like this," he huffs.

He inches towards you, his cock suddenly aligned perfectly with your mouth. One of his hands grips the headboard; the other keeps both of yours restrained. 

He eases in slowly, his tip only slightly grazing the back of your throat. He barely gives you time to adjust before his pace grows quicker, his movements much smoother as your drool covers his length. Your chokes and whines fall on deaf ears as he moves his hips, each thrust forcing his groin to your face.

"Mmm, good girl. Taking it so well. Almost makes me feel bad for you, leaving you all desperate for me," he smiles, a condescending smirk upon his face. You feel the small brush of his tail along your inner thigh. Each stroke brushing your clit with his fur. 

A hand circles your throat, and every movement is felt under the weight of his hands. Tamsy bites at his lip, eyes squeezed shut and ears twitching. His thrusts get more sloppy, more messy. What was once in-tune thrusts, perfectly timed and executed, are now desperate humps between your lips. 

You moan around him, the sheer force and speed bruising your throat. The vibrations shoot straight through his body, the feeling of your groans around his length sending him over the edge. You splutter as cock, drool and cum seep down your chin as you catch your breath.

"You poor thing. Was I too rough with you?" he asks, thumb moving to collect the dripping fluids before pushing it back in your mouth. He laughs when you don't respond, the overwhelming feeling of heat between your legs choking you up.

"N-need you, Tamsy. Please. Need you to fu-"

"Ah. Ah. Ah. Always so greedy, you should be thankful I did that for you in the first place."

Typical. He was clearly very fond of this little act he had going on, completely ignoring the way his hips were subtly rocking against you. His tail perked up, and his ears twitching with every movement.

Funny. He calls you desperate when he's the one who's clearly falling apart. 

Enjin - Dog

It's been almost 2 weeks since Enjin was hit by this "thing" —two weeks of pure hell and horniness. After a mission gone wrong, he came home like this, part human, part dog, with a tail and furry ears. And a libido as high as it gets.

You thought it was hilarious at first. When his mannerisms began to feel a little more "animalistic". Clawing at the door when you were in the shower, or smelling your neck during conversations with other cleaners. It was cute, until it wasn't. His clinginess becoming a bit more of a bother than anticipated. 

What started as teasing touches in the comfort of your own home turned to touches in the middle of meetings. His body constantly pressed against your side, hands trailing the sides of your body at every moment. It got to a point where no one wanted him around. Semiu practically begged Corvus to give him just a couple of days off until this went away. Of course, that meant time off for you, too.

It was the humping. 

It's worse now than it's ever been. Him crowding into your space, like he doesn't realize he isn't the same size as an actual dog. His grip on you is tight, body pressing into yours as if he wants to be in your skin. Light brown tail flicking behind him like it's got a mind of its own.

"Enjin, get off me-"

"Please? Last time I promise" he whines, hips writhing against you. His arms are wrapped tightly around your thigh, your body forcibly immobilized by the weight of the man on your leg. 

All you wanted was some water. It would be a refreshing drink after rounds, and rounds of sex for what feels like forever with the man wrapped around your leg. 

You'd just slipped out of bed for a drink, your throat and body aching from your earlier… festivities. Hoping for just a little bit of a break as you move around the complex on shaky legs. But peace never lasts long with Enijn.

With this heat came Enjin's intense need to breed you. Every second of every day. No matter how much you tried to get him to use a condom, it'd be off after the first few thrusts. You tried to remind him, warn him of the risks of going raw, but to him, repercussions were a problem for later.

"Looks like you're leakin', baby," he says.

Confused, you look down at your thighs. White substance dripping down the inside of your leg. Enjin moves before you have time to process, light pink tongue already moving to lick it up.

"Shouldn't waste it. Put a lotta work into that," he huffs, standing up and pressing his body to your backside. You're trapped between him and the kitchen counter, his cock pressing into your back.

"You know I didn't mean to Enj. I-it was an accident," you whine. His breath fans over your ear, then down to your neck, then he's trailing love bites down your collarbone.

"Mmm, I know. I know. But you're gonna need to keep it in there, can't have any pups goin' to waste, right?" 

Before you know it, he's easing himself back into you. Thick cock pressing inside you so naturally, like it never left your walls. Like he was made to be inside you.

"A-Ah, Enjin! E-Enjin, please," you moan, arms barely able to hold your body upright. His hips move fast, balls slapping against your clit with each rut. The bites he leaves on your shoulders are now much rougher, faint red teeth marks left all over your body. 

He trails down to your neck, tugging your body so your flush against him. 

"Don't waste it this time, huh? Fuck yer gonna be so full," he whispers, pressing a small kiss to the shell of your ear. 

Your face is glistening under the kitchen lights, small drops of sweat forming on your forehead. He watches as they trail down the side of your face before curving at your chin, some falling between your breasts, before he laps at the droplets. 

Each time his hips collide with yours, it pushes him in deeper, his tip reaching depths you're not sure it ever has before. You tighten around him as you feel the familiar sensation of your climax getting closer with each thrust. 

"Fuck, pretty, you gonna cum? N-need to feel it. Need to feel you - fuck- cummin' all over me. Please..Please?" he begs, his pace suddenly becoming uneven. His tail was seemingly frozen between his legs. 

You shiver in his hold, the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls being too much to handle. All you can do is moan as you cum, head cloudy, and the only thought on your mind is him. And how good he feels inside you.

Enjin follows shortly after, lips biting down on the nape of your neck as he tries to suppress his moans. 

After a few breaths, eases you back onto the counter, cock still buried inside you. His face comes into view as he leans over you, placing a few small kisses across every inch of your face.

"Still with me?"

"Mhm," you sigh, eyes half-lidded, your body too heavy to move. 

"Good," he whispers, thumb brushing along your cheek. "Gotta make sure you don't waste any or I'm gonna have to fuck you all over again" he says, tail moving behind him softly.

"Enjin, you're gonna do that regardless," you huff. 

"… Yeah you're right"

Follo Tunito - Otter

Follo was clingy. That was true even before this whole mess. 

He never left your side, and in the rare times you were able to escape from his hold, he'd find you in an instant. He'd whine before latching onto your back, his arms wrapped around your midsection as he presses up against your back. Whines of how much he missed you, even when you'd only step out to go to the bathroom.

No matter how close he was, it never felt like enough. He always wanted to be closer to you and inside your space.

You knew something was wrong when you got word from Alice. The infamous doctor in the Grounds. Your first thought is an injury; something terrible must've happened during his time out with the cleaners. When you walk into the ward, you're frantic. Completely expecting to see him lying down and battered, his body bruised and bloody. 

So when he's sat up on the bed, all wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, eyes glossed over and breathy, you're definitely surprised. 

His ears perk up as soon as he smells you. The sweet scent you carry around hits his senses like a freight train. 

Thump. Thump. Thump.

His tail hits the bed over and over as you approach, moving so fast that you're convinced it would fall off if it could. He reaches out for you, bringing your hand up to his face and nestling into your palm. 

"I missed you. M-missed you so much, don't leave -hic- d-don't leave me again," he cries, tears spilling over his cheeks into your palm. His whines continue as he embraces your hands, dragging himself along them as if he wants to sink into your skin.

"What the hell am I looking at?" you ask, eyes trained on the man. Alice wastes no time shoving a bottle in your hands, the bright red label reading 'Estrus Blockers,' written in white.

"Wha-"

"TAKE THIS AND GET OUT! I DON'T HAVE TIME TO DEAL WITH THIS WHINY TWERP ALL DAMN DAY," she yells, already pushing the two of you out the door. There's no time to ask questions anymore; the door slammed shut in your face as you were left outside with the black-haired man. Your eyes search the bottle for an explanation, the only thing you're really able to put together is 'heat', and something about biology and instinct. 

Oh. Oh.

The first few days of the pills worked wonders, but this heat was running way longer than anybody had planned. 

You notice the pill bottle is empty after waking up from a nap with Follo, his limbs entangled with yours and his body exceedingly close. Somehow, you make it out of his grip, his body twisting and turning at the loss of comfort. 

You'd be quick; the ward was close enough. You'd just grab the refills and come right back. He wouldn't even notice you were gone. 

Oh, how wrong you were.

"Where are you going?" he says, hands snaking around your waist, and his head resting in the crook of your neck.

"We ran out of pills, I was just-"

"Do it later," he huffs, turning your body so it faces him. He doesn't wait for you to respond, already pressing his lips against yours in a heated kiss. "Need you, now"

Your body tenses at his words. Shoulders lifting as he trails kisses down your body. His mouth latches onto your sensitive nipples, tongue flicking against the swollen nubs. His hand fondles the other, squeezing it tightly before latching onto that one too. 

Your body's already sensitive, the small bites he left on your chest earlier becoming sensitive again as he licks the wounds. His hands fuss with the buttons on your pants, fingers rubbing small circles on your clit. 

"Mmm F-Follo, w-wait 'm still sensitive," you whine, hips moving to try and escape the overwhelming pleasure. 

"I-I know, j-just need you so bad. Please? Fuck, you're so beautiful," he whimpers. Trailing a finger down your centre and moving it to your clit. He rubs small circles on the nub before moving to your hole. His fingers collecting your slick along the way as he presses two fingers inside you.

You feel your core tighten as his fingers pump inside you, eyes shut and breaths heavy as you feel yourself get closer by the second. Thick fingers drag along the inside of your walls, hitting that sweet spot inside you with each pump.

"G-gonna cum, Fo - fuck -"

"Yes, pl-please. Cum on my fingers, do it. Can't wait a-any longer, p-please," he whines, his fingers already moving to collect your juices before bringing them to his mouth. Sucking on his digits so he can savour the taste.

"Taste so good. Need t-to have this all the time. Need to taste you," he says, eyes wide and glossed over. But you know better than to believe the act. 

Follo may look sweet, but you know he's just trying to compose himself before he absolutely ruins you. 

He turns you around so your body is pressed against the door, bringing a hand to your stomach, and pushing down slightly onto your womb. His tail moving a mile a minute.

"Gonna feel me all the way in here, pretty. God, I can't wait, just wanna be i-inside you. You gonna let me fill you up? P-please let me. L-let me fill you up, please."

You shudder at his words, eyes closed in anticipation and want. His body is pressed against yours, thick bulge pushing against your backside. 

When he pulls his cock out of his pants, you're surprised. His length flicks against his stomach, his tip a flushed shade of red. But it's the sight of the white substance that drips down his body that catches your attention. Sticky droplets collecting at the base.

Your eyes find his; he looks insatiable. Pupils blown and tears forming in his eyes. The kind of look that meant trouble, the kind you wouldn't walk away from unscathed.

And you're not sure you can keep up.

Zodyl Typhon - Wolf

It's been days. 

Days locked in the bedroom with your husband, now turned... wolf? When he came back from the expedition, he seemed normal, but he definitely didn't look it. Gray tail and matching ears present on his body. 

At first, it was easy to ignore, still the same man you fell in love with, just with a few … extra features. He still spoke with the same gentleness that he always did, his hands still finding comfort somewhere on your body, no matter where you might be. 

But what did change was the way he looked at you. 

It was primal, hungry. Like something inside him was just dying to break free. 

The door to your shared room was almost always closed, but not because you couldn't leave. Just that he wouldn't let you. 

When you lay down with him the first time, you should've known there'd be no escape. Not unless you wanted him to follow you around like a lost puppy. Even the bathroom wasn't safe; if you managed to slip out while he slept, he'd search the house for you, the door handle turning as he tries to enter the room.

"Why's it locked?"

"Zo, I'm just using the bathroom."

"I can help you. Let me in."

As soon as you exit the bathroom, he's picking you up. Carrying you back to the nest of pillows and blankets you've been trapped in the last few days. His nose nuzzles into the back of your neck, big arms wrapping around your body tightly.

"Stay," he'd mumble, eyes growing heavy as he drifts into slumber. 

After a while, you feel heat coursing through your body. The mix of blankets and his body is causing you to overheat. You squirm in his hold, hoping to put at least a little more distance between the two of you. A thin layer of sweat is starting to form on your forehead. But it's useless.

"Zo-' you start, but it dies on your tongue when he presses his face deeper into your neck. 

"Mmm, you smell so good," he says. A low rumble sounds from his chest as he takes in deep breaths of your scent, sharp claws poking your skin where they hold on to you tightly.

His grip tightens around you, eyes squeezed shut, but this time it's not because he's tired.

And that's when he takes over, - your face buried in the nest of sheets beneath you, hands held tightly in his as he moves his hips against your body.

"Z-Zo- Please," you beg, arms pulling from where they're held in his grip. Your face smashes into the pillow repeatedly, each thrust forcing your body deeper into the fabric. He holds both of your hands in one of his, the other finding its way to your hair before giving it a rough tug. His pace is unrelenting, hips colliding with yours, pushing himself in deeper with each thrust.

He leans his body over you, hips pressed against you as you crumble onto the bed. His large frame makes it almost impossible to move; your body trapped in a constant state of pleasure and overstimulation.

"'Mine. A-all mine," he mumbles, lips pressed against your shoulder before he gives it a harsh bite. You moan into the pillow, the feeling of his cock dragging along your gummy walls sending your mind into overdrive.

"Zo, slow down. 'M n-not going anywhere," you whine, tears spilling over the apples of your cheek and into the nest of sheets beneath you. He presses his lips to your face, kissing away the tears that dare to spill from your eyes. 

He groans when he feels you squeeze around him, eyes shut tight and brows furrowed as he tries not to lose himself. The sight of you all teary-eyed and completely overwhelmed beneath him almost made him lose control. 

All you can do is moan, the feeling of him inside you, his tip kissing your womb with each thrust, it was breathtaking.

"F-fuck g-gonna fuck y'so full. Wanna see you all full, wanna know that I'm the reason you've got trouble w-walking. Is that what you want? Please. Tell me I can, sweetheart," he says, but it almost comes out like a whimper. 

Zodyl Typhon, the big, strong man you get to call your husband completely falling apart just from the feeling of you.

The coil inside you snaps, your heat spasming against his length as you cum. He follows suit shortly after, warm streams of cum flooding your womb with one final thrust.

You both lay still for a moment, the weight of his body suddenly becoming much more present than it was before. His chest almost feels stuck to your back, a thin layer of dried sweat and musk holding the two of you together.

"So good. Did s-so good, baby," he mumbles, already moving to pull himself out from between your legs.

But he can't.

"Zo, baby, pull out"

"… I can't."

"Zodyl Typhon, you did not just knot me."

"... I love you"

── ⟢ 𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏

✧ Enjin is somewhat quiet in bed. Not to an awkward extent, but he's also not moaning much.

✧ He is a yapper though.

✧ That being said, he enjoys to talk you through it, praises you, degrades you a little if you're into it, compliments you about how beautiful you look for him, how well you take him, how good you make him feel.

✧ You're into guided masturbation? Perfect. He loves instructing you and talking you through it.

✧ If he's not busy talking, he is more of a heavy breather, the occasional small moan or grunt slipping if you clench around him and / or if he's sensitive.

✧ When he comes undone, he moans but it's a low, rumbling kinda moan, eyes shut tightly from the pure pleasure running through his veins.

✧ If you wanna make someone jealous, he's not above moaning obnoxiously loud so everyone can hear tho, so be careful what you wish for.

── ⟢ 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒔

✧ Gris is also relatively quiet in bed, but he's not holding back any sounds, he will most definitely let you hear how good you make him feel.

✧ While he doesn't yap much, he praises a lot or curses under his breath. He will tell you how good you make him feel, but never in a degrading kind of way.

✧ Consent king!! He does ask if it's okay to touch you and what you want.

✧ He absolutely loves to call you pet names if you're fine with that, and he gets a little possessive if you two are in a committed relationship - makes sure you know that you're his special someone by calling you things like my love, my perfect partner, my sweet.

✧ His moans are usually deep, but if he's holding back so you get to release first, they can sound breathy and sometimes a little desperate too.

✧ Shortly before he releases, you can hear him mumble something like "oh fuck" under his breath before a rather strangled moan falls from his lips.

‎── ⟢ 𝒁𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒂

✧ At first Zanka is awkwardly quiet, too much in his head about how he sounds and looks, making him look rather angry as the awkward silence on his end fills the room.

✧ You can clearly tell that he's holding back because you did hear him whimper softly once in the shower when he took care of his morning wood.

✧ When he's more comfortable with you / after you encouraged him not to hold back he's more vocal.

✧ Not a yapper at all, might whisper things under his breath or curses at how good you make him feel - he's quite literally losing his mind when you please him.

✧ His moans sound so CUTE!!

✧ It's rather small moans but they sound kinda needy and the little gasps whenever you clench around him!! It makes you wanna eat him up.

✧ If you want praise or degradation he needs a while to warm up to it, but he will tell you everything you want to hear and more.

✧ The more comfortable he feels with you, the more vocal he gets. His small moans turn into groans and grunts and he's not scared to moan into your ear when he releases either.

── ⟢ 𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐

✧ Follo tries to hold back any noise out of fear you could judge him at first but when it's getting awkward he tests the waters with harsh breaths and mumbled curses.

✧ Once he realized that you clench around him every time he makes a noise - clearly enjoying it - he feels like he can really let go.

✧ His moans are rather sweet, a little high in pitch mixed with small whines and whimpers.

✧ Actually, a lot of whimpers, sometimes followed by a drawn out fuuuck or a sloppy kiss.

✧ He does blush when you please him and he starts whining because it makes him sound desperate and needy - but that's exactly what he is when it comes to you.

✧ Follo is also a yapper! He does it out of nervousness and the need to reassure you somehow. He asks for consent a lot and if you like what he does if he's doing anything new.

✧ Will also occasionally praise you, but most of the time he whispers small thank you's when you make him feel oh so good.

✧ When he releases all you can hear is a little "Ngh" before a whiny sigh escapes his lips.

“F-follo..! Mmn..” You can feel your boyfriend’s pretty cock dragging in and out of your tight pussy, pulling moans and whimpers out of you. You delicately place your hand on his neck, pushing his head down just enough to rest his forehead above yours.

“Are you feeling good? I-i can slow down, or go faster.. Just tell me.. f-fuck..” He says, making sure you were doing okay. He let out small whimpers as he got closer, his thrusts getting a bit messier as well.

You nod in response to his question, letting out another moan before pressing a kiss to his jawline, to his cheek, and lastly on his lips. Follo let out a small laugh in between moans and kissed you back. The sounds of your wet pussy squelched with every thrust. Follo’s hand reached up to your tit, circling his thumb around your sensitive nipple. You automatically let out a sound of pure bliss, your pussy clenching tightly around his cock.

The action makes Follo drop his head down beside yours, which gives you yet another opportunity to kiss him. You turn your head toward him, and the moment he looks back at you, you pull him into another kiss. He quickly melts into it, his hand coming up to cup the side of your face before finally pulling away. You whine at the separation but recover as soon as Follo pulls out almost all the way only to slam his cock back inside your warm cunt.

“Mm.. ‘m gonna cum Follo!~” You moan out, your nails digging into his shoulders just enough for him to feel the pressure. You pull him into one final kiss, and his thrusts quicken just enough for your orgasm to feel angelic. Right on time, he pulls out and cums all over your thighs with a whimper escaping his mouth. After catching his breath, he looks at you and lets out a small laugh before speaking.

“..Do you realize how many times you kissed me?” He asks.

“I guess I didn’t..”

My first time writing smut and I lowk had no idea what I was doing LMAOO