#gingin buzz

he was unable to stop himself the moment he finally caught you. he's seen you a few times, lurking around for treats and for the water of the valley. since then, gin's grown a lustful taste for you, wanting you more than he could bare.

the choked whines echoed deep in the forest. gin slammed his hips into the pudgy skin of your ass; his own hips not even faltering the slightest despite your squirming.

he had you bent, cheek pressed against the bark of an old tree. it hurt so bad, yet you were too cockdrunk to even fathom the pain you felt. it was difficult to when his blushing head constantly pounded that spongy spot inside you.

you gripped onto the lower tree branches, crying out and letting out pitched moans. gin grunted, halting his pace slightly to lower himself. grabbing onto the back of your knee, he hiked it up so it was to his hip level. this angle allowed him to drill his greedy cock deeper & faster inside you.

"ngh—! ah! rr-right there!" you cried out, feeling him practically in your lungs. you began to squirm again, the pleasure to overwhelming to continue to bare for more than a minute. drool escaped your parted lips, eyes crossed as you were forced to take his ruthless thrusts.

the whole time, gin stayed silent. only an occasional grunt and mumble escaping his lips. his mind was fixated on watching the way your walls sucked in his cock, begging for more like a slut. but his wide eyes always drifted back to the round ball of fur just above your ass, trembling with need. "p-pleaase~"

wanting more of that feeling, gin snaked his free hand to your nape, reaching until he felt the fur of your ears. without thinking, he began to pet you softly, blissfully unaware of how sensitive you are in that area.

a loud sob escaped your lips & before you even felt it coming—clear liquid began to gush out of you. your toes curled so hard, the sensation so overwhelming you felt it in your fingertips. it was quiet for a while, before a loud and long whined released from your glossed lips.

your body shuddered, squirming recklessly as you tried to jump away from his pounding cock. he was still fucking you so rough, petting you through your harsh orgasm and not stopping. when you tried to run, gin grabbed your hips. he lifted you from the ground, pulling you away from the tree so you had no leverage. you folded over, your eyes meeting the ground as you desperately tried to run from the sensitivity.

gin couldnt give a fuck, throwing his head back as he slammed his hips even harder against your ass. he didnt care that you squirted already, he finally had you and he was gonna milk it.

he never meant it to be. gagamaru was never exposed to any kind of pornos. whenever there was a romantic moment in the manga, he'd skim past it to see fight scenes faster. the only actual sex he'd see was from the animals he'd prey on.

he's seen bears do it from behind, deers humping in the woods, wolves going hardcore doggy style mid-howl. none of it looked gentle. the concept of human-intimacy? never questioned it. always just imagined it was the same as animals.

so when he first met you, of course he fell in love with your beauty, but also in love with how knowledgeable you are. there was one moment when the two of you were kissing. now gagamaru doesn't get horny so easily. when you guys were lip smacking, the tension got heated yet gagamaru didn't catch on what it was leading to.

it was until you made it clear of your intentions. when you stood and undressed in front of him to let him know what you want, he went feral.

gagamaru practically jumped at you, his tall figure forcing you onto the floor. you yelped, eyes widening at his intensity already. his strong hands grabbed your waist, forcing you to turn around. he pressed your breasts against the hard floor, not caring for your comfort because frankly his only idea of sex is slam and go.

the wind was knocked out of you, bracing yourself on the floor. your back was arched, legs spread. you decided maybe it was okay for it to start off like this. after all he is a man, he might've had urges—just never had something to get rid of them.

kinktober

you've lost count of the rounds. your whole body was slicked with a thin sheen of sweat, relentlessly rocking with each pound of gin's hips. you sobbed out with each kiss of his tip against your womb, clawing at his back. "g-gin.. gin—please—j–just a break—!" 

it was hard to speak in between thrusts, in between moans as you babbled incoherently. he was in a frenzy, just had won a match and was still pumping with adrenaline. he shudders, before letting out a long groan. "but you feel so good." his voice was tight, drilling his cock further into your soppy cunt. 

"ju—st one..more." he panted out. he;s said that three rounds ago and yet you could still feel the energy streaming through his veins. since then, your moans quickly converted into hiccuped sobs. "ss—slow haah down!" you cried out, feeling your nth orgasm wash over your entire body. the aftershocks hurt, eyes rolling back when the sound plap! plap! plap! filled the room. your juices gushed out when he placed two firm palms over your stomach and pressed.

you hands flew to his shoulders, gripping for dear life at the sudden pressure. the pleasure began to grow overwhelming, your sobs growing louder but that only drew gin further. 

" 'ts too much! please!" your back arched even further, squirming on the damped sheets for life. 

his grip only tightened rougher, broad frame caging you in. his breath ragged heavily, chest heaving against your naked one. his lips brushed against your ear, moaning deeply. “don’t run.. don’t—haah—run from me..” he practically whined into the crook of your neck when your cunt tightened around him, suffocating his cock for all he;s worth. 

your thighs trembled, squeezing his hip with your thighs when his sounds turned you feral. you pushed at his chest, every nerve in your body screaming. the brute force of his hips was causing your eyes to roll back even further. he growled low in his throat, not in anger, but in the same wild hunger that had carried him through his victory. one that was determined, pressing harder on your stomach so you feel all of him. determined to make you cum again, and again.. over and over until all you could cry was his name. 

and it worked. every brutal slap of his skin against yours stole the breath from my lungs, replacing it with the squeal of one syllable.

the pressure only swelled when he pressed harder, feeling him everywhere. he turned his head back to watch your face twist and crumble. he could only groan, the one that shudders to let you know he was close. dangerously close, and so were you. 

your nails dug into his shoulders, half in protest, half in need, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes. the bed rocked violently beneath the both of you, his pace only faltering when your walls clenched down hard, squeezing him in a vice grip. 

he dug his face into your neck again, bringing a thumb to circle your clit roughly. you yelped, walls fluttering before the both of you got pushed over the edge. a loud whine left the both of your lips, lips trembling as it crashed down hard against your spines. he spilled his hot seed deeply inside, pushing out the past cum that he dumped dumped inside already.

his gasps were shaking, hips rolling as if he couldn’t bear the thought of stopping—dragging you through yet another wave even as your body twitched in overstimulation.

he panted heavily, before whispering against your skin.

"one more.."

kinktober

heavy breathing fogged the room practically, trapped in between two broad bodies. it's the kind of air that makes your skin tingle, goosebumps littering your body in the most uncomfortable way possible.

your body is sandwiched between them, practically suffocating from the heat they radiated. gin hugged you from behind, pressing moist kisses across your shoulders and blades, while aryu ran his hand through your hair.

"you'll make me look divine.." he murmurs, eyes glinting. he tilted your head up with a tug to your hair, smirking down on you. gin;s breath is already ragged, getting impatient with a mixture of possessiveness. his fingers curled around your waist, trembling with restraint.

"she's mine too," he spoke lowly, voice rough with need. he dragged his lips along your neck, teeth grazing. "not just yours, aryu."

aryu chuckles deeply, smug while he brushed his lips across your parted lips. "we can share. though, i do wonder who she'll crave more. me. or the wild animal."

"a—ah—gin! wai—hmmph!" your mouth was clogged with aryu;s warm heat. aryu had his hand tangled into your hair, plunging his cock into your mouth repeatedly. your words were drowned out as you gagged around his large length, so were your senses when you can barely breathe. he still wore that same, infuriatingly smug smile, cock glistening as your lips stretched around him.

"mm... yes, like that. you look so much more divine like this." he purrs, forcing his cock deeper if it even can. his flushed tip knocked onto the back of your throat, causing a pitched groan to escape his lips.

"don't rush. perfection takes time."

meanwhile gin hovered above you, and he doesn't do slow. his massive hands had your thighs pinned to your knees as he drives into you hard enough to rattle the bed frame, sweat dripped down and onto your skin. the way he groaned was so raw, unpolished, like each thrust was sending him over the edge again and again.

"too—tight!" he pants, voice breaking as his cock dragged your pulsing walls. the force of his pounding hips caused aryu;s cock to dive deeper, intoxicating all your senses. you choke, tearing up from the overwhelming pleasure gin was delivering. aryu can only moan.

"beautiful," he sighs, tilting his head up as his mind spins. "two men—using you... yet you manage to look so—ahh!—stunning. gagamaru, darling, don;t stop."

"i;m not—stopping," gin growls deeper, the mattress squealing below his weight as he pounds you even harder, his muscles straining. you cried out, back arching in deep euphoria. he was fucking your cervix open, forcing your cunt to memorize his glorious size. your throat ached, for more or less, while your insides pleaded for more.

your body began to shudder uncontrollably. aryu;s taunts so smoothly while gin coax you through your earth-shattering orgasm. white flashes your mind, eyes rolling back as your cunt squeezed him like a vice with a loud sob.

you creamed around his cock as he still rammed inside you through it. all the way into pure overstimulation.

you;re a trembling, soaking mess on the bed. aryu can't help but smirk, petting your head while gin finishes stuffing you full of his spunk.

kinktober

bachira must've been the devil on gin's shoulder. "it'll be funny.." he promised, twirling a piece of gin's hair. his grip was sharp as always, cheekily giggling. "hide under her bed. when she comes in, pop out and scare her!"

recently, you and gin have been struggling. your studies and his focus on soccer was hard not to ignore when the two of you rarely talked anymore. when asking his teammates for help, bachira should be the last person to take advice from.

now he laid under your bed. gin, ever the gullible giant, agreed. though he struggled. the space was too cramped, dust circling his nostrils. and the faint humming of your ac reeled his mind into a deep sleep.

he didnt wake up to your footsteps, or your voice on the phone. no, it was something much more softer. it was from you, your voice barely there but in the quiet room was the loudest thing yet. broken whimpers, silent moans and the faint creaking of your bed. all with his name tangled in between.

his eyes immediately snapped open, staring at the full body mirror that was placed conveniently in front of your bed.

what he saw may be close to the entrance of heaven.

you, sprawled out across the sheets, hands between your thighs that moved in a slow circular motion. your face was flushed, lips swollen from biting so hard. the way your lashes kissed your cheeks, or the way your body twitched whenever you managed to hit that sensitive area.

gin;s throat went dry automatically, eyes practically bulging out. whilst something else was bulging. gin always rocked a half-chub, but the sight of you being so intimate alone made him hard as a brick. it strained uncomfortably against his shorts, feeling the tip already drooling when your moans picked up in sound.

it was half his fault when he felt it impossible to rip his eyes away. he couldnt blink, cant even breathe—only watch. every arch, every cry that was too loud, sent his brain into a frenzy. the slick sounds filled the empty air until he can practically smell it.

he wanted to look away, give you privacy, but he laid flat against the floorboards. his heart thundered while a heat coiled began to form in his lower stomach. he was unconsciously humping the floor, gripping his hair and tugging to maintain peace. his teeth sinked into his lower lips to conceal the guttural groans that threatened to spill.

yet he continued to watch.

his hips matching the pace of your ruthless fingers. "ngh—haah—gin!" you'd cry out, curling forward when you felt the familiar tightness in your stomach. his eyes squinted, sweating as his hips rocked faster now, not even wanting to match your pace when he desperately needed to cum. and you did too, the build up so overwhelming.

you flick your fingers faster, hiccuping when you began to buck your hips into your fingers. "fuuuck—i'm cumming!" your body seized up, toes curling hard into the sheets as you choked on your moans. the heat in your stomach snapped all at once, white—hot pleasure becoming overwhelming when it reached your fingertips. your thighs trembled as slick gushed over your fingers—yet your fingers never came to a halt.

only did they stop when you heard a quiet groan below you.

gin's eyes practically crossed inwards, feeling his spunk pour onto his shorts (cus he doesnt wear boxers). his body twitched badly, still trying to watch you. he jerked his hips forward helplessly, muscles going taut as he fought not to make a sound. but he did a poor job at that.

"gin?"

when gin first admitted he never felt breasts before, you were both baffled and enthralled. when you think about it now, what would you have expected from this man.

a month could have gone by and you two are out camping. he could be spooning you from behind, his nose nuzzling into your nape when his hand began to drift.

his hands hovered over your breasts before mumbling in a tired voice. "can.. i?" he voice vibrated against your skin. you began to nod slowly, wondering where exactly it would lead to.

when he laid his hand flat on your breasts, you slightly tensed up from the contact. his hands moved as if he's handling something sacred and practically fragile.

his quiet exhale let you knew that this wasnt drifting into sex or anything under that. it was him touching breasts for the first time and instead of getting horny, he felt relieved.

since that night, you came to a conclusion that the only times he's fondled your boobs were because he desperately needed stress balls.

or just because he needs to put his hands on something to stay relaxed in general.

you could be playing a video game, headset on and everything. your fully into it when gin walks in. he said nothing, just lifted off the couch so you can sit between his legs. his chest was pressed against your back. his hands creeped under your his tshirt.

and that's how it would be for the rest of the time you played. his roughened palms lazily fondling your boobs from under your shirt. not sexual or anything like that, because his forehead rested against your nape during it to signal that he's close to falling asleep.

then comes those times where you two decide to take a bath with each other. his harsh football training and your studies, you both desperately needed a relaxing alone time.

again, your back was pressed against his chest. whenever the two of you had times like this, it was always filled with chatter. you liked feeding information to gin, and gin loved it when you would explain stuff without making him seem like a complete idiot.

so this one time you were rambling, his hands shifted towards your breasts under the water, cutting you off. "is this.. okay?" he asked quietly, not wanting to disturb you any further.

you nodded, silent. the water rippled at every movement of his under the water while you continued to rant.

"they float.." he'd mutter.

when gin comes back from his games, still pumping with adrenaline and needing more balls to deflect, why not the globes that lay on your chest?

you can be laying down, him on top of you with his face in your neck and his hands practically massaging your tits. rhythmic motions, no words, just heavy breathing.

one time you offered him stress balls, but you found them ripped apart and buried poorly two days later.

one time ego had given gin a call about his recent performances. gin felt so bad about him that during the call, he had one hand on your right boob and the other one still holding the phone.

he was attempting to relieve embarrassment, stimulating himself from being upset any further. "mhm.. yeah.. okay."

now that it's been discussed that gin does boob fondle to stimulate his anxiety and embarrassment, i guess there comes those time where he desires more than quick rubs and squeezes of the pudgy skin.

when gin wraps his lips around the sensitive nub on your skin, it's mostly birthed from the desire of release.

again, you could be lounging around until gin climbs on top of you, grabbing the collar of your tshirt before bunching it up above your breasts.

you never asked what was troubling him when he did this, knowing that he would prefer not to mention his problems but instead use your breasts as a relief. not that you had much problem with it, you allowed it all the time.

it was a constant pattern. he'd suckle on your nipple, eyes closed with deep inhales to relax. the pink muscle inside his mouth twirling around the perked up bud, nibbling softly.

times it was meant to let out some built up steam, but the sensation was too much to not let it drift into something more.

he was propped up with pillows, laying on his back with his feet planted on the bed. you laid on your side, breasts to his face with the other hand stroke tortuously slow.

so much pent up frustration as a goal keeper, this was practically his breath of fresh air.

he'd smother your boobs with kisses and licks, always grabbing a huge whiff any moment he can. his hips would buck against your fists, nearly using it as a sex toy with how rapid his hips move against your palm.

his chest heaved with each movement, he needed to breathe but he;d rather not with the way he dug his nose into the valley of your breasts.

every sound he makes his muffled against your skin, vibrating goosebumps into your arms. your wrist continued to twist, your free hand running through his hair for comfort.

every harsh twist of your wrist, his hips would jerk, abs tightening under his shirt with a mumbling groan of your name. you kept the pace steady, milking him with slow and sure strokes,

his breathing quickened, soft moans escaping his spit-coated lips, signaling his orgasm approaching.

his whole body stiffens—his mouth sealed roughly around your nipple with a pull. his body shuddered intensely, hips stuttering until ropes spilled over his hand and shirt when he deeply moans into your skin.

you slowed your strokes, coaxing the last few pulses birthed from his cock. his lips let go, panting heavily. his hair draped over the bed, creating a halo above him with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

your body shuddered on his lap, lips ghosting over his. your breaths practically mingled together, feeling the heat of each other's bodies. you didn't shake in fear, you shook in need.

your delicate hands clutched onto his broad shoulders, the cotton tail twitching at each sweat that met your fingertip. every instinct in your body screamed that this—this big, stupid, adorable wolf—was the one. the one you were supposed to let knot you. fill you. breed you.

but he sat frozen.

gin sat back against the den wall, his ears twitching with his claws digging into the fur beneath him as if he was gonna fall apart. his cock—thick, red, heavy, pulsing—was pressed against your slick folds, not even in yet and he was already sweating.

" 'm gonna— hurt you," he muttered, voice strained with need and overwhelming heat. "you're so small, i.. i don't wanna— fuck."

you rocked your desperate hips slightly, causing a guttural whine to escape his parched lips. his hands automatically flew to your hips, holding you in place above his aching erection as his claws flexed.

"gin," you whispered sweetly, lips brushing the tip of his ear. "my body's made for this. you know that, right?"

his eyes fluttered. "but—"

"meant to take you. all of you. to be bred by you."

he let out a quiet growl in response, his control molding thin.

you shifted slightly again, causing his breath to hitch when you began to line him up with your entrance. "please, please. make me full. stuff me. i want your knot."

and that was it.

he slammed his cock into you like instinct took over. the stretch made your vision blur, his length thick and unforgiving, splitting your wide open as your walls clenched down hard. you gasped, fingernails digging into his chest as your legs trembled around his hips.

"oh fuck—fuck—y–you're so tight," he whined, forehead pressed to your shoulder. "you're squeezing me so—shit—i'm not gonna last.." he whispered against the sweat of your skin.

you clenched harder, grinding your cunt down. there was an obvious bulge to your stomach from his size. "then don't."

his rhythm turned feral. the den filled with the slick, messy slaps of him pistoning up into you, trying to go deeper despite him drilling a spot in your stomach. he was rutting like it was the only thing he was made to do. your body squelched out lewd noises, spit-coated lips babbling incoherent words of praise and beckoning.

every time he bucked his hips, filling his cock to the brim, your juices leaked and created a puddle of your mixed releases. "gonna fill you," he panted.

"wanna knock you up. wanna make you round. you want that? you wanna carry my pups?" he stared up at your expression. your tongue lolled out, ears twitching at each nudge of his bulbous tip against your womb.

"y-yes—yes baby, please—"

his knot swelled up and you squealed, unable to move, stuck on him as he buried himself so deep you swore you felt him in your lungs. he pulsed, groaned, and with one final rut, spilled everything inside you. hot. endless. sticky. filling your womb over and over as your stomach pushed out as if your body couldn't hold it all.

you twitched in response, tail buzzing with excitement. gasping, ruined—and he held you tight like you were his whole world.

"mine," he whispered, nuzzling into your neck.